Suddenly the orgasm struck and it gave me very little warning.
The physical mixture of the ‘first’ penis inside me, the wonderful sensation it gave me and the feeling of being full and stretched, was quite simply stunning. Yet combined with the incredibly arousing mental situation, that it was my own son taking (my virginity) me, the embarrassment, the shame and the fear, made such a heady and exciting cocktail, that when my climax burst through me, it left me gasping, writhing and screaming underneath my son. It was the most unbelievable feeling that I could never have imagined prior to that fateful day.
“Mum, I’m going to cum, I can’t hold on” Tom gasped.
“Oh yes darling please, please cum inside me, I want your semen inside my body,” I begged.
My son stiffened, pushed himself as far into me as he could possibly go and held himself still. All I could feel was his beautiful penis twitching and jerking inside me and all I could here were tiny little gasps of,
“Oh mum.”
Tom lay on top of me whilst we recovered from the mind blowing experience. He slowly pulled his flaccid, yet still long length from me. I had no idea how long it would take for his semen to leak from me, so I was quite surprised when his penis was immediately followed out of me by a river of brilliant white, thick and virile semen.
I jumped up and very un-lady like, I scuttled across the bedroom with my hand between my legs to the bathroom. I deliberately left the door wide open, so that my son could watch his mother letting his cum flow from her vagina into the toilet. I then stood and made sure that he was watching, as I balled up some toilet paper and squatted slightly to clean myself between my legs.
Don’t ask me why I thought doing this was important – I just sensed that if I ran away for privacy now, that it would somehow cheapen what we had done. To this aim when I came from the bathroom I deliberately took my time getting back to the bed. I wanted Tom to look at my nakedness, I stopped halfway across the room to try and make my nudity in front of him normal and not seedy.
We lay in each others arm, me with my head on his chest whilst he toyed with my hair.
We didn’t speak.
Eventually Tom said rather nervously,
“Mum, do you think?… I mean…, would it be ok?…can you?… you know…”
“What darling? Just say it baby,” I said.
“Do you think that we could do it again?” he asked sheepishly.
“Oh Tom sweetheart, of course we can,” I replied, seeing his eyes light up when he realized the potential that my answer suggested.
We both realised something different but as equally important at that moment. Tom realised that this was not simply a one-off, it was not just one crazy moment. He knew at that point that we would make love again (and again and again?)
I also realised that the life changing incident was destined to repeat itself. A one-off aberration, a moment of weakness, a crazy stupid moment in life, could possibly be excused or explained away as an extraordinary insanity in the heat of the moment.