“M- Mrs. Parker… I- I think we s-should stop now.”
I barely heard him, and his words didn’t even make sense to me. All I cared about now was getting my orgasm. His cock was so delicious – thick and curved just right. I had been straddling his young, hard body, impaling myself on his strong, hard cock long enough to sweat; long enough feel the burn in my thighs as well as the rising tingle in pussy and not let it stop me from rising up and grinding down again, and again on a shaft that seemed to swell bigger the closer I got.
“You’ve gotta- I’m gonna-”
It was that last thickening and twitching of it that pushed me over the edge. I slammed myself down on him and shuddered, my pussy clamping down hard.
It was then I felt that molten eruption of his cum shooting into me. I thought I was climaxing before. Oh my god, this took it to overload and I actually screamed in pleasure. He’d half been trying to pull me off as I pushed down on him, but in the moment of his release, his animal instincts took over and he held my hips and bucked up into me. It was the first orgasm I’d had not with a toy since Peter passed, and easily one of the best of my life.
“Oh my god, oh my god…” he kept repeating in a whisper as we both started coming down from the heights.
I smiled down at him, still squeezing him inside.
“I can understand what my daughter sees in you. I’m going to expect lots of grandchildren from you two. And lots of visits.”