She groaned in my mouth and battled my tongue. Her pussy squeezed my shaft, resulting in my powerful contraction. I pounded into her at a feverish pace while we experienced our intense orgasms. Inserted fully, I released her mouth to suck in a deep breath. I rested my head beside hers while we enjoyed the aftermath of our sinful copulation.
After she licked the outer lobes of my ear, she whispered, “Sam, I think I better wear my robe, or we won’t make it out of our bedroom.”
My heart skipped a beat when she said our bedroom. It was confirmation that we were a loving couple, committed to each other. We had shattered the morally accepted boundaries of a mother-son relationship.
I caressed her nightie-clad back and murmured, “I can’t help it, Mom. You’re so sexy. I want to be with you every minute of the day. Your body excites me as no other woman can.” I kissed her sensuously, then pulled out, allowing a stream of mixed cum to pour out of her saturated pussy. True to her word, she wore her robe, but it didn’t deter me from lustfully staring at her body while she gracefully glided around the kitchen.
We quickly finished breakfast and retired to the living room. We still had a couple of hours to kill before our client showed up, allowing us to snuggle on the couch. I was afraid I wouldn’t recover in time, but sitting close to Mom ignited my lust. Mom’s hand went through the front of my robe to lightly hold my semi-hard prick. She probably had the same concerns about whether I’d be able to perform after our morning bout of sex.
Lightly squeezing my shaft, she apprehensively spoke. “Sam, I’ve had this rule with my clients that there would be no refunds or repeats, even if the process proved unsuccessful. One client has been persistent, and I felt sorry for the poor girl. I agreed, even before she offered to double the original amount. It wasn’t the money that swayed my mind; I wanted to make her happy. Our appointment with her is at one.”
My mind raced through the women trying to figure out who it was. Since she said girl, it must be one of the two younger ones. Before I could concentrate further, she acknowledged, “It was the lady from two days ago. Her body was covered and hidden, except for her beautiful face and silky, black hair.”
It was indeed my lucky day; she described Snow White. Images of her black bush contrasting against her smooth, white skin flashed through my mind. My shaft pulsed, signaling my excitement.
Mom still had her hand wrapped around my prick and felt it come alive. She bleated, “Should I be jealous of this girl? It looks like you have some special feelings for her.”
“She was charming, Mom, but you’re still the love of my life,” I said, trying to put her at ease.
She smiled and leaned in to lightly kiss me, no hint of jealousy, looking pleased with her son’s happiness.
At the designated time, I retreated to my room to wait for the arrival of Snow White. I sat on my bed nude, displaying my semi-hard cock, waiting for Mom’s entrance. She strolled in wearing her robe, and I instantly hardened, rising and hugging her, ending with an erotic kiss. She wrapped her hands around my manhood and stressed, “Let’s save this for our client. Hopefully, you’ll be successful today. Good luck, honey. Don’t forget your aunt is coming over at three.”
There was no reason to wear my robe anymore. I marched down the stairs to our room nude, my stiff prick swaying back and forth. Once I entered, I noticed a change in the positioning of the woman. The sheet covered her, but it was high, like she was on her knees praying, her back pushing up the sheet.
I remembered how nervous she was our first time. While uncovering her, I said, “I’m glad you returned. I can’t wait to feel your beautiful skin again.” When I shoved the sheet up, she extended her body forward and raised her ass into the air. My prick jerked when I realized she wanted it doggy style. Maybe she thought this would be a better method to impregnate her.
Her long, pure white leg flesh accented her black, hairy pussy. She widened her legs, exposing her already wet gash, ready for an infusion of sperm. Hard as a rock, I moved up and stroked her lily-white meat.
Her skin was hot and firm to the touch, burning my fingers. I took my time running my hands up and down her smooth thighs. The sides of my hands bumped against her furry slit each time I went to the top. Her sweet pussy scent emanated from her sex, anticipating my fat cock stretching her tight channel.
Reluctantly releasing my hands from her firm thighs, my aching cock demanded I proceed. Placing my mushroom-shaped head onto the puffy outer lips of her pussy, I rolled it around, lubricating it with her flowing juices. No more foreplay was warranted; I jabbed my prick deep into her throbbing pussy.
Moaning in the pillow while my prick descended to the bottom, she shrieked in pleasure when my engorged head slammed against her back wall. Her pussy contracted while she experienced her first orgasm. Holding my prick lodged deep, I stroked her sides and legs, allowing her to recover from her fast climax. No sounds came from her while she fought to catch her breath.
I enjoyed the quiet moment, caressing her smooth flesh. My only disappointment was that I couldn’t make love to her like an average couple, kissing her as we made love. “Take your time, baby. We’ll take it as slow as you want. I could fuck you all night.”
A long groan broke her silence when she moved her hips forward and back, fucking herself on my pole. She was ready for another round; I was determined to make it as pleasurable for her as it was for me. Gripping her hips, I fucked her hard.
The angle of my piercing lance caused her pleasure centers to fire off when I bumped and scraped against her tight pussy walls. We fucked hard for ten minutes, concentrating on pleasing each other. Wanting this session to last longer to enjoy her body faded away when I neared my orgasm. My prick serviced her sensitive pussy while I reached up and kneaded her swaying tits. I squeezed them hard and twisted her nipples between my fingers. Her rapid breathing and loud moaning were the only sounds coming from under the sheet.