I swear I could feel the heat of his ejaculation.
He finally collapsed on top of me.
“Stay still, Danny. Stay still there and don’t move for a while. Let it all settle inside me. Good boy,” I said and kissed his forehead. “Good boy.” I hugged him close.
Now, as I lay there with my son’s deflating penis still inside me, I started to have all kinds of doubts and fears. The peak emotions had passed and now reality set in.
I had sex with my son. I had been persuaded, cajoled, and seduced into having sex with my son. I had to deal with that the rest of my life. And, Danny had to deal with that too. What if he regretted it? What if he pictured it as me having taken advantage of him? What if—
“Mom, that was sooo great. I came inside you. Deep inside you.”
“You did. I feel it. You did really good. Now ease out of me slowly. We want to keep as much of you inside of me as possible.”
He did as he was told. I looked and his cock was glistening with the combined fluids of son and mother. The sight of it made my hips twitch a couple times.
Danny made a motion to lie down next to me, but I said, “No. Get that big pillow and put it under my butt. I need to tilt back and stay still for a while to give all your sperm a chance to do its thing.”
He did as instructed. “Cover Mommy up so I don’t get cold. And then let me rest for a while.”
He threw the sheet and blanket over me, then bent down to kiss me. I offered my cheek, not my lips.
“What’s the matter, Mom? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?” Danny asked in a concerned voice.
“Danny, nothing like that. What you did was amazing. Wonderful. Incredible.”
“Then, what is it?”
“Danny what we just shared is a rare treasure. I’ll always think of it as such. We set out to accomplish something that was great, and we did it. We did it mostly because of you. You couldn’t have done any better, not in a million years.”
“But …?” he asked. He knew from my tone of voice there was something I was going to add.
“But, it was this one time and we have to get back to reality. Now you’re my son again and I’m your Mother. The sooner we can forget—”
“Mom, I never want to forget what we did. How we felt together. Mom, I never came that hard before. Did you … I mean …?”
Danny wanted to know if he gave me an orgasm. It was natural. I couldn’t tell him what had really happened, that I caught myself and shut it down. “No, I didn’t. I didn’t reach that peak. In a guy, it’s a lot easier. It’s a lot more physical and not as much mental and emotional. For a woman, many things have to line up perfectly, and then it happens.”
“You mean you could never cum with me?”
This is where I had to be a little bit creative if I didn’t want to flat out lie. Danny could never know how close he had gotten his mother to the edge. “You did your job great today. You delivered all you could of yourself inside me. My job was to receive it. Your job REQUIRED that you cum. Mine didn’t, so I didn’t get to that point. I told you, a lot of factors have to be right, and lot were, but not enough to make me feel that way.