After the explosion, mom was quietly saying, “Oh…oh…oh…” as she finished and I continued to gently paint the wet nub with the tip of my tongue. Her knees bucked and she was shaky.
I said, “Sit here and rest mom.” She laughed as she lowered herself onto the cock I was holding for her.
She eased herself down with a sigh and said, “I don’t know how much rest I’m going to get on this thing.”
I held her hips and flexed up deeper into her pussy and said, “Not much.”
Even though she had just come, mom reacted as if she hadn’t. She raised and lowered herself on my cock as I cupped her breasts and tugged on her nipples. Every once in a while she’d take the whole cock up into her pussy and grind her hips, bringing me to the brink of orgasm. When I was on top of her I could control both of our orgasms and she had learned over the past months when to stop and let me gather myself so I could stay inside her longer whenever she was on top. I looked at her and saw her wincing each time I entered her. I said, “Are you okay mom?”
She said, “Yes baby, just come in me, I want to feel you come inside me now.” It really was up to her when I came when she was on top like that, and when she bounced quickly up and down for a few minutes, I had no choice. I shot up inside her and released more sperm into her pussy each time she came down on me. After I finished coming, she bent over to kiss me. She didn’t want to stop kissing and I heard her sniffle as if she was crying. I asked her again if anything was wrong and she insisted she was fine.
On the plane ride back I sat with Red and he was anything but fine. He said, “Danny, I met someone.”
I knew what was coming. I was annoyed at him and I just said, “And…”
“And her name is Pamela…her parents are clients…” I just looked at him waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“Okay,” he said. “We spent some time together and, you know, things happened, and I know it’s serious because I can’t stop thinking about her, and being away from her these five days…”
“And what about your mom?” I said.
“Mom’s great and I love her, and she’s been the best about everything, you know, but with Pam I can do everything and…”
“What does that mean Red?”
“You know, with sex, it’s really good with mom, but she doesn’t want to do a lot of things…but that’s not all of it…oh for fuck’s sake, I think I love them both…now what do I do?”
“I’ll tell you what you do, fuck-head, you tell you mother.” I was almost spluttering. “She did this for you, she went to bed with you because it hurt her to see you unhappy. I don’t know how emotionally tied up she is in this whole thing now, but you can’t fuck someone for months and have nothing going on. You owe it to her to tell her, and work it out. Don’t do this behind her back Red.”
“Yeah, I know, you’re right…okay…it’s not going to be easy.”
“A lot of things aren’t easy,” I said, “that doesn’t mean you don’t do them.” I gave him an affectionate tap across his head and he laughed.
The next time I saw Carla after the trip, it was evident that Red had spoken to her. She said, “I guess you know.”