Secret Affair With Friend's Son 05

"Suck on my tits." I gasped in heavy breaths. "Please, baby, suck on my big titties."

Adam encircled both breasts in his hands, pressing to push out my nipples and leaning forward to hungrily plant his mouth on them. He sucked and I watched his cheeks grow hollow from the vacuum, sliding the tip of his tongue against each pointy nub in turns. It felt so fucking good already, but then he pulled back and bit on them, and I screamed as I came.

I let him suck and slurp on my tits for another solid minute, still stroking his cock in one hand, all the while riding the waves of an intense orgasm. My other had begun to tire from the merciless pounding I'd been giving himself, and after finally coming back down to earth, I thought it a good moment to add to Adam's rapidly growing list of expertise.

"Here." I stopped fucking myself and pulled out the completely drenched dildo. Adam parted his mouth from my now-swollen, sensitive nipple and looked up as I brought it near his face. "Fuck me with it."

I let go of his cock as he quickly moved to lean over my legs, taking the toy from my hand and lining it up with my pussy. Both my hands now free, I moved them up to my chest, firmly grasping each breast.

"Go ahead, slide it in me." I guided him, watching as he brought it forth and re-entered my depths. He didn't waste any time, mimicking my earlier pace and beginning to vigorously dildo-fuck my pussy.

He watched the glass toy enter and exit my pussy in sheer excitement, while my own eyes found the massive, dangling cock between his legs and took note of how hard it was. I was just about to ask if he wanted me to take care of it when he parted his lips, his question suggestive of something similar.

"Do you prefer this over the real thing?"

I smiled at him. For a boy that had been so direct in his confession of love, he sure was indirect with his intentions.

He obviously knew the answer. If it were his cock fucking me for as long as that six inch glass piece had, I'd have cum twice if not thrice already. And if I'd preferred it over the real thing, I certainly wouldn't have left it back at home when planning a multi-day stay where the two of us would be completely and entirely alone. No, even if he wouldn't say it directly, I knew the real intention behind his question. The hardness of his cock and the fullness of his balls made that all too clear.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" I raised an eyebrow at him, still smiling, and a timid one of his own spread on his lips.

"Oh no, no. I was just asking." He lied through his teeth.

"So you don't want to fuck me?" I shot back, raising my eyebrow further.

"I... uh..." Adam searched for an answer, halting his aggression against my pussy using the glass dildo.

I laughed, before spreading my legs wider and removing my hands from my chest to outstretch them behind my head, propping my tits up in their giant, round firmness. Adam gulped down the saliva formed in his mouth, staring in awe.

"Adam..." I said, pulling him back to reality. He looked up and our eyes met, when I finally told him what he wanted to hear.

"Fuck me."

A large grin spread on his face, his question having achieved the desired result, as he quickly pulled the dildo out from my clenching pussy. I took it from his hands, while he further parted my spread thighs and moved himself between them.

"And for what it's worth..." I brought the dildo closer to my face, completely drenched and glistening from my juices. "I prefer your cock."

I slid the glass toy inside my mouth, sucking and slurping on my own cum and closing my eyes to savor the taste. Adam had aligned the head of his hard cock against the entrance to my pussy, but hadn't filled me up yet. Seeing me suck on the artificial cock before him, one that had just minutes prior been buried deep inside me, he lost all semblance of restraint and immediately let his hips descend. In one deep stroke, he buried his entire girthy length to the brim inside my pussy.

My eyes rolled back and my back arched, with what would otherwise be a loud scream of pleasure held back by the dildo in my mouth. I pulled it out, gasping breathily as Adam raised his hips and began to absolutely pound my tight little cunt.

"Oh fuck, baby. Mmm-" I squirmed under him, unprepared for the sudden, unexpected, lust-driven assault. "Come here."

I grabbed onto his neck and pulled him over me, planting his lips on my own. Our tongues wrestling with each other, Adam brought up a hand to squeeze my massive right tit as he continued to pummel my pussy with deep, hard strokes. There was a sense of immense urgency in his movements, and he really had been driven absolutely mad with lust.

