He backed out, then slid forward again. I pressed my hands into the bed and pushed my ass back hard against him as I felt the tip of his cock press against my opening again. He pressed himself harder and harder against me, this time I wasn’t giving up. I felt the muscles give way, then felt the tip of his cock penetrate me. I let out a low moan as I felt my orgasm reaching its peak.
I started desperately hoping his cock would tear that silly diaphragm apart, rip right through it and unload its potent cargo deep inside of me. I was just about to tell him to stop and rip it out of me, when I felt it.
I felt his cock pulse and his legs shake against mine. His hand was gripping my hip tight and I think he was trying to pull me tighter into him.
“Ooohhhh My God! Yes, I’m Cumming Son. I feel it. Cum for me, Don’t let me go!!!” I said as I felt my orgasm hit me from my toes all the way to my head. “You feel fantastic. Don’t stop. Give it all to me!” I said as I closed my eyes and felt each jet bathe my pussy with his semen.
“Why did I put that stupid diaphragm in,” I thought to myself as I started coming down from my orgasm.
I heard his breathing starting to slow down and I felt him pull my upper body up against his. He whispered in my ear as he brought me close to him and held me tight.
“That was fantastic, Mom,” He said.
“Yes, it was. Do you feel better?” I asked.
“Very much so. You were driving me crazy last night, and when your door was locked this morning, I thought something was wrong.”
“No, I just wanted to surprise you is all and I wasn’t quite ready for you when you knocked. I hope I can drive you crazy some more today.” I said as I wiggled my ass against him.
“You always do.” He said.
“Good, now I need to go to the bathroom,” I said as I pulled away and got out of bed.
His eyes were huge when I turned around and he was staring at me and my outfit. “Do you like this?” I asked.
“Oohh yeah, you look fantastic.”
“Good, don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”
“Please don’t change mom. I want you to come back to bed just like that.” He pleaded.
“I won’t just gotta go fix something,” I said.
I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had that freshly fucked glow about me as I ran my fingers through my hair. I could feel his semen beginning to leak out of my pussy and run down my leg. I lifter the lid on the toilet and sat down.
I could feel every bit of his semen leaking out of me and into the toilet below me. It usually took a while for his semen to come out without the diaphragm, I thought. It must still be intact I figured as I sat there thinking about how good he felt. I couldn’t help but feel something missing. It was like I was empty inside. Even the orgasm was missing something.
I wiped myself clean, then used a wet wipe and cleaned myself even more. As I brushed the cool damp towel across my clit, I felt a jolt run through me. I was getting more turned on than I had been earlier and all the butterflies were gone from before.
I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I reached down and unsnapped the garters one by one. Once they were all undone, I slipped off the tiny panties and placed them in the hamper. I would have to wash them or hide them before my husband got home.
I reattached the garter straps to my stockings, then turned and looked at myself in the mirror. I could still see a glow around my face, but my cheeks were no longer flush and embarrassed. I turned and placed my leg on the toilet seat, slipped my fingers into my vagina and felt around until I found the band.
I looked at the person in the mirror. All rational thought was gone, and all I saw looking back was a woman in love… or lust, I couldn’t tell at this point in time. I ran my finger all the way around the edge, feeling the tight seal it had created around my slightly abused opening. I then ran my finger over the band and felt the thin material completely intact, keeping me safe.
It would have looked strange to see me with my leg propped up on the toilet and my fingers buried deep inside my pussy, “I’m glad no one can see me right now,” I thought as I traced every inch of the band inside of me.
The more I did this, the more I started turning myself on. The ever so slight rational me was saying, “I’m so glad it is still intact,” but the naughty side of me was screaming, “Damn, and we tried so hard to tear through it.”
I kept doing this as the battle waged on inside my head. “If I just pierce it a little, no one would know, but I can’t do that. It’s just not right.” I kept saying. I felt my fingers pass over the band and touch my bare skin inside of me.
“One little mistake and this thing would pop right off and break the seal. There are still millions of potent swimmers still inside of me, just waiting to move on. No, I can’t do that,” I started rationalizing as I continued rubbing the outside of the band until I felt something give.
I had been playing with this thing inside of me for the last few minutes. I was trying to think rationally and avoid making a mistake that would cost me dearly, but something inside of me was egging me on. Pushing me to my limits. Feeling his cock deep inside of me, spreading my cervix open and forcing the tip of his cock and the thin material of the diaphragm inside of me and knowing what he was trying to do was driving me crazy. I so wanted to please him to the fullest extent and give him what he wanted, but I also didn’t want to do something we would both regret.
Now it was too late. I felt the band lift up and dislodge the diaphragm ever so slightly. I knew the gap that had been created, even for a millisecond, was dangerous and I was losing control. I needed to stop playing with fire and just go back to bed and make love to my son, but I just couldn’t stop. Something else was pushing me to tempt fate even more.
I continued rubbing my finger around the band, trying to feel the gap that had been created. When I didn’t feel one, I just kept rubbing the edge of it some more, until I felt it give way to too much pressure again. I let go and felt it shift back into place. “That’s twice,” I thought. “I wonder how many swimmers were released behind the latex material,” I started thinking.
“If it happens one more time,” I started rationalizing, “then there is no point in keeping it in,” I thought. “Too many of his virile little guys will be trapped behind the latex. I’m sure I will get pregnant anyways.” I thought.
Just as I said that, my finger slipped and I felt the band lift up and completely uncover my cervix. I tried desperately to get it back in place, but my fingers kept fumbling with it until I felt the band lodged between both of my fingers. I looked up at the woman in the mirror, and instead of a frightened face staring back at me, there was a huge smile across my face.