“Honey... Your father is gone! Mommy wants to play! You promised her you’d take care of her more often...” I sing-song reminded him.
Ever since he and I started fucking, I’ve turned into a ravenous whore, and I delight in having my son use me as such. Only, he’s got such a guilty conscience, he feels bad about it... until his enormous cock cums down my throat, while I swallow it all. Then, he makes promises to satisfy me. Most of the time, I let it slide, but right now, I am MELTING. I NEED his cock in me.
“Please, honey. Don’t you think your mom’s pretty?” I swung my tits back and forth for him, and I could see his face - and his cock- stand to attention. I could see him try to resist, but I knew I’d won when he stood up. He walked up close to me, until my chest pressed against his, and I was balancing precariously over the pool.
“You’re such a slut.” He whispered, right before he pushed me in. I gasped in shock, ready to scream at him, until I saw him slowly and confidently step toward me, like a movie character. The anticipation made me freeze, and I quivered when he scooped me in his arms, and placed a huge, passionate kiss on me.
“I know, honey.” I said, between breaths. “But I’m yours.” With that, he smiled, and pulled off my bikini. I reached down to feel his dick, and it was harder than iron, and I almost came, then and there. I knew I was about to be ravaged, and I couldn’t wait.