The Available Mom Ch 13

Chapter 13

"Gah!" Alex grunted as he straddled my stomach. One of his hands gripped my right breast, his other worked furiously on his erection.

I lay on my back, looking up at my son with pure love and pride. After our day together he slept in the bed with me, our naked bodies pressed together in an exhausted slumber. But he had woken up with that inevitable morning wood, he had rubbed himself against me and kissed my neck and then my tits. Soon he was on top of me as I pressed my breasts together for him to fuck.

"I love your tits, Mom. I love fucking your tits," he grunted with intense fixation on my chest.

That tit fucking had progressed to his groping me and stroking himself, his young eyes fixated on my right breast. He was not looking for my approval or my usual encouragement, instead he was looking at my tits and body with unbridled and unrestrained lust. I felt his raw need as he gripped my tit hard, pressing my nipple close to the head of his swollen dickhead.

I was so proud of him. He looked so handsome, strong and confident. Straddling me, his head to his chest, his one arm flexed as he gripped me and his other arm working himself in practiced jerking off motion. This is something I needed first thing in the morning. "Yes, Alex," I said to him in a maternal-laced moan. "Use Mommy's titties, baby. Fucking use me. You look so strong. Use Mommy's titties."

He clutched my breast tighter, almost in a fist and my nipple protruded between the circle of his forefinger and his thumb. His hips started to buck as he continued to beat off as fast as he could. Precum ran out the tip in several thick drips and he groaned again as his cock began rubbing against my hard, swollen nipple.

I watched his dickhead rubbing my nipple as he furiously beat his cock. I felt the warm head and its precum against me like a wet kiss. Seeing my son's cock being pressed over my nipple like this was extremely arousing. My eyes went back to Alex's face.

He looked at my chest with an insatiable hunger. His mouth partially open and his eyes fixed on my nipple being rubbed with his erection. "I love your tits. Mommy, I need your tits. I need to fuck your tits. I need to fuck your tits," he said in a barely audible whisper.

He was my little boy, I was so proud of him. I needed what he was doing as much as he needed to do it. I needed to cum to me, in me and all over me. I gripped my left tit and held it as I gazed up at my youngest son. "Yes, honey," I encouraged him. "Cum all over Mommy. Cum on me. Cum all over my tits. Yes baby. C--"

"Oh fuck!" he moaned as stroked a thick rope out of his cock and then another and then another. He pumped his dick in a steady, furious motion, pumping spurt after spurt his precious cum.

It laced over my right tit and nipple. More shot onto my chest, then my chin and into my hair in a warm, viscous glaze.

"Yes, Alex. Yes honey," I cooed to him as he shot his load all over my top half. It was so beautiful to watch him do this and I felt so close to him as he looked my body over as his object of cum-covered lust.

He grunted again as he worked his cock hard, straining to work out just another spurt. "Fuck. Oh fuck. I need to cum all over you, Mom," he groaned. His body shook and let out a strained sigh as more shot out onto me in a warm splatter on my tit and then chin. He slowed down then rubbed the tip of his dick against me as if to wipe whatever drops remained onto my skin.

"I love you, Mommy," he said to me when he was finished.

"I love you too, baby," I replied.

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"Hey hon," I said to Mike over the phone. I had it on speaker, resting on the bathroom counter as I brushed my teeth. "Our morning call feels like a routine now." Alex had gone to the other bathroom to shower and then he had to rush to work. I stood in front of the mirror just wearing shorts and my son's cum all over my top half. I didn't want to shower. I felt too pretty.

"Good morning!" Mike said. "I tried calling once last night, but I figured you went to bed early."

"Yep," I lied. "What did you do last night?"

"Worked late," he said. "I had to work on some last minute figures for the big meeting today."

