By this time, my cock was frantically searching for my mother’s pussy. I needed to be inside her, but I had never made love to anyone and I couldn’t find the point of penetration.
Moaning against my mouth, my mom whispered between kisses, “Are you teasing me?”
“No, I…I just can’t figure out where to put it…”
I thought she would laugh, but much to my relief and infinite delight, she instead reached between our bodies and wrapped her hand around my penis, guiding it into her body.
I couldn’t believe how amazing she felt. She was tighter than I had expected, and the head of my cock met some resistance as I tried to probe deeper. I was afraid I’d hurt her, though, and I cared too much about my mom to just stab at her. But she suddenly thrust upward while cupping my ass with both hands, forcing me deeper. I found that all the resistance was at the entrance, a squeezing ring that felt very similar to my mother’s lips wrapped tightly around my shaft. The deeper I penetrated, the softer and hotter my mother’s insides became. Still, there was tightness like I couldn’t believe she would posses after three children.
Oh God, I thought, I’m one of those children. I came from this body, this perfect womb I’m now raiding with my cock. I’m fucking my own mother!
Perhaps sensing this thought and how it prompted me to begin thrusting furiously in and out of my mother’s pussy, she looked up at me, her green eyes wide and warm with affection, and whispered, “Welcome home, darling.”
That was it: I began bucking her harder, causing milk to splash between us simply because of the motion of both our bodies. As it lapped up onto my mother’s breasts, I angled my head down and began licking between those perfect milky-tan globes. The bounced up and down around my face as my mother met the thrusts of her baby boy’s bucking hips. She was scratching at my back now, clawing at my shoulders and digging her nails deeper as I struggled to dig my dick deeper into my mother’s womb.
“That feels amazing, baby,” she managed to gasp. She was meeting my thrusts with the same wanton lust with which I gave them.
I moved my head back up so that I was face to face with my mother. “God, mom, you feel so good inside! I can feel you squeezing me inside your body!”
“It feels so good inside me, sweetie! It’s so fucking hot!”
I wasn’t even thinking then of how hard or fast I was thrusting. All I knew was that I had to be as deep inside my mother’s vagina as I could get, which was never far enough. I felt like I had to take her body, be wholly inside her, to ever really be satisfied.
My mind was empty until I suddenly thought of something that neither of us had talked about before we began making love. I knew my father had undergone a vasectomy a few years ago when he and my mother decided not to have more children. My mother had chosen not to get her tubes tied. Only then did the possibility of impregnating my own mother occur to me
Still humping and writhing atop my mom (I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to), I whispered into her ear, “We didn’t use protection. Should I go get something?”
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