I said, “Yes mom, that’s how I need to be loved, and that’s how I need to love you.”
She sucked me more, taking a lot of my hardening cock into her mouth. She said “Mmmm, yes baby, love me more baby, come some more in mommy’s mouth, come in mommy’s mouth, mmmm…” I didn’t think I could get hard and stoked so fast, but I did. While she was sucking, she was alternately rubbing my balls and stroking on my shaft. In only a minute or two, I was thinking about coming again. She didn’t let up. I was trying to slow her down, but she was having none of it. She squeezed the base of my cock and ran her finger over my balls. Between her hands and mouth there was too much stimulation.
I started saying, “Mom, mom,” to stop her, but her insistent sucking pushed me over the edge. I held her head and said, “Mom I’m coming again.” It almost came out as a scream as the first exquisite release shot into her mouth.
She kept going and made an “Mmm…” sound that had a joyful quality to it. I poured more cream into her mouth and down her throat until I was exhausted and depleted. When she finally stopped sucking, I was in a heap. As I started to recover I said, “Mom, if that’s an example of what it’s going to be like being together, you’re going to have a very happy son.”
“And you’re going to have a very happy mom,” she said, “As soon as you’re inside me again.”
Well, it’s been going on more than a year now, and we’ve both been right.