I pushed him back. He was exhausted. So was I. But I wanted to ride him. I wanted to make my son cum like he did for me. I got him to sit normally on the couch while I straddled him. There was sweat and bodily fluids all over the leather seat. I pushed my shaved pussy against the length of David’s dick, back and forth. It was still so wet that it just slid right in without us having to use our hands at all. My knees were taking my weight and I leaned forward against my son, offering him my breasts as I rode him. He licked his lips so they were wet, then he started working on my nipples. He sucked on them lightly, teasing them until they got harder. I just felt like I was in heaven as I connected with David. We were naked and having sex. I looked down and my heart swelled with joy as my son latched on to my nipple and sucked on it.
“Mommy’s here, baby,” I whispered and placed a hand on the back of his head. “Cum for me, David.” I was bouncing up and down on his cock slowly. He started bucking his hips, increasing the tempo. We started fucking hard again. It felt so good. I had been sweating so much, all the hair that touched my shoulders was completely wet. Our bodies were just soaked at this point. David held me up by my ass and was pumping into me. We got into a good rhythm but I was starting to get sore and hoping he would cum soon. I hadn’t had sex in a long time, and my vagina was not used to fucking like this. As soon as David started to seem like he was getting close, I pushed myself off him and got on my knees in front of him. I sucked his dick hard and worked it over with my hands, mouth and tongue all in one motion. He started to buck. I sped up.
“Mommm,” he groaned. I was completely surprised by the force of his seed as it shot out. Then I was surprised that he just kept cumming. Pulse after pulse of his orgasm was flooding my mouth with more cum. I just had to start swallowing. It tasted salty, sweet and familiar. His cum tasted exactly like his dad’s. That was a strange thought to have in the moment. “Mommm,” David moaned as his orgasm began to subside. I am his Mom, I thought.
I thought about David’s father, my husband. What would he think of this?
Your ex- husband. He doesn’t get a say, I thought. Still, David was part me and part him. But it was weird to think of it that way because he was his own unique person, very different from both of us. I swallowed David’s cum and cleaned his cock slowly with my lips. I gave him some time to come down. His erection barely subsided. It was still mostly hard. He looked dumbstruck.
“David..” I said hesitantly as I finally stood up. He looked up at me. I bit my bottom lip as I surveyed the scene of the living room. My eyes had adjusted to the moonlight and I could pretty much see everything. I could see David’s face clearly. “Are you ashamed of me?”
“No,” he answered breathlessly. “Mom, no.” He stood up. “That was the single best thing I’ve ever done. You are so fucking beautiful.” He took me in his arms and started kissing me, soothing my doubts. He was more than a full head taller then me so he had to bend down to kiss me. Just his size and presence felt reassuring to me. I smiled at him.