“Hang on,” she said. “Let me scoot up a little.”
I waited while she shifted to lie diagonally across the bed. Once she was settled I moved to kneel between her legs and bent down to suck on one of her nipples while I caressed her other breast with my hand. I gasped and jerked my head away from her chest when I felt her fingers wrap around my cock.
Mom didn’t say anything, instead communicating with her eyes. I could see her need in them, and her lust. She wanted me inside her.
“I love you,” I said.
She smiled and kissed me as she guided my cock to her pussy. The tip of my erection pressed up against her wet slit, temporarily halted. I pushed gently but firmly until her body accepted me and allowed me to slide inside.
The head of my shaft was embraced by Mom’s pussy. Her muscles squeezed softly, massaging the small part of my length that had penetrated her. I took a deep breath and thrust into her a little more. She cooed softly as I pressed deeper into her.
“Feels so good,” she whispered.
She gave a low moan as I finally buried myself as deep as I could go. Every inch of my shaft was enveloped inside her. Her pussy sheathed my cock like they were made for each other. I stayed still for a moment, simply enjoying the feeling.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
I shook my head. “Nothing.” I looked at her, and a slow smile spread over my face. “Absolutely nothing.”
I pulled my cock partway out, then thrust back in. I did it again, and again, while slowly increasing the length and speed of my strokes. Mom’s hands ran over my shoulders and back, and she purred happily as I moved inside her. She alternated between looking into my eyes, and gazing down at where our bodies joined.
I buried my face in her neck as I kept thrusting. My chest pressed against her breasts, their pillowy softness adding to the sensations I was experiencing. She wrapped her arms around me and held me as I fucked her.
“That’s it,” she breathed. “Keep going.”
Mom’s hips lifted slightly to meet my down strokes. I thrust harder, pounding my cock into her. She whimpered in pleasure and kept meeting my thrusts. She wiggled and squirmed underneath me, trying to line herself up just right.
Her pussy clamped down on my shaft when it was fully inside her, gripping it tightly as I pulled back. I groaned at the added friction and was forced to slow my movements slightly. A steady rhythm of long, hard strokes turned out to work better than shorter, faster ones. It allowed Mom to get more in synch with me too.
Our bodies moved together, instinctively working to increase our pleasure. Mom’s put her hands on my head and guided me away from her neck so she could kiss me. Her lips met mine for only a second or two at a time in between breaths. She was hungry, but restrained enough not to suffocate me.
I was going to cum; it was inevitable the way I was going. I thrust even harder into Mom’s pussy despite my protesting muscles. The last of my control was slipping away. More and more, my thoughts were dominated by the need to achieve my release. I was using my mother’s body to get off, and judging by her reactions my body was doing much the same thing for her.