“With a groan he drops to his knees and for a moment stares in adoration at her sacred place, then he starts to lick her… that’s lovely darling, don’t stop…ah…ah…oha…”
I didn’t need mother’s prompts now; I was so worked up I simply went with the flow. I was lapping up her sweet female juice and smelling her woman fragrance.
I don’t think either of us needed any more of mother’s scenario, but having a taste for drama she went on.
In a strangled voice she said, “They are almost free, there is only the final act to consummate their love. She knows what the consequences might be, but she doesn’t care…she even embraces it. He picks her up in his arms and carries her tenderly to the divan and lays her on it. He…”
“There isn’t a divan in here,” I protest.
“Then for God’s sake take me into the lounge,” she wailed.
“I carried her into the lounge and laid her on the divan. She didn’t hesitate.
“He…he…oh Terry…give it to me…give it to me darling…I need you so badly.”
Her legs were wide open and raised. I got between them and plunged into her. The last dregs of the world of mundane reality fled and I was in paradise. Her hot wet tunnel engulfed my penis, clutching and sucking as if she would draw all of me into her.
“She was saying repeatedly, “Darling…oh darling…darling…” until she gave a sudden convulsive surge and screamed, “It’s coming…coming…oh God…harder…deeper…”
I let it go; cum pumped up my shaft and shot into her. I think I howled with ecstasy as I started to fill her joy tunnel, and we writhed together frantically. I had one hand behind her at the base of her neck, the other hand was under her buttocks as her legs wrapped round me and we struggled to get my seed deep into her.
Why can’t it last? Why can’t we die doing it? But those superlative moments of fulfilment don’t last. Mother was still frantically working herself over my penis as I came down from the heights. She was sobbing and pleading with me, “Stay…oha…stay with me darling…I still need…oh…oh…oh…”
Mother ended with a long drawn out sigh of contentment and calm descended upon us.
We lay silent for sometime. My penis was still in her and for some reason I was reluctant to withdraw from her.
After a while mother said very softly, “Well that’s how I think it happened.”
“W-what?”
“The couple in the picture, that how I think they ended up coming together.”
“Oh.”
“I wonder…I wonder…?”
“What?”
“If she got pregnant.”
“Pregnant!”
“Well of course darling; she didn’t look too old to get pregnant, and if like us they didn’t use anything then….”
“You mean you could…?”
“Yes, of course I could; wouldn’t it be wonderful; a real consummation of our love for each other.”
“I don’t…”
“Be a darling; I’m dying of thirst. Go and make a cup of tea.”
I went to the kitchen to make tea. I had a lot to think about, and hopefully a lot to look forward to.