“Wow! What’s gotten into you?” she asked. I pulled her closer so she could feel the bulge of my hard cock. She slid a hand to it. “Jeremy, do you need some of Mommy’s special attention?”
“I need to ask you a personal question, if I may.”
“Sure, baby. Go ahead.”
“When you’re on your cycle, do you use pads or tampons?”
She looked at me peculiarly. “Depending on the day, either one. Why?”
“Because,” I said, “I was thinking that if you were using a tampon, there’s no reason I still couldn’t go down on you. You know, like, I could still suck your clit, Mom. I could still give you an orgasm.”
She stared at me for all of twenty seconds, then said, “Now, why the hell haven’t I ever thought
of that? You’re right.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. “I just put one in not even thirty minutes ago. Do you want to?” My smile was answer enough for her. She led me to the sofa and removed her shorts and underwear, then lay back.
I crawled down between her legs and allowed my tongue to search out her clit. I had barely touched it when she moaned, “Oh, Jeremy.” I began slow, but she said, “Mommy’s going to need it hard and fast today, baby. Can you do that for me?” My cock was already fully erect when she said this, but it reached that plateau of uber-stiffness upon her revelation. I pulled my shorts off and began to jerk myself off, but, “No, Jeremy. Here.” She stood, had me lay down, and then she sixty-nined me. I didn’t last five minutes. More importantly, though, is the fact that Mom came four times in that five minutes. When it was over, she turned, kissed me, and said, “Thank you, Jeremy.”
My cock was still hard. “Mom, I don’t care about the blood. Let me put it in you.”
“Jeremy.”
“Please, Mom. I need to feel myself inside you.”
She grabbed a few Kleenex from the dispenser, then hid the fact that she was removing the tampon. She grabbed a magazine and tore a page from it, wrapped the Kleenex in it, and lay it on the table, then she mounted me. Entering her was like sliding my cock into warm molasses; her pussy felt thick and sticky. She intertwined her fingers with mine, then she began to ride me hard and fast. “Oh, fuck,” she screamed. “Oh, yeah.” She let my fingers go and said, “Grip my ass and fuck me, Jeremy. Fuck Mommy good.”
I did as she said. My hands took possession of her firm, fleshy ass and I drove my cock into her, matching her thrust for thrust. She continued to ride me, one orgasm after another lubricating her already wet pussy. “Fuck it!” she told me. “Fuck it, God-damn it!” She placed her well-manicured fingers on my chest and began clawing at me. It hurt like hell, yet it spurred me on. We were in complete sync with one another. Finally, she said, “Oh, God! It’s coming, Jeremy. Don’t stop. Don’t … No …” and she climaxed, her body shuddering as a grimace of pleasure came upon her face. I continued on, though, and even before she finished with hers, I was coming inside her. She moved down and kissed me. “No, Jeremy. No. We … We can’t do this again. Not on my cycle. Too much. Okay?”