Chapter 16

Her eyes snapped open, and she stared up at him, her voice thick with lust. “Yes, baby,” Jasmine moaned. “Don’t stop. Fuck me again.” The words seemed to be torn from her very soul, and as she watched the smug smile spread across his face, Jasmine knew she had lost any semblance of control she had been clinging to.

Dante’s movements grew more deliberate, his cock sliding in and out of her with a tempo that had Jasmine’s eyes rolling back into her head. She didn’t care about the guilt anymore, didn’t care about the consequences. All she could focus on was the feeling of her son’s cock inside her, claiming her, filling her in a way she had never been filled before.

Her hands slid up his back, her nails digging into his skin as he thrust into her with a fervor that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. Jasmine’s hips met him thrust for thrust, her body moving in time with his, the rhythm of their fucking setting a pace that was as natural as breathing.

Her moans grew louder, echoing off the walls, mixing with the sound of their flesh slapping together. Jasmine’s orgasm was building again, the tension coiling tight in her stomach. She could feel it, feel the way her body was preparing for another explosion of pleasure, and she knew it was going to be even more intense than the last.

Her pussy clenched around him, her muscles tightening as she approached the peak. Jasmine’s breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving with each thrust. And then, just as she was about to come again, Dante pulled out, leaving her feeling empty and bereft.

Her eyes snapped open, and she looked up at him, desperation etched into every line of her face. “What are you doing?” she panted, her voice needy.

He smirked down at her, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “Just getting comfortable,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

With a single swift, graceful motion, Dante flipped the two of them around. He was now lying on his back, looking up at his mother, her legs straddling his hips. Jasmine gasped as she felt his hard cock pressed against her swollen pussy, the heat from their bodies mingling in the dampness of their arousal. Jasmine felt a strange thrill at the ease with which he moved her, a reminder of the power dynamics that had shifted between them.

Dante reached up, his hands sliding along her spine. Jasmine’s eyes closed as she felt the cool fabric of her dress being tugged upward, the soft cotton sliding over her heated skin. Her breath caught in her throat as he lifted the dress over her head, leaving her naked and exposed, her body bared to his hungry gaze.

Her breasts bounced slightly as she sat up, her hands trembling as she reached behind her to unsnap her bra. The fabric fell away, and Jasmine felt the coolness of the room against her sensitive nipples. She tossed it aside, watching as Dante’s eyes devoured her, his pupils dilating with desire.

This was the first time she had been naked in front of her son, and Jasmine felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. It was wrong, so wrong, but the way he looked at her made her feel beautiful, desired.

He cupped her breasts in his large hands, his thumbs flicking over the hardened peaks. Jasmine’s head fell back, her eyes rolling up to the ceiling as she felt the pleasure ripple through her. Her hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against him, her pussy desperate for the contact she knew he could give her.

Dante’s hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and valley, his touch reverent yet possessive. Jasmine felt his cock twitch between her legs, and she knew he was enjoying the show. Her heart was racing, her body a live wire of need.

He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her. Jasmine’s mind was a whirlwind of sensation, her thoughts jumbled and incoherent. All she could do was feel, let him touch her, let him claim her.

Her hips began to move faster, her pussy sliding along his length, the friction driving her wild. Jasmine was desperate to feel him inside her again, to be filled by him completely.

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by her whimpers and gasps. She leaned forward, her breasts bouncing with the movement, her nipples grazing his chest. The feeling of his cock against her clit was driving her crazy, sending waves of pleasure shooting through her.

“Oh,” Jasmine moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. “Oh god, yes.” She was getting closer, so close she could feel the pressure building deep within her.

Dante’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, urging her on. His thumbs brushed against the sensitive skin of her stomach, sending a shiver down her spine. Jasmine felt his cock swell beneath her, and she knew he was just as lost in the moment as she was.