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Mom's Weekend Ch. 01

By: hungten



Sandra walked into her hotel room and set her bag down next to the bed. She drew open the curtains and took a deep breath as she looked out at the view. The evening sun cast a golden reddish yellow glow in the sky. Here she was, in the big city, far away from home. And she felt so lonely.

She had just flown in and headed straight to the hotel to rest. The flight itself hadn’t been long or tiring. She was just at that moment, when she yearned to be with her husband, lying in bed, hugging through the night. Instead, her company had sent her here for the weekend. And for no other reason than to sign a document with a partner. The meeting was scheduled for the next morning and she planned to get a good night’s rest.

But rest wasn’t forthcoming. Maybe a soak in the bath would do her good. She opened her bag and pulled out a change of clothes. In the bathroom, she filled the tub with water, poured some shower cream. But just as she was about to undress, she looked at the running water. No, it reminded her too much of home.

She shut off the tap and let the water drain away. She went back to the room and saw the telephone. Maybe she should call home. Hearing his voice might help. Or it might just make her long for home even more. What she needed was something to take her mind off home.

That’s when her sight settled on a magazine that she had stuffed into her bag. Some guy at the airport had handed it to her. Without a thought, she had taken it, probably planning to read it at some point in time. She had time now, so she took it out and started flipping through it.

It turned out to be one of those adult magazines, filled with advertisements and other messages. Her thoughts ran as she looked at advertisement after advertisement. Could she really be considering getting a “date” for the evening? Before she knew it, she had picked up the phone and started dialing a number.

It rang once, twice, three times. She was about to put it down when someone answered. After some uncertain moments, she requested a partner and gave her address. The person at the other end said that she would send someone over within the next hour.

After she hung up the phone, she crawled into bed and pulled the covers over her curled form, looking out at the darkened sky. She had really done it. She had called for an escort and soon, she was going to cheat on her husband with a total stranger. But she was so far away, so he wouldn’t be able to find out. Or would he? She chided herself silently and shut her eyes.

She must have fallen asleep because a loud knocking on the door awakened her. She jumped out of bed, unsure of what to do. Then she saw her reflection in the mirror. She was still wearing her pink blouse and blue jeans. She straightened out her clothes, ran a hand through her long brown hair and took a deep breath. She didn’t look fifty-years-old at all, thanks to her grueling daily workout. She had managed to keep her figure slim and tight, while regular visits to the spa kept her skin smooth and wrinkle-free.

This was it. She could either open the door or pretend that she wasn’t in.

She opened the door, her head hung low. “Please come in,” she said to the person standing outside without looking to see who it was. She quickly walked back into the room, keeping her back to him at all times. She heard him walk in and close the door behind him.

“Is this your first time?” he asked gently.

She nodded. Her heart was beating furiously and her legs felt like jelly.

“I understand.” He walked up behind her. “There’s nothing to worry about. We won’t do anything that you don’t want to do.”

He placed his hands on her shoulders and she instantly felt a tingle run through her body. She felt flushed, though her hands were clammy and cold. Needless to say, she was extremely nervous. “I don’t know if I can do this…” she whispered.

“That’s all right,” he said in a low, soothing tone. “If you want to, we could just sit and talk. Or watch television. Anything you want.”

She relaxed somewhat at that suggestion. Sure, she could watch television with a total stranger. That would be entirely fine. Slowly, she turned around, keeping her head down. She found herself looking at the body of a smartly clad man in dark shirt and pants. Then she looked up.

Both of them gasped. She took a step back, her hand to her open mouth, while he just looked at her with wide-eyed disbelief.

“Mom?!”

“Johnny?!”

The shock was too much for her. She found the bed and quickly sat down before her legs gave way. Meanwhile, John had moved to a table and sat against it. Neither of them took their eyes off each other. For a long time, neither of them said anything.

Finally, John broke the silence. “Well, this is awkward.” He tried to look at something else, but he kept finding his gaze moving back to his mother’s face.

