“Thank you, Bran.” She blushed with pleasure and rolled her shoulders back in an attempt to get her sagging breasts to look perkier, then moved up, sliding him slowly out of her, then back down, grinding her pubis against his to stimulate her clit. She leaned forward and put her hands on his chest to make it easier to ride him. Her hair hung down around his face, her nipples brushing his torso as she moved him in and out in long smooth strokes. As she rode her son, his cock filling her up deliciously, she hoped the condom would keep him from orgasming too quickly as he did when she sucked him off.
Brandon lay on the bed in ecstasy as Ann rode his cock. He focused on the sensation of being inside of her, her juices running down the inside of his thighs, her nipples brushing his chest. He had his hands on her hips and thighs and could feel the sheen of glistening sweat that coated them. Her hair hung down around his head in a curtain that smelled of her shampoo. It trapped the odor their love making, the scent of her arousal getting stronger and stronger as she rode him. As he felt his orgasm building, he tried to hold off, thinking about other things. “Um, mom. I think you need to cum soon.”
Ann heard Brandon’s words and she stopped her movements. She lay on top of Bran and kissed him as she started to grind her clit against his pubic bone, concentrating to be sure to not move him in and out of her. She hoped this change would keep him from climaxing. Her tongue probed his as she moaned softly into his mouth, grinding and grinding, the sensation on her clit building and becoming intense. As she neared her climax she started to ride him again, hard and fast, the sounds of their slapping flesh intermingled with their moans and grunts filling the room. As the first wave of pleasure rolled through her, she panted in his ear, “Cum for me, Bran. Fill me up with your love, baby.”
As Ann started riding him again, Brandon felt pure pleasure coat his dick and he thrust up into her as her movements became rapid and insistent. His timing was off and it was awkward at first, but he found the rhythm, his arousal building. When his mother whispered in his ear to fill her up with his cum, he exploded inside of her, inside of the condom, grunting as he came. Ann shuddered and ground against him, then collapsed on top of him, her breasts mashed against his chest and slick with warm sweat. Her neck was sweaty as well when he kissed it, tasting the salt of her exertions. He had done it. He was a man now. He reached down and cupped her ass cheeks as they lay there. He could feel his fingers making indentations in the soft sweat-slick flesh of her buttocks. His mom felt hot and heavy on top of him, but he didn’t care. He lay there in his post-coital bliss, savoring the moment.
After a moment, Ann lifted her weight from Brandon and smiled at him. “How was it, honey?”
“I don’t if I can put it into words, mom. Amazing, right? But also, like — we experienced it together. We came together. It was so cool!”
“You were perfect, Bran.”
Ann slid down Brandon’s torso and pulled the condom off his half erect penis, examining the pearly fluid inside of it. Brandon, feeling he knew what she desired, and curious to see how she would act on it, spoke up.
“Go ahead, mom. I’d like to see it.”
Ann felt a little embarrassed that Brandon seemed know she wanted his cum in her mouth, but the allure of it, so close to her face, was too strong to deny. She turned the rubber upside down and squeezed the still warm contents onto his semi-erect cock, coating his dick with the thick emission and watching it as it dribbled down onto his pubes. As she moved her mouth down to him, she smelled the latex of the condom, but overriding it, much stronger, was the smell of semen. She sucked a small amount out of his pubic hair, swirling the salty stuff in her mouth, relishing the unique taste. She swallowed the small amount went back in for more, sucking his spent dick into her mouth, pulling the thick fluid off his soft flesh, sucking on it like a nipple.
“Mom, that’s too much. I’m really sensitive there right now.”
“I’ll be careful, Bran, but I bet a young stud like you will be ready to go again in no time.” Her voice was thick with his ejaculate, sounding like it coated her vocal cords. She cleaned his cock, more gently now, moaning softly at the eroticism of the act. She felt him start to harden in her mouth and smiled to herself as she coaxed him into full erectness. She had never had a cock grow in her mouth before, as every blowjob she had ever performed in her life started with a very hard dick. She found she adored the sensation of it growing, filling her mouth slowly.
Ann reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled another condom out, handing it to Bran.
“Now we can do it in any position you want to, Bran. Your choice to try something totally new, honey.”
Bran took the rubber, tearing the package open as he considered her offer. He thought about his fantasy in the bathtub of having anal sex with his mom. There was no way he was going to mention that though, right? He bit his tongue just as he was about to suggest a position and then decided to go for the anal sex instead. Nothing ventured and all that, right?
“Um, we could try anal, mom. We wouldn’t even have to use a rubber, right?”
“Brandon Alexander!” Ann’s shocked words were loud in the room. “What in the world has gotten into you? You are not going to stick your penis in my butt!” As her words came out automatically, Ann realized she should soften their impact as she didn’t want to crush his ego. She was almost pleased that he spoke up for himself to suggest something that he had to know would cause a confrontation of some sort. She smiled a little playfully at him as she spoke again. “Well, maybe for your birthday. We’ll have to see.” She winked at him and spoke again, “So what position would you like to try now?”
Brandon felt mortified when his mother used his first and middle names, a sure sign she was pissed at him. When she mentioned his birthday, he perked back up, excited and eager, but also a little disappointed he didn’t turn 19 for another 6 months. “Could we try doggy style?”
“We can hon, but let’s call it ‘all fours’, okay?”
“Let’s do it all fours style then, mom.”
Ann turned around and got on her hands and knees, presenting herself to her son, feeling a little unconfident with the size of her ass and wondering if he was looking to see if her belly hung down.