I didn't remember him mentioning this meeting. Usually I knew Mike's schedule better than he did. But I had been preoccupied these last few days. I finished brushing my teeth and then just smiled at the mirror. I had several marks on my breasts from Alex's mouth from yesterday, as well as his grip this morning. They were glazed over with his partially dried and dripping cum. I clutched them both and gave them a little lift and kept smiling. I really loved that he came all over me. I felt so close to him. "Do you feel ready for your meeting?" I asked Mike.

"Yep, it is going to be great," he said. "What are you going to do today?"

I went to the closet and pulled out my outfit for the day: a barely there thong, some short green shorts, a white tight spaghetti string tank top and a white beautiful bra from the other day at the store. "I am going to see Tristan today," I said looking over the outfit. "We are doing Mommy/Son dates again. This week kind of inspired that to start up again."

"Oh that's great," Mike said. "I bet the boys love that."

He was mildly sarcastic in his tone, implying the boys were too old to enjoy a day with their mom.

"I think we will have a great time," I replied as I took a long look at my chest, chin and hair covered in gobs of Alex's cum. I couldn't resist and took a picture. "We have been inspired to try new things together I think." I leaned forward on the counter and looked into the mirror, I didn't realize how much of his load had gotten in my hair. Obviously I had been cum on before by Mike, but usually on accident and just on my hands or legs or something. The intentionality of it being all over my chest and on me like this was something new. It was like the culmination of my son's jerking off to me and now it was on me. There was something very carnal and deep about it. I really, really liked it.

"Well that's good," Mike said. "You are so good at engaging them where they are at. I need to be better about that."

I clutched my cum-covered tits again and looked in the mirror. "Well there is a reason there are two parents. The boys can relate to us in different ways," I said. I wondered what having more than one load would look like on me. I thought about some of the new lingerie I had bought and realized that some of the pieces would look phenomenal covered in cum. There was something about the elegance and the messiness that was extremely sexy.

"That is true," Mike replied. "You are wise, as always."

I took out the lingerie that I had picked out for Tristan. It was a black teddy with snaps along the side and some loops on the back. It covered more of my tits and held them in place. Great to wear under something, but it was too hot for that. Besides, I knew Tristan would love the loops and snaps. The thong that went with it was very small, with a stronger, rounder string, almost like a bikini strap. It was great for pulling on.

"So tell me more about this meeting," I said. "Anything specific about it that I should know?"

Mike and I chatted for a few minutes but I cut it short as I had to rinse off in the shower, then get ready for my day with Tirstan. I decided to have my hair up again, and I loved how my bra strap matched the top so perfectly. I felt very cute. I took a breath and frowned as a thought came to me: Mike felt increasingly distant during the call and each morning call. They felt mostly like a business meeting or some sort of huddle. He asked me again about the lingerie that he wanted, but the truth was, I had forgotten about it. A new thought hit me:

Was I having an affair with my sons?

I had never thought about it like that and in my mind it didn't feel that way. I had always loved my boys deeply and what we were doing felt like the right thing. But what about Mike? I know I did love him still. I cared about him and what he wanted. But I was realizing more and more that he didn't care about what I wanted. He stopped asking me that a long time ago. His assumption that he already knew what I wanted was what was pushing me away. Maybe I was justifying everything.

It didn't feel like it.

As I put on some make up, I thought about Tristan and our plans for the day. It was very simple. I was going to meet him after class and we were going to see a movie and then have dinner afterward. Tristan was easy in many ways. He didn't require nearly as much as the other boys did, we just always seemed to be on the same wavelength. When we texted about the date, our plans were set in seconds.

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I pulled into the parking spot of the community college, checked my make up and hair in the rearview mirror and then got out. Normally meeting my son at a college would have intimidated me, but there were as many students here that were my age as his, so I didn't feel like I would stand out as a mom going to pick up her son from school. I texted Tristan that I was here a bit early and then made my way onto the campus toward the quad where the picnic tables were set up.

I found a table in the sun and sat down to people watch for a bit before Tristan found me. I was wearing my cute outfit and sunglasses and I liked to think people couldn't see my eyes so they wouldn't know if I was watching them.

