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At the same time, a hand is released from my ass, suddenly slapping back down. I scream from the shock, from the exhilaration. Daniel said he wanted to slap my ass as he fucked my pussy. Is he going to fuck my pussy? My pussy responds by getting wetter. The hand repeats the slap, and my body responds. I scream, I push my ass into him, my breasts sway against the counter.
My eyes are still closed. I can fool my brain. Is it Nathan behind me? Is it Daniel? If I open them then this dream becomes a reality. I keep them squeezed tight, I don't want this dream to end.
Another slap. Another scream and jolt from me. This time his hand moves down and under. His fingers coming to rest on my pussy. He starts to play with my pussy lips as his tongue continues to dart in and out of my anus. I spread my legs a little wider so his hand can get whatever it wants.
His fingers circle my wet lips, teasing me. I groan, I moan. He pulls them apart, he squeezes them, he runs his finger across them. When he finally touches my clit my body spasms and jerks, I think I'll cum right there. He pushes my clit flat, he rubs it between two fingers. I'm trying to bounce on his hand to work him harder.
But this was just the warm-up. He slips his tongue from my anus down to my pussy and sucks my lips into his mouth. My body drops to the counter as I lose control of my arms. I thrust my ass backward, raising it up so more of his mouth can get to my pussy. My legs are now off the floor, spread wide. His finger on my clit, his mouth on my lips and now his tongue glides into my soaking wet pussy.
"Fuck!" I scream. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." Over and over every time his tongue goes in and his finger rubs my clit. Phil has never had his head here, his tongue here. My legs are shaking, my chest is rising and falling on the counter, my head is thrashing from side to side. I feel the pressure building. I feel him sense it too. His tongue goes deeper, faster. His fingers go faster, firmer. I know I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. I'm going to fucking cum all over my Son's face.
It starts with a rumbling, guttural tone that seems to rise from my chest, vibrating with intensity but held back. The sound drags out slowly, not loud but hauntingly deep, almost like a prolonged moan that's twisted into a scream. It feels primal and raw, resonating through my body. As it reaches full intensity, it's as if it's coming from a place of anguish or desperation. The low groaning scream that erupts lingers, filling the air, as my body jumps and jolts on the counter. This is ecstasy like I have never felt. It's intensity like never before. It's been inside me, waiting to be released. And my god it releases. It drenches Daniel. I feel it pumping out into his mouth and down my thighs. His tongue doesn't stop, his fingers don't stop but it's more difficult to stay gripped as the wetness grows.
Finally, he releases himself and stands up. I am prostrate in front of him. I sense him pulling his top over his head and shorts down his legs. I realize I have not seen what he is wearing, my eyes are still clamped shut.
He leans over me again, and this time there is no mistaking his cock. It's tip slips between my legs, grazing my pussy. It's hard. My body gives an involuntary jolt of excitement as it touches me.
"My turn now, Mom." His voice is unlike anything I've heard from his mouth before. Firm and low, but with warmth and security. What is he going to do?
He reaches under me and clasps my breasts, pulling me up to him so his chest is pressed against my back. My feet fall back to the floor, I think they will give way, but he has hold of me. He fondles my still-sensitive breasts while I push my pussy lips on top of his cock, which stands proud between my thighs. It's huge, it comes out from the front of my thighs like I have a cock. Oh, god, I want him inside me, but so tender that I know it will hurt.
Instead, he steps back, sliding his cock out from between my legs, making me shiver again, gently turning me round to face him. My eyes are still closed. Don't let reality in. This is a dream. A wonderful fucked up dream.
He gently applies pressure to my shoulders, inching me down. I place my hands on his chest to guide myself to where I need to be. Stopping as my mouth reaches his chest to flick my tongue at his nipples. The pressure on my shoulders stops as he realizes what I want to do. I move my mouth onto his nipple and suck and bite as my hand plays with his other nipple. It's his turn to groan now as my tongue flicks, my mouth sucks, and my teeth bite.
