Marcus

"Come on. Fuck my goddamned pussy. Fuck me like the slut I am." I hissed hiking a leg up and wrapping my arm in behind it to hold my drooling pussy open for my son as he held a hand full of blonde hair and powered his big cock into me ruthlessly.

"Take it, you fucking slut." Marcus grunted as he shoved into me harder knocking the wind from me.

"Yeah! That's it! Screw my slut pussy hard! Just like that! Make me take that fucking cock!" I cried.

Shoving my head into the seat of the couch Marcus yanked his cock from my greedy hole and shoved it into my asshole.

"Fuckkkkkkkk!" I screamed in pleasure as my legs instantly started shaking in orgasm.

Holding my hips tight.
Marcus began jackhammering into my asshole with little to no regard for my pleasures at all.

This was all about him and his needs and wants.

Marcus was screwing my asshole for his pleasure which was a level of ecstasy that most women don't reach.

I couldn't hold back any longer and erupted like a volcano spraying pussy juice everywhere screaming in pleasure.

Moments later Marcus shoved into me as hard filling me with his entire eight inches and blasted my guts full of his yummy nut juice.

As soon as Marcus was done filling my guts full of cum, he leaned back and pulled me with him.

As I rolled over quivering Marcus grabbed my hair and guided my mouth to his cock.

Holding his cum laden dick he shoved my mouth down on his cock.

Greedily I opened my mouth and started sucking him clean eagerly enjoying the taste of my asshole and his hot cum.

"Eat my fucking cock you stupid slut!" Marcus growled as I slurped and sucked him clean.

I learned a long time ago sex is not always gentle, easy, and caring.

Sometimes it's rough, brutal, and vial.
There is no hugging and caressing.
It is fucking.
Straight fucking to burn up the pent-up frustrations.

Marcus loves me and I love him.

That is why we can fuck each other the way we do.

When I want to fuck him and take control he lets me.

But, it works both ways.

More than once I've burned dinner because Marcus was plowing me on the kitchen table or had me on the kitchen floor feeding me his sexy cock.

I love fucking Marcus.
We don't have sex every day.
But, we don't miss many days either.

Marcus has been my lover for almost eight years now.

After his father died I fell to pieces and when I picked myself there was Marcus.

He didn't stay with me in hopes of me falling in love with him.
He stayed with me because I am his mother and it was the right thing to do.

I was the one that turned it sexual.

Marcus looks nothing like his father or me.

Marcus is tall and lean with broad shoulders and a square jaw.

He is soft and gentle.
But, direct and serious.

Marcus had been taking me to movies and out to eat on occasions.
Once a month or so.

But, we spent a lot of time together.

We lived together.

Marcus never did anything out of way.

Sure he playfully flirted with me.
But, nothing serious.
To him anyway.
It was just his nature.

Somewhere along the lines, I started taking him serious with his flirting.

I tried a few times to tell Marcus I was having feelings for him.
But, it never came out right.

I had been thinking of what to do about my feelings.

So I devised a plan and set everything up.

"Hey, sweety. How about we go out tonight." I sent it to Marcus.

"Emma? Are you asking me on a date?" Marcus sent back.

"That's exactly what I'm doing." I sent back smiling.

"I'm in." Marcus sent back.

I pulled my thick blonde hair back in a French braid, painted my lips red, and highlighted my green eyes.

White come fuck me sleeveless, knee-high satin dress with a slit up the side hugged my 5'3" 130 pounds 34D-27-39 figure just right hugging each one of my curves perfectly.

I made reservations at a very nice Italian restaurant.

I made reservations

Matching lace high cut thong panties and bra set almost glowed against my deep, richly tanned skin.

I knew Marcus would shower before he came upstairs.

So I took the liberty to lay out his clothes for him.

A new pair of blue jeans I had bought him earlier in the day a white long sleeve button-up shirt and a nice jacket and a pair of very sexy black bikini underwear.

I knew he would be shaved smooth from some of our conversations.

"Wow!" Marcus said loudly looking at me with a big smile.

"You don't look to bad yourself." I grinned sexily admiring his physic.

"Come on stud. We have reservations at seven." I grinned leading the way to the car giving my sexy bubble butt a nice enticing wiggle.

I turned on my best charm.
I knew what to say and how to say it to seduce a man and I used every trick in my book on the way to dinner.

"You two look so happy together." An older woman said as we sat waiting at our table.

"Thank you." I smiled proudly leaning into Marcus.

Marcus held my hand as we were led to our table.

I intentionally reserved a table in the back away from the crowd.

It cost me an extra fifty.
But, I didn't care.
I wanted privacy.

Our dinner was candlelit and very romantic.

Marcus casually flirted with me clueless to what he was doing to me.

I think if he had wanted I would have climbed under the table and sucked his dick right there I was so horny.

After our dinner, we went dancing.
That is where I left no guessing about what I had on my mind and what I wanted.

I made that plain when I pulled him to me and kissed him deep and passionately as we moved slowly across the dance floor.

When we broke our kiss Marcus looked at me with questioning eyes.

"I need you," I whispered seductively to Marcus holding him close.

"Let's go home." He whispered back at me holding me close looking me in the eye.

"I've got a better idea." I grinned mischievously. "Let's go up to our suite instead."

I had thought everything out including the honeymoon suite on the top floor.

"Suite?" Marcus smiled.

"Suite. Now come on." I grinned playfully pulling him along.

We were in a deep passionate kiss when the elevator door opened to a couple just a bit older than me. Shocking both of us.

"We will catch the next one." The gentleman chuckled as the woman gave me a thumbs up.

Marcus took his time with me.

We explored each other's bodies and made deep passionate love touching others' souls.

I didn't even try to keep track of my orgasms.

We fucked, sucked, licked, and slurped each other into exhaustion.

I woke later in the night curled up next to Marcus's naked body feeling alive and rejuvenated.

Slipping under the covers I took Marcus in my mouth till he was begging for mercy.
Then I slithered up his young lean body and rode him till I was pumped full of his yummy love honey.

I woke the next morning to an empty bed and a scare.

I instantly went into a panic and went looking for Marcus.

To my relief, I found him in the shower.

"Care for some company?" I smiled as I stepped into the shower instantly wanting him inside me.

Instantly I went straight to seducing Marcus.

I looked Marcus in the eye with my back against the wall my legs spread wide holding his wrist as I came on hard his sexy cock.

I wanted him to know I was his.
I was giving all of me.

As we are our breakfast Marcus and I talked about our situation.

I told him I didn't care what people thought.

He informed me one of us could end up in jail.

It was decided we would sell our home and move to where we could start fresh.

I was hanging onto the frame with my back Marcus and my feet off the floor taking a tremendous pounding when room service walked in on us.

We had missed check-out time.

There is more to us than sex.

But it is a big part of who we are.

Marcus is now thirty and I'm forty-six.
My only worry is I'll get to old to fuck before he is.

If that ever happens I'll make sure he is taken care of.