The best part was seeing her facial expressions change with every inch I entered. Her eyebrows raised, and then lowered. Her eyes opened, and then closed. Her mouth opened, and then she would clench her teeth. It was like the perfect mixture of conflict and pleasure.
“Is everything okay?” I made sure.
The conflict remained on her face. “I never thought I’d be making love to my own son. But it feels perfect. Keep going. I’m not fragile. I won’t break. You can make love to me. Or fuck me, if you’d like. Whichever you prefer.”
God, what a statement. Fast or slow? Loving or rough? This was my mother, after all, so I settled for something in between.
It wasn’t long before we started having sex. Slow and loving at first. Then I fucked her harder. It was just the two of us out in the middle of nowhere. The only thing that mattered was that it was the most amazing and pleasurable experience we had ever felt. Our eyes were locked onto each others and our breathing became heavy. I fucked her faster and faster, and her moans became heavier. Her facial expressions kept on changing and it was clear that she was having the time of her life.
“Oh my god,” she groaned loudly. “Oh my god. I’m going to…I’m going to…”
She was going to cum. Hearing her express those words and feeling her skin and seeing her in pleasure was too much for me to take as well. She drove me crazy. And I did the same to her.
I fucked her as hard as I possibly could and she started to scream with incredible pleasure. Her arms squeezed me tight, and so did her legs which were wrapped around my body. Her eyes were shut tightly and she clenched her teeth. I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting and a gush of fluids rushed out from her cunt. She was having a powerful orgasm.
She screamed and screamed. Her back arched violently as we both came at the same time. I shot a large load of my cum deep inside of her womb before we both went completely limp, and I collapsed on top of her.
We were both sweating and exhausted. I could feel her heart pounding when I rolled off of her and laid on my back for a few minutes.
“So how do you feel?” I eventually asked with a heaving breath.
“I’m cured.”
“I’m glad to hear it. That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. I don’t care if anyone knows that I just fucked my own mother.”
“Well I do!” she said as she playfully slapped my chest. “This is our little secret. God, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same woman again. I feel…new. Relieved.”
“That was just so amazing. Maybe we could stay out here for a little while and, you know, explore a few more things.”
She smiled, “Well as far as I’m concerned, you’re my new therapist. I’m listening to every word you have to say. And I’ve also got a few fantasies I’d like to explore. In the meantime, I need to wash myself. I could feel your cum leaking from inside me. Let’s go back to the lake to get cleaned up.”
I grabbed her wrist and held her down. “Actually, I prefer the other way of cleaning up. I know you know what I’m talking about.”