“Reach … down…” she panted, with her face buried into the bed sheet. “Play with my clit… oh fuck … I’m close to cumming!”
I did what she asked, touching that wet pussy of hers and playing with her clitoris, rubbing it in fast circles.
Soon, her moans and verbal sounds bordered on becoming screams. A stream of fluids rushed through my fingers from her vagina as she was having an orgasm. Her body became tense and the muscles in the lower half of her body clenched tightly, which was more than enough for me to have a powerful orgasm of my own.
“Cum inside me! Cum inside me!” my mother shouted while I shot load after load of cum inside her rectum.
Soon, we both went limp after reaching an incredible climax. I laid beside her body and we were both breathing heavily. She was face down, and I got to feel (and examine) the muscle tone of her back and ass. It was a sight to behold, especially as she breathed heavily, causing her back to heave up and down.
“That was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” I said to my mother.
When she had the energy, she turned over to lie on her back, and she pulled me down to kiss her on the mouth for a brief moment.
“You know,” she said between kisses. “If I had known that having sex with my own son was that much fun, I would have done it earlier. You were terrific.”
“Beats lifting weights and doing cardio, doesn’t it?” I joked. “I only wish I had the courage to recommend this earlier.”
She smiled. “Well, I think we’ve found the latest addition to my fitness routine. We’ll start off with a warm up, workout, and then we’ll come back to the bedroom and fuck. Perfect for a cool down, and it provides additional cardio.”
“Exactly.”
“And don’t forget the post-workout nutrition.”
There was a lustful expression in her eyes, along with a slight grin which had formed on her lips.
While laying on her side, she lifted one of her breasts and brought it to her mouth, sucking on her large brown nipple. She looked me in the eyes as she sucked on herself. Her hand squeezed her breast as her mouth sucked, and instantly, she was drinking her own breast milk. Her cheeks caved in with every suck.
When she unlatched her lips from her nipple, there was milk on her tit, and around her mouth, and she smiled.
“Your turn,” she offered, with her lips still wet with milk.
She sat up on the bed, moving nearer to me, and held out her other tit. The nipple was rock hard and begging to be sucked, so I bent forward and sucked on it. I did the same thing she did, sucking hard, and using my hand to squeeze on it. Milk entered my mouth and I drank it.
“Like I said,” she moaned, enjoying the breastfeeding experience. “It’s perfect for our post-workout nutrition. Healthy in every way.”
No one could argue with that.