I reached for the hem of his shirt, breaking our kiss as he leaned back to let me pull it off of him, before diving back down and latching his mouth back onto mine. My bare tits now directly in contact with his chest, he drove his hips into mine in an impatient frenzy, clearly searching for release.

Soon he made his way down, using both hands to paw at my huge rack and sucking on my still-swollen nipples, all the while his massive, hard cock stretched and slathered the walls of my tight little pussy. This felt so much fucking better than the glass dildo, and I felt another orgasm approaching.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pushed him deeper with each stroke, yearning for release. Soon I'd reached the absolute edge of the threshold.

"I'm... gonna cum..." I heard him groan into my tits, his face firmly planted between the sweaty globes, but I didn't hear him, too close to my own release.

When he noticed that I wasn't loosening the grip of my legs around his waist, he looked up, announcing again.

"Jennifer... I'm... I'm gonna cum." He said through deep breaths, but still drove his hips frantically into mine. I heard him this time, parting my eyes to look in his, but it was too late. I was just a few strokes away from crossing the threshold, and instead of untying my legs, I tightened them further, pulling him even deeper into me with each pump.

I screamed, and Adam did too. My body shook in violent, excruciatingly pleasurable tremors underneath the weight of his, as I felt wave after wave of a deep, mind-numbing orgasm spread from my core.

In a last-ditch effort to keep himself from coming, Adam halted his pumps, keeping himself fully buried inside me and hoping to ride through the powerful contractions of my walls. But it was too much, and I felt him cum inside me, absolutely blasting my depths with spurt after spurt of his thick, copious semen.

Once the bridge had fallen, Adam felt no point of holding back. He couldn't pull out because I wasn't uncrossing my legs, too lost in the throes of pleasure to process reason. So he began to pump again, his own orgasm crossing the threshold into a mind-numbing one as he ejected a gargantuan amount of his cum into my clenching pussy.

Feeling his thick, gooey and piping hot semen paint my insides coupled with his readded pumps led only to the enhancement of my own orgasm, as I wailed and howled uncontrollably beneath him.

Streams of white began to leak onto the bed from the sides of our conjoinment of cock and pussy as he came more and more, not enough space inside my trembling cunt to contain his enormous load.

What felt like another solid minute later, we finally started to come back down, panting deeply and heavily, our bodies a hot, glistening mesh of sweat. We lay silently in each other's arms, his head still firmly planted between my heavy breasts while my own faced the ceiling, eyes still closed in post-orgasmic bliss.

Adam was the first to regain any semblance of power in his limbs, propping himself out from between my cleavage and looking up at me. I felt his movement and opened my eyes, looking down.

He had on his face a completely distraught expression, severely anxious of the gallon of cum he'd just unloaded inside me.

"I'm... I'm so sorry. I tried pulling out but-" I raised my hand and placed a finger on his lips, shushing him. I saw the child-like innocence in his face, his eyes completely and thoroughly apologetic for something that wasn't his fault, the same way a child's would be when they were admonished for something they played no part in doing. It brought back memories I had of him as a kid, and how despite now having grown to be a strong, young man, his eyes still had the same innocent purity they'd had in them all the way back then.

"You have beautiful eyes." I smiled, and Adam grew further flustered, his expression shifting to one of confusion over why he wasn't being yelled at for coming inside his mother's best friend.

There were layers to it, the first being that it wasn't his fault. Not only had I not loosened the grip around his waist and let him pull out, I'd also been fucking him bareback this entire time, selfishly not demanding him to wear a condom so I could feel his massive cock flesh-on-flesh. The second layer was the fact that I'd expected this to happen sooner or later. We could try and be careful as much as we wanted, but with how much and how passionately we were fucking, him emptying a load of his rich, virile semen inside me was bound to happen at least once. And now it had.

I'd stopped taking birth control after an ugly breakup a couple months back, not expecting to be fucking so often again any time soon. I'd also been in denial of our sexual relationship this entire time, expecting each bout of sex to be the last and spending too long in admitting my powerlessness in resisting. So that, too had been an omission on my end. Regardless, it was easier to accept that it had happened and treating it as a one-time mistake rather than something to dwell on. I made a mental note to pick up a Plan B on the way home, and book an appointment with my doctor to restart my prescription of birth control.