As I watched the students come and go my mind drifted to my husband and I hoped his presentation or meeting or whatever it was went ok. He struggled when things didn't go exactly as he wanted and I could tell from our conversation this morning that it meant a lot to him. I wondered how he would react if he knew what was happening with the boys. Would he feel betrayed? Was this cheating? I thought of all the times I held the boys hands over the years or having them in bed with me or any number of things that would have been wildly inappropriate if they weren't family. But because they were my sons, Mike never thought about it.

Yes of course things had become more intimate and sexual, but the principle remained. Didn't it? My heart told me it was the same and I wasn't trying to justify anything.

I looked around the quad and I saw a young woman that was obviously pregnant. Probably six months if I had to guess. I remembered those days and that age. All the uncertainty of what was happening. All the hope of a new life entering the family and at the same time wondering if I could be a mother and a student or pursue a career at the same time. There was so much pressure. Women feel so much pressure these days.

Another feeling washed through me. It was a cold pit in my stomach as I started to think about and actually count the sexual activity of the past few days. I knew that my libido was almost out of control at this point and I had giving up trying to fight it back when I start fucking myself three, four or even five times a day. On top of that, I had an absolute insatiable desire for semen. That was one reason fucking myself was so unsatisfying. The orgasm would happen, but not connection and the feeling never quite met the need. Now that my sons were having orgasms with me, on me (like this morning) and more importantly in me, I was realizing how truly I desired their full release. Everytime I thought about one (or more of them) pumping it into me or on me, I felt myself getting excited. It truly was the culmination of the acts we were engaged in and as much as I loved all of it, we were playing with fire. I honestly wasn't sure how many loads my sons had fucked into my pussy.

I doubted that they had gotten me pregnant, but it wasn't impossible and if we continued as we were, it was only a matter of time. We needed to talk about it and, more importantly, I had to decide if that was something I wanted. As I watched the pregnant woman, I realized that I did not want to be shocked if it happened and act like I never thought about it. I had too much life experience to use that as an excuse. I also didn't want to burden my sons with the sudden surprise. We all needed to understand what could happen.

There was so much on the line with this: my marriage (of course) and my relationships with all my sons. At this point, if it did happen, it would be impossible to know who the father was and maybe that was best. My simple conversation with Alex about it told me that he was naive about the whole situation, but at the same time he loved the connection we had now. My mind went quickly to this morning and how he came all over me. It was so sweet and pure and I felt so beautiful during and after the fact. We could still do those things and not get pregnant.

Perhaps I needed to look into birth control. The pure idiocy of the day was to blame my sons if I got pregnant. I was a grown woman and moreover I was their mother. I needed to take my share of responsibility. I resolved to talk it over with each of them and in the meantime to be careful until I knew what I wanted and what they wanted. That was the reasonable thing to do. My hormones were different, maybe a pill would be the easiest option. I made a note of that.

I kept watching the woman. I did miss being pregnant. My mind wandered to my sons fucking me and the added realization that if we did decide that pregnancy was something we were open to or even wanting, how much more intimate would our relationship become. I crossed my legs as I thought about them engaging with me one after another as if they wanted to breed their mother.

"Breed," I said the word very quietly to myself. I am not sure where or why my mind went there specifically but it turned me on. I know part of it was the taboo nature of the whole thing and the other part was how I really did desire their cum. If I was honest, it was way past desire at this point, I loved what Alex did this morning more than I realized. I had already looked at the pictures I had taken of his cum all over my tits several times today. Every mom needed her son's cum all over her tits. I was convinced of that. I thought about my sons entering me, one after the other, using my pussy as a f--. "Stop," I said to myself.

I took a deep breath as my sex drive was already taking me over again. If this was about cum and not growing the family then I needed to calm down and take responsible steps.

