“Easy,” Mom whispered. “You’re bigger…” Mom seemed to reconsider what she was going to say, and finished with, “… slow.”
I went easy, a few inches easy, and then backed out to the tip. Then, on this second trip into my mom’s depths, I sunk all the way home, not stopping until my pubic hair entangled with hers.
Mom let out a continuous “Oooohhhhh!” the whole way. It was louder than she intended, I’m sure.
Her eyes were squeezed shut and she had an exaggerated smile that I suppose you would call a grimace on her face. I withdrew and pushed forward again, then again, slow and steady. Mom’s head looked left and then right, keeping up a cyclic motion. Her hips met mine with increasing force. I had thought she would remain motionless.
I was wrong. Within thirty seconds of my entering her, Mom’s feet had reached up to entwine across my butt and her arms circled me and pulled me close to her.
I increased my speed and Mom said, “That’s it… that’s it!” Again louder than regular conversation. That’s when it got louder still: “So deep! So deep!”
Mom’s body writhed and contorted under me. “Mom! Shhh! Dad!” I whispered.
“Close! I’m close!” she was starting to wail a gasp of “AAAHHH! AAAHHH!” Then her body stiffened, her eyes flew open, and she whimpered softly: “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” To be followed by the start of a sonic boom shriek.
It had barely begun when I covered her mouth with mine to stop the sound that would have echoed through the neighborhood, no doubt bringing Dad running.
Mom’s tongue went crazy in my mouth, rivaling the twisting and dancing movements of her body. My reaction to Mom’s response was for my own body to go crazy.
I thrust with all my might as fast as I could. My own tongue probed, and tasted my Mom’s saliva.
Deep into Mom’s mouth, I grunted, “MMMMMMMMMM!” That was the same time I let loose a gusher of sperm inside her. Again and again I came with all the strength I had in my 18-year-old body. As deep as I could.
She went limp. I continued to pump for another thirty seconds and fell silent on top of her.
Our mouths had disengaged, but I rested my cock still inside her wet confines. The only sound now was our rapid breathing, which grew silent after a bit.
She pushed at my right shoulder, and I rolled off her. We didn’t say anything for a few minutes.
“I told you no kissing,” she said.
“Mom! I didn’t want Dad to hear.” I thought that explained everything.
“Hear what?”
“You screaming. You were in the middle of a scream.”
“Why would I scream, knowing that we had to stay quiet… scream?” Mom asked.
“Mom, I’m sure you didn’t mean to, but when you started cumming—”
“Are you insane? What are you talking about? I was lying there, trying to be as still and quiet as I could until you finished.”
I sat up and looked at her. “Mom! You had your legs wrapped around me. You were practically vibrating under me. When you had your orgasm, I had to—”
“I had no such thing! Why are you trying to make it seem like I enjoyed this. Do you think I actually got sexually excited by what happened? I did this for one purpose only. To create a child.”