She said, “Oh you taste good; you’re so big and hard for me aren’t you baby. I want you inside me. momma’s going to be better for you than anyone you ever had.”
I said, “Mom…”
She looked at me and either read my eyes or my mind. Her expression said it all as she inhaled and put the tips of her fingers on her lips. I said, “Mom, I want it to be you; I want that more than anything. Just help me…show me…I’m not sure how to make you feel good.”
She stopped for a moment and then her smile became warm and reassuring and she said, “Don’t worry baby, it’s all going to be wonderful.” She threw her leg over me and reached back wrapping her fist around the shaft. She was about to put me inside her when she stopped and said, “No, we’ll do that later, for your first time, I want you to take me.” She went onto her back and opened her legs. She said, “I’m glad you want me to be your first girl, I mean your first woman…” She laughed. “But you do make me feel like a girl again, a proud girl whose boy is going to take her for the first time. Come to me baby, be inside me.” She rubbed her pussy a few times and said, “Oh God yes, be inside me Paul, I’ve been waiting for you to be inside me.”
I took my dick in my unsteady hand and placed it on the soft curtain of skin. With one push it opened for me and I entered my mom’s pussy. I thought I knew what it would feel like, but when I actually felt my cock sliding into my mother, I knew that I didn’t know anything. Because it had nothing to do with thinking; it was all feeling. It was almost dreamlike with my swollen knob pushing her folds apart to enter the wet flesh that enclosed around mine, the throbbing width of my cock as my mother moved and massaged it, the deep insertion into the depths of her as farther into her center I penetrated. And my mother all the while saying, “Oh yes Paul, yes, like that, you’re doing it so good baby, yes…yes…yes…”
I was inside my mother’s pussy, inside her body, with my hard flesh penetrating her soft flesh. She was closed around me, holding me, massaging me, and I was outside myself, feeling exactly what the word ecstatic means. I had a lover and it was my mother.
I moved inside her knowing all along I couldn’t keep doing it for long. It was too much. But I didn’t need much instruction for that part of it. I moved, she moved, we moved. It didn’t matter, this angle, that angle, slow, fast, she pulled her legs back, she wrapped them around me, she spread them. It all felt so fucking good.
Mom knew what she was doing; there was no doubt about that. Each time I pressed into her, she did something with her hips and her muscles that made me feel as if she was stroking me as much as I was stroking her. She guided me wordlessly with her finger tips or her hand and when I got it right she moaned or sighed with an, “Mmm…” that told me that my cock was getting her in a sweet spot. As for me, none of it could be wrong. Being in my mom’s pussy made all of it feel good. Just looking at her with her thighs spread was awesome enough, but for a boy who’d never had a woman, to be stroking his cock into his mother’s pussy was staggering. Each time I penetrated her open flesh, I thought ‘This has to be the best anything could feel, ever.’