Louis thought to himself that people would really let go of their darkest fantasies when they're convinced that their actions would have no future consequences.
Emma had somehow convinced herself that she was helping him by moving him from the bathroom to the bed, drying his body up, and seemingly focusing on meticulously drying up his throbbing cock.
Once her hands landed on his cock and she finally locked her fingers over his girth through the towel, Louis grunted while his hips thrust up.
It was unknown why Emma's face in such close proximity to his hips, but the tip of his cock brushed her plump motherly lips.
Emma flinched, taking a deep breath to calm herself down as she sat up by Louis' side on the bed.
Her hand moved, lightly brushing her full lips as her heart throbbed.
"Oh," she looked down on herself, seemingly realizing something. "My clothes got wet earlier, I shouldn't make a mess of your bed after the time we spent cleaning up…"
Emma was suddenly absorbed in the scenario. Because she righteously didn't want to dirty Louis' room after all that hard work, she found herself discarding one piece of clothing at a time.
Eventually, she was left with her purple bra and lace panties.
She hugged her huge milkers shyly, a little ashamed of her body fat—especially her wrinkled thighs and underbelly.
But she then remembered that Louis seemed to be in a daze, and he couldn't see her body.
Looking at the naked young man who was groaning in what seemed to be discomfort, Emma swallowed nervously and kneeled by the bedside.
Her face was now level with Louis' cock as he rested on the single bed. For a moment, Emma felt regret that the bed was so small.
Suddenly, the bed expanded, and she found herself kneeling next to the sleeping Louis on a king-sized bed.
"Ah," Emma exclaimed, but she quickly calmed down and patted her forehead. "Right, this is a dream… Anything is possible in a dream…"
After her thoughts were confirmed, she had even less reservations. However, she still told herself that she was acting on motherly instincts because Louis seemed too uncomfortable.
Thus, she panted hot, nervous breaths as she found herself prone on the bed, her lips inches away from this piece of steamy young cock.
Her heart was beating so fast she felt like it might burst, and after summoning her courage, she nestled the base with a light peck.
One peck became two, then three, and she slowly climbed up the meat tower toward its peak.
So absorbed in her actions Emma was, and she closed her eyes to take in the amplified sensations brought about by the dream.
The smell, taste, temperature, pulsations, tracing the veins, and eventually the droplets of precum oozing out from the tip to moisture her lips.
With a gasp, Emma opened her lips and took the cock head into her small mouth, careful not to graze the delicate member with her pearly white teeth.
She heard a light growl, and in a moaning voice Louis said, "I'm feeling good, mommy…"
Those word and that tone sent shivers down her spine, and she felt sparks shooting down her lower abdomen.
Her left hand moved instinctively to clamp her wet pussy, the tingling sensation and sense of immortality paralyzing her with pleasure.
She remembered one of the adult videos tags in the box under Louis' bed—MILF.
That thought only intensified her vanity and pleasure, validating her feminine charm even as a mother in her early forties.
She then felt a firm hand on her head, causing her body to shiver.
She looked up, meeting Louis' burning gaze despite the darkness of his eyes.
Instinctively, she wanted to retreat and explain herself, but Louis brought his other hand over and pressed her pretty little head down, shoving his cock down her throat.
Gulp!
She gagged, swallowed, and gagged.
She felt a sting in her eyes as a tear rolled down, but her nose finally touched base on Louis' lower abdomen, and her forehead bumped lightly into his stomach.
"Fuck," he whispered, feeling her throat contracting and squeezing his cock.
Fuck! She also thought to herself, whatever oxygen was in her lungs having been exhausted.
Her face flushed red then purple, but she oddly didn't struggle. A few seconds later, she
felt a force tugging her hair and lifting her head up.
She gasped and looked up with teary eyes, but felt her pussy tearing up even more.
It was as though something within her heart was set free. She was no longer sneaky about it—and she wasn't the one who started it.
She couldn't help but unhook her bra and toss away her panties, the lust and desire in Louis' eyes hampering down the shame she felt for her body.
Emma lunged forward with hunger in her eyes, her heavy breasts crashing into Louis' chest and her plump lips assaulting their thin, cold counterpart.
She squatted on his lower abdomen, her knees spread to either sides of his hips.
Slap! Slap!
Louis didn't fall behind either, his hands swinging over and slapping her round and fat ass, his fingers digging into her flesh and pulling her asscheeks apart.
Emma moaned in his mouth and exclaimed in a hot and bothered tone, "You dare hit your mommy?"
"I can't help it," Louis murmured, his tongue sneaking past her lips and tackling its slippery counterpart. "Mommy is being naughty again."
Slap!
He slapped her ass again, and her entire body shook with a light orgasm. His cock felt it first hand as squirts of translated liquid drenched its shaft, glistening in the lights of the room.
Emma impatiently raised her ass high, grabbed the throbbing hot cock, and lined it up with her inviting motherly pussy.
Louis gasped as he felt his cock entering a wonderful place. Her insides were like a flooding water park and a vacuum cleaner mixed together.
"Why did you stop hitting your naughty mommy?"
He heard these words, and his hand swung over instinctively. Each slap sent ripples of pleasure through her body, and his cock enjoyed the benefits first hand.
The two rolled on the bed, and as Louis got on top, he hooked her legs up and brought her feet to the headboard, pressing down on her folded body with great strength, depth, and speed.
Emma's eyes rolled back, her mind going blank with echoes of clapping flesh in her ears.
She knew she was done for this time.
The pleasure was so good—it brought out the horny slut in her heart.