My cock was raging hard at that point. I couldn’t believe that any of this was actually happening. Not only was I having sex with my own mother, but she may have been enjoying it more than I was. Her moans became louder and louder. We were alone in the gallery, so we could be as loud as we wanted.
My hands squeezed her hips tightly as we had sex. She pushed back against my thrusts as well. Before long, the art gallery was filled with the lewd noises of my crotch slapping against my mother’s round ass. Her loud moans soon became grunts of sexual pleasure. She was enjoying this as much as I was. Her neatly done hair was soon waving back and forth from our sexual coupling.
While we were in the midst of our intense sexual passion, I remembered that we had to stay in a certain position to avoid people on the street seeing us. My back was against the window, so I couldn’t tell if anyone was watching us or not. At that moment, my mother didn’t seem to care. Her mind was focused on pleasure. Her grunts became cries while we continued having sex. My hands squeezed the soft flesh of her hips even tighter as I thrusted harder.
“Just like that,” she cried. “That feels so good…ughh…I need this so bad. I’m almost there.”
Hearing my classy mother admit that she needed this only added fuel to my fire. My cock was already throbbing beyond belief, and I was fucking her as hard as I could. I could feel the warmth in her pussy, and her natural wetness.
I reached down with one hand and rubbed her clitoris and wet pussy. She cried some more. My fingers moved in a circular motion around her clitoris and depraved sounds escaped her lips. She kept telling me to touch her like that. She told me not to stop. She told me she wanted to cum so bad.
She pressed her face against the floor and cried for me to continue thrusting, and rubbing her clit. Her back arched upwards and I saw her muscles stiffen. I felt a small rush of fluids gushing from her vagina. She gasped, and I knew she had an orgasm.
It wasn’t long before I came inside of her pussy. I continued my thrusts until a powerful pressure built inside of me and I shot several loads of my cum inside of her. I continued until there was nothing left, and my hard cock was slowly become soft.
“Oh god,” I groaned. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
My mother stood up, and my flaccid wet cock plopped out of her vagina. She didn’t bother to clean herself, she simply put her panties back on, and adjusted her black dress.
“I can’t believe it either,” she replied, still breathing heavily. “But I’m glad we did it.”
She reached in her purse and grabbed a few pieces of tissue and handed them to me, so I could wipe my cock clean. I cleaned myself with them and pulled my pants up. Then I threw the tissue in a nearby trash can.
We heard the front door suddenly open. It was the art director, who returned to the gallery earlier than we expected. I suddenly became fearful that we had been caught.
“My deepest apologies,” the art director said to my mother. “Everything is sorted out now. Sorry for leaving you two here alone.”