My son plus my best friend equals a dilemma

You can judge me if you want, but I'm not ashamed. If I felt for one second that my son-who's nineteen, by the way-wasn't participating willingly, then I'd put an end to it. To the contrary, he has always given every sign of enjoying our sessions and has never spoken a word to me of having second thoughts. All the proof I need is to see and feel the steel hardness of his erection when we're alone together and the incredible sensation when he cums inside my wet pussy. I guess I can't really say who's idea it was in the beginning. We've never talked about it. Maybe it just happened and wasn't anybody's preconceived idea. However, I can say this from my perspective: There were several times in the years leading up to the first time we had sex where I lusted after my son. But that first day? I didn't wake up thinking, 'I have to screw Tommy today.' I'm forty-one and, yes, I admit to being more than a little concerned about whether men still find me attractive. Well, that is if they ever did in the first place. But I have reason to believe they did, and still do. I'm taller than average, one hundred and twenty five pounds and well-proportioned. I tint my light brown hair and rarely go on a business trip without at least one opportunity to spend the night with some young executive. I've never taken advantage of the opportunity. That doesn't mean I'm faultless. I flirt endlessly. Possibly, I just need the reassurance when a guy flirts back. I've never used my sexuality to advance professionally, but I know I can use it to get my way sometimes. Why I started to flirt with my own son I'll never know. Of course, there's always the possibility that I wanted a young, athletic stud to find me attractive. That would have been enough. But somewhere, somehow, things got a little crazy. A clue should have been when I felt contempt for the girls Tommy dated. Possessive isn't strong enough a term for how I felt about him. I figured I was better than those girls and I knew Tommy better than them. He was lowering himself and I was the only one who could save him; the only one who could teach him what it was like to... I remember every detail of the first time. It was an ungodly hot day. He was walking around the house in basketball-style shorts and no shirt. The glimmer of sweat drew attention to his muscles like a classic statue. It seemed like no matter what room I was in, he was within sight. I wore a t-shirt and shorts. For the first time in my life, I went into my bedroom and took off my bra with the sole intent of having my nipples show under my shirt...just for him. The low cut neck of the shirt provided ample views of my cleavage and I found myself seeking out new ways to let him see. I was on fire with lust by the middle of the afternoon. I knew we were going to be alone all day. Tommy sat on the couch, half reclining with his feet on the coffee table, and I was desperate to flirt. "Is that all you're going to do all day?" I said when I walked in. He shrugged. "I enjoy watching you work." "You enjoy sitting on your butt," I replied. "If you wanted to watch me work more you'd volunteer to help." "I like this view better." "What view is that?" I asked. He hesitated, seemingly thinking about how to respond. Then he said, "The view of you with no bra on." "Tommy!" I tried to sound as disgusted as possible to hide my satisfaction. "You're not supposed to say that to your mom," I said. "You're not supposed to dress like that around your son." This time I had to pause. Before I could answer, Tommy said, "Unless you're trying to get some type of reaction out of me." "Did I?" I purposely let my eyes focus on his crotch, and let them linger there for a moment. "Work in here for a while and we'll find out," he said. "I'm tired of working," I countered. "I need a break." My pussy was dripping wet. My tits ached for his mouth and tongue. I stood a couple feet from his position on the couch. I placed my hands on the sides of my tits and began to slowly massage them through my shirt. I pushed them up until they nearly fell out. Then I slid both hands inside the bottom of my shirt and let my fingers seek out the soft flesh. Tommy watched every move. Then I pulled the shirt higher and exposed half of one breast to him. Then the other. Finally, I lifted the shirt to my neck and let him see them. By the time I had the shirt over my head and threw it on the floor, his hand was inside his shorts. I grinned and rolled the nipples of my tits between my fingers. I felt a surge flow through my body and into my pussy. The sight of Tommy's hand slowly pulling on his cock only made it worse. I took off my shorts and stood in front of him in only my panties. I skimmed my fingers across my pussy a couple times before putting my hand inside the top of my panties. We watched each other masturbate for a moment. Not a word was said. I pushed down my panties and let them dangle at my knees with my legs tightly held together. Then I let them drop, with Tommy's eyes never leaving my closely shaven pussy. He pumped his cock faster and I could barely stand up on weak knees as I thought about his erection. Tommy leisurely sat up and leaned back on the couch. His long legs nearly