Then with a shiver she stopped. I didn’t know what to do, but she said, “Keep on going. Do what you want. Finish.” I was still trying to understand all that happened, not moving. She pushed her hips back to get me in deeper and said, “Finish inside me. You can.”
I don’t even have a sense of how long I kept thrusting. I was outside my body and my consciousness. The sensation was unlike anything before. The pleasure was muted and distant. And when I did climax, it was not intense with the feeling of the cum shooting out. It was a more gradual release, like feathers dusting my shaft rather than a hand pulling up and down synchronized with my contractions. I came while pressed up against the top of her vagina, and the cum felt like it was oozing out rather than shooting.
I stayed inside her until I was limp. She stayed kneeling over even after I slipped out, and said, “You can open your eyes now. Look. Look at what you’ve done.”
I looked down to see her rear and the crack that I had run along with my finger. She put her head down further on the bed and hiked up her hips. I took a step back. Her legs were slightly spread, opened up so I could see her anus, the first time I had ever seen anyone’s. The wrinkled brownish skin along the rim seems like a funnel into the hint of a hole. I ran my finger along her crack again and stopped it to rest right on the hole. I pushed in a bit, but it was closed shut, and I was also thinking, shit has been stuck against that skin, and come out of that hole. It has the slickness of her shit. I resisted the urge to smell my finger. And on either side, her cheeks were dimpled from age. They hung shallow on her pelvis.
I stepped back a little more. I wanted to see the secret garden that I had just entered. But what I saw was hair. Curls of thick hair going from just below Mom’s asshole then running between the tops of her thighs, and the around the mounds that formed the lips of her vagina. And in the hair, slowly streaming out of her, was my cum, white against the sea of black hair. A crack that led down to a little ass hole with the brownish slick, then a forest of hair that ran along barely a discernable mound with a slit in the clearing. And globs of cum. And that was it.
I had imagined that to see a woman’s slit, to see her from the rear like this, would be to have an irresistible urge to mount and fuck her. But there it was in front of me. Hair and an ass hole. Shit and cum. And in all this, almost as an afterthought, I was looking at the asshole and hairy cunt of my mother, and the cum leaking out of her was my cum! I thought this, and the thought seemed profound and disturbing in the cosmic sense, but in the present, in the act we had just completed, it didn’t really matter to me.
Nor, apparently, to my mother. She moved up and off of her knees and turned to sit on the bed facing me. “You’ve had a good look, and now I am going to clean up.” She pulled her nightgown down and a looked at it busily as she straightened it. The she looked down at my feet. My pants were bunched down by my ankles. My shirt was hanging just above my crotch, my penis, now limp, peeking out like the head of a little hamster. All in all not a very inviting look. The look of a teenage boy after his first time. She reached her hands behind my thighs to bring me closer.