I slowly move my hand down his hard chest and stomach and slide it around his cock. I stop sucking for a second as I take in exactly how big it is. I saw it semi-hard in the kitchen two days ago, but hard in my hand is something else. Something spectacular. I want to open my eyes. I want to see it. I want it.
I move my lips down his chest, licking all the way down. I feel his cock slip between my breasts, and again I pause, crouching in front of him. Taking my breasts in my hands and squeezing his cock between them. I start to fuck him with my tits. This is what he wanted. My large breasts wrapped around him, his snake of a cock pushing up and out, in and down, up and out. I let my mouth dribble down onto my tits which coats his cock, sliding freely up and out, in and down, up and out. I keep the momentum going. Feeling his legs tense and his ass tighten. Thrusting as I slide him between my breasts.
I pull myself back a little, his cock still clamped in my tits, I tilt my head down and allow the tip of his cock to slip into my mouth as it comes up and out. It slips back out as it goes in to my tits again and down. Then it is back up and between my lips. This time my tongue swirls as it senses it coming. Then it's gone. He pushes up again and this time holds it in my mouth, allowing me to savor him, allowing me to suck him, allowing me to taste him. I take my hands from my breasts and place one behind him and one on his cock. The moment of truth. How much of this cock can I take in my mouth?
I start slowly. I lick the tip, under and around. I place my lips around it and suck the end. I slide my tongue from tip to base, easing my fingers around him, pumping him. I take each of his balls in my mouth, one by one, feeling their warmth as they swell. I return my mouth to his cock and take him inside again. This time sliding my mouth down further, stopping as my lips touch my fingers. I suck my mouth tight around him and bob backward and forwards three or four times before slowly sliding back and forth while twisting my hand around his girth. Another few licks up and down his shaft before I take him again. Flicking his tip with my tongue, and then slowly pull him into my mouth, deeper and deeper, further and further until I feel the gag reflex. I pull myself back, saliva running from my mouth. But I'm not done yet. More licking of his shaft before I go again. Slipping him into my mouth, deeper again. My eyes try and open as the feeling of choking starts again, but I keep them closed. Slowly I feel him down my throat. His cock is throbbing as it slides in. I've got him all. My lips hit his balls. I hold him there, tightening my cheeks and tensing my tongue. Then he fucks me. He pulls himself back and thrusts into my mouth. I have now lost control. He has me. I don't want it to stop.
My head is thrown back, my breasts smash against me, I grab his ass tightly so I don't fall backwards. I gag, I splutter, but I keep taking him completely. Deep inside as he smashes his cock into my face. His balls smacking against my chin, saliva bubbling from my lips. I get a rhythm where I can take a tiny breath as he pulls back. I release one hand from his ass and caress his balls. Caress, grab, squeeze, depending on the ferocity of his cock in my mouth. He doesn't stop. I have to keep up. I'm in training for men half my age. I'm a MILF. If this were Phil, he would have exploded in my mouth instantly with this kind of treatment. Daniel keeps pounding. Again and again.
He finally pulls out. I drop to my knees and breathe deeply, saliva pouring from my mouth. But he is not done.
He kneels behind me and parts my legs.
"Oh fuck," I say through short breaths.
"Oh yes," he says, taking my waist in his hands.
He slips his cock into my pussy. It's wet, it's ready, it can take his girth. It stretches, it feels everything. But his snake keeps coming. Slowly. Deeper and deeper, as far as it can, and then more. I scream again as it pushes up inside, even more. My pussy filled to bursting. Oh, please, let it burst.
I feel his balls against my thighs now, he is inside. Ok, I have taken him. But what about when he...
Before the thought crystalizes in my mind, he has pulled out and pushed back in, faster this time. My breath is pushed out with another scream before it is taken away completely. My lungs battle for survival as he builds faster and faster. Each thrust seems to go deeper into me, screams higher, intensity higher. Without noticing it building within me, I cum. I cum. How? My mind has been so focused on survival that it catches me by surprise. My arms give way again, and my upper body falls to the floor. I gyrate and grind, bounce and slide. The guttural scream exploded from my chest again. But he doesn't stop.
