Tears rolled down her cheeks and she cried pitifully. Damn it. I’m a sucker for a woman’s tears. I hugged her and caressed her back. Her arms clung around my neck. “I don’t see why we can’t, Gary,” she sobbed. “I just want to have a fun spring break.”
“It’s wrong, Mom. It’s incest and you shouldn’t be cheating on Dad.”
She stared at me and blinked, obviously trying to figure out how I could be so dense. “It’s not cheating,” she insisted. “Your dad turned me over to you this week, Gary. He told you to take care of me.”
Did she really believe that? I wondered how severely bubble-headed Mom was. “I don’t think he meant sleeping with you.”
“Okay, let’s call him and find out,” she said and grabbed her cell.
I snatched it away from her. If Mom asked Dad if I could keep fucking her, we’d both be in deep shit. To hell with it; I was done fighting. Her combination of dimwitted naivete and sultry sexuality was too much to resist. “Okay, okay. You win. We can continue to … umm … do it. But you can’t tell Dad a word about it when we get home.”
Mom squealed, jumped and wrapped her legs around my waist as tight as a boa constrictor. Her arms tightened around my neck too. “I won’t. I promise. He’d be jealous of my hot second husband with the big cock.”
I untied her bikini bottom and yanked it off. Then I shoved down my bathing suit and stepped out of it. I backed her against the wall and nudged my steel-hard cock between her pussy lips.
“I’ve never done it standing up,” she informed me. Her breathing was heavy and clearly she wanted to try it.
“Me neither.” I rocked forward and buried half my cock in her tight puss.
“Oooo,” she moaned. She urgently wiggled her way down onto me, stuffing more and more into her hot box. I grabbed her hips to lift her up then jam her back down like a piledriver. “Uhn!” she grunted. I did it over and over.
Damn it was good fucking! Primal. Rutting like animals. We stared intensely into each others eyes. Her tits bounced and squashed against my bare chest. We got a rhythm going and went faster and faster. Suddenly she keened, “Eeee!” Her eyes rolled back and her whole body shook with the force of orgasm.
That pushed me over the edge too. I spurted into my mom’s womb. “God damn,” I groaned as her talented puss milked me dry.
Cumming sapped my strength, so I hurried to deposit her on the bed. Her arms and legs were still tight around me, so I laid on top of her with my cock still buried. Mom’s eyes twinkled. “And you thought we should stop.” She giggled and her cunt squeezed my cock again and I reversed from waning to waxing.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “That was amazing.” I kissed her. It was long and tender. I suckled her lower lip and she caressed my tongue with hers.
“Don’t ever say no to me again, darling,” she whispered in my ear. “It made me feel terrible.”
“I won’t.” My cock swelled to full strength again.
She felt it and purred, “Mmm.” Her legs unwrapped and spread wide. “Fuck your wife, darling. Take me like it’s our honeymoon.”
Jesus! My cock felt like it would burst. Mom seemed to know exactly what to say to feed my kinky lust. I fucked her with long hard strokes.
We fucked off and on all evening and night. It was fun, laughing, joyous sex. Mom called it playing and that was exactly right. Between fucks we kissed, sucked, licked, groped, fingered, pinched and even spanked. We tried anything that sprang to mind. Proudly for me, we tried a couple more things that Mom had never experienced before. That made me feel like I was truly claiming her.
When Jessica and Brad returned at 1am, Mom was on top of me, slowly and sensuously riding my cock. We didn’t bother trying to cover up. Jessica giggled, “Have you been here doing it all night?”
“Mmmhmm,” Mom admitted blissfully. She didn’t break the slow cadence of riding me.
Jess giggled more. “I thought sex slowed down after marriage, but y’all do it constantly.”
“We’re in love,” Mom breathed in probably the sexiest husky voice ever. Her eyes fluttered on her next downstroke and I could tell she had another mini-orgasm. They were coming frequently after hours of sex. Her face glowed with ecstasy.
“I can see that,” Brad quipped. Jess pulled him into their bed and in a minute they were fucking too. We ignored them.
I had already cum five times that night and I knew I had nothing left to squirt. But I was hard and I was content to let Mom ride me in her trance-like state. Eventually she had two hard orgasms in a row and was clearly exhausted. I eased her off me, laid her by my side and wrapped her trembling body in my arms. “Gary, Gary, Gary,” she whispered.
“Shh.” I stroked her hair to soothe her. “I have you. You’re okay. I love you.”
“Mmm, love you,” she murmured with a smile and fell asleep.
I grinned and watched her drift off. She was so beautiful and she was mine. At least for now. My eyes closed and I slept too.
THURSDAY
I woke to Mom sucking my morning wood. She noticed my eyes open and chirped, “Hi.”
“Hi,” I replied with a grin. “How did you get that thing up again? I thought you broke it last night.”
She smirked and stopped sucking to answer, “I’ll have you know that I am an expert cock restorer. I have never failed to get one up.”
“That’s good to know.” I grabbed her arms and pulled her up the bed to me, then rolled on top of her. She laughed with joy. I got my arms under her legs and lifted them until they almost touched her shoulders. All the yoga she did made her very flexible. My cock filled her wet cunt with one thrust.
“Oh God!” she groaned. “Fuck me hard, darling! You know how I like it.”
I knew. I rode her like she was a horse in the Kentucky Derby. She literally vibrated with the excitement of my rough handling. “Ah! Ah!” she gasped and shook in orgasm.
I came too, surprised I had anything to give after the previous night. When we calmed, I pulled out and slowly eased her legs down. She moaned.
“Holy shit, dude,” I heard Brad exclaim. “That was awesome.”
Jessica smacked him. “Brad, you’ll embarrass them.”
“It’s okay, Jess,” Mom replied. “It was awesome.” Both girls giggled.
Mom wanted to stay in bed all day, but Jess, Brad and I convinced her that we needed to eat. Then she reluctantly joined us on the beach. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted her too, but the break let me recharge my batteries.
But by noon Mom was sulking, so after a quick lunch I took her back to our room, much to the amusement of Jess and Brad. She still moped back in the room. “What’s wrong?” I asked.