Reaching between my legs, my mother found me hard again. She smiled and said, “Okay. Get on top of me, in between my legs.” She gently guided me into position. Reaching down, she positioned the tip of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. She looked up at me and cupped my face with her hand. “Do you love your Mommy?”
“I do. I love you so much.”
She nodded and smiled. “Push into me.”
We both practically screamed with pleasure as I sank into her. I felt her arms and legs wrap tight around me. After a few quick pumps I was surprised that my mother’s voice had suddenly become more visceral. It was almost a growl as she whispered, “Fuck me. Fuck your Mommy. Mommy likes being fucked.”
“Oh yes! I’m fucking my Mommy! Mommy’s pussy is so good!”
The sensations were so overwhelming: the feel of our moist, sweaty flesh against each other. The musky scent of perfume and pussy. The taste and feel of my mother’s tongue in my mouth. The sounds of our moaning and animalistic exclamations. I felt like I was now fully a man, as I pumped my cock into my mother’s wet pussy, making her whimper with every stroke.
Even though I’d already cum once that night, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer: “I’m gonna cum in you, Mommy! I want to give you my cum!”
This seemed to make my mother almost frantic with lust. “Yes! Yes! Cum in me, baby! Shoot your spunk into Mommy’s pussy!”
As I groaned and felt my cock pumping cum into her, I heard my mother scream in orgasm.
We held onto each other as we panted, spent from the sex. Finally, I whispered, “Thank you, Mommy. Thank you so much.”
She smiled and kissed my moist forehead. “Anything for my boy.”