He keeps pounding me, my body doesn't understand what's happening, it spasms, it shakes, it pushes against him wanting more, wanting less, wanting more. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Over and over. Each a scream more than a word.
Then I feel his hands tighten around my waist, his hips tense, the rhythm changes, becoming more frantic. I squeeze my pussy as tight as I can. Then the jet hits my insides. The power, the depth, the intensity makes me orgasm again. His cum mixes with mine and slides in and out of me as his cock still delves inside. We both roar now with the exhilaration, the release from within. He's still pulling me onto his cock, I'm still squeezing him tight. My head is spinning. My body pulsing. His cock sending jets of sperm into me.
We slow down. We grind, we shiver. He releases his hands from my waist, and I nearly collapse on the floor. My legs are giving way, my stomach has no strength left. He pulls himself from me and stands up. My ass is raised to him. Honoring him. The rest of me lies helpless on the floor.
"I think you are ready for his cock next time, Mom," he says.
And with that, he walks out. Leaving me face down on the kitchen floor. Content. Confused. Ecstatic.
It takes me a while, but I finally get up. I start by sitting up with my back against the kitchen island. I open my eyes. I'm naked. I look down at my chest, my pussy, my legs. They glisten with sweat and juices. I slide my fingers between my legs and then raise my fingers to my face. I smell them, taste them, draw every sensation in. I shudder again and close my eyes. Feeling the sensations all over again. I stay that way for minutes. My breaths are coming deep.
I open my eyes again and pull myself up, using the stool as leverage, grabbing my panties and shorts on the way. My bra and shirt lie on the counter. I pull them into a bundle with the other clothes. I stand with them, again composing myself. I'm surprised my mind is not racing. It should be a firing mess of electrons, trying to understand what has just happened. But instead it's content. It's as if it has achieved a milestone. It has reached an enlightenment. Maybe it's the calm before the storm. Maybe I'm right royally screwed. But right now. It's blissful.
My legs carry me across the kitchen and hallway toward the stairs. As I walk, I can feel an ache between my legs, inside my pussy. Daniel's cock has left its mark. It's warm, hard, pounding mark. I stumble my way up the stairs to our bedroom to grab a shower. Before I can, I slip into the bed and fall into a dreamless sleep.
I awake into a daze several hours later, not knowing where I am. Slowly looking at our bedside clock and realizing where I am and that it is six o'clock that evening.
I shower and make dinner. Daniel joins me, and we eat, and watch a movie together. I treat myself to a glass or two of Rosé. No mention is made of the earlier exploits. It's as if it never happened.
As the movie ends, I stretch and yawn.
"I'm going to head up to bed, darling. I'll see you in the morning. Your father's back tomorrow, maybe we can do something this weekend."
"Sounds good."
"Ok, think about anything you might want to do. Night, night, darling." I move over and kiss him on the forehead. It's like it never happened.
"Night, Mom."
I leave him on the sofa and head up to bed. I strip naked. I want to feel the sheets on my body. Within seconds I am fast asleep again. This time dreaming of men half my age.
My alarm goes off at eight, and I head down in my dressing gown. No Daniel this morning. Yesterday's early rise was obviously a one-off. After a coffee, yogurt with fruit, and a flick through of Elle Décor I plan the day's activities. Best get those overalls back on again.
As I cross the landing, I hear Daniel call my name.
"Mom, can you come here a second?"
Without a thought, I pushed his door open. He is lying on his bed, naked, the sheets are thrown to one side and he is holding his erect penis in his hand. I stop still. I can't take my eyes off of it. Did I actually take that inside me yesterday?
"I was wondering if you could help me with this." He says, wiggling his cock. "Y'know before Dad gets home."
