I know its wrong, but we live in a very small town where there is not much to do. When I got home from work, he was bored and wanted to talk about us more from the other day.

I asked him what he had on his mind and he told me he wanted to talk about the prospect of us having sex at some point. I asked him why he wanted to have sex with me and he told me, "I like your hips."

I asked him, "What does that mean, you like my hips?" He told me he loved how curvy they made me. He told me, "I just wish you would let me get behind you, so I could lift up your skirt..."

I stopped him before he could finish telling me what he wanted to do with me. I removed my hand from infront of his face and told him, "Look, I'm not sure I really want to hear it."

After I saw the deep disappointment on his face when he started to walk away, I told him, "I would rather you show me instead," and to meet me in the bathroom in a few minutes.

I could hear him walking in on me. He was wide eyed when he saw me just how he said he wanted to have me... bent over the counter with my skirt pull to the side for him.

He got up on the stool behind me and dropped his drawers. I saw his face in the mirror; it was completely electrified. I could hardly believe what was about to happen.

It didn't take him long to rail himself into me with all of his slick wet precum either. After a few push attempts, he was in me deep all the way in no time. He grasped my hips, just like he wanted, and began to work me from behind.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap... he steadied himself on the stool, and then more pounding...

I watched him pump me from behind in the mirror as his pace quickened. By now, his face had a kind of, "Trance," look on it while he continued to railed himself in and out of me. As his eyes began to widen; he began to pulse much harder and faster for me... I knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

He watched himself give it to me while he stared at my, "Child bearing hips," he seemed to love so much. He was sooooo very rock hard for me now.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap... he continued pressing me harder and harder, faster and faster...

He was in desperate need to pump me full of his hot fury!

Then, as suddenly as I decided to let him fuck me, he began to blow his hot load in me as deep as he could as he pressed my hips with every shot.

Bold after bolt, shot after shot... I let him take all the time he needed to finish completly in me.

What can I say, I guess my Son just loves him some child bearing hips...