“Sure, son. It’s a really nice one. Cost me a pretty penny too. But as much use as I intend to give it, it’s well worth the expense, as far as I’m concerned.
“I bought it online just recently. It’s modeled after a real live penis, and it’s even got a moveable foreskin with veins all over it. And get this. It’s even got a small heater built in, so that it feels warm inside my vajayjay, just like a real live dick does.”
Mom finally moved the cell phone camera down between her legs to point it at the dildo, which was lying on the bed between her thick, spread-apart thighs. It was about 9 inches long, from base to tip, with the front portion of a pair of fake balls attached at the bottom of the shaft, and it had the same coloration to it that a black dude’s dick might have. And of course, the dildo was still coated with Mom’s slick, shiny vaginal juices.
Mom’s expensive, realistic-looking dildo also had a large suction cup at the very bottom, mounted to the flat rear side of the fake balls. I wondered if Mom had ever used the suction cup part of the dildo before, to mount it to a flat surface, and then hump away at it, like I had seen women do in online porn videos. If not, I decided right then and there that I was going to show her how to use the suction cup, when I went to visit her this weekend. And I decided that I would try to do it right after I finished shaving her pussy.
“So how do you like my dildo, son?” Mom’s asked.
“It doesn’t really matter how much I like. What matters is how much you like it,” I countered.
“Well, it’s the closest I can get to the ‘real thing’ without you being here. And of course, my dildo doesn’t ejaculate sperm, which is something that I really love to watch you men do, as you well know. But hey, it beats the heck out of frigging this old, worn-out pussy with my fingers all the time–or using a cucumber, or a hairbrush handle to do it.”
“Mom, you do realize that I just finished fucking you symbolically, by cumming all over your soiled panties like I did, right?”
“Of course, I realized exactly what you were doing, son, and why you were doing it. That’s why I orgasmed my ass off when I saw you start cumming all over the crotch of my dirty panties. I knew that you were fantasizing that the crotch of those panties was my pussy. Am I right about that?”
“I love you, Mom, but I’ve got to go now. See ya next weekend, okay? And yes, your dirty panties are the next best thing to having my dick rubbing up against that nasty, super-sexy pussy of yours,” I admitted to her, and then quickly hung up the phone and set it down on the night stand by my bed, before she could finish saying ‘goodbye’ to me.
The bottom line was that, no matter how kinky or perverted it was, I knew that I was definitely going to continue traveling back home to Beaumont fairly frequently for the purpose of secretly having sex with my own mother, no matter what my current dating or marital status was.
I figured that my mother had raised me and taken care of my needs for many years while I was growing up, and so the least I could do was to help take care of one of Mom’s most important needs. I can’t help it if I just happen to have one of the horniest and most uninhibited post-menopausal mothers on this planet.
And as far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing more exciting or erotic than being a true motherfucker!
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