By then, she had regained her composure. Instead of the lonely woman that she was a while ago, she was now a mother who was rather shocked and angered.

“Johnny, how long have you been doing this?” she demanded.

“Just for a while,” he said.

“I thought your dad and I sent you here for school. Why are you a… a…?” But she couldn’t bring herself to say it because she felt guilty about having called for one in the first place.

“An escort? Mom, it’s just a part-time job. I still go to school in the day.”

“Don’t we give you enough money?”

“Sure you do, and don’t think I don’t appreciate it. But I thought that I could use the extra money, so…”

She didn’t know what to say next. Her thoughts were still a jumble from the revelation. She just knew that she felt both embarrassed and frustrated. She couldn’t imagine what he was going to say to his father about this. Suddenly, she felt exposed.

John sat next to her on the bed. She didn’t move, her gaze fixed at an empty spot below the television set.

“What about you, mom?” he asked. “You called for an escort.”

She remained silent.

“Why?”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “It’s just… it’s…” She turned to face him, then turned away quickly. “I just felt lonely. I’m so far away from home and I needed some company. So I called…”

He nodded in understanding. “I see.” He looked at her travel bag on the floor. “So what shall we do now?”

“How will this affect your pay?” she asked in a concerned manner.

“It’s okay. I just give the agency a commission. They don’t ask, I don’t tell.”

“But you need the money, right?”

He sighed. “Yeah, I guess. Bills are stacking up.”

They sat there in the silent, dark room for what must have been an eternity. Finally, she stood up and walked to her bag. He looked at her, wondering what she was doing, half-expecting her to ask him to leave. But as he looked, he found his eyes tracing her figure. It had been almost a year since he’d been home. He’d always known that his mother was beautiful, but after spending such a long time away and then meeting her in this situation, he found himself admiring her slim body. He found his eyes drawn to her narrow waist, then the sensual curve of her bum. Ashamed, he quickly diverted his gaze to the floor.

“So how much do I owe you?” she asked suddenly.

“What?” he asked in surprise.

“The person said that the minimum… session is an hour. How much is that?”

“Mom…”

She bent down to her bag to retrieve her purse. In doing so, she had inadvertently given him a very good sight of her jeans-covered bottom. He found his breath quickening, his heart beating faster. And he felt a stirring in his groin. No, he couldn’t get excited by admiring his mother’s ass. He just couldn’t.

She pulled out a stack of notes and dropped it on the table. “Is that enough?”

He got up and looked at it. “I guess. But seriously, mom, you don’t have to…”

“No, I want to.” She turned to face him, her head kept down. They were standing close to each other, so close that he thought he heard her heart beating. Her chest rose with each breath, but he noticed that she wasn’t just breathing normally. She was taking in deep breaths each time. As if she was panting.

And then he felt her hand on his crotch. He felt his cock throb when she touched. His breath quickened, as did hers. He looked down and she looked up. “Mom…?”

“Shhh,” she said softly as she slowly rubbed him. Her sight was fixed on his lips, watching them move closer and closer to hers. And they kissed. At first, it was a tender peck. Then he pressed harder against her and felt her press back with equal vigor.

His arms went around her body as she wrapped her free arm around his neck, pulling him closer. He stuck his tongue out, pushing at her lips. She opened her mouth, letting his tongue in. Their tongues met and she groaned.

Both of her hands were on his bum now and she pulled her crotch right up to his. His bulge was now pressed against her belly. As they kissed, they rubbed their bodies against each other’s, enjoying every sensual touch. His hands moved from her back up to her shoulders. As he pulled, she arched her back, giving him space to press his warm lips to her neck. She gasped as his lips moved from one side to the other.

His lips met hers again and they kissed like lovers who hadn’t been with each other for eons. He squeezed her ass cheeks and smiled when she groaned in his ear.

