Finished, I pulled out of her, her pussy farting a vile burp of air as I disengaged. I bent over and kissed her red pussy full on, sticking my tongue a little ways inside her puffy snatch before lightly biting her ass and then helping her stand up. She turned around and we embraced, both of us naked, the warmth of our bodies and the softness of our skin making the both of us feel loved.
“Now you get to carry my seed inside you for a couple days, mom. I love knowing that when I look at you, a part of me will be living inside you, at least for 48 hours until my sperm dies a fruitless death. Don’t you love that I’m going to be inside you until Monday morning?”
“Gosh do I ever. I love you and I love carrying a piece of you inside me, the way I carried you inside me for nine months.”
I kissed her softly and pinched her bum one more time, then got dressed and walked out the door, leaving her naked and alone, rubbing her tummy, the tummy in which her son’s sperm was happily swimming. It was the one Mothers’ day present that could make her content, and I couldn’t be happier to have provided it.