Mommy dominated him

At the home of the Dearest family, Boyfriend and Mommy Mearest are having sex in the bedroom while Girlfriend and Daddy Dearest are not home.

Mommy Mearest, feeling a mix of excitement and power, straddled Boyfriend's waist, her legs on either side of his hips. She looked down at him with a smug smile, her eyes glinting with lust as she began to bounce on his cock. Each time she came down, her pussy enveloped him fully, the wet slap of their bodies colliding echoing through the quiet room. The mattress groaned in protest beneath their passionate dance. She took charge, setting the pace and intensity, her hips moving in a mesmerizing rhythm that made Boyfriend's eyes roll back in pleasure. He watched, his hands gripping the bedsheets tightly, as her large breasts bounced in time with her movements. The sight was erotic and thrilling, and he couldn’t believe he was actually fucking his girlfriend's mother.

Mommy: You like this, you submissive big dick dwarf!

Boyfriend: Oh yes, Mommy! Yes, I do!

Mommy Mearest leaned forward, her hands pressing down on Boyfriend's chest as she began to increase her tempo. Her movements grew more erratic and urgent, her breathing heavy and ragged. The room grew hotter, the scent of sex and sweat filling the air. She ground herself against him, her pussy tightening around his shaft as she chased her climax.

"Fuck me like you mean it," she growled, her voice thick with desire. "Show me how much of a man you really are."

Her words were like gasoline on a fire, igniting a newfound hunger in Boyfriend. He thrust his hips up to meet her downward plunges, driving into her deeper with each stroke. Her pussy was a vice, squeezing him tightly as she rode him like a wild beast. He could feel the tension building in his balls, the pressure threatening to burst forth. Mommy Mearest's nails dug into his chest, leaving half-moons of red on his skin, a stark contrast to her pale fingers. Her eyes never left his, challenging him, egging him on.

Her breath grew more erratic, her chest heaving as she bounced faster and faster, her moans growing louder. The room was a cacophony of flesh smacking flesh, the headboard knocking against the wall in time with their fervent rhythm. Her thighs quivered around his waist as she reached the edge of her climax. The energy between them was palpable, a dance of dominance and submission that had become a silent symphony of lust.

"Fuck, yes!" she screamed, throwing her head back. Her pussy spasmed around him, the walls tightening and releasing in a delicious rhythm that had Boyfriend's toes curling. He could feel her juices drenching him, her orgasm coating his cock in a warm, wet embrace. He stared up at her in awe, his own climax building as she took her pleasure from him.

Mommy Mearest leaned back, placing her hands on his thighs for leverage, and began to ride him even harder. Her breasts slapped against her chest with every bounce, her nipples erect and begging for attention. Boyfriend reached up, his hands cupping her breasts, feeling their weight and her nipples pebbling beneath his touch. He pinched and played with them, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, drawing out her gasps and moans. She threw her head back, her eyes closed in ecstasy, as he played her body like the finely tuned instrument it was.

Her pussy was like a second heartbeat around his cock, pulsing with each thrust and retreat. The room was a whirlwind of sensation: the slickness of her skin, the scent of their arousal, the sound of their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm. Boyfriend could feel the sweat trickling down his face, the exertion mixing with the excitement of his taboo encounter. He watched as Mommy Mearest's face contorted with pleasure, her features becoming more animalistic, her teeth bared in a feral smile. She was a **** of nature, a sexual being in her prime, and he was utterly in her thrall.

Her movements grew more vigorous, her hips bucking and gyrating in a way that left him gasping for air. Each time she slammed down onto him, her inner muscles clenched around his length, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He could feel the beginnings of his own orgasm building, his balls tightening in anticipation of the sweet release. But he held back, determined to give her every ounce of pleasure she demanded. He knew that if he wanted to keep her interest, he had to prove himself a worthy partner in their illicit affair.

Mommy Mearest, sensing his impending climax, leaned in closer, her breath hot on his neck.

Mommy: "Not yet, darling!"

She whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

Mommy: "I want to feel you come inside me, fill me up until I can't take it anymore."

With a wicked smile, she took control of the rhythm once more, slowing down to a torturous pace. Each stroke was calculated, precise, drawing out the agonizing pleasure for Boyfriend. He moaned, his hips straining upward, trying to meet her thrusts, but she held him down firmly. Her nails trailed down his chest, leaving a fiery path in their wake, and she began to plant gentle, teasing kisses along his neck and jawline. Her lips brushed against his ear as she whispered dirty secrets, telling him just how much she enjoyed having his cock inside her, how much she liked being the one in charge. The words sent shivers down his spine, his body trembling with the effort to hold back his release.

Her kisses grew more intense, her tongue tracing the shell of his ear before delving into his mouth. The kiss was a battle for dominance, but Boyfriend was more than happy to submit to her. He knew that in this moment, she was the one in charge, and he reveled in the feeling of being consumed by her passion. His hands found her hips, guiding her movements, trying to coax more speed out of her, but she resisted, keeping their pace slow and deliberate. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her hard nipples leaving imprints on his skin.

With a final, **** thrust, he could hold back no longer. His cock pulsed, thick ropes of cum shooting deep into her pussy. Mommy Mearest's eyes snapped open, meeting his as she felt him fill her up. A triumphant smile spread across her lips as she rode out the last waves of her own orgasm, her walls milking him for every drop. They stayed connected, their breathing ragged, bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their shared pleasure. The tension in the room dissipated, leaving only the sound of their hearts pounding in their chests.