Mom lay on my bed, a vision of spent desire, huffing and panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her legs were still spread wide, her pussy gaping slightly, pulsing with each ragged breath, a glistening, swollen testament to the pleasure it had just received. The sight of her, sated and beautiful in her afterglow, with her eyes still glassy and unfocused, with my thick cum, slowly oozing out of her swollen red pussy.
"Hah… hah… hah,". Mom, panting was the only voice that echoed in my bedroom.
Fuck. Just the sight of her like that, all wrecked and blissed out, was enough to make my cock, which had only just begun to soften, surge back to life with a vengeance. It twitched against my thigh, a thick, heavy promise of more to come. It was like a goddamn engine that refused to quit, already roaring back to life while she was still coasting on the fumes of her last orgasm.
Her eyes, those deep blue pools, finally fluttered open and found mine. They were still glazed over, swimming in the afterglow, but a flicker of awareness returned as she felt the hot, insistent pressure of my renewed erection against her inner thigh.
"Hnn? Baby, wait," she breathed out, her voice a soft, throaty whisper that was practically a groan. It was the sound of pure, pleasurable exhaustion. She shifted slightly, a tiny, weak attempt to close her legs. "Just… just give me a second to catch my breath. You… you just wrecked me, baby,".
I leaned over her, caging her in with my arms, my face inches from hers. I could smell the faint sweetness of her lip gloss and the salt of her sweat.
"No, Mom, I can't," I stated, my own voice rough and gravelly, stripped of all patience. The need was a physical thing, a fire in my blood. "Look at you... How the hell am I supposed to stop? You're fucking perfect.".
My hand found its way to her slim waist, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hip. I pulled her towards me just enough, aligning my throbbing cock with her soaked entrance. The blunt, leaking head pressed against her, a familiar and welcome intrusion. She gasped, a sharp little intake of air, and her body gave an involuntary shudder.
"Sael, honey, I'm so sensitive," she pleaded, but even as she said it, her hips gave a tiny, betraying roll, grinding herself against me.
That was all the invitation I needed.
With a primal groan that was ripped straight from my chest, I drove my hips forward in one powerful, unyielding thrust.
"PAH!".
The sound of our bodies meeting was obscenely loud in the quiet room. My pelvis slammed flush against hers, burying every single inch of my cock deep into her molten heat. I was balls-deep in one move, stretching her, filling her, claiming her all over again.
"Baby!!! FUUUUCK!". Mom's cry was a raw, shattered scream that was equal parts shock and mind-blowing pleasure. Her eyes flew wide open, the last of the haze obliterated by the sudden, overwhelming invasion. Her back arched off the bed, her nails digging into my shoulders like little claws. And just like that, I felt it—the violent, fluttering convulsions that started deep inside her. Her pussy clamped down on my shaft like a vice, milking me, pulling me even deeper as she was hurled into a second earth-shattering orgasm right on the heels of the first.
"AAHH!!! GUOO~ Ooooohhhhhh! Ooh! Oooh!". she wailed, her voice breaking into incoherent, guttural moans. Her love juices gushed out around my pounding cock, a hot flood that soaked my balls and the sheets beneath us.
"S-Splurt-- Splurt splurt splurt♥ !!!!!!". Her body trembled and shook violently beneath me, completely out of her control, surrendering to the sensations I was wringing from her, and she was gushing like fountain, her cum shot high, with my cock buried deep in her pussy.
"Holy shit, Mom, that's hot as fuck!". I grunted, the sensation of her climax rippling around my dick almost too much to take. It was so tight, so incredibly good. "That's it… come all over my cock. Fuck, yes…".
I didn't give her a second to recover. I started moving, setting a brutal, pounding rhythm right from the start. My hips pistoned into her, each thrust meeting the rhythmic clenching of her orgasm.
"PAH! PAH! PAH! HM! HM! That's its mom! Take my cock!".
The wet, skin-slapping sounds filled the room, a relentless drumbeat to our fucking. Mom was a mess beneath me, mewling and crying out with every drive of my hips. Her hands scrabbled at my back, her head thrashing from side to side on the pillow.
"Ah… Aahhh… Aaahhh♥ too… too much… AHN!!! baby… it's too good!" she sobbed, but her legs came up to lock around my waist, heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper, begging for more even as she claimed it was too much.
