I wasn’t far from coming, and she sensed it, “keep your eyes open for me, I want to see you as you come into me.”
I’d only pressed myself into her for a short time when she called out, “eyes.”
I’d closed them again.
And then I came, it was hard not to thrust wildly into her, but I was able to hold back for her. The most amazing thing was that with our eyes locked, the emotion flowing between them was stronger than the most hard core sex I’d ever had, because it wasn’t sex, it was love. I’d returned to the place where I was born. My journey was now completed, it was a homecoming in every sense of the word.
And what a homecoming queen she was to welcome me, the most warm, wild, wet, wonderful, welcoming responsive women in my life ever. A woman who loved me without question, and would do so forever.
Right at the height of my climax I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting harder into her as I finally lost control with my intensity, this was ok with Mum, as she now knew that she’d received my seed, she also knew now that we were completed, just as my journey home was.
Then she came for me. It was intense, not as intense as the last time that I’d made her come was, but her body and cries told me that she’d enjoyed it. The look on her face, the pure ecstasy of coupling with her son meant that she’d enjoyed it totally, she and I were joined and fulfilled.
As we lay together in the silence, that beautiful after sex silence, when you’ve shared a spiritual bonding with someone that you love more than anyone else in the world. I held her to me, and she, me to her. Mum was shaking with the emotion of the moment. Silence was all that was needed, words would have been an unwelcome intruder resented by both of us.
When she moved her head and our eyes at last met, she looked so serene. I said to her, “you came with me, it seemed all right, but it wasn’t as good for you as before, I’m sorry.”
“This was your time Alex, you’d done me so completely, like no one else ever has. You needed to receive something from me to be as powerful as what you did for me. It’s ok though, if you’d turned out the light and let me focus totally on what you were doing to me, I probably would have come as hard as before. But then again, I’m not sure that this old body would have been able to take another one like that. It was so very intense, it was a total experience for me.” There was so much love in her as she said, “you will do that every time for me, won’t you, please?”
I nodded, I was feeling pretty good about myself.
“Now,” said Mum, thinking that maybe my guard was down, “who’s this woman that’s taught you to do these things to me, what’s her name?”
I laughed, seeing right through her, “Her name’s Jane.”
“Jane?”
“Jane Clarke.”
“Do I know her?”
“I don’t think so, she lives over in the next street.”
“Will I meet her?”
“Dunno, maybe at some time, but now I have to ask you something.”
“Yes, of course.”
“What’s brought this on, you know, you and I?”
Mum closed her eyes, contemplating her answer for a moment, then said, “a lot’s been happening in my life for a while now. Since I’ve turned forty I’ve found it hard to accept my age. Society makes a woman feel as if her life’s ended at forty, and yet I don’t feel old, even though your Dad keeps telling me that I am. I think he does that because he does feel his age, and he wants to bring my self esteem down. I’ve found it harder and harder lately to say no when other men hit on me, especially when your fathers idea of sex just isn’t what it used to be, and it certainly isn’t what mine is anyway.”
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