The Morning After
I woke up the next morning all alone in my queen-size bed. The bright, hot morning sun was shining brightly through my open bedroom window, beating down on my naked body. Slowly I became aware of the fact that my body was still sticky with the gallons of cum that the boys had showered upon my face and body. The heat started building up inside me as the memories of everything that happened to me last night flooded back to my consciousness just as Roy had flooded my hungry pussy with his sweet jism. The night hadn’t ended when I fell asleep between his widely spread thighs on the floor in front of the tiny love seat.
I woke up around midnight with his hard cock straining up against my belly. His cock knob thrusting up between my titties. Looking down into his face, I saw a faint trace of a smile on his lips. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was dreaming about what we had done. Easing myself into a kneeling position, I watched his twitching shaft spring upward to again press lightly between my titties. He really was hung like a stallion. Looking down I could see the bulging vein running up the underside of his thick shaft throbbing in time through the taut skin stretched thin. The blood rushing into his hard cock pulsed powerfully in time to his every heartbeat. Reaching down I wrapped my fingers around his twitching shaft, being careful to not wake him. I ran my fingertips lightly along his straining rod, running them over and around it bulbous head, along its slit. His slit started oozing hot pre cum. Leaning forward I flicked my tongue across it tasting how delicious his cum was. A long moan of pleasure seeped from between his lips. As I continued stroking him, I wondered how long it would be before shot his wad. I wanted to make him cum without waking him but I wanted him to cum inside me.
As I continued to masturbate him, I slipped a finger between my bloated pussy lips to finger my straining clit. My clit is super sensitive, too sensitive to touch when aroused, so I work the skin around it stretching it first one way then another. I knew I was about to climax and somehow I knew that Roy was ready too. I could feel his jism swirling around in his balls as I squeezed them and massaged them. As I felt it start it journey upward, I slowly eased my self down on his shaft until our pubic bones touched. Roy was moaning long and hard in his sleep now, his head thrashing from side to side.
I wanted to ride his shaft, but I held back that desire because I wanted make him cum without waking him. Sitting motionless on his spastic shaft, I continued to massage the flesh around my little trigger as I rippled the muscular walls of my steamy hot love tunnel, massaging his pulsing manhood buried deep inside me. Within seconds, his cock leapt inside me and I felt the first powerful spurt of his jism striking the very top of my womb triggering my own climax. I bit down on my lower lip, biting back the scream of pleasure that wanted to burst fought. As my orgasms rolled over me I eased myself down on him again until I was again stretched out between thighs, this time with his cock still buried inside me. I clamped down on his softening cock holding it captive as I drifted off to sleep again.
I was shook awake again in the middle of the night as a series of violent orgasms racked my thrashing body. My eyes flew open in shock at the intensity of what I thought was a very erotic dream. It was no dream. Roy had flipped me over on my back and was ramming his cock in and out of me like it was a jackhammer. Seeing that I was awake he pulled my legs up on his shoulders and grabbed my hips with his powerful hands yanking me to him as he thrust deeper inside me. I had never experienced sex like that before.
It felt as if his cock was all the way up in my throat.
For someone so young he had remarkable control. Every time I thought he was about to shoot his wad, he held back. He was driving me crazy but I loved every second of it. Over and over again he aroused me to the point of climaxing and then held me there without pushing me over the edge. Finally he pulled me erect in his arms, grabbed my hips, and gave one final mighty thrust, pushing me over the edge. I screamed out in pleasure, as orgasms more violent then I had ever experienced before threatened to throw me off him. Throwing my arms around him, I dug my long fingernails into his flesh, raking his back.
Slowly as my orgasms started to subside, he stopped moving inside me and reached between us with one hand to play with my now very sensitive little love button. He knew just how I liked to be touched. I didn’t think I could have another orgasm so soon after the multiple orgasms that I just had, but I was wrong. Roy kept me climaxing until I begged him to let rest.
I know that we had talked finally but for the life of me I can’t remember a single word that passed between us. The last thing I remember about last night was Roy carrying me up to my bed and us falling asleep in each other’s arms. I got myself off that morning thinking about how good it felt to fall asleep in a man’s arms.
I would have liked to spend the whole day in bed but I had to get ready to go to work. We all had jobs. Steven and Paul worked at a car dealership in Houston. They loved cars and took jobs as line mechanics right after graduation. They decided to forego college to help me pay off the bills that my husband had left me with. Roy was still in school but took a job doing odd job around our small farming community. I work as a waitress at a truck stop. I no longer had to work overtime with the boys working to help me pay bills. We had enough money coming in now to even buy some of the nonessential things that we had longed for, for so long. I had continued to work overtime because until now I had no reason to hurry home.
As I took a long hot shower, I thought about what I was going to wear to work that night. I suddenly realized that what had happened between me and the boys had done something else to me. It had stripped me of all my sexual inhibitions. I found myself thinking about all the sexual possibilities that my job offered me every night of the week. Some of my regulars liked to flirt with me but I had always pulled back when the flirting became physical. Suddenly I found myself wondering what would happen if I didn’t pull back when one of them tried to touch me in an intimate manner.
Stepping out of the shower, I walked back to my bedroom, dripping water as I went. I stopped dead in my tracks as I walked through the door. It was almost like one of the boys had read my thoughts as I showered. There laid out across the foot of my bed was my teal-plaid button up tunic shirt dress with a note pinned to it. “Wear this to work tonight without anything on under it. Don’t hold back. You’ve been horny for too long. You need to get laid. Remember if it feels good for you and it hurts no one then it’s good for you. We’ll always be here for you when you get home but you shouldn’t have to wait until you get home to get laid. You should get it on with anyone that turns you on anytime and anywhere. We love you Mom. You’re one very hot lady. Your Sons and Lovers. Roy, Paul, and Steven.”
They knew what I really needed all along. I read the note again. Somehow, I knew after reading that note for the second time that my boys and me were going to travel where few mothers and sons have ever dared to go.
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