My sons horse cock had one more mystical trick to perform. It was going to deliver the raw essence which could be transformed into life inside his mother’s crucible.
“MOM! MOM! NOW! YEAH! NOW! AAAHHH!”
He held himself motionless deep inside me and grunted and grunted again and again.
I swear I could feel his cockhead expand and I swear I could feel each gush of hot sperm my body harvested from his. I lost count of the spasms which triggered his release.
I knew I was full, full of my son’s potent cum. In the afterglow of my orgasm, that thought gave me almost as much pleasure. Almost.
My son came to rest on my inert body. I was barely there. Only enough to rub my son’s back and whisper things I can’t remember now.
He kept saying “Mom … Mom.” That was plenty.
He didn’t pull out of me for about five minutes.. He even got a pillow without asking and tucked it under my butt, giving my pelvis its best fertilizing tilt.
“You made me cum. Nick, you made me cum so hard—I nearly passed out.” That was the first fully-conscious thing I said. I knew it was important to him and wanted him to know.
“Mom! That makes me soooo happy! I’m happy for you, and just knowing I could do that for you … I mean …!” He shook his head, as if in disbelief. He must have felt as fully a man as could be.
“And you?” I asked. Maybe I needed a little validation too.
“Mom! I’m telling you! I never came so much in all my life. I just kept cumming and cumming. Nothing’s even close. You must be sooo full right now.”
“So full,” I echoed. I was full of my son’s cum.
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My sons horse cock had one more mystical trick to perform. It was going to deliver the raw essence which could be transformed into life inside his mother’s crucible.
“MOM! MOM! NOW! YEAH! NOW! AAAHHH!”
He held himself motionless deep inside me and grunted and grunted again and again.
I swear I could feel his cockhead expand and I swear I could feel each gush of hot sperm my body harvested from his. I lost count of the spasms which triggered his release.
I knew I was full, full of my son’s potent cum. In the afterglow of my orgasm, that thought gave me almost as much pleasure. Almost.
My son came to rest on my inert body. I was barely there. Only enough to rub my son’s back and whisper things I can’t remember now.
He kept saying “Mom … Mom.” That was plenty.
He didn’t pull out of me for about five minutes.. He even got a pillow without asking and tucked it under my butt, giving my pelvis its best fertilizing tilt.
“You made me cum. Nick, you made me cum so hard—I nearly passed out.” That was the first fully-conscious thing I said. I knew it was important to him and wanted him to know.
“Mom! That makes me soooo happy! I’m happy for you, and just knowing I could do that for you … I mean …!” He shook his head, as if in disbelief. He must have felt as fully a man as could be.
“And you?” I asked. Maybe I needed a little validation too.
“Mom! I’m telling you! I never came so much in all my life. I just kept cumming and cumming. Nothing’s even close. You must be sooo full right now.”
“So full,” I echoed. I was full of my son’s cum.