Something about rhythm
Tanya sighed. She didn't know how else to express her displeasure, and she was tired of starting over every time.
— Come here.
— I'll be quick! I promise!… Super quick!
Tanya bent her legs. She needed to pull down her panties, which, with her knees drawn to her stomach, she didn't manage right away; the elastic slid reluctantly over her buttocks.
Ruslan plopped onto the bed. He liked watching the fabric crumple, leaving the firm buttocks unprotected. He liked her feet, pressed together. She said she was going to get a pedicure done a long time ago, but…
— I thought you'd help me.
— Umm… Sorry, Mom. Just a sec.
…
But Ruslan relished the thought that it had happened just recently, literally a couple of days ago. Besides, she saw what kind of women he watched online.Responding to the call, he loudly broke off his long kiss to help with the panties. However, he couldn't resist and finally ran his tongue over the pinkish folds again, kissing and licking them.
— Awesome pussy! — he blurted out stupidly.
It sounded crude, perhaps even too much. Ruslan immediately felt a blow with a heel on the back of his head. And quite a strong one at that.
— Want to get one on the lips?
— Heh…
The crumpled panties crept up her thighs, bunched up under her knees. Finally, she managed to get rid of them. Her knees, now free, spread apart. Ruslan resumed what he had started, but not for long — after all, he had promised. He got right down to the main event.
— I'll be quick! — he repeated and began with jerky movements: he thrust his cock in sharply, moved his hips. From how Tanya tensed, he realized he was rushing too much. He slowed the pace considerably. With each thrust, the position increasingly turned into missionary, until Ruslan finally felt himself in the circle of her arms…
At its core, there's nothing wrong with this. Tatyana sincerely believed that. However, as a phenomenon in general, she was more accustomed to condemning it.
— Do you like it? — Tanya asked, and when Ruslan started smiling, added: "Don't you dare come inside me again. Okay?"
He looked at her very carefully, even froze for a second, as if hesitating. Tanya became wary.
— What?
— Mom?..
— Well? What?
Ruslan moved closer to her ear. Tanya gasped.
He didn't get an answer from her. They continued "hugging." This went on for some time. And then Ruslan raised his eyes again. He wasn't moving anymore, just looking questioningly. "No… " — Tanya whispered, but Ruslan moved close to her ear again and whispered something too. Tanya didn't answer again. Then he started trying to break free from her embrace.
He considered his request quite justified. Stepping from knee to knee, he crawled higher. Even higher. And then there was nowhere else to go. Ruslan could feel her breath, but it was breath through her nose. Tanya lay with her eyes closed, ignoring what was happening.
— Come on, mooom… Please…
She looked up at him with a lightning-throwing gaze. It was strange because the view was obstructed by his cock. Ruslan was a little scared, felt rather foolish. porn stories The dick was dangling right in front of Mom's face, and he wanted her to take it in her mouth. That's exactly what he had asked her for.
— Come on, Mom… Like in that video, remember?
— Ruslan, have you completely lost your mind?!
For a second, Ruslan thought the evening would end there, but no. He interpreted the tone correctly — indignation — but the movement was unexpected. Tanya first enclosed the excited flesh in an iron grip with her hands, grabbing the cock at the base, then with her lips. However, it was not gentle at all.
Ruslan shuddered. Rough, jerky movements. Tanya was in a hurry, but it wasn't so straightforward. Behind her irritation, something else was peeking through. Ruslan felt it. And understood what he needed to do.
— Wait, Mom! Okay, that's enough! Stop!..
Tanya stared with a silent question: "What else do you want?!"
Ruslan felt the grip loosen, pulled back. Tanya didn't resist, though she didn't understand: had he changed his mind? Was he going for kisses with her, when a minute ago he was trying to unload in her mouth?
"What's wrong?" — she asked worriedly.
— Mom, let me fuck you a little more?
— Ruslan…
— Just a little, Mom! Can I?
— Oh, you're such a handful…
They intertwined again in the missionary position. Ruslan held back as best he could. With each thrust, he noticed a change, bringing Tanya closer to the edge. "Just a little more… Just a little more… " — he told himself, trying to keep the rhythm.
He thought everything was working out. But out of nowhere, he suddenly jerked and began babbling frantically: "Oh! no-no! Aaaa-a… Aaaaa… " His final thrusts were especially desperate, convulsive, and pitiful. The rhythm was broken. His strength left him.
***
Tanya was having a hard time coming to her senses after the multiple orgasms. Probably twenty minutes passed before she tried to crawl out from under Ruslan. She hadn't expected such vigor from him.
"No wonder he passed out… Poor boy."
She didn't wake him. It was time to sleep. And had been for a while. Covering him with a blanket, she went to the bathroom. Standing under the shower, she thought she should consider contraception, otherwise it wouldn't be long before they'd have an addition to the family.
At its core, there's nothing wrong with this. But one shouldn't forget about caution either.