The point of no return came sooner than I wanted, but I was proud that I held on as long as I did. As we moved together, mom was saying things so softly I could hardly make them out. I heard her say, “Yes,” a lot and at one point I thought she mumbled, “Fuck me,” or at least I hoped that was what she said.
She started to buck up at me and that did me in. I stroked as fast as I could after telling her, “Mom I’m coming…oh mom.” Actually each word came out as long as a sentence while I released my cum into my mother’s pussy.
“Yes baby,” she said. “Come inside me, come inside me.” There was relief, there was amazement that I had just come inside my mother, and there was a disquieting question – was I good enough for mom to let me do it again? As the last of the body rocking blasts left me, I realized from mom’s voice that she was still in control and she hadn’t come.
When I was done she held me and said, “Yes baby, stay inside me, sweet baby.”
I kissed her neck and I said, “That was so good mom, but you didn’t come did you?”
She said, “No, but it’s okay, I will.” I was hoping that meant that we would be having sex again soon. It did. I was inside her after about five minutes had passed. And that time she actually came before I did. I can’t remember how many times I had her that night but it lasted until four in the morning. All we did was fuck. There was a time I wanted to stick my cock in her mouth, but I didn’t want to push her. I said all we did was fuck; that sure wasn’t a complaint. We did it doggy style, she sat on me, she rode me, her legs found so many positions to angle me into her that each one made it feel different. During that night, I learned more about sex than in all the years that went before, but what I didn’t learn about was more important.
After our screwing marathon, I must have had so many chemicals coursing through my body that I was up after only a few hours of sleep. Waking up in my mother’s bed and remembering everything we’d done got me hard. I was tempted to wake mom and have sex with her again, but she was pretty wrecked after being awakened so many times through the night. I decided to leave her in her deep sleep. It was about nine o’clock on what felt like the best Sunday morning ever. I was full of energy and I knew that guys would be starting our usual game at the park, so I went. There would be plenty of time for fucking when I got back. I never played so well.
After a few hours of playing we went for pizza and then went back and played again. After that it was beers. Then someone said that there was a baseball game at the university and there would be some kind of party afterwards for the incoming freshman class. So I went to the game. I went to the party. There was dancing, there was making out.
I know what you’re thinking. How dumb can you be? I hadn’t even called mom. I was feeling so confident after my accomplishments during my fiery night with mom that I wanted to test out my new-found skills. They worked. I had never in my life made out with a girl on the first date. And this wasn’t even a date. I danced with this stranger twice and we were going at it, and she was telling me that she wanted to see me again. This kind of thing didn’t happen to me.