“For the first and only time it ever happened, I felt a second orgasm building. I called out for her as the fourth load left the tip and splattered her breasts. ‘Oh, my!’ she said with a wide smile, as a droplet of cum fell from her chin. One more burst of semen launched from my cock and landed on her chest, between her breasts. ‘Was that two?’
” ‘I… I guess it was. I thought I was done, but another came soon after.’ I laughed at my word choice.
“Mother fell back into the pillow and gushed to me about how it had been a long time since she had been with a man who satisfied her sexual urges as well as I had done. She made me blush as she repeatedly fed me compliment after compliment about how I treated her, and how eager I was to please her. I kissed her face all over.
” ‘So, are we a thing now?’ I asked.
“She turned and met my gaze. ‘You mean, am I yours?’ I nodded. ‘Take me one more time and make it true.’
“I maneuvered myself between her legs. While I wasn’t surprised my dick was ready once again, Mother was. She complimented on my stamina and watched my every move. I was sure she was intentionally not assisting me. She wanted to be taken.
“I positioned the tip at her entrance. ‘I’m going to take you, Mother,’ I announced as I pushed in. ‘You’re mine now.’
“She closed her eyes and moaned loudly as I entered her completely. When I settled within her, she lowered her chin and looked me in the eye. ‘I’ve been yours since you were born.’
“I began to make love to Mother for the first time. Yes, there were two other times, but that time was not hurried with excitement or shortened by inexperience. I replayed her sweet voice in my head again and again as I locked lips with her, and rhythmically pushed in and out of her.
“She was mine. I was also hers, until the end of time, in a way no other son would know. We tossed each other around for countless minutes until we were both breathing heavily, and our stomachs growled.
“We showered together and went to a local diner. The atmosphere was perfect for us. Not a word was spoken about what had transpired the twelve hours prior. I spoke of school and she spoke of home and the people there. We walked around the small town, hand in hand. No one knew us there, so there was nothing to fear. We ended up having lunch at the same diner, then going back to the hotel.
“There, we spent the night sipping wine and making love. The following morning was nearly a repeat of the day before. We finally had check-out.
“We planned to meet again, and often after that. It wasn’t a sad ordeal at all. Our situation persisted, much like Mother and Father’s. Despite any other relationship I had, I always made time for Mother. Since she lived alone, it was never suspicious when I went to stay with her for the weekend.
“I must say; with my experiences to date, nothing will ever match the experiences I had with Mother. When I met the woman I married, I persisted in building our love without physical affection until the time was right and the experiences I shared with her were similar, but it was still not the same.