reached me. The tent in his shorts caused by his hand and cock was almost comical. I stepped forward. He separated his legs slightly and I took my place between them. Getting onto my knees at the edge of the couch, I stared at his crotch. Tommy stared at my tits. I reached for the top of his shorts and grabbed the waistband. He lifted his ass and I pulled down the shorts. I nearly gasped at the size of his luscious cock. He let his hand fall to the side as I got him naked and I contemplated what to do next. In the end, instinct took over. My hand touched him and my fingers gently rolled under the massive erection. I let the warmth of his skin soak my palm. I wrapped my fingers around him and felt the blood rushing through his throbbing veins. I was totally enthralled in the tantalizing prospects that lie before us. Or would one of us balk at any moment? I leaned forward. I kissed the head of his cock; the large, pink head. The cock twitched at the touch of my lips. I let the tip of my tongue slide over the head and an inch or two down the side. Then back up. Soon, I was licking the entire length of his cock. I felt strangely guilty, or somehow isolated in my actions. I took one of his hands and put it on my tit. Tommy instantly squeezed my breast and played with the nipple. I continued licking his cock and felt more at ease as both of his hands attacked my tits. It was fairly easy to make the next move. I'd never wanted so badly to suck a cock. With my mouth at the end of his cock following a long, slow slide up with my tongue, I put it between my lips. Tommy stopped playing with my tits the moment I took him in my mouth. I suppose the understanding that I was actually going to do it made him want to concentrate entirely on the pleasure I was giving his cock. I'd done this plenty of times in the past, just not with my son. I always wanted it to be good, but this time I wanted it to be great. I sucked harder than ever. I used my tongue with more force. I took him deeper and held him there longer than any man before him. In return, I was rewarded with a long, hard cock that pulsed with stimulation. Not long after my head began to bob up and down on the shaft, Tommy moaned with delight. His eyes were closed, but he reached out and placed his hands on the top of my head. His efforts helped me to suck him with even more energy. Soon, sweet precum landed on my tongue and I knew he wouldn't last much longer. I debated my options: let him cum in my mouth; let him cum on my tits; let him masturbate and watch. Ultimately, the cock never left my mouth. "Oh God, Mom. I'm...I'm...going to...oh my God," he groaned. I never slowed down. He muttered something I couldn't understand. His ass rose from the couch. And then he came. God did he cum. Shot after shot of warm cum filled my mouth. I swallowed what I could and let the rest drip down my chin. When I thought he was done, he grunted louder and filled my mouth again. It dripped onto his balls and down onto my tits. When I tried to breathe, a long spurt hit my cheek. Finally, he collapsed on the couch and I let his semi-erect shaft fall onto his stomach. My pussy was burning with a need for his cock to be inside me, but that wasn't going to happen right away. I rubbed my clit very lightly just to satisfy a little bit of my horniness. Tommy watched for a moment. Then he sat up. "Wow," he sighed. "That was, um, really good. I mean really good, Mom." "Was it better than just watching me work?" "Way better." I smiled. "You're still watching." My fingers never stopped and his eyes never left my pussy. Eventually, he looked up. "Do you need help?" he said. "Oh, NOW you ask," I said playfully. "But since you volunteered..." I backed away from the couch a few feet and leaned back until I was lying flat on my back. I stretched out my legs and spread them slightly. Tommy didn't need any more hints. He got on the floor between my legs and bent forward so that his face was above my chest. I saw him looking at my tits. "Go ahead, Tommy. You can begin by cleaning up some of the mess you caused." He leaned down. I put my hand on the back of his head and guided it to my left breast. He sheepishly licked a drop or two of his cum off the side of my tit. I applied more pressure and his mouth pushed against my skin. His tongue sought out my nipple and I let him do the rest. Quickly, he was sucking on it and pulling on it with his teeth. I moaned with delight and his mouth engulfed a large portion of the breast. For several minutes, he assaulted both breasts and nearly drove me to an orgasm with just his tongue and lips. I urged him on, but I'm not sure he needed much encouragement. Any inhibitions he might have had about being with his mother seemed to vanish once he realized he had free reign over my body. And it was another part of my body that I needed him to attend to. "Tommy, I want you to lick me," I told him. "All over. Please make me cum." Further instructions, or pleadings, were unnecessary. He immediately moved between my legs and began to touch the inside of my thighs with his fingertips. I spread my legs for him. He licked completely around my pussy but never made contact with my clit. I lifted my hips in an effort to force him to take