It was also by far the most intense one I’d ever experienced. Or probably ever will experience. The sinful thought of cumming inside my own mother’s pussy, the gateway which brought me into this world-which has to be the most taboo thing that can take place-made my orgasm so much more…powerful!
In a nutshell, sowing my seed into the utmost forbidden garden was an unforgettable moment.
Once my orgasm finally subsided, I felt weak. So I just lay there, panting on mom’s back as my cock softened inside her, our sweaty bodies entwined and left in the ruins of our taboo lovemaking session. Okay, fuck session. But that also happened to be when reality sank in. What the fuck was I thinking? Cumming inside my own mother? Out of all the idiotic things I’d ever done, this one took the cake by a light year.
I don’t know about you, but having a daughter or son slash sibling really did not sound like an attractive idea to me. Fuck! I rolled off of mom. Once I pulled the cover over our bodies and rested my head and upper back on a pillow, mom laid her head on my arm. We lay in silence for a few moments as she used a finger to draw shapes I couldn’t identify on my chest.
“Mom.”
“Yes baby.”
“I’m really starting to regret…cumming inside you.”
Mom raised her chin to make eye contact. “Why? Are you worried you might’ve impregnated me?”
I nodded subtly.
“Don’t worry about it, baby.” She dropped her chin and continued with drawing on my chest. “I’ll run down to the pharmacy and pick up some EC pills in the morning.”
“EC pills?”
“Emergency contraceptive pills. Or more popularly known as morning after pills.”
“Oh yea.” My apprehensiveness vanished. “I forgot about that.”
Thank goodness for modern medicine.
Mom and I lay together in silence for a few more moments. “Mom.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I know this probably isn’t the best time to bring this up-actually, it is, because I haven’t had a better one. But earlier today, when you left dad that message, I kinda got the impression you wanna leave him. Was I right?”
Mom’s hand stopped moving on my chest. Then she removed it, pushed her upper frame up with a forearm and sighed. “No,” she shook her head, “…you were wrong. Your father’s a good man, an even better provider and I don’t think I’ll ever leave him. I’ve been with him for too long to do something that drastic. Earlier today I was just so…angry with him. I still am. But we humans tend to say things we don’t mean when we’re angry.”
“I hear that.” I nodded.
She rested her head on my arm again.
“Mom.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Sure.” She shrugged.
“Have you ever cheated on dad before?”
“Mm-mm.” She shook her head. “This is the very first time. But I can’t say I’ve never been tempted to.”
“Really?” I scrunched my face. “…With who?”
“My yoga teacher.” Mom giggled, rolled onto her stomach and pushed her upper body up with both her forearms. “He’s such a flirt…handsome, and the biggest man-whore I’ve ever met. I think he’s slept with half of the women in my class.”
“Seriously?”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded with a smile. “He’s been trying to get into my pants since day one. And I almost let him.” Her eyes rolled upwards as she tilted her head. “But I didn’t want to become another statistic.”