"Slow down, Sarah," I said as I recrossed my legs and took several deep breaths. "Slow down."

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"How was class?" I asked Tristan from the passenger seat of the car.

He liked to drive me places and I loved it. He had this whole chivalry thing that was very sweet and wonderful.

"Class was fine, but as I was walking out one of my friends told me something that has been kind of tough," he said as he drove.

"What happened?" I asked with concern.

"I guess Erika has already gone on a date with another guy," he said. "Probably more than one date. Makes me wonder if she was kind of seeing someone when we broke up or if she just jumped into something the day our thing ended."

I frowned. "I'm sorry, honey," I said.

"How does that happen, Mom?" he asked. "I mean we were together for a while. How can she just jump into the next relationship a day later?"

He told me more about the situation as we drove and I listened carefully.

"I am going to share with you a female secret, son," I said to him as I reached over and touched the back of his neck in affection.

He leaned a little toward me. "I have dated a lot of girls, Mom," he said. "I am not sure how much there is I don't know."

I laughed. "Well, hear me out," I replied. "This one is a secret because I am not convinced most women know this openly and certainly they don't admit it."

"Ok," he said. "Is this going to make me feel better."

"No," I said evenly. "But you are not a child. I'm your mom, so I am just going to tell you what I know. I have a few more years on me than the girls you have dated."

He smiled and said, "Mom, you are perfect to me."

"You are saying that so I will buy your movie ticket," I said with a laugh.

"Well, this isn't my first date," he said with joking confidence. "I am trying to lay down some ground work in hopes of getting lucky later."

I laughed and replied, "Sweetie, I guarantee you that I was already planning on sucking and fucking for the majority of the night. In fact, if anything, I want you to start thinking about anything you want to do with me or--to me tonight. I absolutely love you and want you and you need to do no ground work for that."

He swallowed and took a deep breath. "I will do that," he said with a smile. "So what is this big secret about women?"

"Most women get lost in their heads and emotions," I said.

He smirked. "Uh yeah I know."

"What I mean is that we think a lot, imagine, drift and dream about scenarios. We feel a lot of things at the same time and, as it can happen, about a lot of different people. Most women I know have legitimate feelings towards characters in books, or movie stars and most women have very subconscious feelings about other people. It is a kind of emotional cheating and I have never met a woman that doesn't do it at some level. I am guessing that Erika was trapped in some thoughts and imaginings that had nothing to do with you. Just naturally wandering and then as you guys started to move on, she let herself go there more and more. So in her mind, it wasn't sudden. Most women will not look at it like this, but I think that is what it is. In some ways I think it is similar to a guy looking at porn. You don't think you are cheating, but deep down, if the stars aligned and that porn actress was available and wanting you, it wouldn't take much for you to say yes to her."

He nodded. "But obviously that would be cheating if I did that and I honestly wouldn't do it. I am not wired that way."

"I know honey. That was an example, the secret is that most women have many of these feelings all the time. I think way more than men do. So her moving on, it isn't surprising. That's all I am saying," I said. I took his hand and said, "But it has nothing to do with you. She isn't thinking about it like that. So you shouldn't either."

He nodded. "It still hurts," he said.

"I know, baby," I replied. "I know."

"Do you do it?" Tristan asked me.

"Emotional cheating?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied.

"I have been wondering about that all day to be honest," I said. I squeezed his hand. "Like, what we are doing, right now, are we cheating on your father?"

He didn't say anything.

"I think, at some level, I have always loved you the same way that I love you now, Tristan. My connection with you, you are my son, has nothing to do with your dad or even how I feel about him," I said.

"Do you believe that?" he asked.

"I want to," I said. "But I know your father would not be ok with what we are doing. At least not if he just walked in on it or something."

"All I can say is that, whatever it is that we are doing, it is something that we have always done emotionally. Mom, I have always been in love with you," he said. "I have always loved you like this. Seeing you like this, doing what we have done in the last few days, is everything that I have hoped for."

