“You didn’t answer, Baby. Do you like fucking your Momma’s pussy?” She almost hissed her last words, pushing back into me even harder.
“Yes, Mom! It feels incredible!”
“What does, Baby? Tell me what feels good.”
“You do, Mom… you do! All over!”
“You like Mommy’s pussy? You like seeing your mother in front of you like this?”
“Oh my God yes!”
“Say it! Say it for me!” She was moving faster now, looking sideways. I turned and saw what she was looking at. It was us in the dresser along the mirror. She was watching her son fucking her from behind and loving it. So was I. Mom’s heavy, milk-laden breasts were hanging down beneath her, swinging from her short thrusts backward along my cock. I saw how my fingers were digging into her side as I pulled her onto me. I watched as she hooked her feet on top of my calves for leverage.
“Baby! Tell me!”
Looking into her eyes in the mirror I pulled my mother back and thrust forward. As she cried out I said, “I love your pussy, Mom! Love fucking my Mommy’s pussy!”
She let out a long, deep groan and came right then, with the length of my cock hardly even all the way in for the first time. I was amazed and enthralled and so excited that I had made her come. I had satisfied a woman as incredible as my mother and we had just gotten started.
Mom was so tight the deeper I went inside. It amazed me that my little sister had ever been inside there, much less just a few months ago. Then of course the realization that I had once been there too hit me. I was once again stretching my mom’s pussy, only this time it was pure pleasure she would remember instead.
I tried to take it slow, but Mom would have none of it. The harder she came the faster she pushed back into me, until I could feel my heavy sperm-laden balls actually slapping against her underneath. No more words were spoken, only the sounds of her perfect heart shaped ass slamming back against me; our moaning and gasping; and Mom’s pussy making soft, wet, sloppy sounds.
I discovered something that day, while fucking Mom from behind. I take a long time to come in that position. Even as hot as she looked on all fours in front of me and seeing things that no son should ever see: my thick cock entering her over and over; her little wrinkled asshole tightening and relaxing; her glistening white cream coating my shaft; the feel of Mom’s legs and feet pressing down hard on mine; and then the sight of us in the mirror. I was close to coming, but couldn’t get that last bit unless I was prepared to fuck her hard and fast. And I was just not willing to do it. Besides the fact that I loved her coming over and over again and wanting it to last forever, I was afraid I would hurt her, as more than a few times she had cried out and pushed me away for a few seconds with her hand, before allowing me to continue.
I wanted to make love to her; show her that I was a better man than she could hope for. I wanted her to be proud of how she taught me to treat women, and have that experience for her self firsthand. She deserved better than any man could give her, even me.