“Oh God…” she moaned. “Oh Johnny, Johnny… Oh…”

He broke off the kiss and looked into her eyes as she looked back at him. She didn’t know what was coming next, but frankly, she didn’t care. She was more excited now than she had ever been. Whatever came next would only make her feel better.

His hands were on her waist and they moved to the front. As they continued looking at each other, he unbuckled her jeans and pulled the zip down. Then, as he kneeled down, he pulled her jeans down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and he tossed them to the side. He was looking straight at her panties-covered pussy. He could smell her intoxicating aroma. And when he slid a finger over it, he could feel her wetness.

She groaned at his touch, holding onto his head to steady herself. She felt her panties being pulled down, followed by his breathing on her pussy. She had kept it neatly shaved because that’s the way she liked it, and now, electricity whizzed through her body from her exposed lips. She felt his lips suck on them, then his tongue lapping at her juices. She pressed her crotch into his face, wanting to feel more of him.

Finally, he stood up and kissed her again. She smelled herself on him and tasted her juices. She was extremely turned on by them and her hands ripped at his shirt. He slipped it over his head quickly and threw it next to her jeans. While still locked in a passionate kiss, they backed up until she felt the edge of the bed against her legs. She sat down, her hands around his hips. Quickly, she undid his pants and pulled them down, taking his briefs along. He slipped out of his shoes and stepped out of his pants. His erect cock sprung up. It was all swollen and red. And there was a trace of pre-cum on the head.

She wrapped one hand around it. He groaned as she started stroking it. Then he felt something warm touch his tip. He looked down and saw her licking it all over, from the head down the shaft, then back up. And as he continued watching, she opened her mouth and took it in. The intense warmth overwhelmed him and he moaned out loud.

She sucked at him furiously, making loud slurping noises. Dribble spilled out of her mouth onto her pink blouse, but that didn’t stop him. He was pumping her face now and she loved every moment of it. She’d performed oral sex on her husband before, but it had never felt like this. She kept wanting more and more of it.

He felt the pressure at the base of his cock and knew that he was going to cum soon. But he wanted it to last longer. He pulled himself out of her mouth. She looked at him in a puzzled manner. He took her hands and pulled them up above her head. She knew what he was going to do next. In one move, he pulled her blouse up, gripping her bra and taking it along. Both clothing pieces soon joined the others on the floor. They were both naked now and took a moment to take in each other’s presence.

They lay back onto the bed, her hand firmly grasping his cock. His hands moved over her breasts and his fingers found her hardened nipples. He tweaked one and she yelped. They smiled at that. He bent down and sucked it. She closed her eyes and groaned. When he moved to her other nipple, the cool air caused her exposed and wet nipple to become fully hard.

She pulled his head up to hers and they kissed again. He pressed his lips hard on hers and her mouth accepted his tongue. His hand grasped her pussy and felt her heat. She spread her legs open as he stroked her.

“Oh God… oh…” she moaned as his finger penetrated her folds and dug itself deep. After finger-fucking her for a while, he pulled it out and placed it at her lips. She opened her mouth and took his finger in. They smiled as she sucked on it.

He moved himself over her. His cock struck her horny pussy and she gasped. “God, Johnny…”

“Mom, you know what’s going to happen next,” he said into her ear.

“I know, I know…” Her hand wrapped around his dick again and pulled him closer. “God, fuck me, Johnny. Fuck my hot pussy with your thick rod.” She couldn’t believe that she’d just said that. She would never have said such things to her husband. But now, it felt just like the right thing to say. And she felt excited when she said it.

“You want me to fuck you, mom?” John teased. “You want me to stick my swollen cock in your pussy?”

“Yes, God, I want it, I need it.” Her hand was tugging at him. “Stop teasing and fuck me already!”

The head of his cock pressed against her pussy lips. As they looked into each other’s eyes, he pushed himself gently into her sopping box. She groaned when his full length had entered her. He pulled out just as slowly, then sunk back in, relishing every stroke. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held him tight as he continued moving in and out of her.

