Not wanting him to come inside her – not this time – Marie rode with the flow, easing the pressure off Robert while holding him steady between her thighs. She hadn’t even counted her own orgasms to this point. From the start she had felt nothing but a rapturous pleasure that refused to die and her moaning hadn’t stopped but to try to catch her own ragged breath and to talk her son through his rites of passage back to where he started.
But now her voice was rising in a series of “Aahhh'”s, calling to whatever God could smile down on this delirious act. She wanted him, he her. Between what consenting adults could this have been wrong? She didn’t feel an ounce of wrong, not a shred of guilt or remorse.
Filling her up, ever drawing out her soul-deep desire and bringing her to ecstasy, Robert now began to call back to her and then, ‘mom, I’m coming…’
Panic suddenly gripped Marie, who could only mouth the words “pull out” beneath her cries, her mouth and eyes wide in the oncoming lights of their beautiful catastrophe, and they were speeding together without relent. The mother of all orgasms froze her in place.
Like a beast Robert roared, hammering out the last of his willpower, and somehow he was able to hold off for ten more strokes as his mother caved in and began to gush all over his plunging, red-raw cock.
‘Pull out! Pull out!’
‘GRRAAAARRGHHH!!’ he screamed, trembling deep inside and pulling back with all his remaining strength, and as he came out, the thick white ropes of his boiling spunk were already shooting forth with hopeless abandon.
He had come inside her, she was certain that he had and the utter terror of that realisation drove her further into the dark tunnel of her own maddening pleasure. ‘Come on me,’ she shrieked, ‘come all over me,’ and he handled his straining tool with a strong hand, bathing her in his plentiful seed.
It was too much!
Marie blacked out, driven to unconsciousness by the intensity of her pleasure and her terror all at once…
10
‘I even checked your pulse,’ Robert recalled some time later. They shared the shower cubicle, wearily soaping each other up, then rinsing off. ‘I literally thought I’d fucked you to death.’
Marie smiled sleepily and held him to her beneath the steaming cascade. ‘How would I have explained that?’
Marie giggled at the thought. And then ached at the memory of the sex they had half an hour after that and then again at 3am. She was so sore that she hoped her ovaries wouldn’t even think about doing what she suspected they might. Either way, she would regrettably take care of that, if it came to that, and go to birth control; because one thing was surely inevitable. And she tingled and throbbed for him all the more for knowing it.
Marie exited the shower and readied a towel for the young hunk stood rinsing off under the shower head. Smiling she invited him out into the steamy bathroom and shrouded him, then gave him a grateful kiss on the lips.
‘I still don’t know what this means…’
‘I don’t care, mum,’ said Robert. ‘I found you.’