Trancelike, my mother nod slowly. She blinks a few times and then chews her bottom lip.
“This is dangerous,” she says, then goes on to add, “but I think I’m going to have to play with myself too.”
I’m processing this information when my mother looks up and asks, with all seriousness, “Would you mind if I did?”
She must take the groan as assent. I make the noise and my mother uncrosses her legs, thighs going wide. I moan again while watching her hand slip down, fingers splaying the folds of her labia.
“Just this once won’t hurt, will it?” she asks, wincing and sobbing as she fingers her clit. “I can watch you while you watch me. It won’t do any harm, will it? It’s just us, isn’t it, Sean? What we do isn’t anybody else’s business.”
I’m pulling myself hard while I stare at my mother and she rubs her sex. It isn’t going to take long. I can feel myself fizzing already.
My orgasm bubbles in my stalk and I know I’m going to blow as my mother works herself into a lather as well. She alternates between quick rubs at her clit and using two fingers against her opening. My mother fucks at her cunt, the middle- and ring-fingers side-by-side as her pussy squelches around them.
She goes at it hard, squeaking and mewling with pleasure, her face all twisted with agonised delight, big breasts shivering and rolling while she whines and grunts and grins up into my face.
Then it starts, her expression shifting to shock when the first splash of the hot stuff flicks onto her skin.
Cum bursts forth as I carry on cranking. It feels so wonderful I don’t care where it goes as I sob and grunt and unload all over my mother’s generous frontage.
I’m vaguely aware that she yelps, and the next thing I’m conscious of is the pliant flesh of my mother’s tits under my palms and fingers as I smear jizm over her skin, my tongue pushed into her mouth.
And what amazes me the most is she’s accepting the kiss.
My mother moans into my open mouth and grabs for my hand, eager to get my spunky fingers down between her legs.
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She lays back and offers herself to me. I’m knelt on the bed with two fingers inside her, curled over like a question mark so I can kiss her mouth and maul one of her breasts with my free hand.
“We shouldn’t do this?” she gasps during a lull.
“I know,” I reply, but get right back to kissing.
My mother strokes me when her hand finds me still hard.
She croaks out, “We can’t fuck. I’m not on the pill.”
But I’m mindless to the risk, insane with my need. It’s the same as before — I’ll worry about the aftermath later.
“We shouldn’t,” she says as I climb over to settle between her legs.
My mother’s objection is feeble at best as she shifts her rump to make it easier for me to present my cock-head to her body.
“Oh no,” she squeaks, chin on chest while staring at the big dome nudging her vulva. “You’re going to do it…”
She turns her appalled visage towards me, gulping while going up to rest on her elbows, legs folded at the knees, thighs spreading in a parody of one of her yoga poses.
“Sean,” she whines while splaying her labia with two fingers, nose crinkled, jaw hanging, hot eyes fixed on my face. “You’re really going to fuck me.” Then I’m inside her.