“No, no, I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
“It won’t do any harm,” she said, as if to herself. “No one will know.”
“Um, yeah…”
Then noticing my state, she said, “Try to relax a little.” In a slow almost hesitant movement, she lowered her rubbing to the bulge on my boxers.
I’m not all that sure what prompted her decision, my guess is that the heat of our recent contact still remained in her body (it certainly remained in mine), and that it had awakened her needs. Maybe she hadn’t been getting any from dad and was missing the action, and it just so happened that I was there, at the right time and place, and at the right circumstances. But something told me she was still indecisive. Whichever was the case, I asked no further questions. With uncertain hands, I slid my boxers down and tossed my t-shirt somewhere. I was kind of waiting for her to say something, but she didn’t, so nervously I moved between her legs, which, to my pleasant surprise, she willingly spread for me.
“Get this off,” mom said struggling with her huge shirt.
Once we removed it, we paused and regarded each other for a moment. My heart was in my throat now, as I took in the surreal image before me. I was a little reluctant and intimidated by sight of her naked body. This was my own mother, I reminded myself. She was no goddess but the mere fact that she was lying there naked for me was more than enough to set my temperature boiling. Mind you, she wasn’t bad looking at all. Those motherly curves and the fullness of her figure (although in no way plump) were very enticing. Her breasts were ample enough and could fill my hands, with light brown areolas that looked almost pink in her fair skin. She had a few hairs in the pubic region. As I was scanning over every inch of her, I came upon her eyes staring into mine.
“Come here, closer,” she said softly.
I mounted her and almost melted when we came in contact skin for skin. She reached down between us to take hold of my erection, the hardness of which was almost steel-like. A gasp escaped me the moment her hand touched my dick. She lightly stroked it for a few seconds before guiding it to her entrance.
“Now forward, Danny. Push forward.”
I did as instructed. In one smooth thrust my cock eased its way inside her. We both let out a sigh of pleasure when our pubic bones met.
“Remember,” mom breathed out. “Not a word to anyone.”
I nodded. “What happens here stays here.”
“Good boy.”
I savored the foreign sensation first, feeling the warmth and wetness that enveloped me, and the contractions clamping around me. Then I started to stroke in and out, a little awkwardly given my inexperience.
“That’s it baby,” mom whispered, her hands starting to roam and caress my body.
Eventually a nice slow rhythm was established. While I was fucking her she had her eyes closed and kept encouraging me in a low, sexy voice. “Yes, that’s it… Fuck me… Oh God…”
The heat of her bigger body felt wonderful against my own. We were so close I could taste her breath. I asked, like the naive school boy that I was, “Can I kiss you?” Mom must have thought it a silly thing to ask given the position we already shared, because she let out a quick little laugh then without a word pulled my head toward hers.