And I did indeed take control. Although not as a parent, but as a horny slut.
I resumed the slow-motion riding that previously my son had been controlling.
Suddenly it wasn't my son forcing me to ride him, it was my riding him of my own volition... because I wanted to... because I wanted him... although slowly, which only compounded my frustration as I knew I could never get off like this.
I needed to bounce on his c**k and do it hard.
I needed to ride it fast.
I needed it slamming into me. I didn't need to make love, I needed to f**k.
Yet I couldn't do any of those things without completely giving away to my husband the shocking truth of what we were doing.
Suddenly my phone, which I had by now put on vibrate, buzzed in my hand.
I looked at it.
Fuck, I love you, Mommy.
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