She had medium-length hair, which was curled at the ends. Her hair was silky, a mix of blonde and black colored.She had a sharp nose, diamond-shaped s...kinny face. She had full red lips, sharp hazel eyes with flecks of gold and brown color filling the center of her eye. She was wearing a sleeveless thigh height thread held nightdress.I rushed into the room, closed her mouth with my hands stopping her from screaming. She still had her hand dug inside the panty. She stared blankly and started to. .." she started confusedly."You don't need to explain," I said and pulled down her panties," just let me do what you want me to do."We took off our clothes, then I pinned her down, exploring the graceful curves of her lithe body. She spread her legs invitingly and guided my penis inside her. Her vagina was tight, but wet and welcoming. My thrusts shook her body. She opened her mouth and started to breathe harder, her nails digging painfully into my back."Slower," she whispered hoarsely.I tried. You lifted my skirt all the way up around my waist, gently running your thumbs up my wet slit. I finished opening my shirt and let it fall from my shoulders. You pulled me forward and kissed my breasts through my silky bra, nibbling on my hard nipples, leaving the wetness of your mouth to linger on my skin through the silk.Your hands around my waist lift my throbbing tender body towards you, my legs spread around yours as you lower me to your lap. I felt the tightness of your body beneath me as. But, honestly, whenever a woman does that, that means that she's either faking, or the orgasm is just really small. This one, my first orgasm with my son, is the kind where I completely lose control over my body or my mind. It rips me out of my body, holds me somewhere up high for - I have no idea how long - and then gently puts me back in. I have this theory that women (and maybe men, too) aren't capable of remembering their best orgasms, which is why we keep trying to recreate that experience.