I had conquered my son! He was mine! Or was I his? I watched him finish his shower. I caressed my swollen, thrashed clit slowly as I watched him. My mind raced. My juices flowed.
It had started innocently. I lost rational thought. How could a momma have sex with her boy? How could she fuck his brains out? How could he impale his beast so deep in her body? My eyes closed, my mind fed memories flooding my conscience mind. I could feel him, thrusting, pounding my yielding body, his magnificent cock buried so deep in my body, so completely buried. My mind wandered as my clit exploded in orgasm, my body humping my finger, begging for penetration. My mouth was wide open, my eyes flashed. His cock was so close. So hard!
"Baby," I cooed. I focused on his long, hard cock.
"Momma, wait!" he commanded. "Get a shower! Come to bed!" he instructed. He stepped from the shower. I stood quickly, stepping into the stream of water. It cascaded down over my body, its' warmth spreading over me. Eyes closed, I tilted my head back, arching my body, my nipples dripping water. They hardened as my hands reached to each one, rolling the nipples between my fingers. I pulled the nipples up. God I wish I could pull one to my lips. My tongue extended, I tried to reach the hard nub, but was unable. I grabbed the shampoo, poured a glob in my hand, and began washing my hair.
I finished my shower quickly, paying close attention to my crotch. My lips hurt! My hole hurt! Even my ass hurt! Jake had pounded me unmercifully. I had come so many times. I could not think of how many times. My cunt ached, wanting, no, needing to feel him in me again. "Oh Jesus Jake, I am your fuck toy," my mind screamed. I took such a long time to clean my cunt, my hole. I grabbed the protruding clit, rolling it between my thumb and index finger. I glanced to the doorway. One more orgasm I thought to myself. My legs splayed, I squatted slightly, opening my crotch. My fingers flattened softly, rubbing back and forth over the swollen clit. Yes baby my mind screamed. Minutes passed, my body responded, my cunt throbbing, needing release. I humped my fingers, my mouth draped open. I was breathing hard. My eyes flashed open, I watched the doorway. It's so close. Even my toes are curling, my hips arch to my hand. My orgasm rips through my body, shudders quake me to the bone. I lean back to the wall of the shower, catching my breath, allowing my fingers to caress my slit softly. I groan under my breath. My legs are rubbery, I turn the shower off, step from the shower to dry.
God I think, I have become an orgasm toy. My body begs for another touch. I reach between my legs, drying my cunt so slowly, pushing the towel between my velvet soft lips, dragging the material up over my clit. It feels so fucking good. I slip my fingers to my hole, reaming her, feeling her wetness. I am insatiable!!
Stepping from my bath, my room is empty. Jake has gone to his room. Just as well, I need rest. I need to allow him to fully comprehend our night of passions. Our flat out fucking! My cunt twinged just thinking about his hard cock, how good it felt slipping deep in my body. I flopped on the bed, lying flat on my stomach. Maybe Jake will come to me, see my ass up, and take me. I spread my legs, showing my cunt, my lips, wanting my hole to invite his penetration. I drifted off to sleep.
Waking, I glance at the clock. Jeesh, it's 7:30 am. Lifting my head, I glanced around my room. I am by myself. Rolling to my back, my mind flooded with the past nights' lust, sex, and passions. "Oh fuck," I whisper out loud. My mind focuses on Jake. How will he take our relationship?
I move to stand. My body aches! My thighs quiver, the muscles sore. My back is sore. I glance in the mirror, the lips of my cunt are hidden by my pubic mound. I wonder if they are sore? Reaching, I slide my fingers between the lips. Tender! But well fucked. I find myself grinning ear-to-ear in the mirror. I stroke my body, sliding my hands down over my hips. I look pretty fucking good!
I dress quickly, head to the kitchen. No sign of Jake. I busy myself, making coffee and fixing breakfast. In short order, I have a plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs to share with Jake. Walking to the stairs I call him. "Jake, breakfast," I holler up the stairs. I move quickly, returning to the kitchen. I hear him bounding down the stairs. I feel him first, saddling up against my backside, his cock pressing between my cheeks. As he pushes me over the counter, I feel him pull my shorts down, exposing my ass to him. "Jake," I almost shout.