I smiled at him and I felt tears forming in my eyes.

"Of course there is a lust component in this for me. In full transparency, Mom, I have jerked off to you more times than I can count," he laughed and added. "You have no idea."

I smiled and giggled. "Really?" I asked in disbelief.

"Do you remember when we first got the pool? You had that blue swimsuit with the dots on the top?" he asked.

I laughed, "Yes. That was after I had been working out a lot more. My first foray into a two piece swimsuit after having you guys."

"I used to hang out in the upstairs bathroom. Before we remodeled, remember that one? The window looked right down over the pool. I would go up there when you were laying out and jerk off looking at you. Seriously, I would be up there for like half the day. Probably went through a bottle of lotion a week. Then when I got my phone and we took all those pictures just being silly. Any picture with cleavage or your bra was visible or your butt or legs. You have no idea how many nights I stayed up jerking off to you," he said with a smile. He glanced over to me and added,"To me, you are the total package. You are so great and your body is gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. Jerking off to you was just a way I could love you, I guess."

I looked at my son. Tears ran down my cheeks.

"But, like, doing that wasn't like looking at porn. You aren't some nameless digital image or something. Mom, you are--you. I love you and I think I have always been in love with you. So, for me it is like all the lust and love and everything all mixed together. Even thinking about Erika today. Yeah, it hurts, but it literally has nothing to do with how I feel about you. So, in my mind, I don't think any of this is cheating. This is just us loving one another the way that we do."

It was quiet for a minute. I didn't know what to say. My heart swelled. Of course I knew that Tristan loved me, he had confessed this to me in sex and of course he always told me over the years. But hearing it like this from him did something to me.

"I understand if hearing your son talking about jerking off to you isn't actually what you might think of as love. But for me--" he began to say.

"Go park over there in the back corner of the lot. It's dark," I said, cutting him off.

He looked at me with surprise.

"We have twenty minutes before the movie and I am not going to be able to keep my hands off you if we go into that theater," I said to him firmly.

He nodded and drove to the back corner of the lot.

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Tristan's hands were on my ass as I rode him quickly. The front seat was pushed all the way back and I was on top of him. My shorts and thong were tossed into the passenger seat as we kissed frantically. I had planned to go down on him until he blew in my mouth, but one thing led to another and now I was straddling my son.

I loved the way my ass felt in his hands. He clutched my cheeks hard and deliberately and there was something in his grip that made me feel so wanted. He held my ass and used it to guide me on his erection and I did all I could to stay with him.

"I love you, Mom," he said to me as I moved my hips in a circle while I slid up and down on his cock. Our bodies came together with a soft slap as my pussy devoured his dick again and again.

I kissed him softly, put my arms around him and started to ride him harder.

The soft slapping sound of our bodies urging us both closer to a climax.

In the back of my mind I still planned to suck him to an orgasm, but now that he was inside me like this I couldn't stop. I looked into his eyes and said, "Did you imagine me like this when you were jerking off all those times? Did you imagine your mom clenching you with her pussy and riding you hard?"

He nodded. "So many times I would lay back and stroke, thinking about you like this."

His words drove me wild and I pushed down on him harder and harder. My caution was gone, overwhelmed by love for my son and the sensation of riding his dick re-enacting one of his jerk off fantasies. Every mom wants to be her son's fantasy and every mom wants to give him the real thing.

He gripped my ass tighter and moved me more urgently.

It felt so fucking good. "Keep going, baby. Cum in me. Cum in Mommy. Feed Mommy's pussy your fucking load. Yes, honey. That's it. Fuck--"

Tristan squeezed my ass, groaned and his cock erupted.

I immediately felt the thick warmth of his release spewing into me. I bounced on him hard and then I started to climax as I looked into his eyes.

"Ah! I can feel you. I feel you cumming in me. Fuck! I need it," I groaned as my orgasm washed through me.