"It's not your fault, don't worry." I smiled down at his confused face. "Let's just be more careful next time."

Adam sighed with relief, mountains of guilt and exasperation washing off his shoulders and face upon hearing my words. His expression returned to normalcy, and soon he smiled back.

It was then that we both felt it. Now that the impending issue of the massive load of cum painting my inner walls had been dealt with, we'd both returned to the present, and it was difficult to say which one of us felt it first.

Adam was still completely hard inside me.

Our eyes remained locked onto each other's, and as sensation began returning to both our bodies after our mutual mind-numbing orgasms, the realization of just how good it felt to have him buried to the hilt, completely hard inside me wasn't a distant one.

Sweat was running down Adam's forehead, dripping down into the canyon of cleavage between my breasts - breasts already glistening with their own sheen of exertion. Adam broke our eyelock, looking down directly at them, taking in the enormous bags of sweaty, smooth flesh and the still-hard nipples that adorned them. He looked further south and saw beyond my toned naval his giant, hard cock, still buried balls-deep inside my stretched-open, flooded pussy.

He looked back up, and our gazes met again. He searched for permission in my eyes, and I nodded.

Bringing his hands back up to latch onto my slippery tits, Adam raised his hips and slowly pulled out. I gasped, my pussy overly sensitive in its post-orgasmic state and overly lubricated from thick bands of his cum. Adam raised his hips further till only the head of his obscene cock remained lodged in my entrance, and then, eyes still locked onto mine, he pushed.

I threw my head back, my back arching and pushing my big tits further into his hands, while Adam completed a full stroke before pulling back out and repeating. Another few repetitions later, he set a moderate, steady rhythm and began to fuck me again.

The 'next time' I'd mentioned earlier when advising us to be more careful had come sooner than the either of us had expected. I softly moaned as Adam took to drilling my thoroughly lubricated, still tight and clenching pussy again. Keeping his hands on my tits, he pushed himself up on his elbows, eyeing the undulation of my body underneath him as his hips remained determined in their movements.

Collecting myself after a short adjustment to the reinitiated sex, I raised my head back up.

"Take my legs over your shoulders." I said.

Adam stopped fucking me, but kept himself buried to the balls. He made space to maneuver my legs, before taking one over each shoulder.

"Like this?" He asked.

"Yes..." I looked up at him, completely exposed and powerless in our new position to hold him back from anything he wanted to do to me.

Adam leaned down, stretching my legs out further as they remained planted over his broad shoulders, and resumed his drilling of my pussy. I moaned as my face distorted to an expression of pleasure, watching him rail me and now in complete control of how he wished to do so.

"Did you ever fantasize about this?" I asked breathily. I'd subconsciously taken the responsibility of sexually educating him, and if this weren't his introduction to a new position, it would at least be his first time experiencing it. "About fucking me like this?"

"I..." Adam attempted to respond under heavy breaths, his attention entirely focused on pumping his meat inside me. "I did..." He managed to say, before speeding up his strokes.

"Mmm..." I moaned, my pussy responding to his increased pace.

With my legs over his shoulders, and my naked, bouncing body underneath his and completely powerless in hoping to do anything but take his dick, my submissive streak began to rise to the surface. He was absolutely jackhammering my pussy, all the while I stared at his exerting face with a partially open mouth, sweat dripping down and onto my huge, jiggling tits.

I felt another orgasm approaching, my moans of ecstasy only urging his slamming hips to hammer faster. My submissive streak from earlier fully reached the surface, and out came a side of me Adam had yet to see.

"Yes... keep fucking me..." I moaned, staring at him, and he managed to somehow make his cock slam into me even harder. But I wasn't finished with my request. I still had to top it off with one, last enticing word.

"... daddy."

Adam's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth. He was already fucking me a fair share of hard, but hearing the new title I'd just given him, his hips went into overdrive, and he started absolutely destroying my pussy.

"Yesss..." I squealed under his thrusts. "Make me cum, daddy..."

I'd called a few men I'd been particularly kinky in bed with daddy before, mostly at their request, but never an eighteen year old. That too, one that hadn't even asked for it. I felt absolutely filthy and deranged, the taboo of our relationship reaching new heights. But I loved it. I loved every single filthy, deranged second of it.