He was pounding into her now. The sound of his balls slapping against her pussy echoed in the room. The bed bounced along with them, increasing their motion. The feeling of his cock rubbing against the insides of her pussy pushed her over the edge. She arched her back as a powerful orgasm shot through her body. It was more powerful than she’d ever had and it made her feel good all over.

She pushed her hair away from her sweat-covered face and looked at him. Her son. In the back of her mind, she’d always known who she was having sex with. But now, as she felt his cock fuck her like there was no tomorrow, the fact sunk in. She was fucking her own son. And she was enjoying every moment of it!

The same thought was going through his mind. Never in a million years had he thought that he would be in this position with his mother. But now, as he looked at her lust-filled eyes, a wave of excitement swept over him. He was fucking his mother! He was fucking his own mother!

“God, mom, you’re so fucking hot!” he said loudly.

“And you’re so fucking good!” she replied.

“I’m gonna cum, mom. I’m close.”

His words made her realize then that he was fucking her unprotected. She was still fertile and couldn’t risk getting pregnant by him. “Pull out, Johnny,” she said. “You can’t cum in me.”

Somewhere in his reckless abandon, he knew that she was right. He pulled his cock out of her pussy. Instantly, both of them felt like they had lost something. But as he stroked his hard member, he started to climax, shooting his seed all over her belly and it helped them overcome their loss. She watched as his white cum landed in trails from her breasts down to her navel. After he’d stopped cumming, he fell next to her, exhausted beyond his wits.

She rubbed her finger over his cum, spreading it over her panting belly. She even rubbed some over her nipples, which only made her feel more horny. The smell of his cum filled her senses. She looked over at John, who was recovering from their session.

“Wow, mom,” he said in between gasps. “That was the most wonderful sex I’ve ever had.”

“It was the best for me too,” she said. She looked down at his flaccid cock and held it with her cum-covered fingers.

He looked at her glistening belly. “You’re so beautiful and sexy,” he said. “I just wish that I could stay here and continue fucking you through the night.” He looked at her in a concerned manner. “If that’s what you want.”

She leaned over and kissed him. “You bet that’s what I want. So stay.”

His eyes drooped. “I can’t. I have another… client.”

A look of disappointment replaced her excitement. “What time?”

He looked at the clock. “Soon.” He noticed the sullen look on her face and felt sorry for her. “But we could meet up again.”

She sat up. “I don’t want to call that agency just to ask for you. This first time already made me feel… dirty.”

“You don’t have to call the agency. Listen, I’ve nothing planned for tomorrow. If you don’t…”

“I have a meeting in the morning. But after that, I’ll be free.”

“So we could…”

“Meet for lunch and catch up.”

She saw from his expression that her answer wasn’t the one that he was expecting. She bent down and kissed him, then whispered, “But after that, who knows?”

He smiled and kissed her back. Then he got up and retrieved his clothes. “I’m sorry that I have to leave you now,” he said as he dressed.

“That’s all right, I understand, it’s your job.”

After wearing his shoes, he bent down and kissed her fully on the lips again. “I hope you’re feeling better now.”

“You have no idea. So I’ll call you after my meeting. You still have the handphone that your dad gave you, right?”

“Sure thing, mom.” He gave her nude body a glance over, then reluctantly left the room.

Alone again in the darkness, Sandra pulled the blanket over her body. But now, she didn’t feel the twinge of sadness that she had felt earlier. Her last thought before she drifted off to sleep was that of Johnny fucking his cock in her pussy. 

Mom's Weekend Ch. 02



Sandra went about her morning meetings as any other executive who was flown halfway across the country to sign a document would. She met the client at his office, made small talk, presented the document, got his signature, made more small talk, then left the office. It took up most of the morning, but that still left her with more than enough time for what she really wanted to do for the rest of the day.

As she was walking back to the hotel, something caught her eye. She turned and saw a window display of the latest lingerie. A nasty thought crossed her mind as she entered the shop. She looked around at the racks of bras and panties and other delicate items. She couldn't remember when she had that feeling of naughtiness and cheekiness. But she knew that she wanted to do something special.