I slip my robe off and walk towards him. I'm naked now too. My breasts bounce, and my nipples harden. I don't waste any time. I put my hand around his cock and slide my mouth over it. I let my teeth scrape against the shaft as I drop down on to him. Taking him all the way down in one go. I gag and hold him there, the convulsions in my throat sending ripples through his cock. I squeeze my cheeks against him and lick up and down the underside of his cock. I can't breathe, my eyes are fluttering, but I hold on. Giving him the showcase blow job from the outset. His eyes have closed, his head pushed back into the pillow, and his hands are gripping the sheets.
Finally, I lift my head, spitting on him as his cock pops from my lips. I quickly take him again, this time quickly up and down four or five times. Each time deep into my throat, my cheeks wrapped tightly. His head shakes from side to side. I reach up with one hand and grab his firm chest, scraping my finger-nails across it, before pinching his nipple. I drop my mouth down on him again, holding it there as I did the first time. My fingers squeezing his nipple in time with my tongue licking up and around. I grab his balls, slide a finger behind them and push against his anus. If he can do it to me, I can do it too.
His hips rise, he widens his legs, inviting me to him. My mouth bobs up and down, my fingers pinch and press. I'm going to teach him that his mom can send him over the edge when she wants to. She is in control this time. I speed up, gagging and spluttering, but in control. I spit, I circle, I lick, I suck and then I go crazy. My mouth twists as it sinks onto him, sucks and twists as it comes back up, again and again. He can't cope. His fists grab the sheets, his back arcs, and he explodes into my mouth.
"Argh," the scream comes. I greedily swallow more and more of his warm, salty cum. He slumps back onto the bed, his head still moving from side to side as my mouth milks his now tender cock.
It's my turn to leave him prostrate in front of me. I stand, pick my robe up off the floor, and sling it over my shoulder as I walk out of the room. Leaving him in a daze on the bed watching my beautiful ass walk away from him.
Phil arrives home around four that afternoon, and I greet him with a warm, passionate embrace. He playfully complains that I am getting sweat and dirt all over his work suit.
"Let's go shower then?" I say, giving him my best come-to-bed eyes. I've been on heat all day since sucking off Daniel that morning, it's been agony refusing the temptation to relieve myself of the frustration on my own.
"Mmm. Is Daniel home?"
Not the response I was looking for.
"Yes, but he's in his room, gaming, he won't even know you've come home yet."
"I'll pop my head in and say hi, Mags. I haven't seen him all week."
"Ok, but I'll be waiting. All soapy and dirty." I pull his tie.
This is beyond Phil's comfort zone. Not in his wheelhouse. The invitation to a shower with his wife has never happened before, and he doesn't know whether to accept or not. I can see the hesitation in his face.
"Mmm. What's got into you, Mags." He can't look at me.
I kiss him again. What's got into me? Your Son's cock, that's what.
Instead I say, "I was looking forward to seeing you, that's all. Can't I look forward to my husband coming home from the big city?" I wrap my arms around him again.
"Mmm. Right. Ok. Mmm. Sure. Mmm. You get started then. I'll be right there."
I gently move myself away from him, taking his hand and guiding him up the stairs. Pushing him away as we cross the landing so he can go over to Daniel's door. I don't know why, but I trust Daniel will not say anything about us. He has enjoyed it too much to stop. He's potentially going to be dangerous, but not yet.
I strip and jump in the walk-in shower of our en-suite. Washing my hair. I move on to my body as Phil enters the room. I watch as he nervously takes his clothes off in front of me. The mist from the hot water obscuring some of the view. He's got a good body for an office-bound forty-five year old. A few pounds here and there where there shouldn't be, but he carries it well. He has a firm chest, not Nathan firm, but defined. He has small love handles around his waist, but not excessive. His legs are strong and toned, his arms not so much. More comforting.
Phil walks toward me. I can see his discomfort. I take his hands and pull him into me, squashing my breasts against his chest, his legs against mine. Even though it is warm, he shivers from the sudden shock of the water over his head and shoulders. I kiss him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I move his hands up to my breasts, guiding him to touch me. I feel his cock beginning to harden against my legs, I swirl my tongue more inside his mouth. He starts to massage my breasts in the warm water, and I feel my pussy picking up from the feelings of the day.
