I had just become aware of how truly hard my cock had become. I wanted so desperately to put it inside of her, but tonight was supposed to be about oral sex only, so I dismissed it as I kept at satisfying her orally. Mom came one more time, then called me off. Out of breath, she said, “O-Okay. That’s enough for now.”
“Are you sure, Mom?”
“We can do it again a little later, if you want,” she told me.
“I would like that,” I said in response.
“Now come up here and let me try that on you,” she said, patting the spot next to her. I arose and started to move when she exclaimed, “Oh, my God! Is that your penis, Johnny?”
I looked down at it, then said, “Yes, Mom. Why? Is something wrong with it?”
“It’s just that your father wasn’t that big,” she told me. I didn’t know how to respond to that, so lucky for me, after fifteen seconds of silence, Mom said, “Johnny, would you … That is, I’d like it if … Oh! I know we didn’t plan this.”
“What, Mom?”
“I … I want to feel it inside of me, Johnny. Please?” I was still kneeling in front of her, and her legs were still spread. She drew them up and wider apart as she said, “I need it inside of me, Johnny. Please.” I centered myself above her and lightly pushed my cock into her. “OH!!” she screamed as I entered her. Although her pussy was well-lubricated, it was tight to the point of being almost virginal from forty years of disuse. I pushed myself in to the hilt, and then the most amazing thing happened. She came so hard that her pussy clenched and spit my dick out. Her face and body were locked in some kind of funhouse mirror reflection kind of pose as she jerked and spasmed, and then what seemed like a thermos full of cum spilled out of her, bathing my quads to sopping wetness. The only sound issuing from Mom was, “Unk! Unk! Unk!” on continuous loop as the orgasm rocked her to her very bones. After about thirty seconds, she relaxed, yet she was weeping as well as she said, “Your father never made me feel anything like that in all the years we were married.”
Without saying a word, I repositioned her legs to gain re-entry. I pushed past her labia and went to the hilt. Oh, shit, Mom’s pussy felt good wrapped around my cock. I just wanted to keep it there where it was warm and wet, but by now my balls were beginning to hurt, so I moved in and out of her as easily as I could. I rested on my forearms above her and we began to kiss once more, then I whispered, “Oh, Mom.”
“It’s okay,” she whispered as once again she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“Oh, Mom!” I shouted, then pushed as far into her as I could possibly go before completely unloading myself inside of her. She held me in her arms and we kissed the whole time. It might have been the most romantic orgasm of my life, and I suspect it was for her as well.
We continued kissing as we reveled in the rapture of our shared bliss, then Mom said, “Well, that does it for one night, I suppose.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, not wanting this to end.
“Well, you did have your orgasm,” she said in response.
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