“Oh—God—Yessss—” she screamed out, driving her heels into my ass and forcing me into her all the way up to the hilt as our groins slammed together consummating the defilement. “Commminnnnggg . . againnnnnn— ” she groaned.
“Sorrrrieeeee—” I groaned out, lunging up, trying to push in even deeper every time my peter kicked and fired off another blast inside her. I couldn’t believe that I’d cum so quickly. Sometimes it would take me ten or even fifteen minutes to cum when I was jacking off, but it seemed that I’d barely gotten my cock inside her before I was coming. But she’d had an orgasm, too. It was crazy! I’d never felt anything so fantastic. This was a million times, no, a trillion times, no, a gazillion times better than jacking off. I would never jack-off again, I swore. Not as long as my ma was with me.
I could see she was looking up at me with wide tear-stained eyes and wetness was freely flowing down her cheeks.
Had I done something to hurt her? What? What had I done wrong?
“What’s wrong, mother?” I whispered, leaning down, trying to kiss the dampness off her cheeks.
“Nothing’s wrong, Baby. I’m just so happy for us,” she blubbered, finding my lips with hers as she hungrily returned my kisses.
I knew that I had a lot to learn about women and their ways. About love. About everything. But I had an excellent teacher. And I knew that ma would teach me everything I needed to know . . . I wondered if mom would mind giving me a titty-fuck when I got hard again?