It get's boring... As usual.

As much as Arnold acted wild at the restaurant, now that they were back home all the excitement disappeared. Brenda had only just grabbed her husbands erect cock and started to massage it gently when Arnold decided that foreplay wasn't needed for him. Completely ignoring the fact that his wife might want a bit more.

Rolling on top of Brenda, Arnold guided the tip of his dick between his wife's gentle folds and before she could object he gave a quick shove and was inside. Brenda soon realized that whatever had set him off at the restaurant was now gone as the sex went back to being more of a boring exercise than a romantic love-making session. Just missionary, barely any kissing or playing with her tits and if it wasn't for her husbands above average penis she probably wouldn't ever do it again.

Her mind instead wandered off to the events of that morning. Her son's little adventure with her panties. Imagining that instead of panties it was her wet pussy going up and down her sons shaft. The image of Tarquin's cock vividly in her mind, remembering it's shape from touch, mixing those sensations with the sensations she was currently feeling.

Slowly opening her eyes only to see Tarquin pounding away at her hole, the thought of it enough to make the boring sex she was actually having right now that much more interesting and exciting.

Arnold was focussed on at least trying to pleasure his wife with his dick, trying hard not to blow his load after only handful of minutes had passed. Underneath him his wife started playing with her nipple with one hand and her clit with the other. He must be doing a good job, he hadn't seen his wife enjoy sex like this in a long time!

"Brenda, honey, I- I'm getting close..." he said, huffing and puffing between every word. Brenda was also getting close, but not because of her husbands amazing sexual capabilities. She was mostly getting close through the power of imagination alone, although Arnolds dick sliding in and out of her pussy helped make her mental image feel more real.

"Hold out a little longer Arnold!" Brenda said, "I'm almost there! Let's cum together!" Arnold grunted in agreement, but he wasn't sure he could keep that promise. "Where do you want it?" "I want you to cover me Arnold, cover me from mouth to pussy!". Odd phrasing aside, this semi-unexpected dirty talk send her husband over the edge, quickly pulling his cock out, taking aim and letting loose. The impact of Arnold's hot cum landing on her face, breasts, stomach and pelvis triggered Brenda's own orgasm, a violent shake went through her body as her sweet juices start leaking from her pounded pussy.

After a moment of catching their breath Arnold slowly stood up and said "I'm gonna go clean myself up, be right back." "Wait, can you get me-" Brenda started but Arnold had already gone out the door and into the upstairs bathroom. "-a towel... Damn it Arnold, I'm covered in jizz!" Brenda got up and slowly moved towards the door, as she got closer she could hear the shower running from the bathroom. "Alright, downstairs it is" she thought to herself as she slowly walked towards the stairs, collecting as much of the cum that was slowly dripping down before it dropped to the floor. The upstairs hallway had a carpet floor and she really didn't want to have to spend a long time cleaning sperm out of it.

Upon reaching the downstairs bathroom she grabbed hold of the doorknob and turns it, while opening the door the world went into a sort of slow-motion as she realized that the lights in the bathroom were already on, door opening further reveals the cause of this. Tarquin stands there, brushing his teeth, turning his head towards the door to see who or what is disturbing him only to see his mother covered from head to toe in what he can only assume is cum.

In surprise they both stand there for a couple of seconds that feel like minutes staring at each other...