it, but he teased me for another minute or two. I shrieked the first time I felt his mouth hit my swollen clit. Tommy put his hands under my ass, lifted me up, and stroked me with his tongue. I begged for more in practically incoherent terms and his mouth surrounded my clit. As soon as he felt my body quivering on its way to an orgasm, he moved down and drove his tongue deep inside my pussy. I cried out and, after a few seconds, he was back at my clit. That was all I needed. I pushed my body onto his face and started to cum. Without a doubt, knowing it was my son making me cum added to the ecstasy I was already feeling. His tongue was everywhere: my clit, my pussy, anywhere he thought it might keep my orgasm alive. Of course, what he thought was one long orgasm was a series with virtually no break in between. In the end, I was exhausted. As I lie on the floor recovering, Tommy moved up and took advantage of my tits...again. I'd never felt to satisfied. *** The episode went unmentioned for the remainder of that day and into the next. That was fine with me. Neither of us probably had the right words to say, anyway. I watched for signs that he was either mad or embarrassed and saw none. In fact, if I hadn't been there to participate, I wouldn't have even known anything happened, just by watching Tommy. That evening, my husband was doing yard work, including mowing our rather massive backyard. I was in the bedroom and could hear the riding mower start on its extended mission. The bedroom door was half shut as I changed shirts. I had lost track of where Tommy was. Sure enough, he walked past as I stood in my bra and shorts. I saw him look in as he strode past. Then I heard him stop just past my door. My heart jumped at what he might do, and I watched the door as I stood at the dresser. His face appeared. Then the door opened slightly and Tommy was in the doorway. He stared at me. "Why the bra?" he asked. "Just because Dad's home I don't get to see your tits?" After a pause, I said, "After yesterday I thought you'd seen enough." "Never," he replied. "C'mon. One more time." "Not now." Tommy entered the room. "Yes, now. We're alone." I glanced quickly to make sure the shades were pulled on the windows, especially the one looking out the back. "Really, Tommy. I don't think..." He walked behind me. I felt his hands on my skin just before the hook of the bra was released. I instinctively reached up to hold it in place, but his hands came around and, with considerable force, pushed my hands and the bra above my breasts. "Drop it," he said emphatically. I threw it on the bed as Tommy began to fondle me. I could feel his cock push against my ass and begin to harden. He rolled my nipples roughly. "Tommy, stop it!" "Are you getting wet, Mom?" I tried to pull away, but it was useless. His bear hug only got tighter. "Yesterday was nice," he said. "But I think you want more, don't you?" "Let go of me," I said with gritted teeth. "Feel how hard I'm getting. Just think how good it would feel." With one hand still on my tit, Tommy's other hand sank down to my shorts and easily slid inside the front. He stopped at my clit. "We have half an hour," Tommy said calmly. "And you know it." He rubbed my clit and I gasped. "Take off your shorts," he demanded. "No. Not now. Not here." "Get naked, Mom. Do it...fast." I was nearly in tears as I opened my shorts. I pushed them down when Tommy removed his hand. "Now the panties," he said. Free of his grasp, I wanted to run; hide; anything to escape him. Yet my body screamed out for him. My pussy begged for his cock. I took off my panties. His body was touching mine again. His hand was on my damp, warm pussy. He whispered in my ear, "Bend over and lean on the bed." I refused to look back at him. I couldn't run. I couldn't resist. My mind was so filled with contrasting emotions it was worthless. I reached for the baseboard of the bed...and bent over. I heard Tommy's zipper. "Spread your legs." I obeyed and felt his hands on the cheeks of my ass. I remember hearing the steady roar of the mower's engine just as Tommy's cock touched my pussy. I closed my eyes and seconds turned into hours. I honestly can't tell you how long he stood there. Perhaps five seconds. Long enough for him to reach under and take one of my tits in his hand. It seemed like all night to me. Then the head of his cock spread my pussy apart. I held my breath as he pushed harder. I exhaled a groan as the full width of his thick cock entered me. Without warning, Tommy drove his cock into me until our bodies met with a smack. "Ahhhhhh fuck," I howled unconsciously. "Tommy!" "Hang on, Mom. Just cum like you did last night." With that, he began fucking me with a steady, unrelenting series of strokes that made me wetter and wetter. The bed shook as he rammed his cock into me and I eagerly took in every inch. My refusal to believe what was happening was overwhelmed by my need to cum. The slapping of his legs on my ass combined with my moans to fill the room with undeniable sounds of sex. All other thoughts temporarily took a back seat to the fucking my son was giving me. He was truly huge, but the juices from my pussy lubricated us perfectly and I concentrated on the sheer delight inside my body. I