Miriam moaned as her son Michael gently bit her neck, his strong hard body pressing against her. Their naked flesh covered in sweat as the pair clung to one another.
The mother and son panted as they kissed and grabbed at each other, lips pressed desperately, and tongues dueling. Miriam lay naked, her legs spread with her son's proud naked flesh pressing her down. Miriam guessed that Michael's cock was probably the same size as his father's, but Michael's was as hard, or harder, than any other cock that she had ever held.
As the head pressed against Miriam's labia, her heart pounded. This was the moment that she had waited for. Her son was coming home, returning to his origin. Miriam panted, desperate for it, desperate for him. Slowly, Michael's firm, hot flesh pushed inside of Miriam's core. She found herself orgasming with his first entry. She wrapped her legs around him and held him still as her body shuddered in pleasure and need simultaneously.
As her first orgasm eased, he slowly began to pump into her. His athletic build, slick with sweat in the heat of the moment. Miriam's tiny body clung to her boy as he fucked her, slamming home over and over again. Miriam cried out, her song of passion proud and deliberate. She moaned, screeched, and cried out in passion as her son became her man.
For Miriam, it felt like they coupled for an eternity. Though in retrospect she was sure that it was only a few minutes. Michael wasn't silent as he fucked her, he too cried out, especially when he let loose with his climax and Miriam felt what felt like a gallon of cum fill her up. Although she knew it couldn't happen with her birth control active, she had a momentary fantasy of bearing a child for this young man.
She held him tight, her arms and legs wrapping around him as tightly as she could as she kissed him over and over.