A while ago, I told the story of a son's buddy with which I had an affair. This part will take it from its ending, so if you haven't read it yet, I recommend you do so before reading this, as the context and beginning of this will set the mood. As I always make clear, the story is real and I try to be as accurate as my memory allows me to. Of course dialogues can't be textual, but I honestly try to reproduce the mood and tone of the whole story just as I remember it.

So, there we were, cuddling on my marital bed after some really hot pounding. Naked, hugged, just like two well-known sweethearts, even though I was his friend's mother and it was the first time ever we made real contact. I was caressing his cock with my hand, unable to stop wanting to feel him, and felt it getting stiff again. Gosh, that's what I love about young guys, they are always ready and eager to go on and on. So I did what any cheating wife would do in such an occasion. I got on top of him, guiding his hard dick inside my totally wet and creamed pussy and slowly descended, feeling all his hardness entering my married body again. So delicious!

His hands reached my tits and he lifted to start sucking them. He got a mouthful and gently bit my nipple with his teeth. I moaned as I started to ride him slowly, feeling his tongue on my nipple and his teeth biting them every now and then. He went from one tit to the other, never leaving any of my breasts unattended. I reached to kiss him again and his hands went to my ass.

He grabbed my ass firmly and began caressing it and spanking while I rode a bit faster. His dick felt so marvellous inside me! It slipped perfectly, we were a perfect match in that moment.

-You like fucking me?- I asked while moaning, knowing perfectly well his answer.

-You are just perfect... I want to fuck you until your husband comes back...

-Oh yes, please do... Fuck me harder- I told him, and sped up my pace on top of him.

-I want to fuck you every day- he added, and repeated my name as I moaned his at the same time.

-Yes, I want that too- I said, and I meant that. It's not that I didn't care he was my son's friend. It was precisely that the reason why I wanted to repeat that.

He flipped me over and got on top of me. I spread my legs and he began thrusting me so fast and hard I lost my head and moaned so loud I'm sure it could be heard from the outside. I couldn't care less at that moment.

I was completely lost in the moment, my body reacting instinctively to his every thrust. Each movement of his young body made my own body crash with pleasure. It was so hot to think that I was with a son's friend in my husband's bed.

As he pounded into me with fervor, my fingers dug into the sheets. I could feel my own excitement building inside me again. I gasped as he leaned down, his breath hot, murmuring sweetly how good I felt around him, how perfectly I fit him.

-Please- I begged, barely able to contain the need pouring from me. -Don’t stop. Fuck me harder.

With that, he quickened his pace, each thrust igniting every nerve ending, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him to go faster, to fill me completely with his youth and vigor. It was raw and wild, a primal need we both shared.

I moaned his name over and over, the sound of it hanging in the air like a spell, a mantra to my ears.

-You’re incredible- he gasped, sweat glistening, his gaze full with lust. -I’ve wanted this for so long. I jerked off to you so many times...

The confession sent a thrill through me.

-Oh, you did?- I asked, and continued to moan his name.

-All of us- he said, as he continued to thrust. His movements became more frantic, his breath quickening as he chased his own pleasure, and I knew we were both nearing the orgasm.

-Oh yes, harder, I'm yours, fuck me harder- I panted, clawing at his back, urging him to push deeper and faster.

I felt his body getting tense and rigid as he released himself, filling me with his young warmth. The sensation blended into my own climax as I cried out his name, the sound echoing off the walls of my marital bed and bedroom.

We collapsed together onto the bed, breathless.

He smiled. -I want to do this again. You feel too good to let go.- he said.

-This got to stay between us, you know... not a word to any of your buddies, not even to brag.

He nodded, a look of understanding on his face. -I can be discreet. But you have to promise me that this isn’t a one-time thing. I want to repeat... and repeat and repeat and repeat- he added, leaning on me and kissing me again.

And we did. Not at that very moment, but he stayed overnight, and we got together for a couple of months. My bed, my car, a hotel, his place... we did quite a fucking tour.