Taking the Edge Off – Part 2

‘Is it wrong that I wish all of a sudden we’d done this years ago?’ she then asked, a confession of her own.

Plunging deep into her slippery heat, Michael almost came there and then, but braced himself tight and soldiered on. ‘I kind of like the wrong right now.’
She pulled him close to her then and whispered, ‘pick me up so I can fucking bounce off of that beautiful cock.’

Her wish was his command. Soon Karen was in her son’s lap, embracing him for leverage. ‘Look at that,’ she panted, their bodies almost melded together in the heat of their lust, ‘your mom’s pussy lips sucking up and down your entire length like that…’

‘You are one dirty bitch, mom, if you don’t mind me saying.’

‘You don’t know the half of it yet, son.’

Then they were spooning. Sweating, slippery flesh clapped wetly together. Hands grabbed and groped and limbs entwined feverishly. Michael never wanted to leave his mother again and that afternoon they fucked and fucked and couldn’t seem to stop until she laid him down and straddled him.