And I told her what I would always tell her, “You’re the best.”
I can see that night as if it’s happening now. I turn her, and when she’s on her back, I lift one of her legs and enter her again. It affords me an angle that usually makes her come. My cock is so hard; I can see a slight upward curve as it penetrates her pussy again and again. My straining cock enters and disappears inside her body. The sounds and fragrance of sex swirl around us. And then her back arches and she says, “OH, OH, OH…” and she’s coming.
I’m overwhelmed with my love for her at that moment and I push harder and faster into her sweet pussy. I know I’m having sex with the love of my life and I tell her that. The sounds she makes brings me to that place where my release is inevitable. I say, “MOM…” and she knows I’ll come.”
She says, “Yes baby,” and she moves in the way that will heighten and intensify my orgasm. I hear her ‘yes baby,’ as I have always heard it. It means, yes come inside me, yes fill me, yes fuck me. My cum fills my mother’s womb and I almost recoil from the force of my ejaculations into her pussy. But even before the pleasure of my release passes, the weight of what we’re doing slowly descends on me. We kiss and I’m thinking about Carol and Karl. It would have been so much easier if my wife Carol was a bitch, or a cheat, but she is none of those things.
Mom holds me and asks me what I’m thinking. I don’t tell her, but she knows. She says. “This isn’t going to be easy, is it?” I give her a half smile and she says, “I know sweetheart, but I’m not going to give you up either.”
We made love when we could after that. I owned my own business, and it was easy for me to get away, so we made love a lot. The first week was a honeymoon and I was able to set my thoughts aside and be with mom as much emotionally as physically. The next few weeks were harder as I began wrestling with myself, trying to reconcile it all. I was willing to rationalize if it would work, but it didn’t. Mom and I talked, but none of the scenarios made any sense. It started to get to me.
No matter what some people think, you can’t have it all. I know I can’t. Carol began commenting on my ‘Distance’ from her. I didn’t see a neat ending because I was still in the middle of it. And if it sounds like a soap opera, I can’t help it.
I unburdened myself a bit when I spoke to mom and began writing this, but I felt the future closing in on me while my mother’s kisses were on my lips; and when my cock was on my mother’s lips. That’s another problem. I didn’t plan on going into detail on this kind of thing because I was afraid it would make my mother sound like a whore. She’s not. She’s a wonderful woman, and one who’s very good at sex. She has capacities that Carol simply doesn’t have.
Mom can take me down her throat. The first time she did it I was stunned. I never asked her the obvious questions about it, because I probably didn’t want to know. I’d almost forgotten what it was like until we began making love again. I remember the first time she did it to me as I inched farther into her mouth until I could feel myself at the usual point where a woman would stop and use her hand. But mom kept taking me deeper. I was almost afraid to move until I couldn’t help it. It didn’t matter. I could flex my hips and mom stayed with me. Over and over she took the full length of me into her until she used her tongue on my balls. I knew that no woman could ever make me feel what my mother made me feel. And I was amazed when she told me to come like that.