She lifted her head giggling like a schoolgirl, “I did say that, didn’t I, I wondered if you’d picked up on it.” Then she fell back with her arms and legs wide apart, offering herself to me totally.
I knew that I was now in control, and took my time with her, using my mouth and fingers to get her almost to the point of release, before easing back. Then starting on her again as softly as I could, then again stopping just short of allowing her release, only to start again, almost letting her get there, and again, and again, and again. Until finally she got to that moment that I’d been waiting for, when she called out loudly, “please let me go, please, I need to come, I need to come now or I’ll explode.”
I played a game with Jane that she called climax denial, which meant that I wouldn’t let her get there until she begged me for release, and this was now what I’d done to Mum.
So the moment came, that we would be bonded together forever when I gave my mother another climax with me. I slipped first one and then two fingers inside her and slowly worked them in and out, working on her G Spot as my other hand massaged her clitoris.
Her orgasm started somewhere deep inside of her and roared out like an express train, spewing out with enormous force. It was like nothing I’d heard before. It wasn’t a cry, a call, or a scream, as I’d heard from other women. It was a deep roar, a base sound, a primal call, an utterance more in keeping with an animal in the jungle than a human being. It went on until all the breath was expelled from her lungs with a hard rasping sound. Harshly and noisily she dragged in more air, filling her lungs to the maximum, so that the first explosion was quickly followed by another, a second just as deep and emptying of her lungs, followed by another harsh demand for air which allowed her to climb to the top of the mountain a third time.
Even after I stopped stimulating her she continued to hump and jerk her body as if wired up to an electricity supply, she was incapable of getting back under control.
The noises that she made as she jerked and spasemed in her frenzy were a mixture of words and non words, wild and uninhibited they showed the depths that her emotions had taken her to. The sounds ran on and on and on, until there was no more air left in her lungs, and then there was a quiet, a deathly silence that reverberated around the room.
I was frozen as the sounds expelled from her washed over my body, I still had my fingers inside of her, I moved them, but there was no response from her. I figured that she was spent, that she’d held nothing back, and now had nothing left to give. Then I realised that she wasn’t fighting for breath as I’d have thought that she would, in fact she wasn’t breathing at all.
I sat up panicking, I could see the tabloid headlines running before my eyes, ‘Boy fucks mother to death.’
I turned on the light calling out, “Mum, come back to me, breath for Christ’s sake, please come back to me, please,” as I shook her violently. Finally and thankfully, she started to drag in deep breaths, six, eight or more before she got herself under control.
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