My mother went wild after I whispered it into her ear. She thrust back on my cock, one hand braced against the bed while the other worked at her sex. She told me she loved me and that I was such a gorgeous son for telling her that. My mother sobbed and groaned out she was close to coming again, begging me to go along with her.
“Please, darling, please!” my mother cried out. She swivelled to look back at me, gasping at me to kiss her again.
That did it for me. With our tongues swirling and twisting the joy burst inside me and I gave whatever I had left from the depleted contents of my balls. I told my mother what was going on, snarling it out while I could still speak.
“Come inside mummy,” she said, staring at me. “Squirt it into me, Alan. Stay with me tonight. Let’s be together…”
Then her expression turned vague, face going slack, a long low moan of her pleasure issuing forth.
“I love you,” I moaned once more.