Morning glory

Feeling him finish inside her as he slowed was comforting. Sophie hugged him tight and kissed him as she cupped his cute little boy bum, holding him inside her. She wanted to savour this.

He relaxed into her as she held him, morning was not far away yet neither felt sleepy. They were both lost in their thoughts. Sophie, rather predictably for her, dwelt on the practical side of things. Breakfast, maybe. Showers?

Laundry, too, as she shifted beneath him on the soiled sheets. He’d cum a few times, she paused to count, and grinned naughtily, so the bed was a bit of a mess, as was she. Recalling how he’d used her, too, there might be other stains and she wrinkled her nose at the thought of poo and possibly blood that she was lying in.

She heard noises from nearby and realised she’d been quite distracted. Still hugging her young lover close, she listened. Her eldest was moving around in her room and would soon be in the bathroom, showering and getting ready for her day. She’d have to think of a way of introducing her to him without incurring her wrath. She was fiercely defensive of her mum and also very critical of the few men that she had let into her lives. Sophie mused on this as she stroked the backside of her beau.

He was warm and comforting in her arms and responded by wriggling against her. This cuddle was delicious and she felt like she could stay like this all morning if need be. His kisses again on her neck, loving and intimate. She sighed, contented like the cat that got the cream. Although, as she squirmed slightly assessing her situation again, this cat had had a lot of cream in the night. ‘Lucky for the Pill’, she thought, imagining what had been unleashed on her fertile womb, making a mental note to take her pill this morning, Picturing herself pregnant from him and wondering what her girls would make of that. It wasn’t so long ago that she had been so vigilant with her eldest daughter given her healthy sex life, so what would she make of a new sibling? Ready-made baby sitters she grinned, but wondered about her body, some years since she had last borne a child. She liked being pregnant, she liked the way she had looked (although her husband had teased, mocking her diminutive form with an incongruously large bump), liked the way she bloomed and felt horny as the baby moved to term. But, as she looked at the boy she held in her arms, what would he think ?

His hands stroked her now. She liked the way he touched her, his hands on her hips. She was boyish, she knew, but he didn’t seem to mind, and she liked the way he held her. She lifted his mouth to hers and kissed him gently, lovingly. Her heart beat fast. She felt such passion for this boy. His hand had moved up to cup a tiny breast again and she surprised herself by finding her nipple hard against his palm. She looked into his eyes, wondering, questioning, but found his answer as he moved his body against her again.

His cock, hard and ready, reached up to her belly. She was reminded again of his length and smiled racily to herself, a mother of two, taking such delight in that long, slender cock, and so many times. ‘’He’s impossible’, she thought not believing he was hard for her yet again. She tried picturing it in her mind because his body excited her so: his large frame above her, his penis stretching so far up her small body. She cupped his balls. Smooth and soft, and hers. For now anyway. And what was inside them, would soon be inside her.

She grasped his shaft and moved the tip to her slit, signalling her want. Her need. He obliged, smiling as he slid inside her so easily,; she the wet, willing bitch eager for her young dog. A little whimper from her as he buried himself deep.

“Take me”, she breathed in his ear as she threw her arms around his neck and clung to him.

He obliged, moving back and forth with strong strokes that made a warmth sweep through her loins in waves. Eyes closed, she rode the stallion between her legs, transporting herself with bestial imagination. Dreamlike, she felt herself being turned, urged over onto hands and knees, not quite realising until she was beneath the boy once more, her bottom in his hands, exposed to the rampant cock seeking entrance.

“No, no, no”, she protested weakly, fearful of the earlier penetration being repeated, as she reached behind to push his cock away from where it nestled in her crack. It pulsed big and wet in her hand, which only added to her fears. He was persistent though, brushing away her hand and shushing her.

“Trust me”, he urged as his fingers parted her outer lips. His cock slipped back down from her bottom and followed his fingers, slipping inside her. Sophie gasped and threw her head back to kiss him as he pushed deep. This was what she wanted, her young man pushing back and forth inside her as their tongues twined. His hands on her hips now, as he pushed harder. She moved away from his kisses, hanging her head now as she gave herself up to him on all fours. Their sex intensified. This was animal lust now. Mating. He pulled her hard onto his cock then released her so she could slide away with a slap before he pulled his mate back hard again, expelling the breath from her with a grunt. Again and again he pushed and pulled and Sophie’s eyes rolled with delicious sensations as the long hard cock ravaged her. Animal noises from her now as he fucked her, she gave herself up to her young suitor completely, feeling an intensity in her loins she had seldom felt.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”, she grunted in time to his thrusts, feeling her climax near and, fondling his heavy balls, wanting his seed again. “Fill me”.

On her hands and knees with his cock moving inside her, she panted like an animal, screaming for release. Just when she thought she could bear no more, he pushed on in and held deep, releasing in that moment, his sperm, pulsing in big globs inside her. The tension too much, Sophie in turn convulsed, her eyes rolling towards her wedding photographs on the bedside table as she orgasmed, their naked bodies entwined on her marriage bed