Finally, she settled on a red lacy bra and matching thong. She paid for them quickly, then hurried back to the hotel. Once in the privacy of her room, she took out her purchases and laid them on the bed. She took off her jacket and laid it next to them. Her blouse and skirt were next. She turned and saw herself in the mirror. She posed, her hands at her waist, and admired her body. It had been a long time since she felt sexy, even when she was wearing her usual full-cup bra and white panties.

She picked up the phone and dialed a number. It rang once, twice, then a voice. "Hello?"

"Hi," she said slowly.

"Mom, is that you?" the other end said.

"Who else?"

"So, are we still on for lunch?"

"You bet."

"Great." He sounded both relieved and excited. "There's a café just outside your hotel. It serves a great lunch that I think you'll love. Wanna meet there"

"Mm hmm. I'll see you in about ten to fifteen minutes?"

There was a momentary pause. "Why the delay?"

She looked at the red bra and thong. "I thought I'd change into something more… comfortable."

She could almost imagine his grin on his face. "Fifteen minutes, then," he said. "See you."

She hung up the phone, then proceeded to take off her bra and panties. Then, she slipped on the thong, feeling its silkiness against her skin as it rose up her legs to her crotch. Next was the bra and when she lifted the straps over her shoulders, she felt like she had put on a second skin. She then threw on a shirt and a pair of jeans. She wanted to be sexy, but she didn't want to reveal too much. Sometimes, it was sexier to conceal, she thought.

She found the café and walked in. John saw her and waved. She smiled and waved back. Her heart was beating faster and faster and she felt a stirring in her crotch. Or maybe it was the thong riding against the crack of her ass.

"Hi!" she said cheerfully as she sat.

John looked her over. "You look great, mum," he said. "When you said you were wearing something more comfortable, I didn't think it was a shirt and jeans."

"What did you expect, a satin gown?"

"That would've been nice too."

They ordered their lunch and proceeded to talk about stuff. He talked about school, she talked about work. He talked about friends, she talked about relatives. It was generally a normal mother-son conversation. Yet as they talked, Sandra couldn't help not getting lost in his dark eyes. He was so young and strapping and alluring. It felt like she was being sucked into something from which she had no hope of escaping from… and she yearned for more of it.

They soon finished eating. Sandra sipped on her drink while John just looked at her. She eyed him a few times. "Penny for your thoughts?" she asked.

"I missed you last night," he said.

"I missed you too. But I was wondering how long we'll be able to keep this up. Or whether we should even keep it up."

John moved himself closer to her. Her heart almost stopped beating when their legs touched.

"Last night," he started, "when I was with my other… client, all I could think about was you. I mean, I couldn't… perform without imagining that I was with you."

She looked around at the other diners. "Keep your voice down. People might get the wrong idea."

"They don't notice us. That's why I picked this spot, to give us some privacy."

She paused. "So you're saying that you want to keep doing what we're doing?"

He smiled at her. Then without any warning, his hand thrust under her pants from her waist and was soon trapped between her jeans and her ass. She gasped in amazement and excitement. No one had ever done that to her. In fact, she didn't think it was possible to do that at all. But she loved the feeling. He was feeling her bum in broad daylight in a very public place, and she found it an extreme turn-on. Then she felt him slowly rub her and she let out a soft groan.

"You feel nice, mum," he whispered into her ear. He rubbed her a bit more with his middle finger between her ass cheeks. "And that little strip of cloth there feels very sexy."

In between gasps, she said, "I just bought it. And the bra too."

"I want to see them."

They looked into each other's eyes. Then, with a slight squeeze on her bum, he said, "Let's get out of here."

They quickly left the café and rushed back to the hotel. Sandra felt a great rush being with her son. It reminded her of the first time she bungee jumped, when all of her blood rushed into her head and made her feel dizzy and the only thing keeping her safe was the cord that was tied around her ankles. She felt that same rush, even though she wasn't falling. Or maybe she was falling, falling in love. In lust.

