No condom

I realized I didn't have a condom. "Laura," I said, slowing down my thrusts, "I don't have any condoms. What if you get pregnant?"

"I'm old enough, sweetie, that I should not get pregnant at my age. Besides, I want nothing preventing us from truly enjoying each other's company. Now shut up and fuck me!" she commanded me.

Her wish was my command. I increased my thrusts and closed my eyes with pleasure. I even began imagining that it was Rebecca that I was fucking, not her mom.

She was holding on to me so tightly that her fingernails scratched me, but I didn't care. I kissed her on the lips, kissed her on the neck as I thrust into her with reckless abandon.

"Fuck! You're so good, John," she moaned.