"Fuck me..." Liz Foster whispered hoarsely. Her voice was nearly gone from hours of moaning and screaming through orgasm after orgasm. Now she lay limp and exhausted on her back in the middle of her bed, drifting in and out of awareness, three pillows stacked under her ass to raise her pelvis to the perfect height and angle for a kneeling man to penetrate and fuck her without pause for a long time.
She whined and twitched her hips feebly, close to cumming again around her partner's relentlessly pumping prick. The orgasm growing in her loins would be another big one, she could tell. Every climax on this magnificent cock was better than the one before. She wondered if a woman could die from cumming too much. She didn't care. And she knew that Wyatt would not let that happen to her. Wyatt was a good son.
It was Wyatt's massive cock that was taking Liz to heaven with every bold, pussy-stretching stroke. Her son. She was fucking her son. Lust flared higher inside her at the very knowledge.
He took her at a leisurely pace, his big hands holding her thighs apart and her calves draped over his broad, muscular shoulders, leering broadly down at her as he ravished he, confident that she would never say "No."
She knew that she
should
say it. She should tell him to stop. Say "never again." She didn't want him to stop. She was already too far gone, having surrendered control of her body to her son hours ago. He handled her gently but with total mastery. He'd plowed into her from behind while she'd knelt on hands and knees, his hard belly smacking into her quivering ass cheeks with every thrust, until her legs had given out. Then he'd flipped her onto her back and continued, kissing her lips and cheeks and chin and on down her shoulders, sucking her tits, making her cum as effortlessly as if he had her cheat codes.
Liz felt some vestige of shame when she recalled how this had begun. How Wyatt had found her, this afternoon. But that humiliation was fading, just as was any concern for her marriage, home, and reputation. If Wyatt wanted to fuck her at high noon in the town square, his mother would open herself eagerly to him then and there. From now on she'd do whatever he asked.
Wyatt had fantasized and then plotted this conquest for a long time. Finally fucking his mother was even hotter in reality than in his dreams.
Liz Foster was a few years shy of forty. Naked, she was a teenager's wet dream come to life; just over five feet tall, full-hipped, her big round breasts tipped by mouthwatering domed nipples of the same pale coral color as her plump pussy lips. Many men wanted her, and she loved fucking.
Wyatt was a healthy, aggressive, driven young man. He played to win, and he was used to women throwing themselves at him--teachers, cheerleaders, the wives and mothers of the neighborhood, like Jill Lawson. As far as he was concerned, this incestuous coupling had been inevitable from the first time he'd sneaked a look at his mother in the bath.
Now that he had her, he meant to make her feel so good that she could never give him up.
Even after all these hours, just watching her grip the bed sheets in her small fists, her bright red hair fanning out around her on the bed, her face frozen in a dazed, depraved, open-mouthed smile, gave him a boner that could smash bricks. And he'd stay hard for her as long as they both wanted this to go on. Not that he had to manage that all on his own. He'd quickly gotten Mom past her initial shyness about sucking his cock, once she'd learned what was in store for her when he got another hard-on. Mom's mouth on his dick guaranteed his swift arousal.
"You're almost there again, ain'tcha?" Wyatt smirked. Liz opened her mouth as if to answer, but could only manage a weak nod. He drew his hips back, pulling slowly out of her clinging cunt. Her slick inner walls sucked at his shaft as if to hold onto him, and yielded to the slightest pressure of his prick whenever he entered her, welcoming him to fill her up to her cervix. Mom's pussy was a perfect match for his cock, which he reckoned just stood to reason. Mother's cunt, son's cock, made for each other. It was kinda a scientific thing, he figured. He'd have to ask his biology teacher, Mrs. Garrison, about that the next time she kept him after class for a furtive suck-and-fuck.
"Get ready." Wyatt took hold of Liz's nipples, tweaking and stretching them as he withdrew completely from her pussy. He saw a fleeting moment of panic in her glassy eyes at the sudden open emptiness of her sex channel. That hunger was his signal to thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying his cock in her cunt to the balls.
Liz's eyes rolled up in her head and her whole body jerked wildly. Her back arched and she found her voice at last, a mindless, keening howl torn from her larynx as rapture consumed her, every nerve ending so overwhelmed by sensation that the world went dark around her and she nearly passed out.
The sound of a ringing phone cut through the gathering fog of her awareness. Wyatt picked up the call as casually as if he'd been interrupted eating lunch.
"Hello...Oh, Hi! How are you? Actually, we're a little busy, right now...Yeah? Seriously?" He glanced down at Liz with a smile. "Oh, she's in bed right now. Resting, yeah. But I know she'd love to come along." He paused to listen, then added, "No, that's right. Mom's in, for sure. You like that idea, huh? Great. See you soon."
Wyatt tossed his phone aside.
"Who was that?" Liz asked wanly.
"Friend of yours, as a matter of fact. Carol Taylor. Invited us to a little get-together."
"Today? Now?"
"Whenever we're done here. It's real, uh, informal. Don't worry about what to wear."
Wyatt braced himself on his hands, bridging over Liz's body so that their only contact was at the juncture of their thighs. He'd kept his cock embedded in his mother throughout the conversation with Carol. He started moving again, picking up speed until he was driving Liz deep into the mattress with every stroke. "Spread wider, Mom!" he commanded, and she did so without thinking. No man had ever dominated her so completely as her own son was doing. It was the most fulfilling experience of her life.
"Gonna blow!" Wyatt yelled. He rammed his cock home, burying it to the balls in Liz's cunt as he went off at last, shot after shot of jism rifling up into his mother's hot depths.
"Ah-ah-ah-ahhhhh,"
Liz panted, cumming yet again from the taboo pleasure of her unprotected cunt overflowing with her son's potent seed.
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