I said, “Mom, we’re both doing this because we need each other. What we want from each other, what we have together, it’s never going to go away. I don’t know what we’re going to do about it, but I’m not giving you up again, do you hear me?”
Her voice was full of emotion when she said, “Yes baby, yes, I hear you.” She kissed me passionately as her tongue played in my mouth and invited me to fuck her again. This time, it sweet and slow; we kissed and touched for a while then she did my body with her mouth. She kissed and sucked me everywhere until I couldn’t wait anymore and I directed her to my cock. Before she started she said, “I know I’m not the only mother that has sex with her son, but I can’t imagine one who loves her son more. And I don’t care if I’m just being a fool. Even if you don’t want me anymore tomorrow, I want tonight.”
As she went down on me, I told her I’d want her forever, and I felt her lips and tongue working on me. After sucking on each of my balls, mom took the head of my cock into her mouth. My shaft rested on the soft pillows of her lips as her tongue teased the spongy swollen mass that the top of my cock had become. She ran her tongue around the crease of the helmet until my hips flexed to get her to start sucking. Only my mother could suck me with sex and love that I could feel with every stroke.
She moved up and down the shaft making the sounds I had almost forgotten a woman could make. It was a woman loving her man, and a mother loving her son. I said, “I’ve missed you so much mom,” as I took myself almost unwillingly out of her mouth to take her pussy into mine.
She said, “Darling, darling, darling…” as I did all the things I had learned to do to her pussy during that golden summer. I sucked the fleshy folds and I massaged the rubbery clit that became erect in my mouth. I wanted to devour her, the way I wanted to when I was young and saw her legs in stockings, fantasizing about what was between them. As I sucked her, I wanted to be in all her holes at once. Pictures of all the possibilities flashed to the music of my mother’s moans. I was thick in her mouth, wrapped in her pussy, and penetrated into the tight, hot depths of my mother’s ass.
When I thought she was about to come, I stopped. She said pleadingly, “Oh Jessie, I was so close.”
I said, “I know mom.” I turned her and entered her pussy from behind. I wanted to pump her and I knew it took her longer to climax when she was in that position. I stroked all the way in and stayed for a moment. It reminded me why sex was so good with her. People talk about size all the time. It’s only a part of the puzzle. What matters is how you fit, and I fit into my mother. For whatever reason, we were right for each other. I was the right size to make her feel it all, and she was the right size to make each penetration an exquisite massage along my shaft.
And if it’s a cliché to say that we fit as hand in glove, it doesn’t change the fact. That’s how it feels to be inside my mother’s pussy. And I love her. And she loves me. And as I’m stroking inside her I wished it could all stay as simple as the love we were making. And almost on cue mom said, “You’re so good for me baby.” And I knew it was so, because she was so good for me. And she asked me what she so often wanted to know when we first made love and I pushed in and out of her pussy, “Am I a good mom to you, am I baby?”