I caress the muscles on his arms and then his neck as he pumps my pussy with long and hard strokes, I can clearly hear the wet noises every time he rams inside me, I feel so indefensible under his body, he completely controls me, my legs are spread out wide for him but as usual he always accommodate one of my legs to have a deeper penetration, my moans
Are mixed with his own grunts accompanying the squeaky cries of the bed.
He is my life and my joy, my son is everything to me, I have devoted the last twelve years of my life to his satisfaction and pleasure, he is thirty two years old and I am fifty two.
I became his woman one year after my husband died, my son was only twenty at that time and I was still a young woman with needs, being forty and blessed with a beautiful body and pretty face, there were always men that asked me out, so I took one lover but only lasted for a couple of weeks because during one of our sexual encounters in my room, my son came home early and walked into my room without being noticed and found me on the edge of the bed with my butts up in the air while my lover rammed his dick inside my pussy without mercy and me moaning like bitch in heat.
When I heard his voice asking what the hell was going on, I dive under the covers and my lover tried to explained the situation, my son went to get the revolver and at point of gun, made my lover to leave the house warning him not to ever to come back, and he never did.
