Know how one month of separation from son turned into sex

He stroked my thighs, running his hands up my back. I held his face in my hands, pulling him closer for a deep kiss. Then, he pulled down my nightgown, and we both fell onto the bed. He immediately slid between my legs, staring at my pussy with lust. His fingers started to penetrate me, causing me to moan. He moved up, licking my nipples, his wildness growing. I couldn’t control myself anymore. I grabbed his cock and began to stroke it, bringing him closer to the edge.

“Mom,” he gasped, “I will never leave you. I can live a life without marriage, just as long as I have you.” He then lowered himself, inserting his penis into my wet vagina with ease. He started thrusting hard, and I moaned with each push. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion.

The friction between our bodies created a symphony of moans and groans. We were both drenched in sweat, as this was the first time I had been intimate in years. Despite his youth, he was incredibly skilled.

I climbed on top of him, rubbing my pussy against his mouth until he gasped for air. Then, I moved down, taking him deep inside me again, riding him with passion. Sometimes I would stand up, sometimes kneel, sometimes lie down. We spent the entire night lost in each other’s arms, fulfilling our desires.