The Chocolate Ice Cream - Part Two

It was like a moving train, where everything was on the track except me. I was frozen; like I could feel the gravity of the moment yet couldn't even move a finger, completely paralyzed. My gaze was glued to his luscious bare torso. I felt helpless. I wanted to grab him vehemently till my nails go deep inside his formulated flesh and prey onto it; like a vampire sucks the blood out of a human. I wanted to quench my bloody hunger. All this time, he was just standing in front of me as if he was Eiffle Tower and I was just mesmerized by him. Oh! What do I tell you? I hadn't seen anything sooo beautiful in such a long time. But somewhere deep down, I was still struggling to let go of the barriers of being a mother. I am a woman first! It was dark, he was standing, I was gawking at him like a ravenous spoiled brat in complete silence. I closed my eyes to memorize my beloved dead husband. I felt a wet, soft, gentle kiss on my right cheek. James was looking into my eyes as he could not wait any longer. I pushed him onto the other sofa and pounced on to eat him. 

I sat on him like a cowgirl firmly holds her horse. I freed my hair and knelt down to suck his radiance. My god, he was breathtakingly gorgeous! He knew this moment was mine. He knew he was my juicy lamb that I was going to tear apart. I clasped his fine-looking face and licked his tempting, absorbing lips. He leaned forward, clutched my hair like the hunter and plunged his tongue in my mouth to ingest the whole swirl in one go. God! My body was  set on fire and I was, you bet your tits, loving it. I shoved him further down on the soft cushion and drove my drooling tongue all over his chest. His nipples were so hard as I moved my hands in continuous circles. I felt like I haven't been fed over months. Within a moment, in a swift motion, he turned around and laid on top of me. 

James looked in such a hurry for tasting me that he literally ripped the tank that I was wearing. My boobs were free. He was looking at me from upside down. For a moment, he was still; observing god knows what while caressing my face. As if the lightning struck, he grabbed my breasts into his strong yet tender hands. Oh, it felt like all my body was floating on his water. He squeezed my tits like he was kneading the dough for cookies. I bit his lip hard till it bled. We couldn't seem to let go of each other as his hands were painting a masterpiece on my breasts. I held his hair tightly as if I was flying away somewhere. He moved further from my temples and cupped my right titty to suck the life out of it. In that moment, I broke free of the tyrants I had put on for the sake of my son. He went on devouring my breasts till I was out of breath. Nothing could have ever made me feel free than his mouth on my naked chest. 

He pulled up, took off my skirt and parted my legs expeditely. I could see his tremendous bulgy dick perpendicular to my vagina. He looked up, smiled and kissed me hammer and tongs. Started from my belly button, he moved his tongue with a zig-zag trail till he reached the clitoris. He played with it first with his fingers. It was monstrous, teasing me from the top of the mountain. I shoved his face down to put to an end to this treacherous cruelty. He licked the clitoris in a soft to-and-fro motion as his fingers were surveying the contours of my vagina. He pulled me in further and buried his face, what do you call it, in a woman's treasure. I was dripping. I was so turned on. His tongue-game was so sleek and it was blowing my fucking mind. My voice grew louder as I moaned out the suppressed thirst of being a woman. While never leaving my clit alone, he inserted two fingers and started moving in rapid successions. It was out-of-the-world. His fingers and tongue were jamming my womanhood as I pressed his face harder and harder down on the vagina. I wanted to feel it for the rest of my life. It was like a favourite piece of clothing that I never want to take off. 

As my moans were exponentially getting louder, he slid his pink, prominent, swelled-up dick in without being parted for a second. Oh, it was like a lost photograph found. The joy was inexplicable. He held my hands up from the face, lowered his waist on mine, glued his mouth on me and started rowing the speedboat. It's not just the to-and-fro of the dick which gets a woman madly aroused but also the simultaneous seductive banter of each other's touch and James was killing it. I was a lot sceptical about going for it initially but now I knew I would have regretted it very much. He picked up the pace, made a firm hold of my hands and started riding me like a stallion. He looked massive from below. His eyes were shut as he was galloping every inch of my body. The friction between was now radiating. I clutched my hands on the sheet as he thrust his dick deeper inside me. He wanted to run miles at the fastest speed and never wanted to be chased. It was the long-awaited climax. I never wanted him to stop. I grabbed his waist so as to push it down harder as I came exhaustedly. 

I felt like I was a slave of my body who was now free of her bounds. It felt like I was flying, relaxing my tensed senses and letting go of the insecured, toxic fears of the society. Man! It was absolute bliss, devouring this gorgeous stranger who promised a good time. I was panting as if to search for water amidst the desert. I lifted my waist so as to embrace his huge dick entirely. He grabbed my ass to lift me further up, locked his hands on my waist and moved rapidly. His pace was fierce, like he cared for nothing but scoring the goal. The stomping sound seemed speeding up like the bullet train. I yelled out his name just when he shut my mouth for my son to not hear his mom being a woman again. He pulled out the dick quickly and came onto me like an explosive. His monumental dick was looking upright, even above the standards of the society. It was then when we parted after having been united for a steaming, arousing, wildly sexual hour. I could feel the glow on my face through my unending brazen smile which was a reflection of my existence as a woman. Damn, it feels good to be felt-up sometimes. 

James was silently admiring me as he laid beside. He looked into my eyes as if he has found my hidden, true self. I could look at him forever but i knew I had to let him go, at least, this first time. 

After all, I was still a mother.