Mom on Loveseat at late-night part 5

Then they both heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door open down the hall. Mathew Carron's heavy footsteps followed.

With one hand Kameron pushed on his mom's head to keep her in place and stop her from moving, and with the other he gathered what he could of the blanket and threw it over her nude body.

Dad came walking woozily down the hallway and back into the living room. He stood in back of the sofa, just far enough away that Kameron didn't think he could see the bulging blanket that shrouded mom on his lap.

Mathew Carron looked in an unfocused way toward the T.V. screen as though to decide whether there was anything there that required further watching. The T.V. show continued playing but none of them had any idea what was going on.

Mathew Carron pointed vaguely at the television.

"Did she ever find out what she was looking for?" he asked.

Kameron had no idea what his dad was talking about, but he decided to play along.

"Yeah, dad," he said. "I think she's right on top of it." It was all he could think to say.

"Yeah, well," Mathew Carron said, "That Angel always gets what she wants."

"Yes she does," Kameron said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Mathew Carron looked around the room.

"Where's your mom?" he asked.

"Ahhh," said Kameron, "I think she went to the laundry room to get something." He was winging it.

That seemed to satisfy Mathew Carron, who wasn't thinking clearly. He turned and headed toward his bedroom. He swayed a little as he walked.

"I'm going to bed," he said. "Don't turn the show off on account of me. You two just keep doing what you're doing. See you in the morning."

"We will, dad," Kameron said. "Good night!"

When his dad's lumbering footsteps grew quieter and Kameron could hear his parents' bedroom door being closed, he threw the blanket off mom.

She looked up at him, still as a mouse, eyes wide, red lips still wrapped around his thick cock.

Kameron stared at his mom for almost a minute as she tended sweetly to him.

"Sit up, mom," he said.

Mom was naked in front but the dress and bra still clung to her back. Kameron pulled them off her. Then he pulled off his shirt and threw off his shorts and briefs in a quick motion.

Kameron and Roseey sat naked together. Their bodies shone with a light film of sweat in the dim, flickering light coming from the television. The rest of the room lay in darkness.

"I can't stand it anymore, mom," Kameron said, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "I have to fuck you."

Roseey stared at her son, naked. Her breasts heaved with her deep breaths. An hour earlier it would have been unthinkable to hear what he just said to her, and she could not have imagined sitting naked with her son as she was now. But a lot could happen in an hour. Roseey knew now that he would fuck her, and she wanted him to fuck her.

Kameron's eyes swept over his mom's nude body -- the heavy breasts, the flat belly, the shapely legs, and the thick, wild pussy lips between them. He grabbed mom's hips in his hands.

Roseey felt herself lifted with astonishing ease. She knew what her son was doing but marveled at how easily he did it. She held her legs open in expectation and readied herself. She was about to experience her son in a way she'd never dreamed of.

And she wanted it, more badly than anything.

Kameron's cock stood straight and hard and improbably long over his lap, and he held his pretty mom in his hands over it. Then he pulled her down on top of him.

Kameron's cock head found its target without hesitation. He felt the hard tip push against mom's fleshy lips and spread them back and to the side, and then he felt himself slide into her wetness. Deeper, deeper, deeper; he kept pressing.

It took all of Roseey's self-control to stop from crying out at being speared by her son.

No man ever had filled her so completely or plumbed her so deeply. She wouldn't have thought she could have taken a cock that big that deep. Surely it would have knocked something aside inside her? But no -- somehow her body accommodated her son, fully.

Roseey felt Kameron grip her hips more tightly and push his cock into her even more deeply. She was startled and worried that her body couldn't accommodate him, so she tried to rock her body in the same direction of his cock. But Kameron wouldn't let her. His grip on her hips was like iron and he stopped her from moving away as he ground his shaft into her, all the way, as deep as he could go.

Roseey moaned. She couldn't help it. She had to hope that her husband already was asleep or couldn't hear her through the closed bedroom door.

Then Kameron moved her body up and brought her down hard again. Up and down, rocking against her, Kameron fucked his pretty mom on his lap.

Roseey gave up all resistance and surrendered to the onslaught of her son's need.

Kameron's need was relentless, stoked by the heat and the days of frustration and the sight of his beautiful mother impaled on his shaft and obviously enjoying her submission to him. He pushed into her, again and again, staking his claim to his mom's body with every deep thrust.

After fucking her on his lap for several minutes, Kameron lifted himself and his mom off the sofa. Roseey admired his strength and his ability to move her about as he wished so easily.

Holding mom fast to his body, Kameron turned around and then lay his mom with her back on the sofa. He was still inside her, and he didn't let her go as he lay her back all the way and he spread her legs apart to savor the sight of his hardness buried in her to the hilt.

Then he began fucking her in a fast rhythm that got even faster as he kept going.

Kameron took his mom's legs in his strong hands and spread them back even farther so he could enjoy the sight of her and enter her more deeply.

He looked at his mom underneath him in awe. Her whole body shook under the force of the hard fucking, and her ample breasts bounced and swayed, her hard, long nipples pointing in every direction.

There's nothing like fucking your mother, Kameron thought. Nothing in all the whole, wide world like it.

Roseey couldn't think at all. She was pure sensation -- bliss, joy, passion, surrender -- under the barrage of her son's relentless pounding of her body.

Kameron felt the surge inside him coming. It was welling up inside him, and he wasn't going to hold back. A week's worth of cum was on its way.

This is for you, mom, he thought.

He erupted inside her, filling her with his seed. Thick spurt after thick spurt.

Roseey felt her body give way and she came too. Her body bucked uncontrollably against her son.

Kameron still was filling her but he wanted to see it. He pulled out and pointed his cock at his mom's belly. Thick ropes of white cum spurted and splattered all over her -- mostly on her belly but drops and splotches of it on her thighs and pussy, as well, and a sprinkling of it on her breasts as well.

Kameron pumped away at his cock with his hand to empty himself all over his mom. Her body spasmed and rocked with abandon while he did so, as her orgasm continued sweeping through her in waves

They slowed down. Their bodies grew still and quiet together and they stared into each other's eyes.

Roseey looked at the thick layer of white sloppy goo on her belly. She reached down and smeared it over her torso. Then she scooped as much of it as she could with two fingers and brought them to her mouth. She licked her fingers clean with a loud smack.

Kameron reached out his hand. He swept it lovingly over his mom's sweat-soaked, cum-spattered body.

"I think you're going to have to take a shower," Kameron said. "What would dad think if he found you with my cum all over you?"

"I'm not going to shower," she said. "I'm going to bed like this, marked by you. It'll dry on me and I can wash it off in the morning. Your dad's too drunk to notice."

Kameron sat down on the sofa and engulfed his mom in his arms. He held her, gently.

The air conditioner had been off for nearly an hour, and the summer heat had returned to the living room, but Roseey didn't mind. She sat hot and sticky in her son's arms, and she liked it. The heat had brought out a passion she'd never felt before, and she didn't want to let go of it.

The flickering light from the television distracted them. Roseey and Kameron, mother and son, turned toward the screen at the same time. The show was over and the credits were rolling.

"I like that show," Roseey said, clinging to Kameron's neck and panting in his ear as she said it.

Kameron agreed. He couldn't wait for the next episode.