"Son, that was so good. You have almost worn me out. Almost," Wendy said as she rolled over on the bed. She was covered in sweat after riding her son through four incredible orgasms. She lay beside him and placed her hand on his heaving chest. He too was covered in sweat. When her son's big cock had vacated her wet pussy, it made slurpy sounds as the trapped air gushed out followed by the large amount of cum Dylan had deposited there. "You have turned out to be quite a lover, lover."
"Thanks, mom. You are not so bad yourself. You have the tightest pussy I ever thought imaginable, especially after three kids. Truly fucking amazing," he told her between breaths.
Wendy's hands stroked her son's strong chest as they both came down off their orgasmic highs. Wendy traced the toned muscles of her son's chest and abdomen until she came to his flaccid cock resting on his stomach. Her hand touched it and came away slimy from their combined juices. It was wet and warm, covered with slick juices. She placed her hand back on his cock and began to lightly stroke it.
Being only nineteen, almost twenty, like all men that age, he was quick to recover. As she stroked his cock it began to come back to life. "Mom, don't you ever get enough?" he asked her.
"Nope. Are you complaining there, stud? I could always get it from somewhere else ya know," she told him gripping and pulling his cock playfully.
"No, I am not complaining. You will never have to go look anywhere else. I will always be there. Your only problem is that I won't be able to keep my hands off you. You had just better be careful how you bend over. I might just sneak up behind you and stick this thing between your pussy lips or I might just stick my tongue there," he answered.
She was lightly stroking his cock and it was returning to its hardness. She thought about the last couple of days and what had happened. After the search and rescue had been called off, they took it upon themselves to find her husband and daughters. They did not try to mention it between them and when they found themselves alone, they took comfort in each other's arms. That usually led to wild sex. At first it started out as something novel but it built onto something else. They were concerned about their family and knew that eventually they would be found, hopefully alive. Wendy thought in her mind what it would be like after they were found. She didn't want to give up Dylan's cock since she had come to enjoy his youthful exuberance. He was very much like his father in many ways she thought. He could go all night if necessary or be done in a minute, depending on the circumstances and her needs. Tonight was one of those long ones and would probably be even longer.
During the day they would pour over current charts to see if a boat drifted which way it would flow. Even though the search and rescue people knew the islands well, Wendy didn't think they went about the search correctly. She looked at the charts and noticed there were many small islands spread throughout the area and the current easily took them past the islands. The rescuers were concentrating on the area between the main island and the island the were traveling to. Then they would go out from that distance. They were not looking in the correct distance off the path of travel in Wendy's mind.
After consulting the charts, the rest of the day was spent airborne in a rental plan looking along the furthest distance that could have been traveled. Then they were working their way back. It would be slow going but Wendy was not going to give up. She would look until they had no money left and she would sell everything they owned after it ran out to keep up the search.
She continued to stroke his cock and soon it was at full mast. She was gently stroking it in long, slow strokes. Her hands were slimy but this only added to the lubricant to make her strokes smooth. She watched in fascination as the skin moved back and forth along its length. She would grip it tight and move her hand toward the end causing a drop of cum to leak out. She would take the drop and use her thumb to smear it along the head causing him to moan.
Even though Dylan had just fucked her royally she was in the mood for more. It was her way of dealing with the loss of her family. She felt that if she took her mind off the problem she could handle it easily. And she was just plain horny. She found a new play toy and wanted to do nothing but play.
As she stroked Dylan's cock lazily she could feel her pussy starting to long to have it back inside her. Her pussy was already creaming heavily from the huge load her son had already deposited there, but she was still oozing her own cream. She could tell that her pussy was beginning to tingle again and that tingly meant she was ready to get laid again. Her clit was starting to swell again; it did not go down that much from the previous fucking so it didn't take much for it to get hard. As she started to get hotter she began to stroke Dylan's cock harder and faster.
"Oh, mom, that feels so good. You are such a hot woman. Why don't you suck it for me?" he told her.
Wendy, always being one to be the feisty one told him, "Nah, I think I have had enough for tonight. I think I may get dressed and go down to the bar and see if there is any action going on."
She turned loose of his cock and spun around away from. He Dylan could have seen her face he would have seen her smile wickedly. Wendy reached for the nightstand to grab a cigarette. She had started smoking again after the family disappeared. She never smoked before except when times were hard and Brian gone on training missions. It was worse when the Gulf War started because even though she didn't know where or what he was doing, she knew he was deep in the middle of it.
This irritated Dylan to no ends. "Mom, put those away. They stink and you smell like an ashtray."
