“Come, James, I want to feel you next to me,” Mom said with an almost husky sigh, holding out a hand for me once more. I crawled on top of her and held her in my arms, kissing her long and deep, which initiated another long make out session, although this time our kissing was much more energetic, even frantic. I had a hard time keeping up with her, just trying to do the best I could. I could feel Mom’s hands all over me, exploring my body, spending most of the time shamelessly squeezing and caressing my ass, and I immediately thought back to all the girls that had made comments about my rear being one of my most attractive features. Evidently, Mom had made the same observation, as she couldn’t seem to get enough of my bum. That was fine by me, as I could already feel my lack of skills and experience as a lover becoming an apparent issue, and so anything that apparently gave her pleasure came as a relief to me.
The feel of her naked body against mine, with my cock grinding against her mound, leaking copious amounts of precum onto her and the bed as we passionately kissed was more than adequate foreplay for me, but for a seasoned woman like Mom… It was hard for me to imagine that I’d be able to satisfy her anywhere near she could with me, but this was going to have to suffice. Looking at my picture, I again couldn’t help but wonder how Mom could ever become so infatuated with me, especially considering all the options of lovers she had available to her.
The night wouldn’t be a total loss for Mom, however, as there was one talent the Good Lord had blessed me with. I could fuck, I mean really fuck, even from my very first time trying. Not only did I have youth and natural athleticism on my side, but hours and hours put into gym to maximize those traits. In short, I was a tireless, fucking machine, and while many young men might make the same claim, I had something else going for me that most of them didn’t, and no, it wasn’t a ten inch cock. My seven and a half inches proved plenty for most girls, but that wasn’t it either. It was that, even with no experience, my sexual stamina level was off the charts, meaning that while all my friends complained about cumming too soon for their girlfriends liking and exchanged ideas on how to last longer I was able to keep fucking away without a care in the world.
Not that I had this superhuman amount of self-control; far from it, I was probably no better than my friends were in this respect. For whatever reason, however, I would barely lose any of my erection after cumming, or feel any of the other post-coital effects like feeling tired or disinterested. I’d cum and cum and just keep fucking away enough to put the horniest rabbi to shame, only needing a few seconds to get over the delirium that comes with orgasm. It would be a small enough of an interruption that I doubt the girl even noticed or cared, especially if she were caught up in the moment, as was usually the case. And so I’d fill their pussies with my sticky semen, as my ejaculations were no less than anyone else, and then start ramming again, with my cum now leaking out of them as I continued on and on.
“Oh James, oh my god James,” I could imagine Mom wailing out as the reality of what was happening to her began to sink in. I pictured myself once again lying on top of Mom, her legs were spread wide and my cock was piercing its way through her entrance as she held on for dear life. The look of shock on her face told me what I already knew. There was no way she’d ever been fucked that hard by Dad, or anyone else for that matter; of that I was certain. The twin sized bed we were lying in would be shaking like something from “The Exorcist,” and the speed and force of my relentless pounding would send Mom into such a delirium that she might have momentarily wondered if it the actual devil that had forced his unholy cock between her legs.
“Oh… James… oh…” she would barely be able to pant out, breathing so hard that she seemed on the verge of hyperventilation. I decided to give her a moment to rest, sitting up on the bed and noting both our sweat soaked bodies. Mom took the opportunity to not only take a quick breather but to move up onto all fours, with that delicious apple-shaped ass facing me.
“Care for another go?” she said looking back at me, and flashing the wickedest of smiles. She gave her ass a little slap for me, as if I needed anything more to grab my attention, and I got on my knees and positioned myself behind her. I’d already cum twice by now, and I could see the sticky concoction of our juices oozing out of her glistening slit, but amazingly she hadn’t cum yet. I was still rock hard though and more than ready to do something about that.
“Ohh… ohhh,” Mom cried out as I pushed my cock all the way in with one decisive thrust. She arched her neck up, wincing, slightly looking upwards to help cushion the penetrating force, and all I could think of was what a beautiful whore I had before me. For whatever reason, I felt the urge to grab a handful of Mom’s shoulder length, golden brown hair and pull on it as I resumed my relentless pummeling of her womb.
