Her cheeks were flushed and her body coated in a shimmer of heat and perspiration. Ethan too felt the heat despite having pushed back the bed sheets so that they were uncovered on the queen size. Monica spread her legs wider to show the pink inner lips of her flower, her nectar glazed over her neat pussy as she looked up to Ethan with passionate lust in her eyes.
“I need you inside me.”
“I want to love you, Monica,” Ethan answered softly, “You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re so good, Ethan,” Monica whispered, “Am I wrong to want you?”
Ethan smiled and kissed her deeply, moving up between her legs he placed his glistening cockhead at her lovehole. Monica arched her hips and put her legs around his waist. Ethan slowly slid inside, her drenched vagina taking him readily as her tightness gripped him in a flaming encasement. They welded together, their hips rocking in rhythm; Monica moaned as Ethan gasped.
“It feels so right, Monica.”
“You’ve filled me up.”
Ethan pumped himself deeper into her wetness as Monica moaned. Scratching her nails down his back, she thrust up to meet each drive of his member. Squeezing her muscles around him as he glided his length in and out of her pussy fluidly, squelches sounded with their heavy breathing and moans echoing in the suite.
Ethan could feel his balls tightening as he drilled in deeper, he needed this release – they both did. As he felt the pressure build, he slowed down to rock his hips into hers, gyrating as his heavy sack rested against her star. Monica moaned and cupped his cheek. Ethan looked into her chocolate eyes and planted a soft kiss on her succulent mouth.
Grinding together they increased their speed until a second orgasm rocked through Monica, her muscle milked Ethan until he felt himself about to burst. Pulling out, he spurted his creamy ropes of hot seed over Monica’s stomach and mound, lying down beside her; each panted heavily as Ethan wrapped his arms around her.
Neither could believe what had just happened and each began to process their thoughts as his erection softened and the cum began to cool on Monica’s belly. Monica looked up to her precious boy, seeing him in an entirely new and non motherly light, she took his hand.
“What are you thinking Ethan?”
“I…” He swallowed, “I want to go again for the second round…”
“You make me laugh.” She smiled. “At least I know you enjoyed it.”
“I loved it, you are the best I have ever had.”
“Really, darling, I’m not so insecure though it is sweet of you to say that.”
“Monica.” Ethan looked into her eyes. “You truly are the best and the way we fit together feels like perfection.”
Monica cupped his cheek and stroked her thumb along his jaw before sliding her hand down his neck and along his shoulder. Caressing his bicep, then placing her hand over his heart as she smiled.
“Thank you, darling.” She planted a soft kiss on his lips. “You’ve made me feel beautiful.”
“You are beautiful.”
Ethan kissed her tenderly, gliding his hands over her curves as their bodies rocked together again.
Entering a finger into her lovehole, Ethan began to pleasure her inner sanctum in gentle strokes. Her body was like liquid silk on his fingers as she pulled up her knees and held her feet neatly pointed above his head as he watched his hand work her honeyjar. Monica moaned with increasing volume until she reached her climax, crying out his name as her quim gushed juice over his hands. Ethan groaned with desire, having never before seen a woman squirt except in films. Eagerly, he licked up the juices from between her legs, tasting the sweetness as it burst across his tongue. Monica panted heavily and closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the nights’ events.
Ethan moved up to lie beside his mama, hesitating before he took her hand in his. Her slender fingers linked through his easily and Monica turned onto her side to cuddle into him, an arm wrapped across his chest. They lay together in silence while recovering their energy before Monica drew back her arm and slowly sat up. She realised the enormity of what they had done and felt tears rush to her eyes, gasping as she covered her mouth with a hand.
“Mama, what is it?”
Ethan sat bolt upright, moving to try and see Monica’s face though she turned away. Monica’s shoulders racked with a silent sob before she rushed to the bathroom, crying with the shocked grief at how grossly she had betrayed her late husband. Ethan tried to persuade her to let him enter the bathroom but she refused for half an hour until he eventually got inside. Dishevelled with tear strained cheeks, Monica leant against the bath and looked up at him with pink rimmed eyes.
“We shouldn’t have done this, it’s not proper-“
“Monica,” Ethan knelt before his mama and took her shoulders, “I love you and my father loved you, he always wanted me to meet a woman like you.”
“But not me, darling. Not your step mother-“
“No,” Ethan paused, “But this has happened and I don’t regret it at all. Let me be there for you, love you as dad did.”
“You’re like a son to me, Ethan.” Monica’s voice was weak with distress but Ethan shook his head,
“I’m not your son, I’ve looked at you too intimately for too long. I want to support you, please let me.”
Monica dissolved into tears again, crying into his shoulder before they showered and he gently dried her off. Taking her out for dinner at a new Italian restaurant across town where they solely appeared as lovers. Monica noticed the jealous eyes of other women on Ethan and felt a small rush of pride at being there with him. He paid for their bill and took her back to the hotel, holding her tightly as they talked into the night.
As Monica fell asleep in the wake of another session of lovemaking, she felt happy for the first time since the funeral. Like his father, Ethan loved her and that she knew was true.
