“Last night did not cure your ills? Are you still hurting, Baby?” She questions. “I’ll ask you again – do you not care who I am?”
“I just feel so lost, Mama!” You sigh. “You have always helped me feel better. I have no one to turn to. If you don’t want to help me – that way – why last night – and why are you displaying yourself this morning – causing me to hurt.”
“In the early years of your marriage, when Beth and I could carry on a civilized conversation, I discovered a few things about you. Beth told me that a little pussy would make you a brand-new man, pulling you out of any slump. She also hinted to the obvious fact, that I learned first hand last night, that you’re quite long and thick. She also hinted that she could not take all of you.”
She moves away from you, taking a seat on the right corner of the rather high motel bed, her back partially to you, her legs wide due to straddling the corner.
“If you remember, I didn’t have much choice last night. You would have raped me! I was hoping that masturbating you would stop your hurting. And really! Is there a need to hide under clothing after last night – us alone in a motel room? As your mother, I desire to stop your pain – your hurting. I suppose, if pussy is the only thing that is going to suffice…?”
You are looking down pathetically and do not see her head turn to glance back at you as you answer, “yes, Mama, if really want to help.” Years ago you discovered that pouting was a sure fired way for you to get your way.
“Then, you best get out of your jeans. It’s heading on 8 o’clock. We don’t want to have to rush. I’m hurting a bit myself that is why I am walking around “displaying” myself, as you put it. I wanted to see if you still wanted me – that way. When you get undressed, I’ll let you have the honor of pulling my panties off. Then, I want you to take a good look at the treasure I am going to give you.”
You are in front of your mother by the time you get to your briefs. They are quickly off and you have the good beginning of an erection. You note that your mother is staring at your cock.
“You are hung like a horse, but unlike that whore you were married to, I think I can take it all, Sugar.” As you reach to remove her panties, “After you finish looking, touch it with your cock and get it wet a little before you put in me.”
You reach to remove her panties and, as before, your Mama lifts her legs to assist in their removal. She pulls her knees back against her tits, giving you an excellent view of her pussy. Added to the light of the TV and bathroom, is the outside morning sun-light filtering around the curtains. You stroke your cock slowly as you stand there studying it for a long minute. You squat down, placing your hands to the sides of her buttocks, leaning in to get a close-up, then, slowly pepper her pussy with light kisses. You note her smile and lack of embarrassment.
“It is the most perfect pussy I have ever seen. It is a true treasure, Mama.” You whispered, as you stand again.
You loosely take hold of your cock and began to rub it over your mother’s vagina. Her labia his big lipped and of light gray-rosy color and appears as if it has goose-bumps. As your Mama looks down, her pussy begins to glisten with lubricant. You repeatedly push the head of your cock through the puffy lips, poking her clit, making her moan slightly. Finally, with good instinct, you place the head of your cock to where you think her hole is located. You hear her whispered, “right there”. You push and you both see the head of your cock disappears.