Chapter 9

At the gentle press of a warm dome against her lips, Sheila groaned. It deepened when long, thick fingers sank into her blouse to grip a boob. That oh so familiar flavor of slippery pre-cum slathered her sweeping tongue. At the quiet sigh from above when she let the throbbing globe widen her mouth, she opened her eyes.

Of course, it was Donal. Lit by the fire’s dying embers, he towered over her. Shorts tight to his muscled thighs, he rocked, sawing his stiffening flesh deeper with each languid thrust. When she tensed and looked around, he placed a finger to his lips.

“Shh,” he whispered while nodding past her. “Don’t want to wake dad, do we, mommy?”

By straining, she could just make out her husband’s body sprawled in the nearby chair. Head flopped backward and mouth wide, he was snoring. As his chest rose and fell, his closed eyes faced the night sky.

After a slow shake of her head, she moaned as his grip tightened on her chest. However, the sound was muffled by the thick sawing tube, and only tickling bubbles erupted along her stretched lips.

When she placed her fingers lightly on his wrist, he grinned. No, she couldn’t stop him, and his hand continued to tug and squeeze her globe. They were well past that point.

“Mmm, mommy.” His thrusting plowed deeper, forcing her to shift as the massive knob tapped the back of her throat. “Oh, you’ve got such a delicate tongue. You’re so good to me, mommy.”

With those lasers filling with pure joy, a wave of pleasure rocketed skyward inside her. She was a good mommy. When his fingertips found her aching nipple, she braced. Instead of the usual forceful twist, he smiled while rolling it. Higher and higher within her, flames scudded upwards. Of course, he’d tease her. Just like she wanted.

A sudden gust sent golden hair across her face. His other hand swept it aside. Such a gentle gesture, yet it had her core heating even further. When her cheeks sank, the abrupt loud slurp had him glancing at Stanley. But her husband didn’t move, and he returned to her.

“Fuck, mommy. Those are some lungs.” He chortled. “Hungry, huh?”

When she nodded while continuing to suck on his hardened staff, that laugh arrived at last.

“Always hungry for cock, aren’t you, mommy?”

How could she answer that? Married with two kids. Her wilder years somewhere in the long distant past. Since marrying Stanley, only Donal’s father. Yet flames roared at flickering memories. Despite the chilly night air, heat raced over her skin. With her gorgeous towering son fucking her mouth with his magnificent beast, there was only one answer.

She again nodded.

He laughed once more, then thrust, taking her throat so fast she had no time to inhale. After clapping his palms to her skull, he drove that throbbing log further. Those wondrous lasers disappeared to be replaced by his hard abs. As he shuffled closer, plunging that vein-wrapped heartbeat deep into her, she had to arch off the chair to swallow more. At last, with her hands clasping his muscular rear, her face sank into short, bristly curls.

“Mmm, hmm. God, I’ve dreamed of this for so long, mommy. Did you know that?” He laughed as his fingers tightened on her head. “No, of course not. But I did. I dreamed of doing so much to you, mommy. I want all of you. Every inch.”