Adam lost his bearings as soon as the word escaped my lips, unaware of his own physical limits and he used my pussy to milk his cock in the deepest, hardest strokes he'd given me yet. I felt my eyes roll back, and I came.

My head dropped into the covers as I shook out of control. As was tradition, Adam kept fucking me through it, making me twist and jerk on his rampaging cock as I felt my heart beating out of my chest. My legs were still over his shoulders, and the tremors I experienced as I came gained violence to the point where they threatened to push him off of me. In a countermeasure, Adam let his body fall on top of me, my legs completely outstretched and pushing into my own shoulders now, while my heaving breasts squished tightly into his chest.

Adam's pumps grew gradually weaker and weaker as I came down from my high, eventually coming to a halt altogether, my body now limp and beat underneath him.

Adam raised himself just enough to let my legs drop from his shoulders, before dropping again and planting his lips on mine. He kissed me and I kissed him back, slowly recovering from the third orgasm he'd given me in a single day.

But he was still hard, and as the passion of his kisses told me, nowhere near finished. Once I'd fully recovered, I felt him move his hips again, fucking my sloppy pussy at a slow, gradual pace.

Our lips parted and I looked up at him, his body completely pressed into mine. My submissive streak from earlier was still fresh in both our heads, and we contemplated on whether it demanded any words. He was still lightly pumping his cock inside me, and the filth of calling my best friend's eighteen year old son 'daddy' made my insides churn further. But they weren't churns of regret. They were churns of hot, nasty lust, and I knew exactly what to couple them with.

"I want you to fuck me from behind." I grinned at him, a strong hint of evil in my words. Because only evil would compel a thirty-two year old woman to say to her best friend's eighteen year old son what I intended to in that moment.

"Will you fuck me from behind, daddy?"

Adam's face strained in agony. Agony of the lust coursing through his veins, hearing his life-long crush, a woman fourteen years his elder and a woman with the biggest, hottest pair of tits and ass and the tightest fucking body he'd ever seen calling him daddy.

I giggled and pushed him off of me, twisting onto my stomach before raising myself on all fours. Thrusting my ass out and arching my back for him, I looked back at him invitingly.

Adam hurriedly climbed over, grabbing hold of my full, round ass and wasting no time in pointing his hard, dripping cock at my entrance. I moaned at the end of his cock as he took to slamming my ass, loud, smacking sounds filling the room whenever his crotch made hard, tumultuous contact with my massive rump.

Our bodies colliding at the end of each thrust, the shlick of his cock entering and exiting my soaked pussy and our involuntary, throaty groans were the only sounds to fill the room, until Adam decided to add his own.

"You like that... slut?"

My expression changed from one of pleasure to one of complete surprise as I immediately looked back at him. The instant reaction filled him with anxiety, as he stopped thrusting his hips against my ass.

"What did you say?" I asked.

"I... I thought you liked it..." He responded, a hint of embarrassment beginning to adorn his face. "Last night you wanted me to call you that, so..." He went on, searching for words. I let him search for a bit, a war waging inside my head with one side ordering to grant him mercy with the other demanding to let it continue, the moment too cute to end without savoring. He searched some more, before finally giving up completely.

"... Sorry."

I let out the massive giggle I'd been holding back, and grinned widely at him. Now this I was sure I could never experience with anyone else. The boy was giving me backshots and somehow still managed to be absolutely adorable.

I chose to finally grant him mercy, returning my focus to educating him.

"No, no, don't apologize." I finally said, driving my ass back at him. "I love it. Say it again."

Adam took a second sigh of relief in just the past hour, and smiled at the lack of anger he'd been expecting. He tightened his grip on my cheeks and started fucking me again, as I turned my head back around and impatiently waited for his second attempt at talking dirty.

"You... beautiful slut." He said, and it took all my willpower to not just burst out laughing. I'd been called a little slut, a hot slut, a dirty slut, a nasty slut, but beautiful slut was a first.

He was just too fucking cute.

I was proud of him for gathering up the courage to say the words, but he was still in dire need of some guidance.

"You like getting fucked, don't you?" He tried again. Hmmm, still needed improvement.