He had tears in his eyes when he lowered his head and kissed me. He moved his hips faster, his cock driving deeper and harder than he had before and digging my nails into his back, I opened my mouth in a soundless 0, my body trembling as I teetered on the edge.

Breaking the kiss he whispered, “Mom, Mary, Molly; I love every part of you, always have, and always will.”

His words along with the now longer harder and delicious strokes of his cock sent me over the edge. I cried out softly in his ear as my hips bucked beneath him and my pussy convulsed around my son's hard flesh.

Unlike my normal explosive orgasms this one was powerful, but slow and lasting. I squirmed and writhed beneath my son as he continued to move within me, keeping perfect time with my thrusting hips.

Paul was breathing harder in my ear and his back tensed beneath my hands as his mother's pussy quivered and contracted around him, sucking greedily at his plunging cock, pulling him deeper into me.

I moaned his name repeatedly as the waves of pleasure continued flow through me. Paul slowed down, trying to outlast me and I decided to reward him for doing so. My head fell back on the pillow as the last of the long sensual orgasm left me a quivering wet hot mess, but a satisfied one.

Paul's lips immediately fastened to my throat, kissing and licking while his thrusts slowed even more. I could tell he was close, but seemed to be trying to make this last as long as possible.

“Roll over with me." I told him.

“I...I Like you like this." He told me, "You look so good under me."

“and you look good over me, but I bet we'd look just as good in reverse." I gave his shoulders a gentle push, “How about you let your mother do the work?"

“If you put it that way." Paul grinned, when caused me to release a startled yelp when, with a wrench of his shoulders and hips, he rolled us over.

I laughed as I was now on top of him and sitting up, ground my hips in slow circles, working his cock around my wet and very happy pussy.

“Wow, you were right." Paul gasped beneath me, “You look damn good."

“Not looking bad yourself, baby boy." I now moved my hips back and forth, teasing him within me.

Paul's hands found my breasts and I sighed contentedly when he rolled my nipples between his fingers. I braced my hands on his chest and now moved up and down, riding his beautiful cock. I had a bad moment, remembering how several hours ago I'd been in this same position, but that time Paul had been struggling beneath me, begging me to stop.

I pushed that image away as quickly as it had come. No more depressing thoughts, no more conflict or turmoil. I was having phenomenal sex with a man who truly desired me for who I was, not who I played and made me feel truly loved.

The fact it was my son making me feel that way was no longer a source of conflict to me, in fact I had to admit it was adding to my enjoyment. The taboo thrill my movies had supplied to all the kinksters I had mocked was now adding to my passion.

I was having sex with my son and it was as amazing as the people Like Malcolm made it out to be and it was because I could feel our mutual love for each other as much as I could his amazing young body.

I leaned over him and lowered my breasts to his face, teasingly moving them back and forth, as his eager tongue flicked out to lick each nipple as it passed. He put his arms around me and holding me still captured my left nipple in his mouth and sucked gently on it.

I moved my hips in the same slow rhythm he had pleasured me with. No wildcat fucking, no fake moaning and exaggerated bucking of my hips, just a slow sensual ride on my babies cock. The cock that was so hard for his mother, the one she had just cum on and now wanted to feel cum inside her.

It wouldn't be long before that wish would be fulfilled. Paul was whimpering around my nipple and his hips were now moving. Finally losing the control that seemed beyond his years he had had been exhibiting earlier, he was thrusting desperately up into my descending pussy.

I eased my breast from his mouth and lowered myself down to him, pressing my nipples into his chest. As he had done, I slid my arms under his and locked my legs tightly around his waist. I kissed him softly and he moaned into my lips as I moved my hips faster, encouraging his impending release.

“There you go," I whispered in his ear when his hips moved even faster and his moans became more desperate.

“Let it go, baby, let me feel it." When Paul's cock twitched and erupted inside me, my eyes rolled back and I moaned in shameless pleasure as my son filled me with is warm cum.

“Oh, oh, mom." He groaned as I contracted my pussy, milking his spurting cock as I continued to ride him.