We continue like this, wondering what comes next. If it were Nathan he could pick me up and impale me on him. If it were Daniel, he would take control. But Phil is lost. I will have to take charge. I start to stroke his cock. Sliding my hand around him. I feel vibrations in my mouth as he murmurs in response. He grips my breasts harder. I quicken my pace getting him hard, not too much though, I've been waiting all day to cum. I need to cum too.
I feel his breathing start to become erratic, so I slow my strokes, loosen my grip. He recovers, still hard in my hand.
My turn.
I break the kiss and turn around, bending over. My head passing through the rainshower and appearing the other side. The water now cascading down my back and across my gleaming ass cheeks which are now parted and pointing at Phil's cock. I reach for him and slide his cock between my legs, rubbing across my pussy. I close my legs around him and let it slide backward and forward. Teasing my pussy and clit as it rubs. I can feel the warmth building inside. I grab his hands again and pull them to my breasts, showing him how to tweak my nipples, which he then does as he leans into me thrusting his hips. Sliding his cock over my pussy, sending sparks up inside me.
I spread my legs again and guide him inside my pussy. He's not the size of Daniel, but I don't need much right now. It's Phil, my husband, the man I love. The feeling of his cock against the inside of my pussy is what I need. I push onto him as he thrusts into me. My arms against the shower, his hands on my tits. The slapping of our bodies as the water flows over us intensifies as we fuck each other front and back. His hands grab me tighter as I feel him about to cum. I thrust my hand between my legs and furiously rub my clit, giving me the final push I need. My hips buck, his hips buck. Both our heads shoot backward as we feel the release and I feel him filling my pussy. Spurting into me. He pulls me up to him, my face rushing through the water again, my mouth spluttering to get my breath after the orgasm. He holds me tight. I feel his chest expanding against me. My breasts rising and falling in his hands. I feel safe. I feel loved.
A couple of extra spurts suddenly fill me, and I jump in shock. We both laugh in each other's arms. Holding each other tighter. The movements caused his now reducing cock to slip from inside me. I feel cum drain from my pussy, disappearing into the water. I turn and we kiss again.
We carefully wash each other, exploring our bodies for the first time in years. Paying attention to one another's beauty, to our flaws. Nothing matters. This is love. Not lust. Love. But at times, my mind wanders......Lust is good too.
The remainder of the weekend passed enjoyably. We went out as a threesome on the Saturday, shared some of the work around the house on the Sunday and had some takeaway to celebrate.
I hate Sunday nights. It means Phil is leaving on Monday for the week, and I'll miss him. This Sunday night my mind was a little more mixed. My life had taken an unexpected turn during the previous week, and I wasn't sure where the final destination was going to be, and what twists and turns there were going to be on the way. We relaxed in bed that night, both browsing our phones. Both thinking about the week ahead. I order some paint on Amazon Prime for a Tuesday delivery
Phil worked at home in the morning and left for the city around lunchtime. I go out for the afternoon buying curtain material and when I get home there's a note from Daniel saying he has gone to the movies, he will eat dinner while out. He and his Dad had been talking about some new Marvel thing that had just been released. Not my kind of thing. I figure he can't wait to go with his Dad the following weekend.
I'm tucked up in bed by the time Daniel gets back. I half expect a knock at the door. I half expect a visit. I half want a visit. I'm prepared for a visit. He doesn't appear. Tuesday can't come soon enough.
I wake with excitement, an energy. Today is for me. I spend all morning in the bathroom. Bathing, shaving, moisturizing, preening. I emerge glowing. Supple.
I am walking down the stairs at two-thirty as the door bell rings. Butterflies back, but an over-riding confidence and excitement.
"Hi, Nathan. How are you today?" We lock eyes.
"Pretty good, thanks, Maggie."
"Many drops left today?" I ask.
"This is my final drop today. Maggie." His eyes do not leave mine as he hands me the paint pot.
"Ah, great thanks. That's good. Any plans for the day?"
"No, nothing planned." Eyes have not wavered.