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We made it about halfway through the movie before our hands were sliding into waistbands and working at zippers. The next thing we both knew we were back in the car driving home. My head was in his lap, mouth working his cock again with desperate hunger. He drove with one hand on the steering wheel and the other in my hair as I bobbed up and down on his dick.

In the back of my mind, knowledge of all those times he came without me made me not want him to have to do it again alone. Every kiss, every moan and suck was a greater portion of Tristan's connection to me and I needed all of it. I was the woman of his fantasies and I was going to do everything I can to show him he didn't fantasize hard enough. His mom was insatiable for him and I would never say no, only more.

We arrived home and made out in the garage for a few seconds before I finally pulled away. His cock was swollen and dripping with my spit and bits of his precum. I wanted that image to be the picture that popped up on my phone every time Tristan called me. It was so gorgeous.

I took a deep breath and we got out of the car then went inside. We kissed and then before we were even through the kitchen, Tristian's hand was down my shorts and he was fingering me. I gripped his wrist and helped him find a rhythm, my eyes on his.

"Ah!" I yelped as I had a small climax a few seconds after he was fingering me. I bucked my hips on his hand, and he pressed his face into the nape of my neck. I looked at a wedding picture of Mike and I on the wall as I came on my son's hand. I felt like Mike was watching me being loved by Tristan.

We kissed again and then I led him further into the house. My head was spinning from desire and my body felt like it was on fire. Everywhere I looked, I saw family pictures or pictures of Mike and I over the years. This reinforced the many emotions of Mike watching and also being surrounded by the love of my sons. Before I was able to think anymore about any of this, Tristan's hand kept going to my ass as I walked. His hand belonged there. Every time one of my sons touched my ass it made me feel warm, sexy and needed.

We got to the top of the stairs and I could see Alex wasn't home yet. Tristan pulled me close to him and kissed my neck, his hands on my ass again and the bulge of his caged cock pressing my hip. I looked at the hallway pictures of our family and groaned in pleasure. Mommy needed this so much. I pushed away and led Tristian into the bedroom then closed the door.

He wanted to kiss me, but I pushed him away with a tease. I made him sit on the bed as I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I quickly took my clothes off and slipped into a black string thong and a matching black teddy. I adjusted and tightened the small straps and loops all over and I knew Tristan would love it. They looked like "fuck handles" for lack of a better term.

"Perfect," I muttered as I messed with my hair and then took another deep breath.

I opened one of the bathroom drawers and found the box of condoms I was looking for. I had purchased them the other day when I was thinking clearly and this was the first time it had occurred to me to use them. I frowned as I looked at them. Having sex with a condom felt like a rubber glove and I absolutely hated it. I didn't want to imagine any separation from my son's cock.

"Fuck," I sighed as I set the box back on the counter. "Later," I muttered.

I resolved to just have him pull out and cum like the college kids did. This outfit was made to have my son's cum all over it, I was made to have my son's cum all over me for that matter.

I left the condoms on the counter and went back to the bedroom where my son was waiting.

The look on his face was worth all the money I had spent on the outfit. I looked at him and said, "I don't want you to have to fantasize about me anymore, Tristan. Mommy wants to do everything you imagine."

He swallowed hard and then stood up, yanked me to him and kissed me. We frantically kissed, my hand went to his erection and his went all over my body, tugging and pulling at the teddy. I started sucking on his tongue, hungry for him. His hands clutched at my bare ass and then slid all over the various options the outfit gave him. Finally, I broke our kiss and got on my knees. I stuck my ass out the same way I did for Alex. Tristan's gaze swallowed me up and then I went down on all fours and started to swallow on his cock.

His dick was in my throat and I intentionally tried to make sounds and moan and hum. The "Gah!", "MGck!", and "Cahgk!" noises that emerged from my cock filled mouth were an erotic sound track. That coupled with the deeply satisfying sensation of my throat trying to close on his erection drove me to needing more of this. He gripped my hair and groaned in response. I wasn't bobbing on his dick so much as I was trying to swallow it whole. I needed it as far down as it would go.

