Mustang Sammie Pt. 04

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Homeward Bound

With dusk falling and with all time trials met, we pull into the hotel at the south end of Loch Ness, after handing in our final time card at Fort Augustus. The organisers had made a reservation in the main hall to throw a party for all the drivers and their passengers, but we declined. Thomas had already decided that he didn't want to pursue this as a regular occurrence, so he would not be returning and therefore did not need to join in with the other patrons in their shindig. We had our own shindig. As every shroud of denial has been taken off, the moment we got checked in we were holding hands and almost running to our bedroom, where he took all my clothes off, bent me over the bed on my front, and fucked me harder than he has ever fucked me before. He decided not to cum inside me, pulling out and spurting up my back, with a little pool of sperm forming in the small of my back.

I think it was calculated, as he then led me by the hand to the bathroom, took off the rest of all his clothes as the shower warmed up, then taking me by the hand again he led me under the jets of water where he tenderly first washed my hair, then conditioned it, all the while keeping my breasts gently kissing and touching his chest as his cock sat between my labia. He was driving me insane with this tenderness, and I challenge any woman to have a more erotic feeling than her man massaging her hair, naked in the shower with his penis between her folds, as if asking to come back in.

He didn't bother with the flannel, just took some soap in his hands and started to massage my body clean. my shoulders my arms that he lifted aloft, Washed my underarm before travelling down my chest and cupping each breast in his hands. "Thomas," I groaned, as he thumbed my nipples and moved his hands around my globes. Then he hugged me against him, washing my back and down towards my bum, kissing my tits as he leaned and then the rod of arousal between my lips, made me start to moan with each gentle movement as he washed me.

He didn't soap his hands up for the next part, taking the shower head off it's fastening to the wall, I had no idea what he was going to do next. He did, however. With the finger and thumb of his left hand, he parted my labia, Exposing my womanhood as he directed the stream of water between my thighs. I flung my arms around his shoulders, bracing myself as the orgasm was swift and strong. I had already been highly turned on by the hair wash, then the body wash, and this simply sent me over the edge as next he put two fingers inside me and fucked me, as I tightened around the two digits that were breaking and entering my core. I almost fell as I screamed, with him holding me tightly against him, he kissed me on my soft, sated lips as I whimpered and moaned through my orgasm into his mouth.

Returning the favour, I washed his body for the first time in many years, back when he was a boy. Even though he wasn't a massive, well built man, the difference between then and now was a immeasurable, not least that approximate 7 inches still between my hairy folds.

I was to be very bad at washing my son, as before long, he had me backed up against the corner of the shower, with my legs spread, and he was slipping inside my eager pussy, as a braced myself against the tiles. As I had failed at washing him, the slight smell of man sweat drifted down my nostrils and apparently straight to my vagina, and from my vantage point, I could look down and see our join, over the slightly pronounced tummy that bore him all those years ago. I could see creamy froth coating him, and as we were out of the stream of the shower, I knew that the squelching wetness had nothing to do with water as I bucked against him, creaming his cock and driving him closer to what we both know craved, his climax.

"Cum for me, give me your baby-batter," I heard myself say as he looked at me through wide eyes.

"I never....even asked.....if you're....protected, I just assumed," he said, moving quite quickly inside me, as he entered and withdrew, entered and withdrew.

I looked at him deeply, and feeling like the look on my face would suggest that I wanted to eat him in one go as I said, "I haven't taken my pills since Christmas.....it's probably too late anyway, Thomas, but.......Put your baby inside me."

These words were all took to bring our lovemaking to an end, as with every further pound into me, weeping cries of my, "Uh, uh, oh, oh, oh god.....breed me, come back home where you belong," were met with more violent thrusts against my abused, and again climaxing, clutching pussy, until he flooded my insides again so fully, that some dripped out onto the shower tray below.

There was silence as he finished washing, and I emptied my pussy as much as possible of his seed that was probably already losing one of the millions of sperm inside me, to that fertile egg that was due right now.

We slept soundly in each other's arms, waking early and making love again, before we headed due home. As we drove home, my daughter rang and I could hear crying in the background and asked what it was, and as I looked at Thomas driving the car whilst I held my tummy, my daughter told me, "Shannon's here, and so is her baby bum. When will Thomas and you be home?

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Author's notes

This will probably continue, perhaps not for a while as there are other things I want to do, but I'll be jotting down ideas.

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