"Time for a coffee?" I ask.
"Sure. Sounds good."
I open the door wider and step backward, placing the paint on a small sideboard next to the door, but carefully blocking the way through the house. As he steps in past the door, I swing the door closed behind him. I move forward, placing my hand on his chest, pushing him back against the door. Stepping forward again I close the distance between us. He puts his strong arms around my waist.
I've not tried to conceal anything today. I'm wearing the denim shorts from the day at the beach and a vest that barely conceals my breasts. No bra. The points of my nipples are clear and bright.
I move my hands across his chest and down his sides, back up to his chest. Our eyes are attached by an imaginary cord. Waiting for the other to make the first move toward a kiss.
I wait, touching his body with my hands. I unbutton his shirt, let it drop to the floor. Explore him more. I move my head forward, but still not close enough for a kiss. His chest is enough for now. I trace my fingers around his muscles, across his shoulders, down his arms. Delving my fingers into the crevices and holes and over the bulging muscles. He lifts his arms, taking my top into his grip and pulling it up and over my head. I lift my arms above him and let my top gently drift away.
He brings his hands down onto my breasts and starts his own exploration. Cupping them in his big, strong hands. His turn to trace his fingers around the edges, over the mounds, around my nipples, round and round, then up my chest, across my shoulders and down my arms. Slowly stroking, pressing, caressing. Our eyes alternate between admiring what we touch and lustful looks between us.
My hands slide down to his stomach. I continue to move my fingers around the muscles, I feel his body tense as I scrape my nails down the middle of his abs. Down towards the waistband of his trousers. I raise my eyebrows as I reach the belt and bring my other hand down from his chest to undo it and unbutton his trousers. I slide his fly down and he lets out a sigh. He closes his eyes briefly as my hand slips inside his trousers, searching for his manhood. I take the opportunity to lean into him and kiss him. I feel a spark as our lips touch, our tongues meet. He opens his eyes to look into mine again. I have him in my hand now. He is semi-erect, firm, smooth. I can feel he is wide, I don't know how long yet. I'll have to wait for that.
His tongue probes my mouth as I move my hands back to his waist. His hands caress my back, his nails running from the top of my spine to the base, causing me to shiver and my chest to push against his. I pull the trousers away from his body but they get stuck as I try and drop them over his huge thighs. I'll have to move to get them any lower. His hands reach the back of my shorts and circle around to the front. His turn to unbutton. He pulls them over my ass and they fall to the floor revealing my bare pussy. Another dare to myself this morning. What would a MILF do? No bra, No panties.
His trousers are still wedged. I put my hand on his chest and push him back against the door. Our mouths break from each other. Our eyes don't as I drop to a squat in front of him. I reach up and wriggle his trousers down. He wears lightweight boxers that bulge forward. I slip these over his hard cock, which springs up. I am still looking into his eyes as I curl my hand around his cock and slip it into my mouth. It's thicker than Daniel's, I have to stretch my mouth as wide as I can to take it. Not as long as Daniel but close. The combination of girth and length is huge. His foreskin is cut, the huge head so appetizing. I devour it. Not moving down the shaft until I have licked and explored every part of the tip. A hand on his cock, another on his balls I tease and slurp and lick on it all. Choking as I draw him all the way in, dribbling as I suck his balls. His hands on my head guiding me, but not controlling me.
He is rock hard now, my lips ache from being stretched so wide. I squeeze my cheeks around him as I bob quickly backward and forward, bringing him to the edge, tasting a little pre-cum, hearing him moan, slow again, letting him recover, fast to the edge, slow again. The moans rising and falling.
I slide him out and stand up, still holding him firm. As I stand I feel the coolness between my legs from the juice that my pussy has dribbled.
Nathan returns to my breasts, this time with his lips. I hold his head against me as his tongue explores where his fingers did earlier. The mounds, the nipples, the shapes. I pull him in deeper, he sucks me into his mouth. His tongue flicking against my hard nipples. I want him. I want him so bad. He alternates on my breasts and slips his hand between my legs. His large hand forcing my legs apart. A finger slips inside and it is my turn to gasp.
