I struggled to stop making such loud noises, and finally was able to drop my head alongside her face and kissed her cheek. I groaned into her ear, “Mom, I waited so long to love you, and it is so fabulous, I can’t get enough of you. I love you.”
Mom just squeezed my hands around her tits again, moaned a long sigh, and said, “I love you too, I love you too.”
As we lay there, my hips jerked a few involuntary thrusts into her as the last of my come pumped out of my cock.
We were to remain lovers until Mom died, and it never grew old. I loved her and lusted for her as much at the end, as I did when we first discovered our love. We made love more frequently than I ever did with any girlfriends or my ex-wife.