I was more astonished by what came next. She started talking and moaning and whining. “OH Christ yes… oh… oh… do it… do it… give it to your momma… ” I watched my greased rod entering and exiting my mother’s ass again and again until the constriction of her tight hole made everything feel white-hot.
I pushed into her ass as far as I could go and then left it in savoring the sensation of her tight channel squeezing and milking my cock with the small spasms she was having. Any concerns I had about stopping evaporated when she started moving on my cock and pushing back.
“Yes … that’s good baby… oh honey… it’s so big in there… in my ass… harder baby… oh honey… Tommy… Tommy… this is where I need you to be… in my ass… please baby… harder… please don’t stop… ”
I couldn’t believe she said ‘harder’. I drove into her ass and only held back a bit because I was afraid of hurting her. When I was sure she could take it all, I gave her all I had… every inch… with every stroke.
I don’t know why, but with all I was feeling, it struck me that I was proud of her… proud of my mother for being able to take all of me into her ass and let me love her that way… and take pleasure in it.
I told her and I stroked her and I went in deep, deeper, and deepest into my mother’s ass until her voice rang with a piercing “AHHhhhhhh… ” as she came. She came moaning and talking at the same time… she came totally and I saw milky fluid begin to leak from her pussy onto the bed as the assfucking continued.
I was floored by my mother’s response to having her son’s cock buried deep in her ass. I was so turned on at hearing her beg me to fuck her it was almost impossible to maintain control. I let go with a burst of cum that made my body recoil. I continued to fill my mother’s ass as her cries spurred me on until I had flooded her with my cum. I watched as the cream formed around the pucker that gripped my cock.
Her pleasure filled me with love and I told her over and over with each insertion of my cock into her. I couldn’t imagine feeling better or more loved. I wouldn’t stop kissing her when we finished and she held me as if she would never let me go. I wish she never had.
I was the happiest I can remember at that moment and we talked for a long time. I knew the sex was good for her and that’s why what happened later disturbed me so much. I know because I made her tell me… I asked her what it was like to have her son inside her and she said, “It felt wonderful.”
I said, “No mom, tell what it was really like for you… I want to know what you were thinking… what it felt like… what the experience was for you… with all the gory details.”
She smiled and said, “You mean with all the lovely details… well… I loved that you wanted me so much. I felt it with every touch and every kiss. I don’t think a man had ever desired me that way in my whole life. When you were in me that way, I stopped thinking. When you entered me from behind all I did was feel. And everything felt good: the length and width of you filling me, your hands all over me, and the streams of cum that you released into me. And especially the love and desire in the way you called my name… with each stroke into me – ‘Robin… Robin… Robin… ‘ it was like a grasping at the wind… it soon didn’t sound like my name at all.