**Mm~** **Ah~**
Samantha's muffled moms began to slip out more often as Don continued to thrust.
**Pa~** **pa~**
The sound of flesh clapping also filled the room each ti Don thrust forward and hit Samantha's soft jiggly ass.
Samantha herself was currently standing very stiffly. She was trying her best to stay composed in this situation but it was much harder than she anticipated.
Between having Don's aty cock between her legs and against her now wet pussy, it was becoming impossible to resist.
**Mm~**
'Oh my… it feels like we're having… the way his penis is throbbing against down there… I don't think I can…'
Samantha was quickly regretting her choice to allow Don to continue.
She never would've imagined herself feeling pleasured in such a way.
Feelings and stimulation she hadn't felt in years were bubbling up the more Don pounded her from behind.
With each thrust Don perford, Samantha could feel his aty cock move against her pussy, its wetness coating his cock.
'This feels so incredible, her skin is so soft.'
Samantha wasn't the only one becoming more stimulated by these actions as Don himself found it hard to hold back his groans.
The sensation of having his cock squeezed by fleshy soft skin was incredible. Not to ntion the added stimulation he felt every ti Samantha's ass clapped against his body.
But as good as this felt, Samantha was still quite stiff so Don had to change this. What did it matter in the end of she didn't enjoy herself?
With that in mind, he suddenly halted his thrusts, keeping his cock buried between her legs. It still twitched and throbbed against Samantha's pussy, while she herself was panting heavily, sweat now beginning to form on her body.
Don loosened his grip on her body as well, before asking, "Are you okay? Tell if I'm hurting you?"
Samantha, still panting slightly, shakes her head in response, "No sweetie, it's just… uhm? Maybe we should just use my breasts…"
This suggestion from her didn't surprise Don as what he had done definitely pushed things a bit too close to real sex.
However, given the fact that she wasn't upset or saying to outright stop, Don felt there was room to maneuver.
He took on a self-deprecating tone and asked, "Is it because it doesn't feel good for you? I knew it…"
"Huh? No honey, no, not at all," Samantha quickly denied this, fearing that she might hurt Don's confidence as a man.
Samantha's cheeks beca redder as she struggled to find the words to explain. She let out a soft sigh and resigned to just tell the truth.
"Honey, it's just… it's just that this feels a bit too… sexual is all. It does uhm… feel good, really good, and that's the problem. I'm supposed to be helping you… not… well…" Samantha couldn't really properly explain how she felt about the situation.
Despite this, Don actually understood perfectly. But he still feigned ignorance.
"I don't agree. You're going out of your way to help with my problem and make feel good and better about myself. If I can't return the feeling then I'd rather just stop mom, you don't need to force yourself if you're uncomfortable I understand." This ti, Don spoke in a light and understanding tone, not trying to make her feel guilty.
Though he knew guilt would still be a factor regardless. He just didn't want to progress without her being at least willing.
As he spoke, he also moved his hands from her waist and hugged her from behind, keeping his hands just beneath her breasts.
Samantha's expression faltered from hearing Don's response.
'It's good he cares about that but I'm his mother… isn't it… a bit… no. I have to try and understand how he's feeling too. And it's not like we're crossing that line…'
A brief silence took over as Samantha had an internal debate with herself, eventually deciding to nod softly in response to Don.
"Okay, sweetie, we can continue, just uhm, please be careful not to thrust where you shouldn't…" Samantha's blush had grown as she could only word her thoughts this way.
But it was more than enough for Don who showed a small smile before tightening the grip of his hug and thrusting again.
Samantha slightly braced herself as Don began to thrust, but this ti she was more prepared for the sensation. She could feel her body responding and her own arousal growing.
**ah~**
**Argh~**
Don couldn't help but let out a small groan as he felt his mother's body against him. Despite his efforts to not make her uncomfortable, he couldn't deny the pleasure he was feeling.
As they continued, Samantha found herself becoming more and more lost in the mont. Her initial worries and discomfort seed to fade away as she focused on helping Don feel better.
Without warning, she began to grind against Don's cock while he thrust, increasing the pleasure he felt, but also her own. She bit her lip slightly to try and hold in her moans, feeling far too embarrassed to moan in front of her own son.
But also wanted her to feel good, so lifted his hands from below her breasts and held them firmly, massaging and groping them while pinching at her nipples with his fingers. "Oh!!"
Samantha's body jolted in response and she turned her head to the side while panting even more heavily, "Donnie you…
**Ah~**
… please…
**mm~**
… not so… rough
**huff~** **huff~**
"
Don's mouth curved into a sly smile as he continued to play with her breasts, his cock twitching between her legs. "Do you like it, Mom?"
Samantha's cheeks burned with embarrassnt, but she couldn't deny the truth. "Y-yes...
**Mm~**
... I do..."
Encouraged by her admission, Don increased the pressure of his thrusts, his hips slamming against her ass with increasing force.
**Pa~ pa~ pa~**
The sound of their bodies eting grew louder, more insistent, as the pleasure built within them both.
Samantha's nails dug into Don's hips, her body trembling with the effort of staying upright. She could feel her orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her. "Donnie...
**Ah~**
... I think... I'm gonna..."
Don's cock throbbed as he realized what she was about to say.
**Ahhhh~**
With a suppressed moan, Samantha's body tensed, her muscles clenching as waves of ecstasy washed over her.
Her knees buckled, and she would have fallen if Don hadn't held her so tightly. Her head lolled back against his shoulder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rode out the final throes of her climax.
As Samantha's orgasm subsided, Don felt his own release approaching. His cock was throbbing painfully against her wet pussy lips, the pressure building to an unbearable level.
He needed to cum, needed to spill his load, and there was only one place left for him to do it.
"Mom..." Don's voice was strained, sounding as if his control was slipping away. "I need to...
**Ah~**
... I need to cum..."
Samantha blinked hazily, her mind foggy from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She could feel Don's cock pulsing against her. Without thinking, she reached back, guiding his cock to the underside of her ass.
"Go ahead, Donnie," she whispered, her voice soft and compliant. "Cum for ..."
With a primal grunt, Don thrust one last ti, burying himself deep as he ca. His cum spurted out in thick, hot ropes, splattering against her ass and dripping down to pool against her thighs.
He clutched her tightly, his body shaking with the force of his release as he emptied himself onto her.
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