Despite my anxiety, mom was able to bring my eight-inch friend to life with only a few strokes. As I continued to look for unexpected visitors, mom casually spit in her hand and began massaging my cock expertly.
As her hand slid up and down the length of my shaft, she leaned over and said, “When you’re ready to pop, just squeeze my leg.” I didn’t say a word, but she could tell I understood.
The danger of the situation was thrilling, and I felt myself losing it. I reached down to her thigh and squeezed.
As if she was a well-oiled machine, her head dipped down to my lap so fast I could barely see it happen. She wrapped her lips around my tip of my cock just as cum began streaming from it. She gobbled up every drop and was back sitting upright in no time flat. You would’ve never guessed anything out of the ordinary had happened if you hadn’t watched carefully. I must’ve looked stunned, because she couldn’t stop laughing at my expression.
That night when we crawled into bed, mom stopped me before I kissed her and said, “Will you make love to me?”
Not really registering what she had said, I nodded and leaned in to kiss her again.
She stopped me again with a tender look on her face and said, “I don’t mean ‘fuck,’ Matty,” she said. “I mean, really make love to me.”
I understood exactly what she meant. Everything to this point had been amazing, but make no mistake, we had been fucking like animals. What she wanted was to truly be together the way only two people in love can be together. I wanted it too.
That night we made love for the first time. It was passionate, erotic and tender, all at the same time. We touched each other in new ways, saw ourselves in each other’s eyes and gave ourselves completely to the moment. After, we slept in each other’s arms the entire night.
The next day, we were walking in a park not far from our hotel, when we decided to sit on a bench by the playground. We watched as children chased one another and played throughout the various slides, swings and mazes. Then, mom turned to face me. I could tell she was searching for the words, but couldn’t find them.
“What is it?” I asked her, putting her hand in mine.
“You know that I had you when I was very young, right?” she said. “Well, between that and the fact that I was in an unhappy marriage for so many years, the thought of having another baby was the furthest thing from my mind.”
“I know that,” I said. “It’s been hard for you all these years.”
“Well,” she said while looking down at her lap. “This last week has made me realize that I can feel love again. I know that because I’ve fallen in love with you.”
My heart jumping at hearing what I’d hoped was true, I smiled and said “I love you too.”
“I think I knew that,” she started. “But there’s more. You know that I’ve been on the pill this entire time. Well, I used up the last one in my prescription yesterday, and I’ve decided I’m not going to start a new set.”
Not knowing how to react, a confused look rushed over my face.
“More than anything in this world, I want to have a baby with you,” she said. “I know how that me being your mother makes everything very confusing and complicated, so I’ll understand if you don’t feel or want the same thing. But if you don’t, and we continue to make love, you’ll need to use a condom from now on. It’s up to you, but I bought a box at the store today just in case. Either way, you know I love you, right?”