Harry turned his mother around so they could be face to face again. He gently and sensually ran his fingers through her wet hair and clapsed the back of her head in the cup of his hands. As they pressed their bodies together, Harry kissed her tenderly on the lips, then the kisses intensified until the two engaged in a deep kiss before they both drew back, surprised and staring at each other.
“Sorry but, I don’t know, that…”
“…felt weird?” Harry completed his mother’s sentence for her.
She nodded, smiling gently while sliding her soft hand along her son’s cheek and neck. “I don’t know why – I mean, all we did now seemed like the most natural and beautiful thing in the world, but when you kiss me like that…”
“Yes, I know.” Strange, how both mother and son found sharing a lover’s kiss so disturbing when they had just shared so much more.
Not wanting to dwell on it, Harry moved his head down to kiss and nibble Claire’s nipples. Now that did feel right for both of them, as it did as when he gradually worked his head and torso down further along her chest, kissing and licking her stomach along the way before his face and fingers found his mother’s warm, inviting pubic mound and warm, engorged vagina – a moist, pink-petaled blossom with soft folds yawning wide open and surrounded by a dense red “V” of hair. Harry was now half-hard again, just minutes after their first coupling. It only took a few kisses along her inner thighs and a few slides of his tongue along her outer labia for him to be ready and to sense that she was too.
Harry mounted his mother again, but before he could get in her, she pulled away, turned around, and got on her knees in front of him, “I want it like this, do me from behind!”
Her son gratefully accepted the invitation by kneeling on his knees behind his mother, the tip of his hard cock brushing her buttocks. Putting his hands on her hips, he guided Claire’s ass up and his cock back into her. She let out a moan of pleasure – it was a smooth, easy entry since her pussy was now absolutely soaked within. The second time around Harry lasted much longer, Claire was face down in the rags with her elbows soiled by the dirty tarp, alternating between screams and whimpers for two consecutive orgasms before Harry finally came in her again. They then collapsed, both exhausted, son on top of mother, the crown of his not yet fully flaccid cock still lingering in her pussy lips before he had to pull out to get in a mutually comfortable position.
“Wow” was all Claire could say, but it was sufficient – the tone of her spontaneous exclamation once stating “that was the most amazing feeling I’ve had in years” and “I still can’t believe that my son just fucked me twice and that I encouraged the whole thing.” Harry picked up on this and just smiled bashfully, nodding his head in agreement. Wow indeed.
In the meanwhile, the rain and wind had stopped long ago – through the dingy cracked window they could see that the storm had cleared.
“The sun’s back up…”