And I did indeed take control. Although not as a parent, but as a horny slut.

I resumed the slow-motion riding that previously my son had been controlling.

Suddenly it wasn't my son forcing me to ride him, it was my riding him of my own volition... because I wanted to... because I wanted him... although slowly, which only compounded my frustration as I knew I could never get off like this.

I needed to bounce on his cock and do it hard.

I needed to ride it fast.

I needed it slamming into me. I didn't need to make love, I needed to fuck.

Yet I couldn't do any...