Oh my god, you guys, I really am. This past week started my son’s summer vacation from school, so he was home with me all day. Each day started with me waking him up with his cock in my mouth after my husband left for work. Monday and Thursday I sucked him until he came in my mouth, but Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday, he stopped me in the middle and fucked me instead.
Monday we fucked 6 times; I didn’t even get dressed until shortly before my husband was due home from work! Wednesday was 5 times, and Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday were 4 times each. That boy is a cum factory! And I love him so, so, sooo much!
Oh! Speaking of that, on Thursday we were cuddling together in the afternoon after a particularly hard and intense fucking. He was holding me in one arm while I was draped on his chest, and the fingers of his other hand were lightly drifting over my skin on my arm, shoulder, back, hip, and leg - you know, in that way that almost tickles, but not quite, and it feels really, really good - and he started kissing my shoulder. I moaned a little and shifted, and he started kissing across my shoulder. He pulled me up from his chest toward his mouth, and he started kissing my neck.
Now, we’ve kissed a LOT at this point, and he’s kissed me in a couple places on my body (mostly my breasts/nipples), but this was something different. It wasn’t just his lips on my skin. There was an intensity to it; I don’t know if it was the way he held me, how long the kiss lingered or how many times he repeated it, or exactly what it was. All I know was that I was instantly dripping wet again, and I began to squirm and whimper.
I was so enraptured and turned on by the neck kisses that I hadn’t even noticed him getting hard again, until he rolled on top of me and easily slipped his cock inside of me. It was such a surprise in that moment that I could feel how wide open my eyes were, and a loud gasp echoed in my own ears. He held his cock in me, his body suspended above me on his strong arms, and he stared deep into my eyes and said, “I love you, Mom.” In that moment, I completely lost my mind. And I don’t mean I started yelling or screaming or anything; no, I really lost my mind. Like, gone. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move. I just laid there in shock while he bent down and started kissing my neck again while buried deep inside me. My words were still missing when he began to slowly work his cock in and out of me slowly, gently, even tenderly; but I made lots of whimpering and cooing sounds.
We didn’t fuck that time. For the first time, we made love like I had dreamed of so often. It was slow, and very intimate, and filled with many passionate kisses. It felt like it lasted for hours, although the reasonable part of my brain says that it couldn’t have possibly been that long. When at last I could feel him starting to tense up, which I’ve come to know well as the indication he’s about to cum, he kissed me again, deeply, and groaned into my mouth as his cock began to throb and twitch powerfully inside me. He was still pulsing inside me when he pulled back from the kiss and said again, “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby. So much!” I said, finally able to speak, and I pulled him back down onto me and wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him tight against my body while I felt him throb like a pulse in my pussy.
Uunnfff… I want him again already! Even though my pussy is aching and complaining from being used so much this week. (My husband has fucked me every night since last Saturday, also.) But I’m addicted, and can never get enough, I think.
