Tyler didn’t need my encouragement no more. With my smaller body wrapped tightly around his, my son was totally in control. I could feel his hips rumbling against me. I could feel my son’s cock slipping in and out of me wildly. Tyler didn’t have much rhythm, but he made up for that in his excitement. I could feel his balls slapping hard and full against my asshole as he rocked against me.
As incredible as that feeling was, it wasn’t everything. Just feeling of the weight of my son’s body against me, the writhing of his muscles and the slickness of his sweat was amazing. My arms and legs squeezed around him, feeling the blood coursing through his veins. I was trembling all over and moaning constantly. I felt like I was being taken over by something. I don’t know. There was this energy in the room that I couldn’t explain. Tyler could feel it too.
While still moving his hard cock in and out of my sopping pussy, Tyler bent his body as best he could and turned his head towards mine. I had heard him grunting and felt his muscles tensing. But I saw in his face as he turned, how excited he was by what was happening. He smiled as I looked at him.
“Oh god mama, I love you!” he groaned. I felt a shiver run down my spine just realizing my boy had said that while his cock was slamming into my pussy. It made me wonder, just for a second, if maybe this was so good because he was my boy, not in spite of that.
“I love you too Tyler,” I said and my mouth opened. I don’t even know if I had thought about kissing him, but all of the sudden my lips were against his and my tongue was pouring into my son’s mouth. He seemed a little surprised, but didn’t stop fucking me. After a minute, he recognized what I was doing and I felt his tongue meet mine. I pulled his tongue into my mouth, getting more and more of my son back into my body.
We couldn’t keep up that pace for very long. Tyler’d already been so close before, when I was sucking his cock. He didn’t have much experience and he was giving it everything he had. I was close too, for reasons I didn’t fully understand. Tyler’d barely touched my clit, usually the only way I ever got off. And while Tyler was giving me everything that he had, it was pretty clear he didn’t have any experience. But still, I found my breath coming out in ragged moans and my legs were trembling around my son’s body. I could feel it building.
Suddenly, Tyler broke our kiss and I felt him arch his back against me, “Oh shit, mama!” he groaned. And I felt his cock sort of swell up inside of my body. I could feel it pressing against the inside of my pussy, especially against the bottom. And then I felt it. The wet warmth of my son’s sticky cum as the first hot spurts of it poured into my desperate pussy. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned loudly. Each droplet of my boy’s beautiful sperm felt like it was made of electricity. It coated my insides, making everything feel like it was melting.
And then, I realized what was happening. I understood what the sort of strange feeling that seemed to be coating me completely, what had pushed me right to the edge of cumming. I could feel my son all around me. No just his body, lying there sexy on top of me. But I could feel… I don’t know… his life force. The spark that made him alive and a person. It was there all around me. He was so close to the edge of something so… terrible, he just could hold it inside of him. He’d missed out on so much life… he was putting all of it into this moment. He was making his life worth it with this one perfect moment with me. He put his life force into it. And now that force was pumping, spurt after spurt, into my willing pussy.
That, finally, pushed me over the edge. I heard my voice crackling and I know I said my son’s name. I breathed it into his ear. And then I left my son’s life force flow over me. It grew out from my pussy in waves. Coating me down to my feet and then up to the top of my head. I could feel Tyler, his body on top of me and his soul coursing through me and my mind went completely blank. I didn’t know it was possible to feel that way.
Sometime later, I don’t know how long, I felt my mind come back to me. I was still lying on the floor, panting. Every inch of my skin was tingling and I felt so good… like I could run a marathon or take a nap or both at the same time… I don’t know. But Tyler was no longer on top of me and I felt it, felt lonely and naked without him. I turned my head to the side and saw him lying on the floor next to me. He was panting too, a layer of sweat making his body shine as he recovered. I smiled at my boy.
I was more than a little surprised to find that I wasn’t angry at myself. Now that the moment had passed, I wasn’t ashamed of what I did. I didn’t think it was disgusting or wrong. Not like I sometimes had in the past when I had sex with someone I shouldn’t have (strangers at bars, mostly). Instead, I was just sort of soaking in the afterglow of cumming. In fact, I wanted something more.
I could feel my son’s cum dripping out of my pussy. Based on how hard it had spurted out of his body into me and how heavy his balls had felt, I knew that there had been a lot. I hadn’t been able to hold it all. I reached my hand down between my legs, letting my fingers slide up through my lips. I could feel my sons’ cum collecting on my fingers. I moved the pearly liquid up to my lips, I could smell the familiar smell of it. It tingled on my fingers. I opened my mouth and quickly shoveled my fingers inside. I let it play over my tongue for a while, enjoying the flavor before I swallowed it down. I hadn’t even realized what I was doing until I had. I didn’t even really know why I’d done it. My son’s cum tasted salty and sticky. But there was more to the flavor. That same tingling feeling I’d had before. I felt it coating my mouth, thick and heavy. I groaned again. There was my son, I could taste his energy.
I sat up then, suddenly reenergized. I wasn’t panting anymore. I realized that I wasn’t done paying my debt until Tyler decided I was done. I turned and looked at him. He had been looking at me, his eyes moving over my body, “how does it feel not to be a virgin anymore?” I asked. Tyler laughed nervously and shrugged.
“Wonderful,” he said. I looked up on the clock on the wall.
“We still have a little bit of time,” I said, reaching over and putting my hand on Tyler’s still-hard cock, “Is there anything else mama can give you before I have to leave?”