Mom pressed her lips to mine and we were joined, tongue to tongue and cock to cunt, as I sat and let my mommy fuck me. Up and down, back and forth she rode, picking up speed as she neared her first climax.
“Oof! Eeeh! Uuunnn!” Over and over as ecstasy overtook her. I felt her juices flood my cock as she came. She never lost a stroke, fucking me faster and harder. I began to raise my hips to meet her thrusts, and we slapped together in blissful union. I couldn’t hold out much longer. Mom was just too good!
“Oh, my love, I’m going to cum soon” I told her. She rode still faster and harder, my hands on her hips to help her lift and settle.
“Oof! Uunn! Een!” Mom’s next orgasm triggered my own, and I pulled her down hard on my cock so I could send my seed to the deepest parts of her vagina. I shot what felt like a pint of cum into my loving mother, who was lost in the throes of her own orgasm. Mom and I just came together, I thought. It was bliss!
As we both returned to full awareness, we kissed tenderly. Still, mom remained silent. I placed my hands on her head and turned her so she had to look at me.
“Mom, did I do something wrong? Why won’t you talk to me?” A single tear streamed down her cheek, which I tenderly wiped away.
“I love you so, min gode pojke,” mom began. “I’m sorry you thought I’m upset. Exactly the opposite, my love. I simply couldn’t admit out loud that I wanted what I know is wrong, which is just what you gave me. As long as I didn’t say it out loud, I gave myself permission to let it happen naturally, and I didn’t have to think that I was at fault for possibly hurting you. But now, there’s no reason not to say it. I want you to fuck me, min gode pojke. I want you to always be my personal motherfucker!”
I pulled her close to me and held her for a moment.
“Mom, my love, there is no fault here; no blame to take. I’ve been trying to make exactly this happen for so long now. You’ve done nothing wrong. You’ve helped your child achieve his dream. Isn’t that what a mother’s love is for?” She smiled, and in this silence, I came to understand some things about my mother.
“One question is nagging at me,” I said. “You told me years ago that masturbation was wrong. Yet you pleasured yourself just last night. I don’t understand that.”
Mom smiled and told me that she never actually felt that masturbation was wrong. She enjoyed masturbating, in fact. It was when she walked in on me, catching me in the act, that she realized I was a man — an 18-year-old man she was drawn to.
Watching me masturbate awakened a sexual interest in her, and she wasn’t ready to accept it. My mother had desired me for years, but couldn’t act on it! We laughed over that.
“Well, no worries now, my mother. We have each other, and we don’t have to answer to anyone about the choices we make in our life. No one need know about us, and we can just enjoy ourselves together.”
Mom leaned in and kissed me, wriggling her bottom on my cock. “Now then, she said, “I have something I need you to clarify for me.”
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