Any doubts or insecurities were long gone. It felt like her encouragement egged me on. The way she reacted when I did something loud or rough… she just wanted more, eagerly moving to meet my thrusts and allowing me to be as rough as I wanted. Every time I pulled her towards me and pushed as deeply into her as I could, she gave out a little grunt:
“Huhh… huhhh… huuhhh…”
“Fuck… fuck… fuuuck…” I started groaning, the stimulation from her tight channel proving too much.
I just wanted to fuck her harder and harder. The slapping noises filled the room as her butt cheeks kept slamming against me. The more force I used, the more she encouraged me.
“Ohhhh yeeees…. fuck, yes, fuck me! Fuck me!!”
“Yes, mom, yes!”
Saying the words made a cold shiver run down my spine. Calling her ‘mom’ like that while actually having sex with her made what we were doing incredibly real. It was impossible to escape the reality of the situation – that right at this moment, I was actually fucking my mother. And that in her intoxicated state, she was happily letting me.
Her pussy was incredible – contracting and squeezing me in gentle pulses every time I slid inwards. I struggled to keep my eyes open, the pleasure was so intense. I shook my head, trying to get rid of the fog that had descended on my brain. I was getting so horny, I moaned loudly every time I made the slightest move.
“Aaah! Aaaaaaah! Aaah!”
I felt it coming. Deep inside me, it started building, like a powerful crossbow being pulled back, preparing to fire. I had already had one orgasm tonight, but this was so hot and so exciting that I could feel another one getting closer and closer. If I pulled out and jerked it right now, I’d shower her back with my juices in seconds. I slowed down, wanting to make it last longer. I almost hoped that my system would ‘reset’, so that I could fuck her wonderful pussy all night long…
But I couldn’t. The feeling was so good, I couldn’t really hold back. Every move I made took me closer to orgasm. Whether I penetrated deeply or only had the tip inside her, the stimulation kept firing signals through my nerve cells, making my orgasm sneak up closer and closer. I was balancing on a knife edge, trying to breathe and think about something else so that I would last a bit longer, but also not wanting to stop. I still had my hands on her hips, stroking her and looking down at her lovely shape – that pear-shaped curve from her waist to her bottom…
Mom clearly noticed that I had slowed down. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled, then started wiggling her ass back and forth in front of me, teasing me and making her pussy bend my cock from side to side.
“Aaah… hoohh…” I moaned and tried to breathe calmly, not wanting to explode right then and there.
“Heheeee…” I heard mom giggle mischievously.
Suddenly, she slammed herself backwards. My cock slid right in to the bottom as she impaled herself on it.
“AAAAH! MOM!” I cried out.
Still smiling and looking back at me, she moved slowly forward, making my cock slide almost all the way out of her. Then she did it again. Jammed herself onto me. Hard. Right to the bottom. I felt myself passing the point of not return. My eyes went completely cloudy.