She smiled, “I can’t believe you just said that. I…uhhh…ohhh!!”
My mother let out an incredibly loud moan as my fingers started rubbing her clit. Her eyes widened and so did her mouth. It suddenly dawned on me that I had complete sexual power over my well-respected mother while she was in this state of hypersexual-arousal. My fingers, which were becoming wet with her fluids, didn’t let up as I continued to furiously rub her clitoris and labia.
“Oh god…that feels so good!…Please don’t stop!”
Her face twisted with pleasure. And when two of my fingers went inside her little vaginal hole, she squirmed and fought her body just to stay in place. It was like she was a woman possessed. I repeated the same back and forth repetitions, which were clearly working wonders on her.
“I’m almost there…Don’t stop!…I’m cumming!!”
Her back violently arched and her toes tightly curled. A sudden stream of fluids squirted out of my mother’s vagina and sprayed between my fingers. She squeezed the towel she was laying on tightly as a I continued fingering her clit. And I continued rubbing until she became completely relaxed and her orgasm was completed.
When it was over, my mother just laid there, eyes closed, as she struggled to catch her breath after the powerful orgasm she just had.
“Jeez… I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but that was absolutely incredible to watch,” I told her.
She remained relaxed and tried to quickly compose herself.
“Well I’m glad you’ve enjoyed your little ‘biology lesson’ as much as I did,” she replied. “Now you see what I’ve been going through since yesterday afternoon. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get cleaned up.”
Before she could get up, a sudden thought came to mind – a naughty one.
“Mom… Do you think you could… you know… help me out with the problem I’m having right now?” I asked hesitantly.
She gave me a serious look. “If you’re asking what I think you’re asking, the answer is no. That’s not a good enough excuse. You don’t have a medical issue like I do.”
“Maybe not. But I just helped you out with your condition, and who’s to say that it won’t come back anytime soon and you might need my help again? Fair is fair isn’t it?”
“Are you serious?”
I nodded sheepishly. “Yes.”
After a brief moment to think, she replied, “Fine. Take it out and I’ll give it a few strokes for you. And that’s it. Nothing more.”
I didn’t miss a beat as I pulled out my hard cock through the top my shorts. I felt unashamed as my mother looked over my manhood, which stood erect for her, and she took it between her fingers and held it tight.
“You’ve grown,” she said, looking at it and slowly beginning to stroke.
“I have. And I’m probably going to regret telling you this, but today is a dream come true for me. I’ve fantasized about you for a pretty long time.”
The grip of her hand became tighter and she gave me longer strokes.
She looked up at me and smiled, “I’ve always known that. I’m a specialist in human biology remember? Plus I’m your mother, and mothers know these things about our sons.”