He crawled over her. She dropped a hand protect her pussy and looked between her breasts at Mike’s dick as it grew closer. Her thighs spread instinctually to accept him, in direct contradiction to her hand guarding her entrance. His stiff cock pressed into her closed fingers. What would it look like going in? Her mind reeled. Why would she think such a thing?
“Mike. We shouldn’t.”
What would it feel like?
She relaxed her fingers and wrapped them around his dick.
“We really shouldn’t…”
She traced her pussy with his dick and found her entrance.
Just once. Inside...
She deliberated again, weaving his cock around her clit before returning it to her threshold.
Just once.
She took a breath and guided him into her. Her mouth and eyes opened wide. She inhaled deep and long as Mike pushed his massive dick into her. It felt like her pelvic bone would be split in half.
Oh. Fuck!
He pressed into her. She watched the thick base of his shaft grow closer to her crotch as the length of his cock pushed into her. She watched it like a high-water mark, eyes widening at every inch, with wonderment of how well it filled her. She looked up at Mike and he looked back. He pulsed his cock. She gazed at him wide-eyed and squeezed back, caressing his cock with her pussy. Savoring her “one time”. When Mike began to pull out of her slowly and she moaned, still squeezing, begging him to stay.
Not yet!
He pushed forward again.
“Ah!”
It came from the back of her throat. A quick, shaky moan. A questioning tone: Ah?! He had entered her again. He had crossed the line – again. But before she could protest he pulled out and pushed a third time. Her new breasts jiggled on her chest with the impact, nearly hitting her chin before their weight recoiled, pulling her into his cock. “Ah!” Louder. His veins, she could feel them against her walls within. He pulled out and pushed in again. Oh god, she didn't have time to think. Four. It continued like an engine winding up. Five. His pelvis collided with hers in a dull thud. The pressure radiated into her pelvis. Another collision. Harder. Oh fuck. Six. She fell back and clutched her breasts together with her hands and called out. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” Seven, eight, nine. The time between thrusts grew shorter; the loud smack of flesh on flesh. Louder. And louder. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” Mike’s huge cock, a piston, thrusting into the delicate passage between her thighs, filling her completely.
She stopped counting.
The next moments passed like a trance - the hard and unrelenting rhythm – Mrs. Moore’s moans pouring wantonly through the air from her throat. She opened her eyes, tracing the hard lines of Mike’s muscular shoulder, her view of it shaking with each collision. She released her breasts, reached behind her and grabbed the lounge chair above her head and held on, surrendering, letting him use her body. Her breasts swung heavily back and forth as he pummeled her.
Deep excerpt taken from I Am Jake's Mom by BL Quick (IAJM Series) Amazon | Smashwords It only gets hotter.