"Yes, Mom. Yes," he muttered as his fingers dug into some loops on the teddy and tugged at them. He pulled at me, and bucked his hips thrusting against my face and pushing his cock further into my throat. One of his hands went under my jaw, keeping my head in the right position for his dick to drive straight into me.

His motions made me crazy with desire. I wanted him to cum. I leaned forward and tried to swallow more of his cock, my tongue pressed to the underside of his shaft. I began sliding my face on his cock, his dick pushing deep each time.

"MGck! Cahgk! MGck! Cahgk!" Were all the sounds I could make in time with each of his thrusts.

He was groaning and his hands found my ass cheeks. He pulled at them, moving me forward as he face fucked me while I was on all fours.

I felt the thong floss rubbing my asshole and the tiny fabric over my pussy was drenched.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Mom," he murmered, pulling harder on my ass cheeks.

I rocked back and forth, his cock sliding almost out then all the way down my throat again and again and again. I felt drool running down my mouth and his balls slapping my chin. Our rhythm was perfect. I was beyond wet from how close we felt and how good this was. I knew he was about to cum. I wanted him to shoot straight into my stomach like this.

Suddenly he pulled my head back by the hair. His dick was out of my mouth. He looked down at me, leaned forward and kissed me. Our tongues tangled and wrestled. Then he pushed my head down and got behind me. "Oh my gosh, Mom. Your ass in this thong. You look so fucking good," he said with lust in his voice. I arched my back for him, then he pushed the thong aside and I felt his cock push into my wet, hungry pussy.

I was trying to be good. I would make him pull out. I would be good. "Fuck--" I moaned in pleasure.

He pressed himself into me to the hilt. I felt his fingers winding in my thong and I knew he would start to pull on it the way I loved. This was Mommy's fuck me position.

Tristan yanked on my thong string and started to fuck me from behind.

From the first thrust and tug this was what we both needed.

"Oh fuck! Ah! Ah! Fuck!" I cried out as his thrusts came fast and hard. I pressed my head down, but he took the hair on the back of my head in a fist and pulled, sending pleasure and chills down my spine. I looked straight ahead at a picture of Mike and I on the wall as Tristan used my hair and my thong as handles to fuck me from behind. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" I groaned in time with his thrusts.

He pulled his cock out of me and he groaned. "You are so beautiful like this, Mom. I love seeing my dick covered in your wetness."

The sudden empty I felt from his dick pulling out sent shivers through me. I naturally clenched and did a kegel. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew he should cum on my back or on my ass or in my ass. Anywhere else but in my pussy. But I was on fire for him. I needed him. "Fuck Mommy, Tristan," I moaned. "Please honey, fuck me. Fuck your load into me. Please, baby. My pussy is so hungry for you. Please. Pl--"

With one hand he yanked my thong and with the other my hair, using them both to pull me hard against him again and he drove his dick all the way into me. This is what Mommy needed. He began to thrust wildly and with the urgency that came from chasing his own orgasm.

One of my tits swung out of the teddy as I cried out from an orgasm that crashed through me. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" I moaned in time with his thrusts.

"Yes, Mom! Yes, Mom! Yes, Mom! Yes, Mom!" he replied in time with the cadence of our bodies joining. He groaned and his grip tightened on my hair, yanking me against him hard and his cock seemed to explode somewhere very deep in my pussy.

For several seconds we both made guttural noises and our bodies slammed together in perfect unison.

Both my tits were swinging free now as my son pumped his cum into me as deep and hard as he could. My body roared and sang with pleasure at the same time. I felt beautiful, seen, heard, felt, loved and lusted for all at once. I like felt the years of my son's cum that was shot off without me, was now being squirted into its rightful place in me. I kept listening to his balls slapping against me and willing them to not stop until they were empty.