Well, to say I exploded once more is an understatement. I gasped for breath as the sensation caught me out, and fuck it felt good.
“Ah fuck yes son, yes … right there.” I moaned, my eyes squeezing closed in pure pleasure.
“Fuck Mum … your … your legs are … quivering.” Said Ben suddenly, a sense of awe and amazement in his voice.
I opened my eyes, and my legs were indeed quivering, as Ben continued to rub my clit expertly. And then I swear, out of nowhere — my orgasm hit me. It wasn’t huge or all consuming by any means but I felt it rumble into me and I felt my whole body flush with the warmth as little shots of electricity seemed to zap around, up and down my arms and legs — across my back and yes, with a huge moan — I felt it in my tits.
I suppose it was the suddenness and unexpectedness of it all that really caught me out and I voiced my pleasure loudly once more.
“Holy fuck I’m coming son … ahhh rub … rub my clit … fuck yeah …” I wailed.
Not only did Ben continue to rub my clit, but he began a more purposeful and dynamic thrusting and his cock began to plough into me with an ease that astounded and excited me.
“Oh FUCK … SON … ohhhhh FUCKKKKK.” I wailed once more as my orgasm seemed to grow even as it unleashed itself across my body.
I felt my cunt gush and I felt the orgasm break across my whole body, waves of warm soft pleasurable feelings swept over me, wrapped me up in a huge comfort blanket and swathed me in amazingly satisfying and enjoyable sensations.
Still, throughout this my son continued to rock to and fro, moving his cock in and out of my dripping cunt with a power and force that belied his undoubted tiredness. We had been going at it for almost 40 minutes now, and notwithstanding the earlier efforts I honestly didn’t know how much stamina Ben had left. For my part, of course I would have been happy for him to carry on fucking me like that for the entire night. But life is not like that, and I knew he’d need to rest soon.
Ben eyes furrowed and I could tell he was concentrating, probably trying to control his own orgasm for as long as he could. Much as I wanted him to continue, I also knew he had a lecture that morning and he’d barely had a couple of hours of sleep.
I knew that I had to make him come, and soon as I tried to keep my own orgasm rolling long enough so that we could both come together. Yes, another cliché I know — but still true.
“Oh Fuck your Mum. Fuck your Mum, Ben.” I moaned.
I felt Ben immediately stiffen and so I continued, dropping my hand onto his and using my hand to guide him in how I wanted him to treat my clit.
“Fuck me Ben. I’m your dirty fucking slut now, I’m your fucktoy, your cocksleeve.” I wailed as my orgasm rebounded through me once more.
Ben gave a grunt and the said something that surprised me.
“Oh you really are a whoring slut aren’t you mum.” He groaned, then started to blush.
Now. Those of you who pay attention will realise that was the first time that my son had called me a whore. In truth, and in the heat of the moment it really didn’t bother me. I’d been called worse, and in all honesty — I quite liked it. But it was what Ben did next that frustrated me. He stopped fucking me, and blushed profusely.
“I’m … I’m sorry mum. I … I didn’t mean to call you a whore.” He lamented, his voice dripping with embarrassment and regret. (He later did admit to me that he meant to call me a ‘Horny slut’ but got his words mixed up.)
Well FUCK. I mean, come on — you guys will know. At that very moment, Ben could have called me any fucking dirty and disgusting name he could think of, and I would have still been pleading him to fuck me hard. The problem was that he didn’t know that. What is more, I needed him to know it and to continue fucking me — urgently, before we both lost the moment. There was only 1 way I could do that.
“Yes, I am YOUR dirty fucking whore.” I moaned in response.
“I’m a dirty fucking whoring slut that loves her son’s cock.” I continued.
I began to rock and lift my own hips to meet his thrusts, hoping that it would convey my desire to him. Ben resumed his thrusting and if anything, they seemed a little more frantic and lustful. We were going at it hammer and tongs now, and the bed was taking a pounding, let alone me. Neither of us were being particularly quiet and I do remember thinking whether the kid next door would be able to hear us. If they did, it could lead to some awkward questions which I guessed Ben could dismiss as ‘Role-playing’.
Nothing was going to detract from the pleasure and joy of that moment, and I really wished it would go on forever. But it was not surprising given the amount of physical effort that Ben was exerting that he would eventually start to ease up. A part of me lamented the slowing down, but I knew that Ben was just collecting himself for one final session of good hard thrusting and fucking.
