Mom announced that she was cumming again and she grabbed the blanket once more with both fists and stuffed her face into Dad’s pillow, muffling her loud cry. She came as much as before, and I could feel the wetness flowing out around my cock and against my thighs as I thrust consistently and deliberately into her.
“Oh, Baby…. Please…. Please come for Mommy! I can’t take much more!”
I didn’t want to come that way, so I pulled out, leaving Mom whimpering, and let her fall to her side. She looked up at me with an utterly confused expression, almost like she couldn’t remember where she was. She saw me holding my cock as I rolled her onto her back and she wantonly spread her arms and legs, waiting for me once more.
I slid right in as I crushed the full length of my body down onto hers. Mom wrapped her legs and arms around me and started kissing me, her tongue matching my cock’s thrusting inside her. I knew this was how I wanted it, how I always would want to finish it; my cock inside my mommy’s pussy, feeling her coming all over me and kissing me and holding me safe in her arms.
Reaching back with both hands I felt the smoothness of her slender legs again, wrapped so tight around my waist. Mom’s hands gripped my shoulders from around my back and her teeth sunk into my neck as she came again. She released me and I found her left breast inches from my mouth. I angled myself and started sucking and chewing again. Her sweet sweat just made the taste of her milk even more incredible.
I felt a flash of new sudden warmth and wetness, and she began thrashing beneath me. It made me come at last.
It was the longest most intense orgasm I had experienced in my young life. People always say they can feel a woman’s pussy pump and grab them as they come. I couldn’t feel that. I was so hard for my Mom and she was so wet and hot that I honestly felt like I had a steel rod and was dipping it into hot silk. My load of hot cum just intensified the effect.
The two of us ground our hips together for minutes afterward, just kissing and holding each other. Both of us continued to shudder ever little while as we recovered from our passion.
We could both feel the sloppy mess that was between our legs and forming a large puddle on the comforter. Mom looked into my eyes and grinned again, sliding her hands all over my sweaty back and down to my butt.
“You were saving it up for Mommy, weren’t you?”
I bashfully averted her eyes and grinned, not knowing what to say.
“I thought so, you naughty boy!'” She kissed me again and ruffled my hair with here fingers. “Well you know what … No matter what you do to me … you are always going to be my Baby Boy!”