“You did all you could, Mom,” I said in a soothing voice. “Be at peace with that.” I pulled out of her then. No, I had not yet gotten my orgasm, but right now, that seemed not too important. I lay next to Mom and she wept herself to sleep. I covered her up and went to my room to shower, and that’s the way that day ended.
I awoke with Mom in my bed. Unbeknownst to me, sometime in the night she had crawled in in front of me into that spooning position. “Are you awake?” I asked softly.
“Yes.” I wrapped an arm around her. She grabbed my hand and placed it upon her breast. “Make love to me, Johnny.” I kissed the nape of her neck and her back arched. I lifted her leg and slid my hard cock into her. “Ohhhhhhhh,” she sighed upon penetration. I began to move slowly in and out of her. I wasn’t in a hurry to cum, and she seemed content with the pace I had set. Problem was, though, that I was still jazzed from last night, but that really didn’t matter. I came in her in about ten minutes, but I kept on going another thirty until I came again. By the time I was done, Mom was all smiles. She looked back, pulled my mouth to hers, and we kissed another ten minutes before getting out of the bed.
Over breakfast, I asked, “Is it wrong that the value of my love for you has changed?”
“I was wondering the same about mine for you,” she said in way of response. “You are my son, and I love you, but …”
“Go ahead, Mom,” I said when she did not immediately finish her sentence.
“I’m falling in love with you, I think. Is that wrong, Johnny?”
“I’m already there, Mom, and I’m not ashamed of it.”
She bent toward me and we began to kiss. I made to pull back after a few seconds, but for some reason committed myself to more. After a few minutes, Mom said, “Take me to the bedroom.” I scooped her into my arms and carried her to the bed, kissing her all the way. We removed our clothing, then Mom had me lie down so she could mount me. It was slow and exquisite and beautiful. Once it was over, we lay together for the better part of an hour with no words passing between us.
At dinner, Mom announced, “I want nothing but oral tonight, and lots of it. Think you can oblige me that?”
“I’ll give you as much as you can stand,” I answered. After Matlock went off at ten, we went to our separate bathrooms to bathe. Once again, I was waiting for Mom when she came out of her shower, much to her appreciation.
She crawled onto the bed, stuck her ass high into the air, and said, “Will you lick it again like you did before, Johnny? It felt so good when you licked it last time.”
I positioned myself behind her and parted her fleshy ass cheeks. I then slowly ran my tongue around her rectum. Mom cooed with pleasure as my tongue slowly lavished her most private of regions. Oh, her asshole was a thing of beauty. It was tender, but not too wrinkled; it still had a light pink color to it; and it was every bit as sensitive as her clit. I remember glancing at the clock before I began, and the time was 10:38. It was now going on 12:15. I had been eating Mom’s ass for over an hour and a half, and she and I were so into it that we lost all track of time.