wanted to cum. I wanted him to fuck me all night. I didn't want us to get caught. I didn't care. I tried to quit thinking and just have an orgasm. Tommy made it easy. He put a finger on my clit and I cried out with glee. I clung to the bed, knowing it wouldn't be long. My pussy clamped down on his cock even harder. "That's it, Mom. Cum for me. Cum for me nice and long and hard," he urged. My body shuddered with expectation of what was about to happen. I lifted my head and squealed, "Now. Now, Tommy! Harder!" Each of his grunts was matched by a firm, deep thrust. Slowly, methodically he made me cum. I muttered "Oh my God" under my breath and my orgasm began. Tommy massaged my clit and banged me faster. I attempted to muffle my cries, but orgasm after orgasm overcame me. He gripped my ass and clenched my cheeks tightly between his fingers. The pain and pleasure only prolonged my climax. Finally, I had to tell him, "OK. OK, Tommy. Stop before I fall over." In fact, the baseboard was the only thing keeping me upright. I rested my forehead on it and then felt Tommy pull out. I managed to look back and saw him stroking his soaking wet cock in his hand. I felt the head on my ass for a moment, and then I heard him groan. Shot after shot of semen streamed over my ass and lower back. A pool collected in the crack of my ass and I knew Tommy was spreading it with his cock, continuing to dump more cum on me with each guttural moan. For nearly fifteen seconds he deposited his sweet cum on me and I felt it sliding down my body. A sound outside brought me back to reality. The mower stopped just below the window. "You better get cleaned up," Tommy said. "And get dressed." He grinned as he left the room. It was a very satisfied grin, I thought. *** From that moment on, I knew I needed my son as often as I could possibly get him. I wore the sexiest clothes I owned when he was around and made no secret of the fact I was willing to do anything he wanted whenever we had the chance. Unfortunately, that wasn't as often as either of us wished for. My husband was always getting in the way or Tommy's schedule just didn't match mine very well. Ironically, it probably benefited my husband the most. I was constantly horny and our sessions in the middle of the night were better than ever. But he wasn't Tommy, in so many ways. I lost count of how many times I was in a room with my son and I saw the erection in his pants and we couldn't do anything about it for fear of being caught. So we simply waited for opportunities and fucked liked crazy when we could. Easily the most memorable of those early sessions occurred at a place and time I least suspected. One of my closest friends lives just a couple miles away. Her name is Bridgett and she's a couple years younger than me. Bridgett is so cute. She's only about five foot four, kind of skinny, but with a great body. I've always been so jealous of her. Where we live, everybody owns two or three acre lots. It used to be all farmland. Bridgett lives in one of the original farm houses, which she fixed up beautifully. The property is about ten acres altogether, with some really neat old farm buildings still standing behind the house. Tommy used to go down there quite a bit, I think because he liked Bridgett's daughter, but she was younger than him and they kind of went separate ways. Tommy would still walk or ride his bike there occasionally to work on old equipment they had in the barns. I decided to stop at Bridgett's one day on my way home from work. I'm self-employed so my hours are very flexible and I have a tendency to drop in on people at strange times. It was late afternoon when I pulled into her driveway. Her car was there but I saw no other signs of visitors. I knocked on the side door and got no answer. I walked around back and tried the storm door going into the kitchen, but again nobody was there even though the main door was open. I looked around the property and decided to check the nearest barn where Bridgett sometimes worked on her pottery craft stuff. It was about a one hundred yard walk down a dirt path and not a sound could be heard except for a few birds in the fields and amid the branches of the huge oak trees. I wasn't sure I wanted that many acres to care for, but I did like the tranquility of Bridgett's yard. I approached the large wooden entrance to the two hundred year old barn, prepared for disappointment if Bridgett wasn't there. It swung open with a creak far enough for me to peek inside. At first I only saw dusty equipment and lots of empty space. Then I looked into the far corner and froze in place. Next to a long workbench built into the wall were two people. A topless woman was facing me, crouched in front of a man whose pants were around his ankles. She had his cock in her mouth and was sucking it with obvious enthusiasm. Bridgett's daughter was my initial guess as to the woman. Then it became clear that it was Bridgett herself. That's when I took the time to study the man. 'Tommy!' I exclaimed silently to myself. 