Chapter 62: Turn Around
Ahem
Denzel, upon getting to the door, cleared his throat as he steadied his feet at the door. Then, he opened it.
His eyes were caught by the faint candlelight glowing from a small candle lamp being held right afront of his door.
The first thing the candlelight revealed that caught Denzel’s attention was a pair of exposed foily breasts, huge and large, with cleavage visible.
A sudden sensation ran through him.
His eyes quickly darted away from the bosoms he had just been blessed with, then back again as he processed what he was seeing. In time, he finally recognized who was standing in front of his door, it was Maria.
A smile immediately formed on Denzel’s face.
’So I didn’t even have to go to her. She came to me.’
He spoke. "Mum"
Maria, on her part, had a shocked expression as well. She stared at him, clearly surprised to see him there.
"Ah, Denzel" she managed to say.
Denzel quickly followed up. "What are you doing here?"
Maria tried to respond, but for a moment, nothing properly came out of her mouth. She just stood there, frozen in place.
There was no clear explanation she could give. She already knew it. She was half-dressed, standing there in the middle of the night.
Her cheeks burned heavily with embarrassment as she finally pushed herself forward, unexpectedly closing the distance between them.
Without warning, she locked her lips against Denzel’s, pushing into a firm kiss.
At first, it was soft and hesitant.
She slowly pulled back just slightly, her eyes flickering up to meet his again.
Then she moved in once more.
Denzel didn’t step away. Instead, his hand rose and gently wrapped around her, not faltering in searching for her marvelous mountain like ass cheeks.
She stepped forward fully as Denzel guided, the lamp slipping from her hand and landing on the nearby table as it flickered.
They continued kissing in the dim light, the silence between them thick and heavy.
’So she really came to me. Looks like I’m not the only one who wants a second go at our fuck’
Denzel didn’t hesitate. He squeezed into her ass cheeks viciously, which did nothing more than to harden his length.
Maria as well didn’t hesitate, because without a need for Denzel’s commanded, somehow she had already gotten down to her knees. And in one quick glide she undressed him, releasing his kraken which sprang free, ready to be feasted on.
And so, her hand moved, grabbing tightly against Denzel’s cock as she began her swift stroke of his shaft.
Stroke! Stroke! Stroke!
The sound of her strokes was rhythmic—wet, deliberate, hypnotic.
Her hand moved with a tender urgency, gliding over his thick, pulsing shaft, coaxing every throb with sensual precision.
She didn’t stop.
Her strokes quickened, smooth and relentless, pleasure laced into every movement.
And with every sharp jerk of her wrist, her breasts quivered reciprocally, her soft mounds bouncing and tumbling with the rhythm, straining against the tension that filled the air.
’Fucking hell, she’s gotten better’
The thought echoed in Denzel’s mind as he clenched his fists, hips twitching subtly, straining not to lose himself too soon.
She had both hands wrapped tightly around his thick, throbbing length, gliding up and down with quick, deliberate strokes like she was trying to pull the very essence of him out, one stroke at a time.
She didn’t falter. Her grip tightened. Her movements quickened.
Every motion was fueled by heat, by need. The wet sounds of her stroking filled the air, blending with the soft gasp of her breath.
Her chest swayed with every motion, breasts quivering, nipples hard against the cool air. But her thoughts were elsewhere dark, hot, and drenched in longing.
’I want to taste him.’ she thought, biting her lip as her hands kept moving, stroking him with a soft, aching rhythm.
’ If I use my mouth it’ll please him more, right? Fuck, I can’t believe this, I’m actually trying to please my own son’
The heat wrapped around her like a fog. She was trembling now, not from nerves, but from desire sticky, raw, undeniable.
The contrast of his hardness against her soft skin only made it worse. She could feel everything, every twitch, every pulse.
’But Oh god, I don’t want to let go.’
Her eyes fluttered shut, but even in the darkness behind her lids, all she could see was him. Still, she couldn’t keep her eyes away from his glorious length.
Her gaze dropped to his long hardened shaft once more, hypnotized, drawn in by the sheer size of it.
’He’s so big’ she thought, her throat tightening with a mixture of awe and anticipation.
’ I have to try. I need to know if I can take him in. I need to feel him deeper.’
She leaned forward, lips parting, breath hitching as her tongue barely brushed his tip.
And still her hands didn’t stop.
Denzel moved softly beneath her, his fingers curling into the sheets as waves of pleasure coursed through him.
His cock twitched violently, throbbing in her grip, as if it had a mind of its own.
Maria however, was being consumed.
Her strokes became slower, more intentional, as if responding to the hunger thrumming beneath his skin.
Each deliberate tug of her hands sent a jolt through him, her palms wrapping around the heat of his cock like silk drenched in fire.
The soft press of her fingers against his cock was just too overwhelming.
The feel of her, the warmth of her skin, the slick glide of her touch drew him closer to his climax, until all he could do was surrender to the pleasure coiling tight in his core.
She kept going, faster now.
Her breasts bounced with the rhythm of her strokes, soft and heavy.
"Ohhh, fuckkkk!"
Then, with a soft moan, she slid one hand up to cup one of them, her fingers sinking into the plush flesh as she squeezed gently.
Her mouth parted, breath hot, cheeks flushed a deep, aching red. But she didn’t stop. Her other hand kept working him, gliding over his slick shaft with practiced ease.
The twitch in his cock turned violent. One hand wasn’t enough anymore. She could feel him throbbing too much to hold back.
She brought her second hand back, wrapping around him just in time to feel him surge.
And then, as the moment continued growing deeper, Denzel grabbed her hand with one of his hands and with the other, he grabbed her arm and immediately dragged her up.
’That’s enough foreplay for the night, now mother’
"Turn around " he roared at her as he moved his other hand, swiftly turning her to face her buttocks at him and his throbbing length, and then his hand would gliding onto her night dress, and in one smooth motion, rip the ripped it apart.
