1. Fuck me like you've missed me

I know we shouldn't be doing this. He knows we shouldn't be doing this. But it felt so real. It felt so good. Goodness was me being in his hands. wrapped in the coziness of his arms and having his fingers hackled through my hair.

“I will miss you, Ann.”

Heaven knows how long he had tried to construct the statement in his mind, maybe, probably finding the right word to use without mincing any.

“I will really miss you. I swear with everything in me, Ann, he needed not to utter any profanity. I knew he wasn't lying. I'd miss him too, but I couldn't tell him that I do.

How could I tell my first son's age mate that I'd miss him and his sexual prowess?

I am 55.

He was 25, but he fucks like a Brown antechinus. Literally.

I have lived fifty years on the planet earth, and I have never met anyone who would make my legs shake after sex. Not even my husband was close to how good he was, and I knew it'd be a taboo for him (my husband) to find out that our son's best friend was always eating my pussy. Even much better than he (my husband) does.

“I will surely create time and visit you,” I finally said. I watched as he pursed his mouth in a self-satisfied smirk.

“It's time to give you your seventh orgasm for the night,” and without waiting for a word from me, he had picked up the piece of cloth I was covering my lower body with after the sixth round and flung it away, adjusting his body to the lower part of mine, modifying my legs to a position suitable for whichever potential coitus was coming my way.

He started kissing me from my mouth down to my breast; he kept on kissing my body as he lowered himself to my hips and waist.

When he had gotten to my legs, he gently spread them and bent over. Softly running his tongue from the bottom right of my pussy to the clitoris. He removed his mouth, seeing that I had grabbed the bedsheets. Then he started once again, kissing me down along my inner thigh on one leg, then back up, and afterwards, he switched to the other. He already knew I loved it rougher, so he gently squeezed the skin of my inner thigh between his teeth, giving me a hickey, and he wasted a little time. I started begging him to start eating me out; he knew that I couldn't control myself anymore. He knew my pussy was already begging to be touched. He kissed the mons. Then he started kissing slowly, extremely softly all around me and my clit. The edge of his lips made a tiny amount of contact with my vagina and clit.

“Are you enjoying me, or should I stop?” He teased me. I let out a soft moan, my hands still clenched to the bedsheets.

He knew just what to do, how to do it, where to do it, and why to do it. I was already screaming. My two hands resting on his head, stuck to his hair as he had buried his head in my honey pot. He started sticking his tongue out of his mouth, allowed it to drop over his chin, and relaxed. He made it wide and flat and then went to the bottom of my vulva, making sure his whole tongue was thoroughly covered in saliva. He started moving his head upwards from the bottom of my vagina to the top, and the tip of his tongue passed over my clit, making me quiver and shiver.

“Please fuck me already,” I pleaded in between breaths. He didn't say a word. He was already naked, just as I was.

“Climb”—it” was rather authoritative than a request as he made to lie on his back. His deep blue eyes stared at me, occupied with a cheeky smirk on his face. His macho was one of the traits that made me fall for him, despite the age bracket. He was confident. He was funny. He had all the right moves in the bedroom. He would always dictate the pace and take control whenever we were intimate. I wouldn't say I was timid or inexperienced, but it was what I rarely did with my son's father, and here I was with my young lover, having to do it.

I obeyed. Though shy. Ambrose had this hoodoo to make me blush, shy, and feel like an eighteen-year-old lady trapped in the body of fifty-five. He knew Just know to fascinate me and make me feel naughty.

With a bent sheepish grin, I climbed on his spread legs. Squatted on it, and gently guided his dick into my already wet and anticipating pussy.

The smile was still on his face. I was shy.

Slowly, with my two hands placed on his chest, I started grinding back and forth on him in a cadence-like motion. I had already raised my face to count the ceiling as I couldn't stand his stares.

While he was deep inside me, I sit right down on him.

I then pushed myself forward and backward on his penis while keeping him deep in me.

“Fucccck, baby,” he moaned out slowly.

“Where did you learn that, Ann?”

It was a rhetorical question.

As I did this, I was grinding my clit on his pubic bone, causing more influx of wetness on me.

I changed the speed and intensity by resting more weight on him, then less when I felt like the orgasm was building up. I wasn't ready ti cum yet. I couldn't resist it either.

I started going faster. By now, he had already gripped me by the waist, making me firm on his body. His two legs raised in an akimbo to support me.

My legs were already getting exhausted, but I was never tired.

The look on his face was enough to give me the motivation I needed. I started using my hips mostly to bounce up and down on his dick. The fluids serve as a lubricant and give out the erotic sounds of two bodies meeting each other.

I then tried using only my legs to move me up and down, I was sure he was enjoying it. He had involuntarily let go of me as he couldn't say or do anything.

I then leaned far backward, putting my arms behind me on the bed to support myself as he had already stretched out his legs out of pleasure. I then used a combination of my legs and back. Leaning forward, resting on my elbows, I was using mostly my abs to bounce up and down on him.

“Ohhhhh, Ahhhhhhh, Ouch, Waaaaahh, Agggggh,” his rhythmic grunts said everything he couldn't say. Alongside his shallower breathing

I loved the confidence I was building.

“You love it, baby?” I asked.

His lips were twitching. I knew he wanted to say a word, but none came out.

“Do you love it?” This time I had reduced the pace and intensity by which I was bouncing up and down on his dick. I switched to making sure the whole length was in me, and then slowly, I started circling my waist on him, giving out a type of wild sensation that he couldn't resist anymore.

“Babyyyy—

I could feel his legs stretching forward and backward under me. He was cumming. I couldn't feel the hot fluids being offloaded into me.

“Babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy—

“I will miss you Ann” he tried confessing for the umpteenth time. Weakly.

I wasn't ready to come down