I pull his head away from my breasts and kiss him again. Our mouths more passionate, more desperate than before. Our primal nature taking over our bodies. I grab his nipples and pull him towards me, I feel his lips tense with the sudden pain. He pushes his finger into me harder to match my pressure on his nipples, almost raising me off the floor. I pull him left, and he swings around, no choice but to move, his finger slipping from me. I push myself against the door and pull him back into me, our mouths still locked as one.
I move my hands to his shoulders and jump, wrapping my legs around his waist. My ass cheeks falling on top of his cock. He takes the prompt and grabs underneath my thighs, positioning me in front of him. I slide a hand down between us, over his chest, across his stomach, down to his hard cock. He tenses again as I take it in my hand. Gliding it up into my pussy lips that sit in his powerful arms above him. Gliding at first, until my pussy feels it's girth. My eyes widen, my pussy stretches. My mouth tightens around his, emitting squeals into his mouth.
Halfway in, he pulls back, and I relax. He starts again, and I take a little more. He increases his pace and starts pushing in and out, still only half way in, but I feel everything. My chest against his, my arms around his strong shoulders, his arms supporting me, our lips together, and his cock stretching inside me. Then he goes deeper. My pussy complains, but my mind ignores it. I push my buttocks from the door up and down. I break the kiss. I don't want it to stop, but I can't take any more.
"More. More. Fuck me. More." I replace my lips on his as he pulls himself back and pushes forward and up with more force than before.
I scream into his mouth. My pussy feeling pain and pleasure in equal measures. He pounds into me. My legs now away from his body, spread wide, his hands gripping me in place against the door.
It's sensational, my body has never felt so good and bad at once. It screams with every sinew as his cock stretches me and fills me. I pull my lips from his again.
A low hum drills through my voice as I have to elongate every word though my struggling lungs. "Bbbbreeeaak thiiissss f...f...fucccking d...dooor downnnn." I slam my lips back onto his, I grab him tighter round the neck as he pulls himself back and lets fly. I hold onto him for dear life as his hips go wild, it's like he is swimming the butterfly. His hips pumping like a dolphin. My body crashes against the door over and over, his cock impaling me, my breasts smashing against his chest, my ass pounding against his thighs. It's a blur. I can't see anymore, my body is out of control, whipping up and down, side to side. My pussy letting juices go in floods. I don't know how many times I cum, it's as if I will never stop. Cracking into the door. Making it shake on its hinges, until he finally, forcefully, explodes inside me and I cum again. The pumping cock filling me, the pounding, the stretching, the relief that it is over.
His legs finally give way and I collapse onto him. Our bodies rise and fall with heavy breaths. Gasping for breath, still finding each other's mouths. Still frantic. Our bodies can't yet relax. They don't know how.
Gradually, it subsides. His cock softens. My pussy calms, and I sit up. Mmmm. That position feels good too.
"How about that coffee?" I place my hands on his chest and push myself up. My legs are shaky, but able to carry my weight.
I stride over to the kitchen. My pussy complaining again, my thighs a little wider than usual. I feel him dribbling out of my lips.
Daniel will have heard it all. I have no doubt. In fact, I hope he did. I hope he jerked off to me. Watched me get fucked. I figure he will not appear until Nathan goes, so l am relaxed.
"Why don't you take a seat on the island," I call through to the hallway. "Don't worry about your clothes."
I set about making two coffees. I hear Nathan's breathing, still heavy, as he walks in and perches on the stool.
"Have you got much studying to do over the summer break, or is it earning cash and having fun only?" I ask with my back to him.
"My coach has set me a daily swimming program that I have to keep to, as well as a gym schedule, and then I have a little practical work I have to do for the craft beer. If I want to make swimming a thing, it's pretty full on."
