I could feel my mother’s body slightly tremble. She was getting double the pleasure, since she was riding my cock, and I was rubbing her swollen clit. Her pace began to slow down since she was overwhelmed with pleasure. But I didn’t allow it. I pinched her bare ass, and she knew to speed up again.
“Jerk,” she whispered playfully.
“Don’t slow down. I’m close.”
“So am I.”
“Let’s wrap this up before the movie finishes.”
I responded by rubbing her clitoris in a really fast circular motion, which instantly sent a jolt through my mother’s body. Her back arched for a moment, and she gasped. When she regained composure, she continued riding my cock at a fast pace, trying her best to be quiet & discreet about it. I could feel her begin to squirm and shake while I held her body. Both of us were reaching our sexual peaks. The feeling was undeniable. Both of us were on the verge of a major orgasm.
“Cum in my pussy,” she whispered.
With that said, my mother clenched her vaginal muscles and she slowly rode me. It felt like a powerful grip. She was planning to milk me for every drop of cum that I could produce. And it was working too. I was close to an orgasm, but I didn’t want to cum that fast. I wanted my mother to cum first. So I continued rubbing her clitoris and pussy.
She squirmed while she rode me. Her back arched and she leaned on me, while her pussy maintained its tight grip on my ragging hard cock. I tried my best not to cum until my mother did. It was the gentlemanly thing to do.
My mother leaned forward and held onto the seat in front of us. She slowly rode my cock while clenching her vaginal muscles.
While I continued rubbing her clitoris, a rush of fluids began squirting down from her pussy. It was making a huge mess everywhere. She did her best to suppress her moans. She came silently, but her body was trembling as the fluids ran down her legs, onto my pants, and onto the floor.
I came deep inside of my mother’s pussy. I shot severally loads of cum, which felt so good that I nearly shouted, but I held in the noises. At that point, both of us had experienced mind-boggling orgasms.
My mother leaned back and rested against my body again. Both of us were spent. And we were breathing heavily. My cock was slowly becoming flaccid inside of her.
“You’re the best,” she whispered.
The ending credits for the movie began to roll. Some of the lights were returning in the auditorium.
“Shit. We better get dressed.”
My mother stood up and used some napkins to wipe the vaginal fluids around her legs. I did the same, then I quickly zipped my pants. My mother pulled her panties back up and we tried to act natural. I picked up our container of popcorn and soda, and we left the auditorium.
Part 3 of 3: Late Night Epilogue
The car ride home was mostly silent. It was an awkward situation for both of us. We had just engaged in hot incestuous sex, and neither of us knew how to react to it. Who would?
I pulled into the driveway and parked inside the garage. When I turned the car off, my mother just sat there silently. There was a blank expression on her face