'Tommy...and Bridgett!' The inclination to back away and leave them was overpowered by my craving to watch. I was transfixed on Bridgett's little face bobbing up and down on the my son's rigid cock. I stared at the expression of lust on Tommy's face as he rocked his hips back and forth in rhythm with my best friend's blowjob. I noticed that Bridgett still had on her jeans. Was I supposed to be happy about that? Glad that she was 'only' sucking his cock? Why did I feel betrayed by Tommy? I thought of all these things without any proclivity to leaving, just as I would never think of leaving halfway through fucking my son. The sight of two of the people I knew best having sex compelled me to stay. Like a good movie, I had to see how it ended. Oddly, I worried about them being interrupted when it was me who would be doing the interrupting. The distance to them was such that I couldn't hear them, if, in fact, either of them was making any noise. I suspected Tommy would be letting out his familiar groans when it was time to cum. But I couldn't make them out, yet. Bridgett seemed totally absorbed in her part of the act. There was no doubt in my mind I would have a direct view of Tommy's orgasm either into her mouth or onto her face. Then...her eyes met mine. Tommy had to be wondering what caused her to stop moving, despite still having his cock in her mouth. I saw him look down. He turned his head towards me and we gazed at each other, his erection now jutting out unattended. Bridgett stood up at the same time I entered the barn and closed the door behind me. I began to walk across the dirt floor towards them. Bridgett hastily grabbed her shirt and started to put it on. "No. Don't," I shouted to her. "Don't get dressed yet. Either of you." It was hard for me to determine which of them looked more terrified. I doubt that either one feared any physical violence from me and that certainly wasn't my intent. The long walk to them did give me sufficient time to come up with the outline of a plan, however. "Well, who would have guessed," I said when I arrived in their corner of the barn. "It's all my fault, Traci. I'm the one...," Bridgett started to say. "Don't bother trying to explain, Bridgett. I won't believe any of it anyway," I said. "All I know is what I saw." Bridgett spread the shirt across her abundant chest. Despite her trepidation, or maybe because of it, she looked especially sexy with her short, brown hair all disheveled and her cheeks blush red. There was little doubt how Tommy could be attracted to her. I noticed that his erection was quickly receding and his thick cock hung between his legs. "But it's not his fault," Bridgett offered. I grinned. "Really? Do you think he needs to be forced into having sex with a woman twice his age? If so, then you really don't know my son." I stepped closer to Tommy and ran my hand up the side of his leg and onto his ass. I could feel his muscles tighten under my touch. Bridgett watched intently. "Have you fucked her, Tommy?" I asked with my hand clutching the cheek of his ass. He shook his head. "No." "Is he lying, Bridgett?" I asked her. "No! We've never done that, I swear," she answered. Her expression turned to shock as I moved my hand from his ass to his cock. I gripped it loosely at first, then tightened my hold and stroked him. "Would you like to?" I said. Bridgett was speechless. She stared at Tommy's cock and my hand. She saw him almost instantly harden to the thickness and hardness of before. I fondled him for another fifteen seconds until the erection was complete. "Would you like to fuck this huge cock, Bridgett?" She could only weakly shake her head. "I think you do," I said. "I think you were going to before I barged in. I think he was going to strip off those tight jeans and fuck you from behind, Bridgett." "No! I wouldn't have let, um, I mean I would have stopped him, Traci. You have to believe me." She was practically in tears, but she couldn't take her eyes off the huge cock in my hand. "Would it help if you knew something, Bridgett?" I said. "A little secret. Just between us three, OK?" I paused, then continued, "I've had this cock in my pussy and it's the best feeling I've ever had." Bridgett gazed up at me, then back to Tommy's cock. Her mouth opened, but she didn't speak. "Here's the deal I'm going to make with you, Bridgett. Are you up for making a deal right now?" I asked her. She nodded. "I want you to have the opportunity to feel this cock inside you. But I'm staying. And I'm participating. Understand, Bridgett? You can't have him all to yourself," I said. "But I can't...not with you watching, Traci," she replied. "I'm sorry for what I did. It won't happen...." "Take off your jeans, Bridgett," I said calmly. "And I said I'm participating, not watching." She stood frozen in place for what seemed an eternity. I didn't need to speak. I only nodded down towards her jeans. I could feel the blood pulse through my son's cock like never before. I was afraid he might cum if I kept masturbating him, but never let go. Bridgett shyly placed her shirt on the workbench, exposing her beautiful, luscious tits. For such a petite woman, her tits were exceptional. