It wasn’t long until Mom had my cock as hard as a rock, and I had replenished the arousal juices of her pussy until she was oozing again. With no undue ceremony she rolled over and straddled my body with my imposing cock lying against her belly. She towered above me in all of her splendor with majestic boobs looming over my midsection and her wet pussy resting against my balls.
“I thought you might want a good view of what was going on so I chose to ride on top. You like my knockers, don’t you?” she asked with a wicked smile on her face.
“I think they’re fantastic,” I averred while thinking I had already described them in that manner, but what the hell. They are still fantastic. Mom started to rise and fall on my stiffened rod slowly but rhythmically, and the results were out of this world. I raised my hips to meet her downward swing, and I withdrew when she rose for another assault.
“Play with my titties, if you like, Eddie.” Her breathing was heavy once again as was mine, but I couldn’t wait to do as she suggested. I clutched her melons as they swayed gently with her body movement. I squeezed the mounds, and tweaked her nipples as well as I could. This was undoubtedly going to require a lot of practice. That thought alone made my cock harder and my assaults a little more aggressive.
Mom was enjoying our activity as well. I was proud of the fact that I was responsible for the pure rapture radiating on her face. Occasionally she would bite her lower lip playfully, and sometimes she would moan and roll her head back on her shoulders.
“Eddie,” she managed between deep breaths and sensual moans, “this is what most people call love making, but intimate lovers simply call it fucking. You can call it what you like, but I like fucking when in private.”
“Fucking it is then,” I said experiencing the same labored breath that she did. “Whatever you call it, I think it is the most fantastic thing I have ever done, and that is mostly because I am doing it with you. I hope we do this often.”
“I agree you do need a lot of practice if you want to be good at this, but we’ll talk about that later. Okay?” Upon saying this she gradually increased the tempo of her up and down routine. My cock noticed the change in speed instantly, and adjusted accordingly.
Mom leaned over far enough that I was able to catch either of her swaying breasts in my mouth at my leisure. Of course I took advantage of this opportunity although I knew this was going to take some more practice before I got the hang of it. I couldn’t help smiling at the pun.
Our motion had increased to a level of almost mechanical precision. Our bodies were making slapping sounds as our skin met, and we were both past heavy breathing. Our sounds were more rasping or gutturally animalistic. We had clasped hands and were using our grips as leverage to create more impact with our coupling. Mom was doing a little chant.
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” in a louder and louder voice. I just grunted as I felt my orgasm build up in my body. Then I felt Mom’s spasms begin. She treated each as a special event, and announced its arrival in triumph. Then as her climax came to an end, she abruptly uncoupled from me and slid down the length of my body until she was directly over my volcano where she immediately pounced upon the monster with a vengeance. As she sucked I could feel my orgasm burst forth into her mouth. She pumped and sucked as I spurted one shot after another until my bursts of rapture subsided.
I had no idea what happened to all of that sperm. I do know it took her a brief pause before she could speak.
“You’ve grown up to be one hellava man, Eddie. You could get me pregnant in a heart beat, and we don’t need that to complicate our lives. I did, however, see to it that your orgasm was well cared for.”
“You sure did, but . . .”
“Hush,” she whispered, “we’ll discuss it later.”
“That was wonderful, Mom. All of it,” I added.
“Oh, but there’s more, sweet Eddie. I had no idea I had a monster living under the same roof with me.”
“I’m a monster?”
“That’s just a figure of speech, baby. Now let’s go take a shower.”
Now I had peeked in on Mom taking a shower on several occasions, but it was never anything like this. This time I could reach out and touch her anytime I wanted to, and I took pleasure in soaping and washing her lovely body. She even showed me how I could eat her pussy from a kneeling and standing position, and we gave it a brief try. We postponed this ritual until later because Mom said it was better in other positions that she would demonstrate as time allowed.
After our shower we remained nude and engaged in some light petting if you can call it that. We kissed passionately. I was getting good at the tongue ritual according to Mom, and I devoted as much time as I could to her boobs. I was getting hard again and Mom noticed my condition right away.