"I can imagine it is. Keeping that body in tip-top condition is hard work." I turn and walk over to him with the two coffees. I sit on the stool next to him and wrap my hands around my coffee, blowing onto it. My arms pushed against my firm breasts. One leg crossed over the other, but unable to hide the white semen in my neat bush. Opposite me, his body is like a perfectly chiseled statue. His thick cock lying flaccid between his thighs.
"Don't swimmers all have short hair?" I say reaching up and running my fingers through his locks.
"Yeah, it's supposed to be less drag in the water. I'm rebelling, my coach is not impressed." There's that irresistible smile.
"Oh, I think I saw your son last night."
"Daniel?" I'm so surprised that I'm not sure my voice hid the fear that ran through my body.
"Yeah, at the movies. I think it was him anyway, I've seen him on your drive a few times."
"Ah, the Marvel thing." Try and sound reasonable, Maggie. Try.
"Exactly, we have seen them all. Had to catch it on opening night. Bit sad really."
"We?"
"The usual four of us, Jack, Rosie and Lisa. In fact," he pauses while he drinks some coffee. "Lisa chatted with Daniel I think. In the line for popcorn."
"Oh, really, that's great. How was it, the movie?" Calm. Calm.
"It was ok, not the best, but still good. For Marvel geeks like us there is always something to keep us interested."
"I've never got into them, give me a romcom over sci-fi anyday. Typical chick I guess."
"Chick? You are far too classy to be called a Chick."
Sitting there naked, sweaty, with his cum still oozing out of me, I don't feel classy. But it's nice to hear.
"Thanks." We smile.
I steer us back to safer ground. We talk more about college, about his swimming, about his home. He gives me a crash course in craft beer. It's all about quality apparently, perfecting your craft. Small quantities, independent brewers, trying things, being more sustainable, pushing boundaries while the large multi-nationals plod on producing millions of gallons of sub-par recipes that we guzzle down without actually liking it. There's a passion there as he talks about it. He brings it to life. It's captivating. We don't talk about my husband, my life.
Until... I place my hand on his thigh.
"Nathan, you know I have a husband that I love, a son that I adore. A family that I will never leave. I will never give that up. I will fight tooth and nail for that. What you and I have is sex. Lust. Amazing sex. But sex. If you try and break that family you will lose. You will lose me forever. You will lose this. You will lose it before you have even got it. So if you want this. If you want to fuck again, then we do this on my terms."
His cock starts to lift. I uncross my legs and press on.
"If you want my mouth around your cock again." I lick my lips.
"If you want me to do things with you that each of us have never done before, then this stays between us."
His huge cock bounces.
"We will have an amazing summer of sex, and you can go back to college and fuck some younger, beautiful girls and maybe think of me sometimes while you are doing it. But my terms. Always my terms. Are you ok with that, Nathan?"
His cock has let his feelings known well before he says a word. It now stands upright.
"I'm absolutely ok with that, Maggie. More than ok with that."
I take a final draft on my coffee, warming my mouth, and drop to my knees. Licking his shaft from bottom to top before sliding him into my mouth.
I fuck him with my mouth before letting him cum all over my tits. I sit on his face and he shows me his skills with his tongue, then I resume the position on top of him that felt so good, mounting him and riding his cock. We fuck again in the kitchen and then in the lounge. My body is in shock, exhausted but amazed. His body is an animal that does not stop. He has muscles I didn't know existed, but are now worshipped like deity.
He eventually has to leave. We kiss deeply again at the front door, where our clothes are still strewn. He dresses hastily, we don't arrange a next meet, we leave that to fate, desire, and Amazon. I watch from behind the door as he walks down the path.
I don't pick up my clothes. I slowly walk up the stairs and into Daniel's room. I know I am needed. I know where I have to be.
"Who's been a naughty MILF then? I've jerked off at least twice watching you two, but I think I need some lips wrapped around my cock or a pussy perched on it. What do you think? Come here, Mommy."
He is lying on the bed, naked. His long cock across his hand. Mmmm. Yummy. I think to myself.
I don't say a word. It's how this works. I don't talk. This is different from Nathan, different from Phil. He is my Son. A mother does anything for her Son.