They entered the elevator and she stabbed at her floor's button. Once the doors were sealed, John pulled her to him and pressed his lips against hers. She offered no resistance when his tongue entered her mouth. As their tongues wrapped around each other's, his hands were alternately running across her back and squeezing her jeans-covered bum, while she ran her fingers through his hair and rubbed his shoulders and upper back.

He was soon pulling her shirt out from under her pants. She felt the cool air rush up against her chest, like electricity charging its way up. Then his fingers were on her jeans button. As they continued kissing like two long-lost lovers, he managed to unbutton her jeans and pull the zip down. She gasped when he pressed his entire palm against her thong-covered pussy.

She yelped when the doors opened. But John had pulled her back to him and they continued kissing as they fumbled their way down the corridor to her room. By the time they were outside her door, her jeans had fallen to her knees.

"Johnny, Johnny," she gasped as he kissed her neck and squeezed her crotch. "My pants are down, let me pull them up."

But he ignored her and continued kissing. She kissed back with the same ferocity, but she soon regained her senses when she felt the cold air between her legs. "John, stop, please. I'm exposed in public!"

"There's no one around, no one to see you."

"John, John, oohhh, Johnny…" She felt herself giving in to his passionate embrace and kisses. Her fingers dug in her purse and pulled out the keycard. Suddenly, he pressed his crotch against hers. She squealed in delight and rubbed herself against him. She was pressed against the door now, which gave her just enough room to angle the keycard in place and unlock the door.

They entered the room quickly and the door shut behind them. John started unbuttoning her shirt, then pulling it down her arms, while she worked at unbuttoning his pants. She gasped when she touched his erection that was still trapped by his boxers. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

She backed away slowly from him, giving him a full view of her body, clad only in the lacy red bra and the sliver of the red thong. He smiled appreciatively as he approached her.

"You like what you see?" she teased.

"Without a doubt."

Then he swept her off her feet, his lips meeting hers, and dropped her on the bed. He lifted a bra cup off one of her breasts, then started smothering the exposed skin with his wet kisses. He did the same with the other breast, all the while squeezing and rubbing them.

"Be gentle with the bra, dear," she gasped. "They're new."

"Then maybe you should take them off before I tear them."

She grinned and quickly took them off. "Help me with my panties."

He looked at her crotch, admiring the sensual V-shape of the thong. He gripped its edges and pulled them down her legs. She lifted her bum and feet, giving him easy access. Once it was off, he held it in his hand, looking it over as if he was looking at a thong for the first time.

"You know, I've seen quite a few of these in my line of work." Then he brought it to his nose and took in a deep breath. "But none of them ever smelled the way this one does."

"You're disgusting!" she laughed.

He flung the thong aside, then pounced on her, enjoying the feel of her naked skin against his. His hands worked at her breasts and bum while he plastered her all over with his kisses. She groaned every time his fingers rubbed gently across her nipples, and groaned even louder every time he sucked on them.

But there was just one problem. "Your boxers, they're hurting me."

"Take them off for me."

He lay on his back, letting her pull them off him. She wrapped her fingers around his thick member, then bent down to kiss it. She kissed the tip, running her tongue over the slit, then she licked all the way down his shaft, before returning up to the head. He groaned when she sucked at the head. Slowly, she took more and more of his cock, until she almost had it all in her mouth. But he was too long and thick for her.

John sensed her discomfort. "Hang on a minute, mum," he said, "Lie on your back with your head just off the edge."

She understood immediately. After doing as told, John knelt in front of her with a pillow under his knees. His cock was in direct line with her mouth. She opened wide, letting him slide his whole member in. "Oh yeah, mum…" he moaned. "Take it in… take it all in…" As he continued in his forward motion, he pushed more and more of his cock into her mouth.

