Her arousal was obvious from the heat and wetness of her vagina that as I penetrated her expanded to fit round my penis. When I had my whole length in her I paused, feeling the rhythmic contractions of her tunnel round my penis as if she would suck the sperm from my testes.
I had waited so long for this moment and I knew I couldn’t hold back for more than a minute or so. This was an entirely new experience for me; I was with the woman I loved, the woman I had always wanted, and being my mother there was added piquancy, a sense of belonging and being at one that I had not known with the other women. I had actually entered that sacred place from which I had once entered this world.
I started to move in her, slowly at first, wanting the exquisite experience to linger, and I swear that I had intended to pull our of her as I ejaculated, but as the moment drew near it was nigh on impossible, I had to put my seed in her.
As mother sensed the approach of my orgasm she started to beg me not to come in her, but it was too late. I had my hands under her buttocks dragging her on to me, struggling for ever greater depth and plunging into her I let go of my sperm.
Mother was crying out, “No…no…no…” but the flood gates had burst and there was no stopping me as I poured my cum into her.”
I had just finished when mother’s cries changed, “Oh God yes…yes…don’t stop…don’t stop…please stay with me…don’t stop”
She was thrusting up against my now softening penis and I realised that because I had come so quickly her own orgasm had not had time to build, but now it broke out in full force.
She had her legs wrapped round me and her movements became more intense as she tried to get as much of me in her as possible. I stayed with her as quietly sobbing she passed over the peak of her orgasm and slowly started to relax.
We were both breathing heavily and were saturated with sweat but she managed to gasp, “What have you done to me…what have you done…”
It was then the guilt emerged. I had promised to pull our as I ejaculated, but hadn’t, and in that sense I suppose you could say that I’d raped her. Oddly, instead of trying to reject me, she was still clinging to me.
I tried to stammer my contrition but mother stopped me placing her hand over my mouth.
She mentioned nothing about my broken promise and said, “I’ve known for a long time that you’ve wanted to make love with me, and I’ve wanted you to, but I always knew it would be something special and once we started we wouldn’t be able to stop.”
I knew she was right. I had in a sense come home, it was in her vagina my penis belonged, and she was right; other women I had fucked, my mother I had made love with, even if briefly. As if to prove the point to my surprise my penis had hardened again in her. This had never happened with the other women; it had always taken me at least an hour to recover sufficiently to service them again, with mother it had been only a matter of minutes.
“Do it to me again,” mother said, “Don’t ever stop doing it to me.”
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