I was temporarily unable to move anything more than my head, which I turned to look towards mom, also motionless. Her eyes were slightly hazed but pointed in my direction. They seemed to focus a bit more when she saw I was looking at her. I smiled as well as I could manage. Her smile in reply seemed just as feeble. A tiny tear struggled to break away from her right eye; when it finally did, it trailed a zigzag path down her cheek to her upper lip and was lost in the groove of mom’s lips. My eyes returned back to mom’s.
“Seventy-two or more hours of this to go mom!” I don’t think I sounded as enthusiastic as I wanted. Mom’s smile grew a little.
“That seems a long time doesn’t it?”
“I don’t know if I’ll make it. I may be the first eighteen-year-old guy to die of too much sex! But what a way to go!”
“I don’t think there is much chance of that! This little guy seems ready to go at any time.”
Mom reached up and tenderly held my still mostly hard cock. Her soft touch caused the small amount of blood that had fled to return. She gave it a few slow strokes that sent chills to my brain and my balls.
“I suppose I’ll have to take him out for another ride since he’s still up.”
“I could wait if you’re not up for more.” I said trying not to sound disappointed. I knew I would all too soon be ready to accept worn out partners. If that was possible with mom and her sister! And to prove my point mom answered me.
“Jeremy, this started because I wasn’t getting enough sex! I can’t very well refuse when there is an awesome cock here hard and ready to go, can I?”
“I suppose not.” I tried to keep my glee from my voice.
“Don’t sound so excited or anything there honey.” She chided me.
“I just wonder which one of us will tire first mom! Eighteen-year-old … stud,” not that I thought of myself as such but I can’t argue with Aunt Jess or mom’s assessment of me, “or a forty …”
“Watch it mister! I can still take you over my knee!” Mom scolded with a trace of seriousness.
I continued. “… forty something sex-crazed cougar. I don’t know if I’d bet on me! And I could threaten to take you over my knee mom, but you’d enjoy it too much!”
“Oh yes spank me! Spank me!” Mom said in a falsetto voice.
“I know, I know mom, then comes the oral sex. I have the movie remember!”
“I’ve already had the oral sex. But if you’re offering more … Or are you asking for some yourself?” She licked her lips.
Her hand hadn’t ceased its gentle stroking and though it wasn’t enough to trigger anything, it was making me want more.
“Mom, I’ll take from you anything you are willing to give me. I was the one with the hand in my lap!”
“How long are you going to remind me about that?”
“As long as it keeps getting me more sex!”
“And I am very willing to keep giving you more sex!” Her eyes studied my face. “But seventy-two hours? We aren’t going to be having sex for that long! You have school. We are still having movie night. We have to drive the kids to mom’s, then pick them up. And we have to sleep sometime. Or eat!”
“I could skip tomorrow,” I saw the clock on the bedside table, “today.” I corrected myself.