My mom has been divorced for 3 months and I doubt she had s** for at least 6 months before that. In other words, although my mom is still a knockout, she hasn’t had a c*** in her p**** for at least 9 months. She is overdue. So last night we watched a movie on Showtime that had a fairly long s** scene. Skip ahead.
In bed together, my mom is naked, I’m groping her firm 38c t***, her n****** are hard and I’m tweaking them. Our breathing is heavy, my mom is moaning, my c*** hard as a rock, and I wanted to use to to use it. Her trimmed brown pubic triangle pointing the direction where my c*** needs to go. “We can do whatever you want later, but right now I need you to just f*** the hell out of me,” she said. I mounted her missionary taking my c***, it’s head covered in pre-c**, and running it up and down her lips coating it with her generous juices, then pushing forward causing an, “Oh Greg,” out of her mouth. With my arms extended, I watched my c*** f****** her p****, her t*** moving to our rhythm, her eyes closed, her mouth open, nearly shouting, “Oh honey, you’re c*** is so hard, so big, that it’s not going to take me long to c**. After less than a minute it happened. “Oh Greg, oh yes, so good, harder honey, f*** me hard,” she pleaded. “Oh yes Greg, oh Greg, oh honey, oh honey, oh, oh, f***, MEEEEEEEE,” she screamed.
“Oh mom, you are so f****** tight, and the way your p**** is squeezing my c***, I don’t think I’m going to last long either,” I bellowed. I lay down on top of her completely, smashing her t*** and hard n****** against my chest. I held her by her shoulders, my head on down against the side of her head I began rapidly thrusting hard, and our pubic bones colliding against each other. S***, I gotta go, I hear the garage door opening.
