“Get your shorts off mum commanded,” sounding frantic.
I got them off and standing up again I felt mum take hold of my penis. She pulled it between her legs and I could feel her sliding it along her pudendal cleft. She was very wet and after half a minute of this I suddenly felt my length slide into her.
She gave a whimpering cry and said, “Fuck me…fuck me…”
I knew mum must have been very worked up because she never normally used that sort of language.
Her vagina was very hot and wet and she was sort of bouncing up and down on me. I put my hands under her buttocks and lifting her up and down got into her rhythm.
It didn’t take long. Mum started to make funny little mewling noises that gradually increased in volume, and then she suddenly screamed, “I’m coming…I’m coming…let it go…put it in me…”
Her movement became frenetic until she gave a powerful thrust down on me and yelled something that sounded like, “Oh…oh…beast…aha…come…come…God help…ooowa….ooowa…yaaaas…”
She was moving over me faster than ever and I let my breeding goo go, pumping it into her.
Mum gave one final earsplitting yell and then started gradually calming down, mumbling as she did so, “Beautiful…good…love you…need you…don’t stop…”
We ended standing there clinging to each other for mutual support. I went to pull my penis out of mum but she yelped, “Stay…stay…” So I stayed, rather like an obedient dog who was expecting a bone or some Healthy Pet Joy for obeying.
We stayed like that for a long time, but finally mum made the move and said rather briskly, “Well that went well; I think you’ve got the idea now. What we’ll do is have a cup of tea and then run it again, blast, I’m getting all sticky at the top of my thighs, pass me some of those tissues please.”
I gave mum a handful of tissues and she pushed them into her genitals and said, “You make the tea while I go and clean up, I’ve got a lot of your sperm in me and it’s oozing out.”
I set about making tea. I heard the soft hiss of the shower, and shortly after mum reappeared and we sat to drink our tea.
Mum said, “I’d thought for some time that you were having problems with the scene because of me. “I’m right aren’t I?”
“Yes,” I replied, “didn’t want you to know that I got aroused by you.”
“Well, I think you’ve got past that now darling, shall we run the scene again?”
She wasn’t exactly right in saying I’d got past it, but now it didn’t matter that I got an erection when we played the scene, because mother was happy to fix it as part of the scene. Of course when we rehearsed with the others and during performances we couldn’t do what we did in private, but mum assured me that she’d fix my problem when we got home.
Triumph
“My darlings…my treasures, what has happened to you,” Lionel crowed. “You were…were superb. This will be my greatest triumph yet.”
Trust Lionel to take the credit.
“I love you both, my darlings,” he went on, “and if you play that scene in performance the way you did tonight you’ll bring the house down.”