That was all Toby needed to hear; he put it in gear, rocking back and snapping forward, powering through Jean’s tight sheath. Those first few strokes while Jean adapted were absolutely incredible — but slow, due to the effort involved. As things got easier, they attenuated — but not a lot — and it was easy to compensate by adjusting his speed. Soon he was hammering right along…
… And Jean was in Heaven! This was SO incredibly GOOD! Was it just having sex again? Or was it Toby? Jeez, who cared? Jean wrapped her ankles behind Toby’s ass and assisted her lover in his attempts to bruise her cervix, impaling herself on his shaft.
Toby watched Jean’s face; she was making sounds, but they didn’t really make any sense — more like emphatic grunts. But her expression tended to change, going from a happy smile to a look of inward concentration while she got more and more flushed — and then she went nuts, throwing herself up at him and wailing while her pussy clamped down on his cock and pulsed and he knew that he’d made her cum. It was tremendously exciting to him to bring her there, and if he hadn’t just blown a load, he’d have cum with her, but he managed to ride it out and continue to stroke.
"There she goes!" Lon chortled, snapping the shutter for the twelfth or thirteenth time. "Man, she’s a wild one! She’s all over the place!"
"Cool," Rick grunted. All this discussion of his mother’s sexual response — something he hadn’t even really known she had — was beginning to get on his nerves. "You’ve got plenty, then — why don’t we head on out before somebody notices us?"
"Naw, I wanna get the cum shot! Besides, they might change positions!" Lon argued. His dick was like steel; yeah, he was gonna get some of that, even though he figured she wasn’t really as good as Beth…
"Awright." Rick resumed his duties as a lookout. Since this was his house, at least he had an excuse for being there…
Jean drifted down from a magnificent orgasm, panting and gasping. Obviously, that wild ride she’d gotten from Toby earlier in the week had been no fluke! With Hugh, Jean had developed the habit of riding on top because it seemed to maximize his penetration and her control — but Toby was running things here and they were just INCREDIBLE! She was maybe thirty seconds beyond a major orgasm, and already things were getting urgent again — and best of all, she wasn’t doing all the work! Toby was moving above her, pistoning into her like a perpetual motion machine, finding every nerve in her vagina … Hugh had been just the right length to poke her G-spot, if she moved right — but Toby was sliding past it going both ways, igniting her inner nerves with his blunt glans and lighting up her clitoris with every stroke! Her nipples stood up like spikes, and were so stiff that they hurt — but when Toby hunched himself and took one into his mouth, Jean nearly screamed from the shockwaves that tore through her! "AAAAUUGGHH!!!"
Toby knew a winning tactic when he saw one! While he had to hunch himself quite a bit to maintain contact with her spiky nub and it interfered with his stroke somewhat, the reaction he was getting from her said it was well worth it! Grinning, he shifted nipples, eliciting another strangled cry.
Control was out the window! Jean clutched Toby’s head to her, maintaining his contact with her burning nipple while she arched and surged, hovering on the brink of another orgasm. Her clutch actually assisted Toby in maintaining his position, which allowed him to stabilize himself against her and readjust his stroke — and Jean, 'WAY ahead of schedule, hurtled over the brink! "AAAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!! OGODOGODOGOD!!!!"
Suddenly, Jean’s pussy was a hot, wet, silken glove that clutched at his erection despite his motion — and Toby went from vaguely close to imminently explosive under the stimulation! "Gonna cum!" he grunted, his teeth still gently locked on Jean’s nipple.
The announcement sent a rippling shiver down Jean’s spine, adding a jet-assist to an already powerful peak! "Cum! Cum!" she wailed. "Fill me! Fill me full!"
That was all Toby needed! The pleasure and the need to ejaculate became excruciating and then came that heady moment of blessed relief as his cock fulfilled it’s mission inside his thrashing partner. Unconsciously, he clamped down on the spike between his teeth as he let go the first powerful blast — but the pain mixed with the sensation of hot fluids pounding into Jean’s cervix bringing her to a point of pleasure that just wasn’t tolerable; Jean fainted dead away.
Toby detected the shift to slackness, but for the first fifteen seconds or so he was in no position to worry about it. Pleasure suffused him as he moved his pulsing, over-sensitive cock in Jean’s tight sheath, moving slowly. But her hands on his head were no longer urgent and she was lax, not moving, so in a moment or two he rose up to get a look at her.
One look said she was unconscious, at least — but she was wearing this Mona Lisa smile… "Jean? Honey? Are you okay?" Toby rubbed her cheek. What did you do for someone who had passed out?
But she stirred, and, if anything, the smile got wider before her eyes opened. When they did, they instantly popped and Jean gasped "Oh my GOD! OH MY GOD!" Suddenly, she was clutching him fiercely and raining kisses on his face and neck. "That was…" Jean’s attempt to verbalize the experience ground to a halt; it was without doubt the most profound sexual experience she had ever had! But she was all over her tired young lover like a coat of paint, trying to absorb him through her pores, she was clutching him so closely.
Toby soaked it up like a sponge; this was what having a woman was about! Sex with Candace was totally different — it was a competition to see who was boss and who could control who. It was a challenge, and an accomplishment, in victory or defeat. But sex with Jean was a joining, a partnership, a mutual effort at attaining a higher plane, if only momentarily — and Toby needed that. It was unclear whether Toby could do without sex that had no challenge to it, but it was certain that he needed THIS!
On the other hand, there was a problem — this EMPHATICALLY wasn’t fuck-buddy sex; no, it was relationship sex — and by its very nature it was FORBIDDEN relationship sex! This realization leaked in on both of them while they were enjoying their post-coital euphoria — but was buffered by it. Jean, in particular, just couldn’t get as worked up over the whole thing as she had previously; she was just too sated to be tense. Still, there were questions to be asked … Fondling Toby’s damp curls as he lay atop her, she asked, "Dear, what about the pictures?"
"Mmmm?" Toby stirred. "Well, they DO exist — although I tried to fix it so that Candace was uncertain of it. She thinks she took pictures with an empty camera — or maybe she hopes she did, now. I pretended to pull the memory card out of it before the photo session, then pulled it and copied everything off and wiped it, after."
"But why?" Jean asked. "That’s SO dangerous!"
Toby sighed and rubbed Jean’s narrow flanks. "I can’t just hope that Candace will do what she’s supposed to — I needed something more on her than just my supposed ability to dominate her when it is necessary. So the photos aren’t for Ma so much as they are to capture the fact that Candace is blackmailing her — AND doing the same stuff as Ma, obviously. Once Candace had Ma on the run, the camera got handed around and some pics of Candace and I were taken, too — and I made sure they were good!" Should he tell her about the video? Yeah… "I have a webcam, too — and I used it; I’ve got a recording of Candace blackmailing Ma, sound and all…"