"PAH!! Your pussy was made for this, Mom," I growled into her ear, nipping at the lobe. "Made PAH!! …to take my cock. Isn't that, right? Tell me."
"Y-yes! Yes, baby! Aaahhh♥!! …Only yours! Only for you! Aaahhh♥". she cried out, her words fracturing into another sharp cry as I angled my hips and hit a spot that made her see stars. "Aaahhh♥!!! Ughk!! Right there! Oh god, right there!".
I fucked her through her climax, my own release coiling tight in my balls, a pressure that was building to an explosive peak. The sight of her—my beautiful mother, completely undone and fucked stupid on my cock—was going to make me lose it.
"Fuck, Mom, I'm gonna come!" I warned her, my rhythm starting to falter, becoming more frantic, more desperate.
"Do it! Please, baby! Fill me up!" she begged, her voice hoarse. "I want to feel it! Pour everything inside me!"
Her permission was the final trigger. With a roar, I slammed into her as deep as I could possibly go and let go. My vision whited out at the edges as my orgasm ripped through me, a tidal wave of pure, blinding ecstasy.
"Splurt♥Splurt splurt splurt♥ Splurt splurt splurt♥". Rope after thick rope of my cum shot deep into her welcoming depths, painting her insides white. I pulsed and jerked inside her, my body shuddering with the force of my release.
"Ah, ahh, nn… Hhhnn… Feels so good… My pussy's… ahh… getting split open, Baby… Your cock's so big and... thick… Splurt splurt splurt♥ Ooooohhhhhh!!!". Mom moaned incoherently, body trembling with orgasm, it was too much for her that she once again cummed, shooting her cums, arching in the air like a water show.
I collapsed on top of her, our sweat-slick bodies sliding together, both of us huffing and puffing, trying to remember how to breathe. We lay like that for a long time, a tangled, sticky mess of limbs and contentment. My cock was still buried inside her, slowly softening, but I made no move to pull out. I liked the feeling of being connected to her like this. I nuzzled into her neck, planting soft kisses there as our heartbeats slowly returned to normal.
Her hand came up and stroked my damp hair, her touch gentle and loving.
"Baby," she murmured, her voice raspy and used. "Your cock is so big… I felt like I was filled to the absolute brim."
A surge of pure male pride shot through me. I lifted my head and gave her a lazy, triumphant grin.
"And your pussy was so good, Mom," I praised her back, my voice husky with satisfaction. "Like it was custom-made just for me. Tighter than a fucking fist…"
She blushed a beautiful shade of pink, her smile widening. "My baby is so sweet to his mommy…" she purred, her hand drifting down from my hair, over my shoulder, down my chest. Her fingers traced idle, lazy circles on my stomach, leaving trails of warmth on my skin. I closed my eyes, basking in the feel of her touch.
Her fingertips trailed lower, through the coarse hair, until they gently brushed against the base of my shaft, which was still buried inside her.
Then, her touch stilled.
I felt her body tense slightly beneath me. I opened my eyes to see her staring at where we were joined, a look of genuine, stunned puzzlement on her face. Her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Hmm? Baby?" she asked, her voice laced with a touch of disbelief. She flexed her internal muscles experimentally, and her eyes went wide. "Aren't you… aren't you supposed to be satisfied already?"
She genuinely seemed baffled. Her body was still trembling from the two powerful climaxes I'd gave her, and the concept of me being ready for more seemed to short-circuit her brain. I couldn't help but chuckle, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through both of us. I shifted my weight, and her breath hitched as she felt the unmistakable, undeniable truth: inside her, I was growing hard again. Thickening. stretching. Demanding.
"Mom," I said playfully, dipping my head to capture her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. I tasted myself on her. "How the hell could I ever be satisfied with just once?".
I dropped my full weight on her again, pinning her deliciously to the mattress. I rocked my hips gently, and felt her gasp into my mouth as my now fully-hard cock slid an inch deeper.
I pulled back just enough to whisper directly into her ear, my voice a low, husky promise that left no room for argument.
"For my beautiful, insatiable mother… once is never enough."
Her protest died in her throat, replaced by a wanton moan as I began to move again, slowly this time, setting a new, deep rhythm. The game was far from over.