My breathing grew increasingly ragged and uneven. Mom was no longer kissing me, instead opting to nuzzle at my neck. Her fingers dug into my back. Her need was as intense as mine, and she was dependent on me to fulfill that need.
Suddenly Mom’s fingers turned sharp as I got the nails instead of the pads. She clawed my skin involuntarily and moaned into my shoulder as she came. Her body tensed and her pussy clamped down on me even tighter than before. I had already been close, and the abrupt increase in stimulation finished me off.
My hips jerked arrhythmically and my cock spasmed as my orgasm exploded from within me. My cum flooded into her pussy in short, powerful bursts. I was aware of nothing except for my own pleasure. Even the pain of Mom’s fingernails digging into me translated as a positive feeling in my brain.
I wanted my orgasm to last forever, to trap me in a cycle of illicit pleasure. For a few seconds it seemed possible. Then I crashed, coming down from my high more quickly than I thought possible. I was still buried inside Mom, still supporting my weight on my arms, but I felt drained; happy, but tired. I looked down at her and the contented smile she gave me. I smiled back, then let myself gently collapse.
I shifted my weight as I lay down so that most of it landed on the mattress instead of Mom. I couldn’t bear to be too far from her, and part of my arm, my leg, and part of my chest all remained on top of her. I nestled my head against her shoulder and closed my eyes. She stroked my hair soothingly.
“That was amazing, sweetie,” she whispered.
I nodded, or at least tried to. “Mm-hm.”
“All wore out, huh?”
I tried to nod again, but my head wasn’t in a good position for it.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Me too.” She smoothed down my hair on one side. “Good thing we’re in bed already.” She giggled softly.
I didn’t say anything. I was drifting away from consciousness, feeling as sated, tired, and loved as I ever had.
“I love you,” she said.
“V’you too,” I mumbled.
I fell asleep in my mother’s embrace.