Page 36 of Falling for My Son's Best Friend

EPILOGUE

Marie

“Oh shit,” he ground out. “You sure?”

I giggled then, running a small hand up that sculpted back, loving how Trent was so huge, so gorgeous, hard, tight muscle everywhere. And right now, he was turning on his hands and knees so that I was behind him, my head close up behind his ass.

“I want to,” I purred. “You’ve done it to me so many times and I’ve never done it to you. Besides, I’m so huge we can’t have regular sex so it’s time to improvise.”

And Trent grunted in front of me, big body tense, hard, painfully aroused, his huge, hot shaft dripping onto the bedspread. I loved seeing him like this, there was something so arousing about seeing an alpha male in this vulnerable position, all six four of him naked, bronze skin gleaming, as he knelt on the bed.

“Do it then,” he ground out. “Do it baby.”

And leaning forward, I parted his ass cheeks and licked his asshole, savoring my first taste of Trent’s anus. It was different for sure. I’ve had dick in my mouth plenty of times, tasting the soft skin, the hard fullness, the musky scent that was all Trent and a hundred percent male. But I’ve never been in back before, never rimmed him, despite the fact that he kissed my tiny asshole all the time, even pushing his tongue in, savoring my back channel. I don’t know why I’d never reciprocated, why I never thought to do it to my man until now.

Because I’m heavily pregnant with our first child now. Oh yeah, she’s coming in a couple weeks and the doctor said no sex until delivery, and then no sex for six weeks after that. No sex? How were Trent and I going to live? Because whenever we’re together, we’re in one another, his dick drilling me deep, taking me, owning me, savoring the hot softness, my welcoming holes.

But I guess it’s not that bad because Trent travels, so we’re used to hot phone sex, even some on-line video sessions, me playing with dildos, the big man jerking off onto his keyboard. It was just the thought of being together, literally in person, and yet unable to have dick in me that made me crazy.

But this was a great time to explore the unknown. Because my ob/gyn said no penis in pussy, no penis in ass, sure, but that didn’t mean there weren’t other ways. So right now, we were exploring those other ways, and I was gonna do my first rusty trombone.

Pulling his ass cheeks apart again, I touched the tip of my tongue to his pucker, the pleats so tight, beckoning to me, the smell of Trent’s musk enveloping me, making me course with desire, my pussy dripping, lusting for him.

“Awww shit,” he grunted as my tongue tested his hole, seeing how far it could go. “Awww fuck.”

And I giggled again. I wanted it all, wanted to taste all of him, so prying his butt cheeks apart, I looked deep into that rusty star again and swooped in for another taste. This time I was more insistent, making my tongue into a spear and going for it, burrowing my chin in deep, pressing my face as far as it could go. And with a tiny slither, a sneaky slip, I was in. I was fucking Trent’s butt with my tongue, tasting the inside of his anus, and oh god, but it was good. I loved the dryness, the big man tensing involuntarily, grunting with pleasure as a sheen of sweat broke over that bronzed skin, his arms and legs trembling from arousal, from how fucking dirty this was.

“Fuck baby,” he panted. “Fuck, what you do to me.”

But I wasn’t done yet. As I pressed my tongue into him, my small hands caressed his thighs, slowly grazing that hard flesh, loving the muscular tree trunks, how strong he was. And they drifted up his sensitive inner thighs until I was cupping his balls, the velvety sacks huge and pendulous, giving them a slight squeeze before moving to the main prize. Because I wanted his dick. My hands trailed lightly over his hard length, testing the hole at the top, smearing the wetness already there before circling the fuckpole with one small fist and slowly going up and down, up and down, gripping him, giving him a good ride.

“Oh fuck baby,” Trent ground out this time, big body literally shaking. “Keep that up and I’m gonna fucking come.”

I giggled slightly despite the fact that my face was still in his behind. Because that’s exactly what I wanted. I wanted Trent to come so hard, so fast, so furious even though I couldn’t take him in my pussy or ass at the moment. I wanted him to have the ride of his life, for that big body to give it up, to reward me with sweet, hot lashes of semen, the virile DNA that was going to make me into a mommy again.

Because yes, the addition to our family was very much wanted, even by my son Robbie. Robbie had been shocked, sure, but not absolutely stunned, blown to the moon. And that had surprised me. We’d been in the kitchen when I broke the news that I was dating his best friend from college.

Robbie had paused mid-swig at the milk carton. That boy was always drinking straight from the jug, he’d never learn, and I’d sighed, exasperated. But this wasn’t the time to take it up.

“I wanted you to know,” I said firmly. “I wanted you to be the first to know that Trent and I are dating … we’re lovers,” I said with finality. There was no sense in beating around the bush, making like all we did was hold hands and giggle. Oh god no. My lover was in me every which way until Wednesday and I absolutely needed it, I needed that big body to own me, to possess me.

Robbie paused, shooting me a glance.

“Seriously Mom? With Trent? Are you sure?”

I sighed, huffing a little.

“Of course I’m sure,” I said firmly again. “Your friend. Your best friend, Trent Markham.”

And my son rolled his eyes.

“Of course I know who he is, it just seems a little weird to say the least. You’re my mom and you’re Trent’s what? Girlfriend?” he said incredulously.

This was the perfect time to make my point, to push the realization home, the nail in the coffin.

“Yes. Exactly. I’m Trent’s girlfriend. And we’re trying to get pregnant,” I added. Might as well go from the frying pan to the fire, there was no sense in holding back.

And Robbie was surprised at that one, really shocked.

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