Then I came like a volcano erupting, almost no warning.
I tried to call out but only a long grunt of ecstasy came out.
Then I shot my hot load deep into my mother.
Then again, squirming and writhing under her rhythmic hips.
Still I came, still she held my eye contact, suddenly she closed her eyes, threw back her head and moaned aloud, ” I love you Jack, I love you!”
Her orgasm coincided with mine and the rhythmic pulsing of her cunt on my shaft heightened an impossible level of thrill.
Slowly our rhythmic dance slowed, the orgasms ceased and a strange stillness came over us.
To signal that I could once again enjoy the thrill of touching her, Sue reached behind her, fiddled for a moment with the fastens, then let her bra hang loose offering me her firm breasts.
She shrugged the unwanted bra to the floor.
Instinctively I knew I was released from my tactile imprisonment and I cupped her breasts with both hands, thumbs circling her erect nipples.
It felt so right, neither of us regretting our act, but wanting to repeat it again and again.
But now I wanted to open my second present.
Somehow I knew she wanted to keep her makeup untouched, aching to kiss me but determined to look her most beautiful for me on this special night.
I reached up, gently adjusting her bridal veil.
“You look so beautiful Sue, absolutely stunning.”
“Thank you Jack, my beautiful child,” she said softly, “Now do you want to take your second gift?”
I nodded and smiled, “Except I don’t know how to do it! I don’t want to hurt you.”
She raised a finger to her lips, kissed it and planted it gently on my mouth.
She held her soft finger there for a moment then reassured me, “I’ll show you.”
Slowly she arched her hips and withdrew my cock from inside her, a long string of cum stretched from my cockhead up inside her cunt until it eventually broke, the cum springing back on me like it was made of latex.
As I sat up I said stupidly, “I don’t want to muss up your hair or beautiful makeup Sue, how do I get… I mean… What position is best?”
We were kneeling, facing each other, her breasts caressing my chest hair, our lips almost touching.
“Give me your hands love,” she said softly, “And I’ll show you.”
She took my hands and looked closely at my fingernails. I Had always taken pride in my hand care and kept my nails short and filed.
“Short nails,” she said, looking into my eyes, “It’s very sensitive and easily damaged.”
Once again she kissed my fingers.
“You can’t rush this way of love making, or you’ll hurt your lover.
“I’ll be careful Sue, I couldn’t bear to hurt you”
She stretched across, opened the drawer of her bedside cupboard.
“Water based lubes Jack, lots of it. There can never be enough. But not oil”
Surreal!
I am Kneeling on the bed. My mother is dressed as a sexy bride, her bare breasts brush against my arms having just ridden me in our first act of incest. Now she is using one clenched fist and the finger and thumb of her other hand to silently teach me how to stretch her rosebud, while I psyched myself up for my first anal sex ever. With her?