We somehow made it to our apartment door. Kevin continued to squeeze my ass and grope between my legs as I struggled to find my keys and get the door unlocked. Once inside, with the door closed behind us, we were all over each other again.
Kevin had a handful of bra cup up under my sweater and a handful of buttock through the seat of my pants.
“My bedroom,” I gasped. “NOW!”
We staggered toward the bedroom, undoing buttons and zippers along the way. Clothes fell away and were tossed aside. My sweater came off over my head easily enough, but the tight pants were more of a challenge. I was still struggling to get them down over the fullest part of my hips when Kevin freed my breasts from my bra and began to kiss and suck my stiff nipples greedily.
We tumbled onto the bed. I got my pants off somehow. Our frantic foreplay went on for awhile with both of us still in our underwear, but eventually my bra and panties joined Kevin’s boxers on the floor. It was only then, with both of us fully naked on the bed, that Kevin realized he didn’t have to take me by force. He knew I wanted him as much as he wanted me.
He paused and took a long hard look at his mother’s body. His face showed a wonderful blend of love and lust, the kind of look I’d wanted for so long to see on a man’s face. I cupped my breasts with my hands and lifted them up, pointing my nipples toward him, and moved my thighs wide apart to give him a good look at my moist pussy lips. I was his, and I wanted him to know it.
But I wanted to be in control of our first fuck. I positioned Kevin on his back, his cock standing straight upward, and knelt astride his hips, facing him. I looked straight into his wide-open eyes as I guided his cock to the entrance to my pussy. I teased us both for a moment, moving my son’s cock up and down along my slit, and then I told him how much I loved him and lowered my hips to take him fully into me. I paused, to let both of us savor the precious moment. Then I moved my hips up and down several times, alternately almost releasing him from the grip of my pussy and then burying him completely within it.
We were on our way. Kevin and I fucked like the crazed animals we were on that Saturday afternoon. Kevin played with my tits, which swung freely above him, and slapped my ass encouragingly. I made sure that the movements of my hips got his cock into those secret places in my cunt that needed to feel his presence, and when I felt my climax creeping up on me it took only a brief touch of a finger alongside my clit to push me over the edge. I let out a shriek and shook violently when I came, but I managed to keep my balance as I continued to fuck my son.
A little later his cock suddenly got bigger and harder, he cried out, “Oh fuck yes!” and my son flooded my pussy with his warm sticky love cream. We had become lovers in the best sense. In every sense. I collapsed on him, and we kissed with passion as our bodies quieted down, still linked.
There was so much I wanted to share sexually with Kevin, so many other ways we would enjoy each other in the hours ahead. And how about the days and weeks and months and, who knows, maybe even years, ahead? Even now, my pussy gets warm and wet just thinking about it.