"If you want me to stop just say so." Thomas said.
I wanted him to stop...but then again I also wanted him to keep going. He took my silence to mean that I didn't want him to stop so he eased forward and his long thick cock slipped into my pussy.
It was a tight fit...I hadn't been with anyone in more than two years and my toys weren't nearly that thick. Even though it was tight it felt incredible.
I don't know if it was inexperience or if it was simply because he'd been looking forward to it for so long, but he fucked me hard and fast the first time. He had climaxed before I really got going.
I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised...he was only 18 after all.
Again I took a leading roll. I pushed him over so that we rolled over on the bed. Once I was on top of him I sat up and started riding him. One of the benefits of being 18 is that your cock can recover almost instantaneously so he was still hard as I rode him.
I rode him to my own orgasm.
"Get on your hands and knees I want to do you from behind." Thomas said.
I climbed off of him and got in position. He moved up behind me and pushed his cock into me. It felt even bigger from that angle.
He grabbed me by the hips and rocked me back and forth to meet the thrusting of his cock. I resorted to bighting a pillow to keep from screaming out with absolute ecstasy.
I moaned into the pillow as I had another orgasm. A few moments later he thrust deep into me and held me back against him as he pumped his cum into me again.
I was expecting him to pull out so I pulled forward, but he held my hips and pulled me back as he started fucking me again. My whole body felt like it was on fire...an intense tingling ran from head to toe.
He took his time...either he was tired or he was learning to make things last...either way the next 20 minutes were a heavenly combination of sensations. The feeling of his hard cock in my pussy and the strong but tender touch of his hands as they explored my body.
All god things must come to an end and he started to increase the speed and intensity of his thrusting as he built towards his own climax. I was approaching one of my own.
We both moaned together as we reached orgasm together.
Out of breath and exhausted he slumped forward onto my back. He kissed the back of my neck as his arms encircled me. I could feel the warmth of his body and the strength in his arms as he lay on top of me. It felt wonderful to have someone hold me like that again.
Finally he rolled off of me onto his back beside me on the bed.
I moved down his body and took his cock in my hands and began licking our juices off of it as I gently stroked it. He gently stroked my back as I ran both of my hands up and down the length of his cock.
When he was completely hard again he pushed me over on my back, rolled on top of me, and slid his cock into my now very accommodating pussy.
As he fucked me he kissed me on the lips, on the neck, on my breasts, it felt wonderful.
I had another orgasm about two minutes before he had his. After he had pumped his cum into me he rolled off of me, snuggled up to me, draped his arm over my body, and kissed me.
"I love you." Thomas said.
"I love you too." I said.
We were both exhausted and drifted off to sleep.
It still seemed like a dream; there was no way it had actually happened. But I knew that it wasn't just a dream. Dried cum was stuck to my inner thighs, my pussy was red and swollen; no it had happened...it had really happened.
I didn't know how to feel. What happened was so wrong, but it felt so good. I sat naked on the bathroom floor with questions swirling in my mind.
When something like this happens; how do you face the morning after?
How do you face your son the morning after he has given you the most incredible night of sex of your life?
How do you face the morning after knowing that your relationship with your son can never be the same again?
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