After a couple minutes of rough cunt fucking, he pulled out, yanked the plug out of my butt and slammed his cock in my ass. I screamed, too loudly, “Fuck, you nasty Mommy ass fucker!”
“I love your ass,” he groaned, as he began reaming my asshole.
“And I love your big cock drilling my shit hole, baby,” I moaned, as he fucked me so hard the desk began banging against the wall.
“God, I’m going to miss this,” he groaned.
“I’m not sure I can live without your cock, baby,” I moaned, as I pushed the desk firmly against the wall to stop the sound.
“Then you’d better end up back here soon, my Mommy-slut,” he said, before adding, “That’s an order.”
“Yes, Master,” I moaned, knowing I’d be back here just as soon as I could manage.
“I expect you to behave just like those Japanese mothers,” he said.
“Going down so your grades will go up,” I whimpered.
“Exactly,” he groaned, as he pulled out, spun me around and I instantly dropped to my knees and took his cock, that was just reaming my butthole, into my mouth.
I bobbed hungrily, craving his load… wanting it all over my face.
After only a few bobs he pulled out and splattered his cum on my face. I loved the hotness of his cum as rope after rope draped itself across me.
Once done, I took his cock back in my mouth to retrieve any last remnants of cum he might have saved for me.
Cory said, “Smile for me.”
I looked up and smiled as he took a picture of my cum-coated face.
“Is that going to be your new phone background?” I smiled.
“Maybe,” he said, as he put his cock away.
I began to rub his cum all over my face, trying to hide the evidence of my facial, as Cory went and unlocked the door.
“This is amazing facial cream,” I smiled.
“You just keep getting hotter,” he praised.
“Flattery gets you everywhere,” I smiled, getting off my knees.
“And into every hole,” he smirked.
“I can’t believe you just came in every one of my holes in under eight hours,” I said.
“Imagine what I could do given an entire day,” he smiled.
“That is something to look forward to,” I yearned, wondering how many times he could get off in a single day and how many orgasms he could give me in that day.
“I love you, Mom,” he said, leaning in and kissing me.
“I love you too,” I said, when we broke the kiss. “And,” I added, giving his cock one final squeeze through his jeans, “I love this cock.”
…..
Alex joined us a few minutes later, and as he and Cory carried all of Cory’s stuff in, I unpacked it, performing a traditional motherly role for a change.
Once we were done, we went out for supper, and I hoped for an opportunity for one last fuck. Unfortunately, the opportunity never presented itself, so I reluctantly left my son in the questionable care of hundreds of college skanks, hoping he would still want me the next time we were together, which I was determined would be soon.
As Alex drove us to our hotel, my sitting beside him in the passenger seat this time, I pondered how I was going to tell Alex it was over.
I loved him as a man.
I just didn’t love him as a husband.
My gaze drifted out the window; I knew I had to have the hardest conversation of my life with my husband, and soon. One I didn’t want to have, but it had to be done.