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A Gift From Mom

... away. Propped still on his arms, his chest rippled with each rotation of up and back. He was incredibly hard. She betrayed a wicked smile back up at him and surprised them both. Her own hips lifted. It was slight at first. He'd go three strokes, and she'd lift herself to meet him once. Then, he'd go two strokes and she'd lift for him. They noticed her relax her body out a bit, and then she was working back at him. She was trying to meet every thrust of his with one of her own. She squinted and loudly moaned at the lurid thought. She was pushing her pussy at him. She was fucking him right back. They both intensified their heaving, and the sharp slapping sound resonated in the room. They were going at it hard, and she felt as light and fluid as she had ever felt. She liked his his eyes arching and his head pitched back as he devoured her. She wanted him to come hard. His head went from just back to a swaying motion, and she guessed he was close. He opened his eyes more like a thought hit him. At once, he stopped their pounding at each other, and she didn't try to hide her disappointment. She started to ask him something when he withdrew from her and put his hands to her hips. She immediately missed the feel of him in her, but her attention caught what he was up to. His hands were turning her over. "Oh, Billy!" It was a breathy acknowledgment that he was putting her on her hands and knees underneath him. She flooded again from the wantonness of it. "Are you going to fuck me ...

... from behind?" Her tone was taunting. Her hips raised in the air and her hands grabbed the sheets. She felt his large head poking her folds back there, and she braced. She could not get any wetter than she was right then, she knew. He wedged himself back in her, and she liked how she more readily accepted his size from behind. He didn't hold back, and he sped to the tempo they had been taking when she was on her back. More pangs of ecstasy shot about her, and she wondered how many orgasms her boy could give her. Something about how he had flipped her and was again banging away at her hard made her delirious. "Fuck, you are good, Billy. Fuck me, Billy." She squealed. He went to an even quicker pace, and loud smacking sounded between them. Her fists held the sheets and she struggled to keep her place on the bed. His full hammering pushed her about, and she heard him gasping. She twisted around to look at him, and she saw his face wide and his mouth open. His head hung backward and a wail started. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" She could feel his cock kicking inside her and she knew what this meant. He grinded his hips hard against her and it was like he was trying to shoot as much come in her as he could. "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" His grunt was chant-like as he spasmed over and over, holding on tight to her hips. She stayed in place and took him. Buzzes of more pleasure darted about in her at the realization that he had come in her and was dripping more come deep in her. She tensed ...