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. As they slid down her legs, Tommy and I gazed at her tiny silk panties and the moisture collected between her legs. Yes, my speech had clearly had an effect on her. She stalled after kicking aside her pants. "Everything," I said. "Get naked." I'm not in the habit of seeking out naked women either in real life or online, but I could honestly say I'd never seen a more perfect female than the one standing in front of me right then. It took all my effort to look away and tell Tommy to finish getting undressed. Once they were both naked, one with a wet pussy and the other with a raging hard-on, I told Tommy, "Now take off my clothes and we'll get started." Having him strip me in front of Bridgett was one of the most exciting things I'd ever done...not involving my son's cock. Well, actually it did involve him as he often rubbed against me while removing my clothes. But seeing the uncertainty in Bridgett's eyes made it all worthwhile. This was going to be fun. To my own surprise, I found myself more interested in Bridgett than Tommy. I suppose I subconsciously figured I could have my son whenever I wanted him. But this beautiful woman may not be readily available in the future. I wasn't sure where to start. How did two women normally make love? I walked in front of her and lightly touched the sides of her tits. Bridgett's nipples were already hard before my fingers got to them. I felt my pussy get wetter and wetter. "Lick my tits, Bridgett," I told her. Tommy looked on in disbelief as the woman who was sucking him a few minutes earlier leaned down to take his mother's tit in her mouth. I doubted that Bridgett had any more experience with this than I had, but the eagerness with which she set about licking and then sucking on each of my tits made me wonder. The way her tongue flicked across my nipples and her lips caressed my skin could hardly be that of an amateur. I let her play for a moment, and then said, "Get on your knees." Bridgett obeyed and looked up. I moved closer and spread my legs. Her eyes locked onto my pussy. "Eat me, Bridgett, and we might be able to forget about this whole affair today," I said. "Make me cum." The second her mouth covered my pussy, I looked at Tommy. I'd never seen him so hard in all the times we'd been together. I couldn't let him suffer any longer. "Fuck her, Tommy. She deserves it...and I know you want to." I put my hand on Bridgett's head and pulled her closer while Tommy situated himself behind her ass. Bridgett's tongue stabbed at my clit over and over and my body shuddered with pleasure. Soon, I knew she was feeling the head of Tommy's huge cock at the entrance to her pussy. I smiled at the thought of what she would experience next. Tommy wasted no time. He drove his cock forward and Bridgett let out a shriek that echoed high in the rafters of the old barn. For the first few seconds, she lost contact with my pussy. But I patiently waited for her breath to return and her lips to once again envelope my throbbing clit. Then the most magnificent five minutes of my life began. Bridgett and I were both moaning. I could hear the sound of her mouth working on my pussy. Tommy slapped against Bridgett's ass with each deep thrust of his cock. "That's it Tommy. Fuck her harder. Make her scream just like you do to me," I urged him. Bridgett never said a word, at least nothing that we could understand. She gripped my ass partly to keep me closer and partly to withstand the pounding she was getting from behind. I wished it could have gone on all day. But my orgasm didn't allow it. Watching Tommy fuck my friend was too much, not to mention Bridgett's tongue on my clit. "Yes. Yes! I'm close," I said breathlessly. "Don't stop Bridgett. Harder!" Her lips bit down on my clit. I squealed with delight. "Now! I'm cumming!" I clung to Bridgett's head as my body shook in its release of nearly half an hour of pent up sexual tension. From the moment I saw Tommy with Bridgett, I needed to cum. Now I couldn't stop. The mouth between my legs was like nothing I'd ever felt and I came too many times to count. Finally, I had to push Bridgett away. Her face shined with the moisture of my juices, but it clearly showed the intensity of her own desire to cum. She put her hands on the floor and groaned. Then one hand played with her tit and she cried out. "Oh, Tommy. I'm...oh fuck!" Tommy held her by the hips as she came. The piston-like action of his cock never slowed and Bridgett moaned with each thrust. Her hair tossed back and forth as each new orgasm overcame her. Somewhere in the middle of it all, Tommy made the sound I quickly recognized as the start of his own orgasm. His pace slowed, but the force of each entry into her pussy increased. Together they climaxed until beads of sweat appeared on both of their faces and Bridgett's ass was pink from the slapping of Tommy's body onto it. I took my hand away from my pussy when Bridgett began to stand up. Her hands and knees were covered with dust and her hair looked like she'd been in a wind tunnel. But her face was crimson from the excitement of the fucking Tommy gave her and her nipples were still erect. "He's good, isn't he?" I asked her, not expecting a reply. "Let me just say you are, too. I'm thinking that I won't need to tell your husband about this if we occasionally find time to get together some more." Her face was expressionless. "If you're REALLY good I'll bring Tommy with me."

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