Her breasts occupied my hands, then my mouth. Sucking and biting, one to the other. “Oh my God!” Mom sang.
“Mom, I want you to record in your mind every second of this. Not for later, not for tomorrow, but for forever. I want you to know what’s happening and be as awake as you’ve ever been. Enjoy this with me now.”
“Scott, I can’t believe we’re about to do this. I’ll try. I’ll try, my beautiful boy.
I eased Mom onto her back and positioned myself between those long legs. I lowered my body onto hers and looked into her blue eyes. She tried to reach down between us, but I shook my head “no.” I could already feel the drooling tip of my penis stuck someplace warm.
In one slow, steady, glorious stroke, I eased into my own mother’s thoroughly-drenched vagina. I didn’t stop until our pubic bones kissed.
Her eyes had gone wide. Was it surprise? wonder? pleasure?
“Scott! I’m awake! I’m here with you! I’m totally here with you! Do it! Do it! I can feel every inch of you.”
“Mom! You’re so tight and so hot. I love being inside you.”
My hips went into repeat mode: slowly out, all the way to the tip, then all the way back into the heated, lubricated depths of my mother’s pussy. Only the speed varied. That increased in harmony with Mom’s own hips.”
“Scott… oh Scott,” she whispered. “This is heaven! I don’t deserve to feel this good!”
“You deserve it, Mom!” I thought of the last months. Her losing the baby. What it took for her to come to a decision to get pregnant again by her own son. All the pressure and agony and all the back and forth doubt to reach that decision. I wanted nothing more than to give her something that would in some way erase the pain and doubt of the past.
“Feels so good, Scott,” Mom whispered.
Whispered? Mom was whispering. Not shouting.
“Mom! Don’t hold back! Let it all loose.”
“That was the other me, the one that took over in the past. I don’t know if I can…”
“Do you want me to make you cum? Do you want me to cum inside you, Mom?”
“Yes! Please! Yes!” Again a whisper.
“Then tell me,” I ground harder against her, and sped up.
“Yes, Scott, yes! YES! YES! CUM INSIDE ME! SHOOT YOUR CUM INSIDE ME!” It was a shout that rang across the room.
Her hips bucked upwards, lifting me off the bed. Mom was totally arched, supported by her shoulders and feet. Mom held that for a few seconds and dropped flat, only to wrap her legs around me and lock her feet on my butt.
That’s when she got serious, and went crazy underneath me.
“AAHHH! AAHHH! SCOTT! HARDER! PLEASE! PLEASE!”
You should always obey your Mom. My reward for obeying was her piercing scream and the words:
“I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!” Tears streamed down the sides of her face as it all let go in all ways at once in my Mom’s body.
I drove deep, my body stiffened, and my own barrier broke. Broke and flooded my mom with all the sperm and semen that I had in my body. I transferred strings of hot, glue-like cum as far up her as I could. I kept pumping long after every drop had squeezed out of me.
We held each other for a long time after that. Kissing. Talking. The kind of talk where you say things that make no sense, but make all the sense in the world.