Soon, he had his entire member in her mouth, his head brushing against her throat. She coughed a few times initially, but gradually, she got used to his size. Pretty soon, he was fucking her mouth and she was loving every moment of it. He leaned over, grabbing a handful of breast with each hand, and rubbed and squeezed them as she continued sucking him. He was in heaven as he felt her warm mouth around his cock.

But he wanted more. He wanted her pussy. He looked down her body at the inviting pink lips. He reached down and ran a finger over it. She quivered at his touch, causing her to cough. After she had resumed sucking, he touched her again, and she coughed again. He did it again and again.

"You like that, don't you?" he said.

Her mouth was full of cock and she could only mumble something in agreement.

He stopped thrusting into her mouth and climbed up onto the bed. She pulled herself back up and rested against the headboard. Her saliva was all over her lips and cheeks. She wiped it off quickly with her hand, then dried off on the bed covering. John had his fingers buried in her pussy and he was kissing her breasts as she cleaned herself off.

"I love you, mum," he said.

"I love you too," she replied.

"I know."

She looked at him questioningly.

"Your pussy told me so." He pulled out his fingers. They were covered in her wet cum. He rubbed them over her belly to dry them off and she found it extremely erotic. Then he moved in between her legs. She knew what was coming next and she welcomed it by spreading her legs open.

And then his cock was in her pussy. She closed her eyes and groaned as he pushed into her. He started slow, relishing every touch and every moment. He kissed her on the cheek and neck. He nibbled at her ear while his cock moved in her rhythmically. She wrapped her arms around his muscular chest, her palms flat against his back, pulling him tight against her body.

"Oh mum, oh… your pussy… it's fucking… fantastic!"

His movements increased with greater strength. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass filled the room together with the sounds of their moans and groans of pleasure. Her hands found his ass and she helped to push him in every time he entered her. Sweat dripped from his nose and onto her.

"Uhh, yeah… fuck me, Johnny… fuck me with your thick cock! Fuck me! Fuck meeee!"

And then, she felt a great orgasm wash over her body like a huge wave. She moaned loudly as it filled all of her senses. Her whole body was in a spasm. Her back arched and her breasts were crushed against his chest. She found herself slamming her crotch against him each time he thrust into her. She pulled him tightly against her, his head next to hers. She heard his breathing growing louder and louder.

"Ohhh… mum… mum… yeah… yeah….!!!"

And she felt his cum shoot out from his cock and fill her pussy. She lifted her crotch, burying his cock in her, trapping him. He continued pushing into her, letting her tight pussy squeeze his cock and milk every last drop of his cum. She held him tightly, relishing the feel of his warm cum in her pussy. He thrust into her a few more times, but now he was doing it more so to feel the skin of his cock rub against the inner flesh of her pussy. He loved that sensation and he wanted more of it.

Finally, when he had shot his entire load, he lay down gently on her, his fingers stroking the side of her face. His cock shrunk while still buried in her pussy. He continued to move slowly in her. It sent little tingly sensations all around her crotch, which delighted her. Like her darling son, she too enjoyed the feel of a cock in her.

After catching his breath, he kissed her softly. "That was wonderful, mum," he panted. "Maybe even better than last night."

"I know what you mean." She ran the tips of her fingers all over his back, like a feather stroking him.

"I can't believe you let me cum in you. Not that I'm complaining or anything."

"I guess I was caught up in the moment and forgot everything." She giggled. "Besides, it felt naughty with another man's cum in me."

"You want to know what I thought was really naughty?"

"What?"

He leaned over the side of the bed and picked up her thong. He dangled it over her face. "This. Never in a million years did I think that you'd wear this."

"Well, I wore it for a special occasion. With a special someone."

She smiled and kissed him. Then her face became serious. "I want you with me for the rest of the day. Please tell me you're free."

He gave a peck on her nose. "I'm yours all day and all night."

She smiled gleefully. "Good."

They kissed again, pressing their bodies against each other. And his thong-covered hand caressing her back.