Instantly I feel his breath in my neck and his nose sliding up my skin. To my surprise a sigh escapes me.A hand still grips my hair when he guides me ...o a gate near me. The solid gate to the garden is marred with two specks of moss in the shape of unequal triangles. He opens the gate and after that he opens his shed. The size of his shed is equal to mine, but there every comparison ends. The shed seems empty at first glance.The walls are smooth and covered with stuccoes. Again the wall is. I realized I was getting fucked like I had always fantasized about as an adolescent, I was being fucked like a cheap whore.The guy’s pace increased and he began punching my prostate g-spot. Over and over he hit it. He became rougher and went deeper and then I felt a pop inside me and realized from my own misadventures with girlfriends that the condom had broken. He didn’t slow. I moaned, and he moaned and he bareback-fucked me. Then, I felt a warm wet mouth on the other side of the glory. He collected all the empty mugs and handed them back to the serving lady, with his thanks. He made a point of dropping a five-pound note into the donation box beside the urn before leaving, getting a genial smile in return.Once he was sure that everyone was accounted for and back in the cars, they set off for home. A few asked him in the car about what happened in the vestry room, but Reg said, “Later, once we are home.”Sure enough, as soon as they were through the door, almost everyone was. I felt so full and I grabbed his ass to urge him on. This was so surreal and yet I knew this was what I had wanted all along. I didn't care about how taboo this was. My Son was fucking me with his big cock and I was about to cum.I guess he was thinking straight on some level because he said, “Mom I am about to cum. Should I pull out?”I wasn't on the pill and he wasn't wearing a condom. Through my sexual fog I was pretty sure I wasn't at risk of getting pregnant but to be honest I had no.