She jacked my cock unconsciously and a little drip of sperm was squeezed up to the tip. She leaned forward and licked it off and swallowed it.
She climbed up on the couch and we held each other for a while. My cock went into hibernation after its recent efforts.
Joan took this opportunity, on her own, to get up on her knees and straddle me, resting her sopping wet pussy on my deflated cock.
My cock was touching my girlfriend’s mother’s pussy. Why did I find that so exciting?
“That feels good Joan.”
“You won’t hear me use this language often, but—Mike, I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me and make me have an orgasm that way. My body wants to be filled by you and I want you to cum inside me. It’s just not the right time.”
“At least my cum is inside you now, although if it’s looking for an egg, it will have a long way to travel.” I laughed.
We rested, cleaned up, and made our way to the rental agency. Lori looked pissed.
“I’ve been waiting forever. What took you guys so long?” It was her classic whiny voice.
I said: “We ran into a problem at the studio, but we licked it.”
Mrs. Branch hid a smile; Lori was angry … and oblivious.
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“Your aunt and uncle are coming over for coffee this morning,” Mom said.
I could smell something deliciously cinnamony baking in the oven. Mom’s cinnamon rolls. She makes a crazy good glaze for the tops.
“Any reason?” I asked.
“He just said he had something important to tell us all. Knowing him, another big deal that he made. You know how he is about his work.”
“Yeah, that’s probably it,” I lied. Uncle Zack had told me to keep the secret to myself. I was getting used to keeping secrets: from Uncle Zack, from Mom and Dad, and from Lori.
“But, even before he called, I felt something was up. Twin super power you know. We have a connection.”
“Must be nice,” I said.
Mom stopped working at the counter and turned to me: “You know your dad and I have tried, really tried to have another child. You know that, right?”
“Mom, I didn’t mean anything—”
“I know you’ve felt alone. Only I know what you must be feeling. Anyway, I want you to realize I would have done … would do anything in the world to give you a sister.”
I wondered what brought this on. And, give me a sister? Why hadn’t she said “brother or sister?” Weird. I knew what she had gone through with Dad. At first it was low sperm count and all sorts of tests and artificial insemination and all that. Then Dad got impotent. I guess erectile dysfunction is the word. Couldn’t get it up any more.
It had to be real bad. I mean, not to be able to get it up for Mom. I know, she’s my mother, but the guys in school all called her a “MILF.” And even I could see that she was super beautiful and, if she wasn’t my own mom—sexy.
They had gone to all kinds of therapy together. One after another, and nothing. Even some “alternative” stuff (which I didn’t understand and thought to be kinda crazy). Everything short of magic potions and voodoo.
And still, nothing. Nothing but Mom going into a few depressions that really had me sad and worried. We were lucky she pulled out of them, but I was always afraid another one was whispering to her around some future corner.