“Oh my god, that’s so good, James. Fuck me harder baby, harder…” she exclaimed. With everything I’d already done, she still wanted it in her harder. I couldn’t help but smile a little bit; she really was the most delicious whore. I started fucking her, steadily increasing the pace as I found my rhythm once more. It wasn’t long before I was jackhammering into her again, every stroke of my cock bottoming out in Mom’s pussy as my loins slapped hard against that glorious ass . I could sense it in her body and her voice now. Just a little more and she’d be there…
“That’s it baby, yes, yes… oh my god your cock feels so fucking good,” she huffed. “That’s it James… James!”
“James, James?”
I looked over my shoulder and saw real Mom standing there, wearing a full length, terry cloth robe over… who knows what. I think most of her bedtime wear was on the sexier side, so covering up now was probably for the best.
“Is everything alright, James? I called you a few times just now and you didn’t even hear me.”
“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” I lied back. Funny how the default response in uncomfortable situations is to lie.
“You’ve been out here for almost two hours,” Mom said. “Aren’t you going to bed?”
“What’s with the picture?” she asked, coming closer to see what it was. “You looked like you were in your own, little world.”
“I remember that day,” Mom said with a reminiscing smile now that she saw it too. “I was so proud of you.”
“And you were so beautiful,” I said. My comment took Mom by surprise, almost making her blush.
“Is something bothering you, dear?” she asked. She could always read me a lot better than I could ever hope to read her.
“Yeah,” I said. Maybe this wasn’t the best time for this, but if was going to be preaching the virtues of honesty with Mom then I should probably be doing my part.
“I used to look at this picture, and remember what a great day it was despite Dad falling ill. I used to look at you in it and see the same proud Mom that you just spoke of. But now I know it wasn’t just pride you were feeling back then. It was other things too, darker secrets involving us. And I suppose I can’t look at something this, or you, the same way ever again.”
“I don’t know what to say, son,” Mom began, her voice choking up, “other than I’m sorry.”
“You said something the other day, about getting a second chance. Well, to me a second chance starts with honesty, complete honesty, about everything. I’d tell you to go reconcile your soul with Dad first before even trying with me, but he’s going through hell right now and the last thing he needs is for you to make his pain worse by confessing all your sins.”
“I understand dear,” Mom said, “but it’s getting late. We’ll talk about all of this in the morning, I promise.” She turned and began walking back to her room.
“Mom,” I said, making her turn again to face me.
“I was looking at the picture, thinking about the party and how Dad had to turn in early and how all the guests left early too. And then I wondered about what it would have been like if you and I had gone back to my room and made love for the rest of the night. I could see It all happening so clearly, almost like watching a movie. I suppose that’s why I got distracted.”
Mom was speechless, a rarity for her.
“You did?” she finally managed to say.
“Yeah, but doing so only gave me more questions than answers.” Mom was still too flustered to say more, and just remained silent for a moment to see if I had anything more to add. I did.
“For what it’s worth, it wouldn’t been the worst thing in the world if we had slept together that night. In fact, it probably would have been the greatest night of my life.”
“Really?” Mom asked, clearly taken completely off guard.
“But there are other things to consider,” I continued, “like for one thing, our crimes would not have been victimless.”
“You mean your father…” Mom said, barely audible now. She was truly shaken by the direction this discussion had taken.
“Yeah.”
“I see, well, like I said, we’ll talk about it tomorrow,” she barely managed to utter before turning about and leaving. “Goodnight.”
**
I slept in the next day, partly due to being fatigued by the three hour drive out here and partly because I’d stayed up so late. When I got to the kitchen, Mom was already there, saying that breakfast was just about ready and that I should meet her on the patio. So, after taking a quick shower I went to meet her for a meal of coffee, waffles, and fresh fruit.
“I can already tell it’s going to be a beautiful day,” Mom said with one of her radiant smiles. Just looking at her now made it clear to me how much I’d fully succumbed to her feminine charms, knowing how easily I could lose myself the pool of those deep blues and lustrous smiles. Mom was tittering about, getting the last bits of our meal ready, and even in the simple white chino shorts she was wearing it took all my efforts not to let my eyes get stuck on her well-toned thighs and exquisitely curvaceous bum.
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