Ten minutes later

Condoms are scattered across the floor of your mother’s bedroom. She’s always been good under pressure, and this morning she heroically got her bedside drawer open before succumbing.

“Flynn. Flynn. Flynn.” She cups your face and pleads with her eyes as you thrust into her on the bed, crushing her comparatively small body underneath yours. The bedsprings squeak and the headboard bumps. She wraps her legs around you, and you lean, trying to go deeper. Your right hand covers her mouth before she can scream in pleasure as your left traces the curves of her body, caressing her warm, smooth flank to get to her hip. You find the unwelcome fabric of her panties, yanked hastily to the side. They’re in the way. Still fucking her, you wrench them out of the way so that you can grab the bare flesh of her buttock and dig your fingers in.

There’s a lot of power in the walls of her pussy when she cums, and you growl fiercely in her face as you fill up the condom, then collapse on top of her.

“Oh my god. Oh my god,” she keeps whispering as she gazes dazedly at the ceiling, absently stroking your hair. Her pussy quivers around your shaft. “We’re haunted. Oh, thank god.”