His eyes open, the cloud of sleep still over them. Then they are wide open, his mouth opening to speak. I place my hand over his mouth. He makes no further attempt. He lays there as I f**k him, a look of serenity on his young face.
His hands on the front of my thighs, he makes no move to touch me sexually, he knows, he understands. My p***y gushes as I c*m on him again. I'm so needy.
I ride my son in the near darkness of his room. I'm sweaty from the workout, small drops dot my son's chest as I rise and fall on his p***s. No words, just Mom taking.
"I'm going to c*m, Mom." He whispers.
"S'ok, I'm safe," I say, putting my fingers on my c**t to speed up my orgasm, time it with my son.
I watch his face, feel his p***s swell, he's there. I rub harder and, as he gasps and clenches my thigh
