I started to move to straddle him but paused, still seated on my knees. "Look away. Just for a moment, please. Look away." I said. He looked up at me, bewildered. But he gave me a quick nod and turned his head to the side. I then quickly threw a leg back over him, straddling his dick. I reached down and positioned his cock at my entrance, watching him to make sure he didn't peek. He felt the dewy hair of my cunt graze his dickhead and he looked down at it.
"No, don't. Not yet. Turn away." I protested, but he ignored me. He stared at the area between my legs. A thick tangle of dark black hair covered my lower abdomen and ran down along my lips, ending just before my puckered asshole. The hair around the hole was matted with my excitement, the scent of it slowly wafting into the air. I fumbled with his dick, sliding it along the lips of my cunt until I it found it's way to my opening.
I pressed my hips firmly down, taking him inside in one motion with little resistance. We both groaned our pleasure out, his eyes still planted on my snatch. I sat on him, fully seated on his dick for a moment, just moving my hips back and forth. The soft squishing sound of our bodies moving together filled the room.
The movement of my hips against his made my pendulous breasts jiggle and sway, their motion pulled his eyes away from my tangled love nest. He had seen and felt my tits move only masked by whatever nightgown or shirt I had worn to bed that evening, and only in the dim light from the moon. Always self-conscious I could never bare my body to my son before this night. But the look of wonder on his face settled my nerves enough to keep me from attempting to cover my heavy tits.
I remained planted on his hips, his cock rooted deep inside my excited portal. He placed his hands on my bare thighs and slowly worked them up my body, feeling my full nakedness for the first time. They moved up along my thighs until they joined at my crotch, then he slid them outward to grip my hips gently. They continued on along my sides and moved inward again, running along my belly. I gasped at his touch, feeling his fingers run up along the slight outward curve of my belly. I arched my back again, wishing that the sit-ups and crunches would pay off.
His hands continued upward until they slid under my full, motherly tits. The sweat beneath them mixed with the jism still plastered to his hands. He lifted my breasts slightly and let them fall as he slid his hands up to cup them, his palms on my hardened nipples. All the while I sat motionless on him, staring at his hungry face.
His eyes rose and met mine. His were glazed over with lust and eager curiosity, mine fought between my shyness and a new found thrill of exposing my curvaceous nude body. I flashed him a quick smile which he returned and then I slowly rose up until just his hard tip was left in me, his hands still gripping my tits. We both joined in a moaning duet as my hips fell back down to meet his, his length sliding into my well-greased tunnel.
I rode slowly up and down, my tits bouncing in his hands. His gaze moved up and down between my jiggling breasts and my cunt as it gripped his dick. Letting out a groan I relaxed the arch of my back and sat forward some, no longer overly concerned with how my naked body looked. I felt no criticizing glances from my son and as of yet had received no complaints. He adjusted his grip on my jiggling breasts, supporting me by them as we fucked.
I leaned forward further and put my hands down on either side of his head to better support myself as I rode his slick pole. My pace had increased, the lewd slurping sounds of my cunt slipping up and down him filled the room, mixed in with the small slap of our bodies colliding. The scent of my cream filled the air around us. I couldn't see from my perspective, but I could tell that his shaft was covered in a bubbly froth of my lubrication. I could feel it had ran down over his wrinkled balls because every time I lowered myself, my sweating asshole gave them a quick kiss.
With my breasts now hanging in his face I bounced quickly on him. He pulled a tit to his mouth and started to cover it in kisses before placing his lips around the hard bud of a nipple. He sucked hard, too hard, causing me to hiss in pain. But I did not stop him and he soon switched back to kissing and licking. He went wild as he sucked, switching from one tit to the other and then back again.
Then he released my heavy chest and gripped my sides, pulling me down on top of him. He craned his neck up and opened his mouth inviting me to a kiss. Still well aware of the heavy taste of his seed in my mouth I turned my head. "No. Don't." I said softly as I continued to fuck up and down on his cock, my tits mashed between us.
"It's ok." he said, gently pulling my head back towards his mouth. I pushed his hand away and sat back up slightly.
"Please don't." I said again, looking him in the eye with a serious expression. He nodded and turned his attention back to my breasts as they jumped in his face. He gripped them in his hands and ran his fingers over the nipples, both now slathered in his spit. I squirmed and groaned and yelped as he tweaked and pinched them.
My hips flew up and down on him, our bodies crashing together with loud smacks. My eyes were clamped shut and my mouth was slightly agape as I rode my son's magnificent cock.
Every other night that we fucked I felt that I maintained control. I always kept much of my clothing on, and when I climaxed it would be subtle and pleasant, perhaps letting out a soft moan and a sigh. However, that night it seemed as if everything had slipped from my control. And what came out in my voice would have shocked me had I been able to fully hear it.
It started as a very low, animalistic groan. It quickly raised into a much higher pitched yell of pleasure. My son took this audible cue, gripped my hips firmly, raised his knees, and started thrusting up into me wildly. He jack-hammered up into my cunt as I continued to bounce down onto his cock. He sent me over the edge and my mind exploded in an overload of pleasure.
He had to tell me later, as I was no longer fully aware of my body, only of my pleasure, that I started shrieking loudly as my orgasm tore through me. He was shocked by my outburst and quickly reached up to try and quiet me, placing his hand against my mouth.
I fell onto him, my entire body riddled with spasms, the orgasm clenching nearly every muscle in my body. He continued to buck up against me as I collapsed. He had one hand still on my hip, his dirty fingers dug deep into my flesh. The other hand now held the back of my head to his shoulder, my lips pressed against him, muffling my screams of delight.
My body was rocked by his eager thrusts, which kept my tremors going even after the first eruption started to settle. Clutched against him, letting him fuck up into my drenched hole. I shifted on him slightly, the sweat on my breasts mixing with the sheen on his chest. "Cum. Cum for me." I said softly, my lips brushing against his ear.
His response was a series of grunts. His hands slipped over my hips and firmly grabbed my ass, pulling me down onto him as he jammed his dick up at me. He slammed his hips against mine with such speed and force as he groaned into my ear. My breath was forced out of me as he pulled me violently down onto him one last time. He held me still, his cock deeply rooted in my messy hole. I felt his dick surge inside of me as it emptied a small load into my pussy. Pained whimpers slipped from his lips as he shot his seed into me, pulling me down on top of him still, trying fruitlessly to get even deeper.
Still recovering from my orgasm, I panted on top of him as he started to gasp in quick sharp breaths. I reached up and wiped my cheeks, the intensity of my orgasm having brought tears from my eyes. My son, still in shock from his powerful cum, just held me to him tightly, his dick deep in me but starting to soften.
I lay on him, staring into his face until he finally looked into my eyes. I saw a wonderful expression of love and amazement in them that I'm sure was reflected in mine. He tried to pull my head in for a kiss again, but I pulled away and shook my head, feeling still very unclean. I pulled my hips away from him, and his spent meat fell out of me with a lewd slurp. Both of us hissed in our after-fuck sensitivity as our genitals broke contact, the mess smeared all over and around them cooling in the night air.
I slid off and stood next to the bed. I grabbed some tissues and, turning my back to him, I mopped up the spunk as it started to run out from between my swollen lips. I went back and grabbed a second handful of tissues, as the sticky mess was plastered in the hair that surrounded my labia.
