Let him take me

Still basking in the pleasure, I spread my legs open wide for John, holding them back with my hands.

"Slam that dick into me, baby." I say in between my pants.

And he does just that.

Wasting no time, he slides his huge cock into me, all while looking me in the eye. Feeling it fill me up is enough to make me moan out his name, which makes him start to pump in and out me faster.

"John, that feels fucking amazing!" I moan out.

I've missed his cock ever since I left his house yesterday, and feeling it inside of me again makes me feel like I'm in heaven.

John grabs my legs and pushes them back, which I gladly let him do.

"You like this dick?" he asks, as he thrusts into me quickly.

"YES! I fucking love it! I'd do anything for it!" I scream out. I'm not even sure myself if that was an exaggeration or not.

"Like lie to your husband and dick of a son?" he asks me.

I freeze at hearing him call my son that, and I get confused since I thought the two of them made up.

"W-what?" I ask him. "You said you were gonna be nicer to him..." I say, as my voice trails off.

"I am being nice to him! I still hate him though. Only reason I treat him better now is so I could keep fucking you." he says, speeding up his thrusts.

I'm torn at what I should do. Should I be a good mother and end my affair with John, or should I keep going so he at least treats my son better?

"I thought you two just made up for real..." I say. "I don't think that we should keep doing this if you don't like him." I say, trying to act authoritative.

"Well, I guess I could just stop then." he says, as he starts to slide his cock out of me.

Feeling it slide out of me inch by inch is ****, made even worse by the fact that because of what I said, we might never do this again. I wish I could go through with this, but it just feels too good...

"N-no, wait!" I say, almost begging him.

John pauses, only the head of his cock is still inside of me.

"Please don't stop... I want it..." I beg him, showing no shame as to what I've become.

John smiles cockily, and I can already tell he's thinking something naughty.

"If you want it, then admit how your son can be a little shit." he says, smirking.

"No... I can't do that..." I say, scared that he might stop.

"Well, then I guess you don't want it." he says, sighing as he starts to slide out of me again.

He can't even slide out of me completely before I stop him again. I just... I just can't go without this.

"No! I'll say it! I'll say it! My son is a little shit! Please! Please keep fucking me!" I say, loudly begging him to take me.

He smirks cockily again, and I feel myself get even wetter.

"Good girl." is all he says, as he plunges his cock all the way into me, sending me into world of pleasure.

I've fallen so far. I even called my son a little shit just so his bully would keep fucking me. And the worst thing about it? I don't regret a thing. John's cock erases all uneasy feelings in me, and instead makes me feel things I've never felt before, and I just can't resist it.

"Who's slut are you?" John asks, slamming his cock into me as hard as he can.

"Yours! I'm your dirty slut!" I scream out.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and he speeds up, making me scream out in pleasure even more. Suddenly, John pulls his cock out of me, making me whine audibly. He then sits down on his bed, stroking his cock slowly, and I know what he wants me to do.