Our first kiss was magical, it brought my arousal into new heights. When her tongue darted and met mine it sparked a fire in me that would be hard to put out. I paused my strokes to give full attention on the kiss, because the intensity was growing by the second. As it went on and on, my confidence and hunger grew.
I began to pump my hips with purpose. I watched mom’s tits shake in time with my thrusts. They were exposed there, in all their glory, exclusively for me to touch, lick, and suck, which I did like a maniac. Our moans and sighs soon filled the room, accompanied by the sound of our flesh slapping together each time I thrust my dick in and out of her pussy.
“Right there, keep going… Ahh fuck me, fuck me hard,” mom voiced out in abandon, and I did just that.
I had the most blissful orgasm, the aftermath made me shake all over like a vibrator. Mom clutched on to me as all my semen entered into her depths.
We fucked; we didn’t make love or spend the night discovering each other—we fucked like there was no tomorrow. My initial reserve was completely cast away and replaced by pure animalistic desire. At one point, drunk with passion, I became bold enough to straddle her chest and plunge my dick into her mouth. Mom’s mouth simply welcomed the intrusion, and this acceptance made me even bolder. Inspired by porn videos, I grabbed her wrists and held them together above her head. She got the idea and fixed herself against the bed’s headboard, all the while never allowing my dick to stray away from her lips. I then began to move my hips, and God she let me. I was in awe watching this person who’s had authority over me for all the years of my existence, someone who had reprimanded, grounded, and at occasions spanked me for misbehavior, now lay there submissively sucking my cock like an obedient slave.
“Yeah mom,” I growled, lost in the moment. “Suck that cock.”
She was deeply preoccupied by her work, but upon hearing my voice she looked up at me with wild, startled eyes as if realizing for the first time whose cock it was she was sucking. But that only added fuel to the fire. She tightened her lips and sucked harder, and I moved faster in response. No courtesy or whatsoever restrained me from roughly erupting into my mother’s mouth.
Very little was said between us all throughout the night. Rather than talk, any amount of energy were spent instead for another round of lovemaking, or should I say, wild fucking—that’s a better term for what transpired. In frantic, whispered short instructions, mom taught me everything she could teach. Except for anal we pretty much did everything (although I’m sure she would have let me have her other hole if I went for it). Mom allowed me to do anything I pleased, like grasping her hair and spanking her ass while in doggy position (one of my many porno inspirations that I tried with her), or strangling her neck in a harmless but firm way while taking her from other different positions.
That night I saw another side of her I never could have imagined, and I’m sure she saw the same unexpected side in me. Who would have thought that her sweet little boy could be so demanding, uncaring, and rough? For sure I never thought mom, who was usually strict with me and unopposed around the house because of her strong personality (even dad would sometimes cower at her feet), could be so submissive and responsive to my wishes.