“Here we are,” she said.
“Here we are,” I said.
She stepped out of her shoes and came towards me. She took my t-shirt and brought it over my head. She whispered, “Your father’s idea—a little drama I guess.”
I got the picture. Dad wanted a show of sorts.
Mom got to her knees in front of me and dragged my running shorts down. I wasn’t hard yet. I hoped I wouldn’t have a repeat of my “trouble” with Uncle Zack.
She stood up and she gave me wide eyes. It cued me that I was supposed to do my part. I stepped forward and untied Mom’s robe, then made a big show of pulling the sash all the way through the belt loops. I threw the belt to the floor. Then I took the lapels and slowly peeled the robe wide and slid it over her shoulders and dropped it to the floor.
Mother and son stood naked in front of husband and father.
Mom took me by the hand and led me to the bed. Before she got on, she took hold of my now semi-rigid penis and slowly pumped it to fully loaded. Maybe if we hadn’t done a dry run yesterday, that part may not have happened.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed Dad looking at my cock. Surprise Dad! That’s what Mom is going to be skewered by in a minute.
There was no talking and I could hear the clock making its forever ticking. I would probably be hearing the clock the whole time because I was going to make sure not to say anything and I knew mom wouldn’t say anything—and I hoped Dad wouldn’t say anything.
Mom got on the bed lay flat and rested her head on the one pillow. She bent her knees and planted her feet on the bed. She parted her thighs—wide.
She had done some work on her bush. It was trimmed back, but still extra full. You could see she had indeed used lub. Her vaginal slit was loosened and her vagina was pink and shiny. I was looking at my mother’s most intimate part, the part I had emerged from eighteen years before, the part into which I was about to enter, to be inside of again. This time, not as the son, but the lover.
I got up on the bed and crawled between Mom’s legs. She was looking into my eyes. I mouthed voicelessly “I love you” and she nodded.
I got close and reached down and ran my cock up and down Mom’s vagina and slit. That first contact with her pussy almost made me cum right there.
My cock had touched my mother’s pussy!
I felt Mom’s hand and I bent forward over her. I looked over and Dad wasn’t there. In the oval Cheval mirror to the side, I could see his reflection. He was crouched low at the foot of the bed.
Dad was watching intently as Mom fitted my cock to the entrance of her vagina.
“Okay, easy,” she said.
I pushed a little and she breathed out with intention.
I pulled back and went in about three inches.
“Nnnaaa,” she said.
Out and halfway. “Easy,” she gasped and put a hand on my chest. I waited until she took her hand away.
Out and in farther, but not all the way. She grimaced but didn’t say anything.
On the last plunge, I took it all the way to the hilt. “All the way in, Mom,” I whispered.
“Okay, okay,” she said. There was sweat on her face.