Sure enough, Ben took a couple of deep breaths, as did I and I prepared myself for another good pounding, from my son. I felt Ben slide in and out of me, his cock as hard as ever and my cunt as slick as an oil rig. It wasn’t long before Ben was going straight into me, all the way and balls deep — with each thrust making me grunt as I felt the air being pushed out of my lungs.
Ben increased his cadence and force until my poor clit was being slammed and crushed with a delicious pain and pleasure that made me cream myself, while fireworks continued to explode in my brain. Ben began to completely withdraw his cock out of my cunt, letting my cunt hole close and then immediately push his cock back in to the hilt. This constant opening and closing of my cunt hole was driving me wild with desire and I wasn’t quiet about letting my son know how much I enjoyed it.
“Awwww fuckkkkk Ben, yes … oh shit, Son you’re fucking your mum so good.”
Ben grunted and increased his pace, his breath now rasping through his mouth and nose. I too, was having a difficulty breathing as the hard fucking took its effect on my body. I began to tremble once more, this time it was my entire body — not just my legs. I reached my hands down, and grabbed my tits in each hand — pulling and mauling them. I pinched my nipples, pulling and stretching them with my fingers and feeling the nerve endings as they sent blasts of electric straight to my head.
“Shit fuckkkkk I’m coming Ben … fuck me son, fuck me good make your Mum cum on your hard cock.” I wailed, as I began to shudder in orgasm and my mind began to swirl.
Ben was good to his word for giving me a good hard fuck. A huge grunt escaped his lips and I saw his eyes furrow in effort.
“Ah fuck Mum. Cumming too … ah yes fucking take it you slut … take your son’s fucking cum.” He moaned loudly.
At this point I was happy for Ben to cum anywhere he wanted to, though my own preference would have been for him to deposit his cum deep into me. But Ben had other ideas, and so withdrawing his cock he held it over me and began to stroke it firmly.
My heart leapt with excitement as I realised, I was going to feel my son spurting his cum over my tits and my face. I loved the thought, I always have. It all added to my feeling of being such a shameless slut and dirty cum bucket. It excited me then, and still does now — to think of myself as just a receptacle for my son’s cum. And somehow, knowing that I would let him do whatever he wanted to me, and that he could cum over any part of my body — that too sent shivers down my spine.
Ben yelled that he was cumming and then I felt the first spurt of cum land on my face. A huge string of cum trailed down from my forehead and over my eye onto my cheek. The second spurt landed on my mouth and chin, and I quickly scooped up as much as I could with my tongue. Unfortunately after that, Ben could only supply a drizzle of cum and so I gestured for him to bring his cock nearer.
I began to lick the last drops of cum off his cock while also using my fingers to scoop up the cum from my face and cheek, drizzling it over his cock then licking it all clean. My own orgasm had stalled somewhat, but not in a bad way. It rumbled on, and I felt the warm glow as it spread throughout my body. My nerves tingled and of course my mind was spinning with enjoyment and ecstasy. But there had not been that huge explosion of pure pleasure, and that was OK. This was a different sort of orgasm that I sometimes had, where the pleasure and warm feelings are overwhelming to the point of utter relaxation and satisfaction.
Ben collapsed on top of me, exhausted and just laughed.
“Fuck Mum. That was so good.”
In response, I cradled his head in my arms and mewed quietly as I enjoyed the feeling and took in the memory of the entire moment. We were both spent now, and our breathing was still ragged and shallow. But we laid there, Mother and son — bound together in our incestuous embrace, until I once more fell asleep.
When I next woke, the sun was just peeping in through the curtain and I saw from the clock it was 8:12 am. My head hurt like a thumping jackhammer but oh my cunt, my cunt bathed in it’s own delight as my clit continued to enjoy the last remnants of Ben’s tremendous fuck, and the orgasm that had ensued.
Beside me, Ben lay sleeping soundly — not surprising given the efforts of the night. I knew Ben had a lecture at 9am, but that was still an hour away and I wanted to wake Ben with a nice little surprise. Moving down between his legs I took his flaccid cock in my mouth and quickly, with a few flicks and licks of my tongue — his cock began to respond. Ben gave a low groan and flashed his eyes open.
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