Then, I turned and walked over towards my son’s small bed. I lifted myself up (knowing that he was looking at my ass as I did so), and then dropped onto the bed and rolled onto my back. I hit an empty Mountain Dew can with my hand. I picked it up and looked at Anthony Jr., raising my eyebrows.
“I am going to clean up tomorrow,” he said and I laughed. That was more of a promise that I usually got.
“A man should take care of his house,” I said, tossing the can onto the floor, “And his woman.” And with that, I spread my legs wide on the bed. My pussy lips split open, the air now warm and even stuffy in the room wafting across it. I turned my head to my son, reached one hand out and beckoned him with a curl of my finger.
Anthony Jr. rose slowly, not a quick, childish scramble like I expected. He stood with his cock sitting up hard and proud and strode towards the bed. He toss his shirt off as he walked. He was still short, he still had a bit of a baby face. But, I don’t know, he walked like a man. His shoulders back, looking broader than usual. His foot steps were self-assured and certain. I felt my body reacting to him in a different way.
Anthony Jr. moved around to the bottom of the bed. He was looking at my body, splayed out before him now. My wet pussy just a few feet from his cock, my small breasts spread out across my thin chest. I looked at him and raised my index finger (still fragrant with my juices), up to my lips and bit the tip seductively. Anthony Jr. hoisted himself up on the bed. He was on his knees and he and he sort of walked on them between my open legs. I could feel the heat of his body as he moved between my thighs, his eyes continued to move about me.
“Grab my…” I started, but Anthony Jr. didn’t wait. I felt his palms slide underneath of my knees. He lifted my legs, and spread them apart a little bit wider. He inched forward on his knees, the bulbous tip of his cock hovering between my legs. I leaned up and reached forward, grabbing my son’s cock and pulling it down and towards me. I gasped as I felt the tip graze my ultra-sensitive clitoris. I pushed him down farther. I was so unbelievably wet that he slipped easily through my lips, soaking his cock with my juices.
“Slip it in Anthony Jr., please slip it into your mother, Anthony Jr.,” I begged in an almost-whiny voice. I desperately needed relief.
“No,” Anthony Jr. said and I groaned loudly.
“Please fuck me!” I begged.
“Don’t call me ‘Anthony Jr.,’ it is a little boy’s name. Junior all the time. Junior like I am a mini version of dad. Like I am still a little kid,” he said ruefully. I stopped writhing on the bed for a moment. Looked at my son. Saw him in a different light.
“Yes,” I said, nodding. I wondered just how much my actions had made my son the way he was. I had made him a boy. What else had a done to keep him that way? “What do you want to be called?”
“I don’t know,” he said. A pause, “Just… Tony, for now, I guess,” he said.
“Fuck me Tony, please fuck me!” I begged. For some reason, calling him that name produced a little bit of pleasure all on its own. But it seemed to fire up Ant… Tony as well. I felt his hands grip more tightly on my knees. I pulled his cock in towards me and he did not resist. I felt the tip split my wet lips, and groaned as my out-of-practice body stretched to accommodate my son’s penis.
Neither of us was much in the mood for teasing now. Tony groaned as the first inch of his cock disappeared inside of my body. His hands slipped down my legs, finding their way to my hips. He grasped me firmly. At the same time, I pulled my legs around him. Wrapping him up and pulling him in. His cock disappeared quickly into my body, filling me up in half an instant. I gasped, but squeezed his body harder, pulling him more deeply inside of me. Tony’s balls slapped against my ass.
“Christ Tony,” I said, the name not even sounding strange anymore, “Right back where you belong!” Tony looked down and me and smiled. The way he was sort of towering over me… he looked so broad, somehow more muscled. Masculine, and adult. “Don’t stop.” I begged.
Tony pulled his hips back, and I relaxed my legs, letting his cock slip out of me a few inches. I squeezed him again, pulling my son’s cock back inside of my willing pussy. Out again. And then Tony was pulled on my hips. His fingers felt strong, firm, as he slipped my body down around his cock, using me like a toy. I let my legs spread again. Tony didn’t need me to tell him. He knew how to thrust into me.
My son was still on his knees as he thrust his cock in and out of me. I felt my body jumping with each shock of his hips pounding into me. My breasts jumped up and down lewdly on my chest. My nipples still ached, especially the one that had never found its way into my son’s mouth. My two hands rose up, grasping at my own breasts. I let my fingers sink into the flesh, kneading it.
“Play with your nipples too, please,” Tony said, watching me play with my breasts. I bit my lip and nodded, ready to comply instantly. I moved my thumb and forefingers to my nipples, twisting and pulling them even as I continued to put pressure on my breasts with the sides of my hands. Tony’s eyes glided over me, but he didn’t break his stride. He kept thrusting in perfect rhythm. Each pounding of his cock into my cunt pushing the tension in my muscles higher and higher.
“Oh God, Tony, it feels like your cock is pounding into my brain!” I groaned, as I pinched my nipples harder. He smiled and thrust harder.
“I still want to make you cum,” he said. Before I could respond, I felt one of my son’s hands move off of my hips. He moved his hand quickly, up towards my face. His index and middle finger, still smelling like my pussy, pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked them in. I tasted myself and the salty flavor of my son’s skin. A second later, my son’s fingers slipped back out of my mouth.
And, just as quickly, his hand was between my legs. I gasped as I realized what he had done. Even as one had was still grasped around my hip, pulling me back and forth onto his cock, my son had slipped the other hand against my clit. Just as he had earlier, her circled and stroked his finger gently around my clit, just the right amount of pressure. My head swam and my legs shook.
“Oh Tony, I’ve never been fucked like this before!” I moaned, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” I begged. Tony thrust harder. We were locked like that for several minutes. Or hours. I don’t know. I couldn’t keep track of anything. I just felt my son’s cock thrusting into me, his firm hand on my hips. Felt his fingers swirling around on my clit. Felt my cunt wrapping around him, squeezing him. The only relief I felt was my hands squeeze and pulling on my nipples as my son towered over me, fucking me.
The tension burst all at once, the way it always does. But oh God, it was so much more than it had ever been before. I felt my toes curl, I felt my muscles seize up. My hands clasped around my breasts and my eyes slammed shut. I low noise burbled up from the back of my throat.