“Dear God,” she breathed, “it’s bigger than I imagined!”
I gripped it as I started to move around the table to her side. “I wasn’t kidding, Mother,” I said with a growl in my throat. “I’m not going to last long!”
She immediately complied and leaned over the table with one leg resting on the edge of it. As I got behind her, I could see that she was more than ready for me. I’d seen a few adult magazines and I knew exactly what to do. I grabbed my shaft, almost squeezing it painfully, and aimed it at the hole I’d come out of 18 years before. “Be gentle at first, son,” she gasped when she felt the crown of my swollen member barely touch her outer folds. She looked back at me, her right cheek pressed against the wooden table top and her eyes wild with lust. “It’s been a long time for me.”
I nodded my understanding and, as slowly as I could, pushed my hips forward. My mother’s pussy begrudgingly accepted the intrusion of my thick head as I applied more pressure. Mom groaned throatily when the bulbous tip finally slipped past her entrance and began to slowly push deeper inside of her. The tightness, the wetness, the heat- all of it was making my head swim and my nervous system dance with electricity, but I kept my focus and continued to feed more of my hardness into my mother’s sexy body.
When I had little over half of my length inside of her, Mother gasped aloud, “Jesus, son, how long IS that thing?”
Every man measures his penis, even virgins, and I was no exception. I measured it on a regular basis, ever since I learned that mine might actually be more exceptional than others. I let go of my shaft entirely and held onto each side of her hips now that I was firmly seated inside of her. At that point, I wouldn’t withdraw until I was satisfied. Even if someone had a gun to my head, I’d have rather died than stop what I had started. “Ten inches,” I answered promptly.
Mother swooned as I pushed still more of myself inside of her. “Oh! Dear God in Heaven! Your father was only eight inches long!”
I stopped pushing when I heard that. “Really?”
Mother turned to look at me, still impaled on over half of her son’s cock. “Inbreeding will do that,” she said with a smirk. “All of the men in our family are well-endowed, but they tend to get more so with each new generation.”
I looked down to appreciate our coupling. I just could not believe that my cock was now buried inside my own mother’s quim. I certainly hadn’t expected this development, but now that we were doing it, I wondered why we hadn’t done this sooner. And the answer to that question was simple: she hadn’t told me. If she had told me sooner, this most likely would’ve happened sooner. Our coupling would have occurred a long time ago. And, strangely, I felt a bit resentful at that realization. Using that brief flash of resentment, I pushed myself deeper, this time with a bit of force, but not all the way because I’d hit some resistance.
“OH!” Mother cried out. “Careful! You’re at my cervix!”
“Your what?” I asked.
She took a deep breath. “My cervix. It’s the entrance to my womb. When our father was alive, he would occasionally get that deep, especially when we did it like this, from behind. If you’ll wait a moment, I think I might be able to let you get deeper. When I nod my head, try to push in the rest of the way, okay?” She faced forward, took another deep breath and then let out a long, low moan of some sort while dipping her spine just the slightest bit. She nodded her head gently, and I slowly pushed against the resistance I felt at the tip of my cock. With steady force, I felt it suddenly give way and the head of my penis was suddenly in an even tighter grip, but it had eclipsed the entrance. As soon as it had, Mom let out the rest of her air in a whoosh.
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