“Do you want to cum inside Mommy’s pussy?” She asked.
“Yes, Momma! I want to cum in your pussy!” I said desperately.
“Cum in Mommy’s pussy like a big boy!” She called out to me.
The pressure inside of me overflowed that brim and I felt it pulsing out of me. I gripped Momma’s hips, holding onto her as it ripped through me. “Oh shit, I’m cumming! Oh shit, I’m cumming!” I repeated like a mantra as I filled her insides with my essence, my body rigid. I stayed inside her after I was spent, gasping for breath, caressing her her hips and back.
“Honey, you can pull out now?” She said.
“Is your massage all done?” I asked, still caressing her body.
“Yes, the massage is all done.”
“Did you like your massage, Mommy?”
She propped herself up on her elbows and looked back at me over her shoulder. “Yes Honey, I liked it very much.” She said smiling.
“Good, because I like giving you massages.” I said, smiling back.
Her eyes seemed to twinkle, “Thank you, Honey. Now pull out and make yourself descent, and I will go start dinner.”
I looked down at our union, and how wet and slippery everything was, and slowly pulled out, her pussy clinging to me. My shaft and pubic hair was coated in our juices. The tip was still so sensitive I pulled it out quickly. I got up and stepped back so Mom could get up. She pulled her shirt on and looked at me. She had a glow about her. One I would come to know. Then she walked to the bathroom to freshen up. I pulled my sweatpants up and went to my room, to replay this memory and listen to music. Passing the stereo I noticed that Kenny had stopped singing. How long was he silent I wondered, listening to us as we made our own music.
In my room I just laid on my bed in my own glow, listening to music. Basking in the memory of what just happened.
Shortly there was knock. “Donny, maybe you should get cleaned up too and wash yourself.” Mom said.
“Okay!” I called back, startled out of my reverie. I hadn’t really thought about that. Then again, it’s not like I had ever had sex before. So I got up and went to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
Dinner was done, pork chops, baked potatoes, and a vegetable medley. I tried to bring up the sex we just had, but she deflected the question. “Not at the dinner table.” She said. After dinner I helped her clean up the dishes. She went into the living room to watch TV. I sat with her for awhile, and tried again to ask about the sex we just had. “Not now, Donny. We’ll talk later.” She said. I went to my room to listen to music and draw in a sketch book some loose scribbles of my mothers body.
Later on there was a knock. “May I come in?” Mom asked.
“Yeah!” I called back, closing the sketch book.
She came in and sat on the bed next to me. She sighed, collecting her thoughts. “Donny, did you like being with me?”
“Yes, Mom.” Then I quickly added, “Very much!”
“Then that’s all you need to know,” she said softly, sweetly. “I’ll let you know the next time I need you, okay?”
“Okay, Mom!” I said.
“Okay, give me a kiss goodnight,” she said. She had never asked for that before, it was always just a “goodnight” called out from beyond my closed door. I nodded and leaned in, I was aiming for her cheek, but she turned her head and our lips met for the first time. She closed her eyes and I closed mine. It was a short, quick kiss, but it lingered.