The shadows had moved quite a bit. That was the only way my mind registered that a long time had passed.
My hands rubbed over Mom. Her hands glided over me, finally resting on and taking hold of my penis. She massaged it to its full length again. I figured she wanted one last blast of baby-making fluids before Dad got home.
I was about to lay her flat again when she surprised me. She laid ME flat on the bed and straddled me. Mom’s big breasts dangled and swayed, begging for my mouth.
“Mom, isn’t this the wrong position to make a baby?”
“Yes. When the woman’s on top, the sperm isn’t as likely to penetrate as deeply.”
“Then, shouldn’t—”
Mom put a finger to my lips to stop me. “Remember when I told you that twice in my life I knew immediately when I became pregnant?”
“Yeah.”
Mom let out a long, breathy “AAhhhh!” as she sank her cum-soaked pussy onto my cock. She rocked her hips and rode me as she said in a pleasure-tortured voice:
“I had that same feeling for the third time this morning when I woke up… Daddy!”