“Right so we..

“I'm just getting warmed up, you're not going anywhere until you stop whining and man up and fuck me."

I gave his cock a few quick hard sucks, turned my back to him and sat down on his cock. Paul moaned as I put my back against his chest and listing my legs, put my feet on his thighs. I bounced up and down on his cock and reaching over my head, put my arms around him, pulling his head down. Turning to the right, I kissed him, well aware I still had some of his come on my face.

Paul whimpered into the kiss as I rode his dick fast and hard.

“Fuck me!" I told him, “Move your damn hips and fuck your mother Like she needs it, The way you think I do. The way you think only a son can."

“Fuck! I moaned when Paul worked his hips, thrusting into me. I lifted up a little higher to allow him more room to move and fuck me harder. He put his hands on my stomach and pushing his right one between my legs, pressed his fingers into my clit.

“I want to come on my baby boy's dick.“ I kissed him hard, “Make me come again! Show mommy why you're the man who can take care of her."

Paul groaned, but moved his fingers, working my clit in hard fast circles. My pussy was still quivering from the first orgasm, but between his cock plunging rapidly in and out of me and Molly being out of control, I could already feel my body responding.

“Play with that pussy!"

“Mom,"" He whispered, “Don't keep making me do this."

"Oh, this could be a fun scrip’ The son who's whacked off to mommy for years now doesn't want her! If you didn't want me your cock wouldn't be hard and you wouldn't be fucking mi

I moaned as I drove myself down harder and faster.

"But if you need me to keep telling you what to do, I will, now shut up and make me come."

“Mom!"" He exclaimed.

I dug my hand into his hair and pulled it hard enough for him to cry out, “I said shut up and make me come! Then fuck me the way I need it! We stop when you've fucked your mother so good she'll want more! Isn't that what you want? For mommy to be your cock whore?" I gave him a nasty smirk, “Why shouldn't I be, I've been everyone else's cock whore!"

The look on Paul's face told me, he didn't like hearing me talk like that, but tough, it was the truth. The woman he thought he loved was an illusion, this was the real me. A woman so screwed up she was fucking her son to prove it.

Paul's fingers pressed so hard into my clit, I moaned in pain, but it felt good at the same time. I cupped my tits, pinching booth nipples as he now fucked me hard enough to make me yelp.

Like before he was doing everything he could to get me off and get this over with. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back against him and gave both my nipples a hard twist. Another long loud wail exploded from me as my second orgasm in minutes slammed through me. This one was even better as my pussy convulsed around my son's plunging cock.

“Keep fucking me!" I demanded as he had begun to slow up.

“You fuck me until I tell you to sto,

I squirmed and writhed on his lap, yelping and moaning as the orgasm had its way with me. I slumped against Paul when the last tremors passed and when he stopped fucking me, I turned my head and smiled at him.

"Now you get to really fuck me."

I pushed myself up from his lap, his cock making a wet sound as it slid from my sopping slit. Grabbing his hand I tugged on it and with a look of resignation more than desire, he stood up in front of me.

“on your knees." I whispered as I sank to mine on the floor.

When he didn't I took his cock in my mouth and sucked on him, once more tasting my sticky juices from my son's cock. I stopped sucking and pointed to the floor. Paul lowered himself to his knees and turning around, I got on my hands and knees my ass pointing at him, “Let's go, baby boy, time to fuck mommy for real."