I couldn’t believe she wanted it harder, but I gave it to her as hard and fast as I could until I was about to explode. I yelled, “I’m coming…” and I closed my eyes as I pumped her ass full of my sperm.
I don’t know if she touched herself or not, but I do know that she came with an explosive, “YEESSSS…” at the top of her lungs until she collapsed sprawled over the bar. She was laughing. She said, “Oh wow, no one would believe what you just did to every one of my nerve endings; I’m still tingling.”
I said, “I hope you’re not going to go out and make some public announcement now, are you?”
She laughed and turned to sit on chair. I kissed her and took a handful of her tit, stretching the nipple between my fingers. She said, “Oooh, you do get me going…and talking about going, we better get a move on if we’re going to meet Carla and Red at seven.” With a quick kiss she pinched my nipples and ran from the room laughing. I loved the sound of it.
The next day, Carla said to me, “Well, I guess you got your little problem with your mother solved.” I hadn’t said anything to her about it.
“How do you know?” I said.
“Oh please,” she laughed, “I could feel the electricity between you two, and the way you caught each other’s eyes, anybody who’s ever been in love can see the signs.” I just smiled. “I’m happy for you Danny,” she said.
“I’m happy too,” I said.
Carla said, “I wish I could say the same for my Red.”
I hesitated before saying anything and then said; “Well maybe he’ll find someone soon.”
“We both know what the problem is with him…Mary…and there’s not going to be an easy answer for that one.”
“Did he tell you?” I asked.
Carla said, “Danny, he didn’t have to tell me, I knew it from when he was a teenager…I wish I could help him, but he pays no attention to what I tell him.” She sighed, I don’t know why people have to make things so hard on themselves.”
“Do you think he has a choice, Carla?”
“Yes, I guess I do,” she said. “He doesn’t have to call her all the time to torture himself. He’s stopped even looking for someone. You can’t just sit around feeling sorry for yourself; you’ve got to do something positive, anything to keep from being stuck in the mud. You were lucky Danny, you and your mom made the same choice.”
I was lucky, for a while. Mom and I were having a great ride. Even our fantasy lives were in sync. At first she was shy about it. When we were actually having sex, she could say and do anything. When she wanted to talk about playing out a fantasy, she would have trouble getting the words out.
The strange thing was that her fantasies were tied up in our reality. I was either the son who wanted to sleep with his mother, or the son whose mother wanted to sleep with him, but one person was always trying to stop it.
In the last story she made up, she had a husband who mistreated her. The bastard often ties her up and leaves her for hours, after which he comes back and fucks her. I was the son who comes home unexpectedly and finds his mother in this compromised condition.