“You see, I told you he was just using the bathroom,” my mother whispered again.
“Thank god.”
I slid my hand back down my mother’s thigh. I was becoming more aroused by the second. I touched the outside of her warm pussy again.
Suddenly, she put her hand over mine, pushing me away.
“I’m not interested in that anymore,” she said.
For a moment, I felt crushed. I wondered how she could suck my cock and have me rub her pussy, only for everything to come to an abrupt ending. But then I saw the mischievous smile on her face, and I knew she had other deviant plans.
She quietly stood up, and she positioned herself over my lap, while still facing the big movie screen. She wanted to fuck, and I definitely wasn’t in the mood to refuse. I brought my pants down as fast as I could. She slowly lowered her body, and I held my hard cock upwards.
We did things quietly as my hard cock entered my mother’s hot pussy. I had to clench my mouth shut to suppress a moan. I also heard my mother holding back a moan as I entered her all the way.
Her pussy felt warm, wet, and tight. It was heavenly. As I went all the way inside of her, I squeezed her body tightly with my arms while she was sitting on my lap. All of her weight was pressed on me. It was extremely uncomfortable in the theater seat, but the intense feeling in my cock was worth it.
“You feel so fucking good,” I whispered in her ear while her voluptuous body was on my lap.
“We better be quiet,” she whispered playfully. “We don’t want anyone to hear what we’re doing.”
With that said, she slowly raised her body with my throbbing hard cock still in her pussy. Then she clench her vaginal muscles as hard as she possibly could, and then she slowly lowered herself back down. It was the height of sexual pleasure. Not even college girls could do what my mother was doing.
I gasped loudly.
She turned her head to face me with a smile. “I thought I told you to be quiet? If you’re going to be noisy, then we can’t do this anymore.”
“I’ll be quiet. I’ll be quiet,” I whispered, almost pleading with her to continue.
“Good,” she replied, turning to face the movie screen.
My mother continued her sexual motion. She would slowly raise her body, and then gently bring it down while clenching her vaginal muscles so there would be a tight grip of my cock. It was like sexual torture. At that point, I wanted nothing more than to get up and rip her clothes off, and ravish her from behind. But we would have been caught if we did that. Being quiet and sneaky in a movie theater was part of the exhibitionist fun. It’s what my horny mother wanted.
Her pace began to increase. She stopped clenching her vaginal muscles which allowed her to gyrate on my cock even faster. I put my hands on her hips as she moved, and she began to quickly bounce on my lap in quick movements. But we still tried our best to keep everything quiet.
“Holy shit,” I whispered in her ear.
“My pussy is on fire,” she whispered back. “Rub it for me. Rub my clit.”
As she continued to bounce of my cock, I wrapped one of my arms around her stomach and held her tight. With my other hand, I rubbed the outside of her pussy. She was right. Her pussy was completely soaked and her vaginal fluids were everywhere. It was nice and warm. When I rubbed her clitoris with two fingers, I heard a soft gasp. I knew I was doing something right.