It was a long and agonisingly slow fuck, even more so than that first time they did this. Back then, his only concern was that his mother was exhausted and he didn’t want to jig her around too much, but nothing was critical. This time they had someone else in bed with them and it was vital that they didn’t wake her up. While it was agonisingly slow, strangely, that added to the exquisite agony and ecstasy of being at the pinnacle of one’s sexual arousal for such an extended period of time.
Slowly in… pause… slowly out… pause… and then do it, slowly, all over again! They were both so high that one or other of them flinched, squirmed, jerked, or shuddered during almost every complete cycle. It felt like his balls and cock had inflated beyond their safe working limit and he was sure he would burst if he didn’t release the pressure soon. Finally, the sensations built up in him, out of control, and at an alarming rate. She could feel it coming and that sent her spiralling upwards and out of control too. As he frigged her clitoris, and she relived the scene of watching him bonking Madeleine just four inches from her eyes, she came again! As she stifled any sound she felt inclined to make and clamped down hard on his cock-shaft, he came too!
They held each other tight until their spasms passed, and his dick stopped throbbing. When they finally relaxed their grip on each other, he put his mouth to her ear and said:
“Good night, Mum.”
“She whispered back, “Good night son. Leave him in, and keep cuddling me. He’ll slip out during the night, and if Maddy wakes up first, and we’re still cuddling, you can say you had sexy dreams and though you were cuddling her.”
He flexed his hips to give her one last internal nudge, kissed her on her neck, gave her a squeeze with his arms which were now both wrapped around her, and they both drifted off to sleep.