Chapter 5

Pete kissed her jaw. Then back to her ear. He pulled her tight as he did and she sighed. After nuzzling behind her ear, her breathing grew ragged. He worked his way back to her neck and then down, tugging at her dress as he did so.

When the dress puddled at her feet, he stepped back with an appreciative gaze. She’d worn black, lace trimmed panties and bra, but with black silk thigh high stockings.

“Wow.” His eyes rose from her feet, past the curves of her hips, past her barely encased full breasts to her face.

She nervously smiled.

“You are so fucking hot.”

“You really think so?”

“Give me a minute and I’ll show you.”

She shifted her weight, so her took her hand and helped her step out of her dress. Then he led her toward the bedroom. Her bedroom. She let go of his hand and they pulled the blankets back.

“Get comfortable.” He nodded toward the pillow. “While I get these off.” He swept a hand down the front of his shirt.

She stretched out on the bed, still in her lingerie. She smiled nervously at him, but her eyes locked in on his cock when it appeared. He was only half-hard, but that didn’t stop her from moistening her lips.

He climbed onto the bed and reached for her panties. She lifted her hips to accommodate him as he tugged them down. Her eyes were wide. Almost wild.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“You’ve already done it once.”

“That’s why I’m doing it again.”

He chuckled and slid her panties off her ankles. Then he nudged her thighs apart and settled in.

He inhaled her scent as he nuzzled into her pussy. She was already wet, so he started with a long lick up her labia. She shuddered and gripped the sheets.

He licked and sucked and then fingered her. The more he ran his tongue around her clit, the more he suckled it, the more ragged her breathing. He slid a finger inside as he continued to lick.

After two minutes, she arched her back in a silent scream and went rigid. He backed off and waited for her to catch her breath.

“That ... was amazing,” she finally gasped.

He chuckled. “More?”

“No ... no. Too sensitive.”

He slid up and lay next to her. She smiled, warm, and relaxed and clearly glowing.

“So...,” he said, “what would you like, Diane?”

“Give me a minute to recover.”

He smiled and nodded. Then he gestured at her bra. “Why don’t you take this off?”

“That’s right.” She smiled. “You didn’t get a good look last time.”

She removed her bra and lay back. Her tits spread out, but they were still magnificent. She had puffy areolae and stiff stubby nipples.

He moistened his lips.

She saw and chuckled. “You like?”

“Those are the most amazing breasts I’ve ever seen.”

“Flatterer.” But she smiled.

He kissed her stomach, right above her mound. She practically purred as he worked his way up, light kiss after light kiss. When he reached her breasts, he lightly licked her nipples, before gently sucking on them, one at a time.

“Bite them,” she said. “Gently.”

He did just that, and she hissed with pleasure. After a little nuzzling, he shifted his weight on top of her. His cock bumped against her opening and he rose up on his hands so he could look into her eyes. They were filled with lust.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Mmm.”

“Guide me in.”

She reached down, grasped his shaft, and lined him up. When she nodded, he slowly pushed forward.

She was hot, so hot, and slick. He moved steadily, sinking into her depths. She sucked in her breath, and he realized he had too. When their hips met, he held still. His cock twitched inside her with his heartbeat.

“Oh, God,” she moaned.

“You like it ... Diane?”

“Fuck me.”

He chuckled and did just that.

For round two, she straddled him and played with her breasts while she rose up and down on his cock. She already had that loopy grin from her earlier orgasms, but apparently those hadn’t been enough.

He held her hips and enjoyed the sight of her bouncing breasts. They were large enough to sway delightfully, and he easily imagined sliding his cock between them. That is, if he wasn’t inside her. She was so hot and slick that he could feel his second orgasm slowly building. Slowly, thankfully.

Gasping, Mom—no, Diane—leaned forward. He slid his hands from her hips to her breasts and gently squeezed.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “More.”

He repeated the squeeze and then moved to her thumbing her nipples. She shuddered when he pinched them lightly.

“I want you to come,” he said.

“Again?” she laughed.

“Again.” He pushed up hard into her and she gasped.

“You wanted more.”

She shuddered and nodded.

“So come for me.”

She stopped moving. “Then you on top.”

He chuckled and helped ease her off. They rolled over and he sank into her wet depths again. She closed her eyes and began breathing deeply as he settled into a strong rhythm When she hooked her feet behind his thighs and shuddered. Her pussy heat had gone up with the angle change.

“Oh, Pete,” she moaned.

He sped up.

“Oh, Pete!”

He pounded her as hard and as fast as he could.

“Oh!”

She tilted her head back and went stiff. He held still. Her pussy pulsed around his shaft. He gasped with his own waves of pleasure rose.

She shook and her chest flushed. When she finally caught her breath, she gave him a loopy, satisfied smile.

“Your turn,” she said.

He started thrusting again and her hands found his back. She raked them down his skin, but lighter than before, lighter than the first time they’d fucked.

It still sent enough shivers down his spine that he felt his control slipping. He thrust one more time, deep, and let go. He moaned as he exploded, filling Diane’s pussy for a second time that night.

No. Filling his mom’s.

Pete drifted awake just as the room was starting to lighten. His head ached—clearly he’d drunk too much alcohol and not enough water the night before. As for that...

Next to him, Mom slumbered, her breathing slow and steady. She had rolled away from him and faced the far wall, so he couldn’t see her face. But from the rise and fall of her side, she was doing fine.

He snorted softly. Had they really done It—again?

Apparently so. Enough alcohol, and enough horniness and...

... well, his Mom would fuck him.

And he still didn’t feel guilty about it.

She’d wanted it, as much as he had. She’d certainly been the initiator the second round.

And it’d been fucking amazing.

Just lying there, looking at her, he felt a surge of desire.

Pee. Water. Ibuprofen. Then he could see what the morning held.

Mom stirred and rolled when he slid back into bed. She scooted over until she was cuddled into his side, her head on her shoulder, one leg hooked across his.

“Morning,” she murmured.