My husband and I had been trying to get pregnant again for some time now. Our son was getting older and would be leaving home in a few years, and we wanted another child before then. Unfortunately, though, it had been about three years of attempts, and I still wasn't pregnant. I was getting rather frustrated with the whole process because sex just wasn't fun anymore.
We continued in this way for almost three months – I would spend a half hour before any meeting with my arms wrapped around her hips, holding her up off her chair and letting her thrust and buck against my mouth as I slowly licked and tongued her out of her mind. I was in heaven – a gorgeous, sexy, wonderful woman was almost dependent on me for pleasure. I was fairly sure I was her only source of orgasm at this point – from her reactions to my touches, I don't think she was pleasuring herself at all anymore. If she hadn't had a meeting in a couple of weeks, she would often come within only a minute or two.
After the boring speeches and cutting the cake, the music started and people began to meander onto the dance floor.
My sister was one of the first one's up there, shaking her ample assets and that Kim Kardashian-like ass around. Before long she had grabbed me and we were both doing our 'groove thing.'
"OH FUCK MOM...FUCK MY BIG DICK," He cried out as I picked up the pace.
I began to slap my ass against his thighs as my big tits jumped and bounced around. I pressed my hands into his chest to leverage myself up. It took a lot of effort in my legs and arms to be able to bounce high enough on his dick to then enjoy the full force of it as I thrusted back down on it, bumping the very depths of my cunt.