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.