Eventually we ended up in a sixty-nine, a position I’d only tried once, the other time with a girl. I bobbed down on his cock, he licked up to my pussy endlessly and wonderfully until without words, he rolled me onto my back, raised my legs above my head and slid his cock inside me for the third time today, this time while grasping my silk-clad ankles. Today had been exciting for us both, but it was so much better in the comfort of a bed and with the freedom to express ourselves fully to each other.
“Oh God, son,” I moaned, staring into his eyes, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Mom,” he replied as he began fucking me.
“God, I wish I knew you wanted this while you still lived at home,” I moaned, his cock slamming into me.
“Me too,” he nodded. “I never thought my fantasies would become a reality.”
“And I never knew you had such a big dick,” I replied, bucking my ass up to meet his forward thrusts.
“I still can’t believe I’m actually fucking you, Mom, that this is really happening,” he said, the look in his eyes one of lust and love.
“Then we’d better make every second count,” I replied.
And we did.
He fucked me on my side.
He fucked me doggy style.
I sucked his cock to hardness again and then fucked him reverse cowboy.
And we ended the night back in the missionary position.
I came first, and he followed shortly after, this time being finished off by my stocking-clad feet as I gave him a foot job.
He came on my feet and I, still very flexible from my cheerleader days, reached my foot up to my mouth and licked off his cum.
He groaned, “Now that’s hot.”
“Everything today was hot,” I countered, as I scooped some cum off the bed from the first rocket that had shot into the air.
“I do love you, Mom,” he said. “Today was about way more than sex.”
“I know, Cory,” I agreed. “I know.”
“So…” he began, suddenly nervous.
“I probably should get back,” I worried, “eventually your father will wake up.”
“I hope I never do,” he replied.
“You’re an incestual romantic,” I joked.
“And a very horny teenager,” he added.
“We still have one more day to spend together in the car,” I reminded my lover.
“Maybe two, if we can make him stop more often,” he countered.
“Mmmmmmm,” I purred. “You still have my tits to cum on.”
“And your face,” he added.
“Facials are such a waste of good, tasty cum,” I pointed out.
“But I bet you’d look fucking hot with a load of cum dripping down your cheeks and off your chin,” he said.
“Such a romantic,” I joked again, as I pulled my nylons off. “Here’s a souvenir.”
“Of a night I’ll never forget,” he said, gliding them sensuously across his face.
“The first of many,” I smiled, “I hope this will be the first of many, you sexy mother fucker.”
“Those are the hottest words I’ve ever heard,” he said gratefully.
“And you know… once a mother fucker, always a mother fucker,” I smiled, moving into him for another kiss.
“Well, then I guess we’ll have to fuck each other every chance we get,” he smiled.
I kissed him once more, put my robe back on and snuck out of his room and silently into mine.
And as I joined my husband in bed, my head was spinning in the aftermath of the strangest, most surreal day in my life.
I had sucked and fucked my son.
I had no regrets.
And I couldn’t wait to do it again tomorrow.