I groaned when my words caused him to move faster in excitement and he kissed harder than he had before.

“Let me roll over," I told him, "I want to see my beautiful son over me." “That sounds so much better in person." Paul said as he leaned back on his knees, his cock sliding wetly from me within me.

"I'd watch your movies dreaming of you saying that to me."

“I hope I'm better than the dream," I rolled over on my back, showing off by lifting my leg high enough to go over his head as he kneeled there.

“So much better." He looked down as he knelt between my legs, a look of hunger in his eyes that I hadn't seen in a man other than on a set since I was maybe Paul's age. John would look at me adoringly, but he had never had that mixed look of love and lust Paul was showing me now.

“Then what are you waiting for?" I opened my legs further and put my arms out to him, "Come here, baby boy, come show me how much you want me."

That look of desire was momentarily replaced by one of those sweet smiles that had always melted my heart, but now caused a different type emotion within me, one of need. That need was quickly met, when Paul leaned over me, his hands once again on either side of my shoulders as he entered me.

He tried to do it slowly, but I thrust my hips, driving him deep inside me. Once inside however, I didn't move, just let him dictate the pace. That pace was as slow and steady as when he'd been behind me.

But in this position I could see him and admire how truly handsome my boy was. Paul's gorgeous hazel eyes were showing more green than light brown and even as he slowly pumped me, there was a slight smile on his face, as if he couldn't help but show the sheer joy that he finally had his mother where he'd wanted her.

I put my hands on his chest, then his biceps, admiring the hard muscles beneath his skin. I expected Paul's eyes to be on my breasts, or watching himself fuck me, instead his eyes were on my face and smiling down at me, he said,

"You look amazing in the candle light," he moaned softly when he buried himself inside me, "You're so beautiful, mom."

“Show me." I put my arms around his neck and pulled him into my embrace. Paul lowered himself into my arms and when his lips met mine we both sighed in pleasure.

I wrapped my arms tightly around him, my hands flat on his back, squeezing his muscular shoulders. I put my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper into his mother's formerly forbidden heat. Formerly because I couldn't believe how fucking good he felt inside me.

Paul moaned into our kiss as when I introduced my tongue into his mouth and moved my hips, matching his slow rhythm, He slid his arms beneath mine and it was my turn to groan as my hard nipples pressed into his chest.

His Lips left mine and searched for my neck. I let my head fall back on the pillow making it easy for him to kiss and suck the tender skin of my neck. I returned the attention, kissing his shoulder and rubbing his back while crossing my ankles behind his waist, locking him into me.

“Oh honey" I cooed in his ear, "This feels amazing! You feel amazing!"

“This is all I wanted," He replied in between his heavy breathing, “For you to just let me show you how much I love you."

“Keep showing me," His cock was at the perfect angle, his shaft rubbing my clit as he continued that slow sexy rhythm, "Don't stop showing me," I added, “Please never stop showing me.”

“You mean it?" He asked, "You'll keep letting me?"

“Letting you?" I paused to release a long shuddering moan as my pussy contracted around him and I could feel my climax building within me.

“I won't be letting you, I'll be wanting you and I'll be coming after it if you don't keep giving it to me."

"I don't think that's ever going to happen." He kissed my cheek and laughed softly, "Unless you want me to play hard to get."

“Just play hard." I told him, “Just always be hard for me, baby and always be ready to love me."

Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard Malcolm raving over my great ‘lines’. I did sound like a reject from one of his movies, but the hell with him, and my own former feelings be damned because I meant every word of it.

“I love you." He lifted his head and as my legs tightened around him and my back arched off the bed, in anticipation of my impending explosion.