Mom And Me: A Whole New World

Mom collapsed onto my chest, exhausted from her vigorous riding of my cock. I stared up at the ceiling, getting my own breathing under control. Her tits felt incredibly erotic pressed into the hair of my chest. My dick, still half-hard in her pussy, was already stirring into a new erection as Mom’s cunt muscles still spasmed around it. I surprised myself as I began to laugh. Mom, rolling off of me onto her back, joined in.At the time, I didn’t realize how crucial that moment was for our relationship. Had there been the least expression of regret or shame, the love we had for one another as mother and son might well have been damaged irrevocably. The breaking of our lust fever could have shocked us into something terrible and sad. Yet any such harm was dispelled by my honest, joyous laugh. It was the laugh of someone for whom a weight has been lifted, whose constant worry has been proven groundless. And Mom’s joy was the very same thing. Plus, she had the additional relief of knowing she hadn’t destroyed her son’s psyche!I rolled over onto my side, facing her. Her smile beamed up at me as I leaned in to kiss her. We had enjoyed bursa escort some quick, hard, wild kisses in the lead-up to our first fuck but now what I wanted was a soft one, a tender exchange of love with my mother, my lover. Mom understood without me saying a word. Placing her hands behind my head, she let her fingers play with my hair as our lips touched. No girl at school could ever kiss me like this. After a few moments, of course our lips parted and our tongues found each other. A deep moan lifted from Mom’s throat.As I was resting on my right elbow, my left hand was free. I traced my fingers down the center of her belly and across her pubic hair to the slit I had just filled with my seed. Slowly, I explored the lips and very gingerly parted them. I tucked my middle finger into her slick hole, massaging it since I wasn’t sure what else to do. Mom gyrated at the touch. She lowered one of her hands and placed it over mine.”Here,” she said as she broke our kiss, slowing moving my hand like the mouse for a computer, “like this. Not too fast, not too hard.”Even with her guidance, I know that I still was a bit too rough bursa escort bayan at first. She patiently continued to tutor me.”Push your finger in a little deeper,” she instructed. “that’s it. Don’t be shy. Explore how my pussy feels.”I did as she requested. Entirely by accident at first, I brushed her clit because Mom jumped and had a sharp intake of breath. I thought I’d hurt her. She explained that it was a reaction of pleasure and taught me not only how to find her button but how to stroke it to maximum effect. For several minutes, I struggled to get it right.My efforts must not have been completely wrong because Mom suddenly burst into a wild orgasm. Her hand still on my head jerked me down onto chest, smashing my face into her breasts. Her hand on mine gripped like a vise. Her whole body bucked on the bed as she wailed in ecstasy. I felt her pussy muscles squeezing my finger.It was emotionally powerful to watch my mother weep with satisfaction from me fingering her. My dick was throbbing and for a moment I thought I’d blow another load right across her stomach. But I took a deep breath, after lifting my mouth escort bursa from her left tit as she released her grip, and really for the first time during that crazy morning, I felt like a man in bed with his lover.That awareness seemed to surge through me. Mom said that I actually growl at her but I don’t remember that. What I do recall is slipping my hand away from her cunt and rolling over on top of her. Holding myself up on my elbows, I leaned into her as she was still catching her breath and kissed her – deep, long, and passionately. It was as if my mouth might pin her body to the bed.Breaking the kiss, I flexed my hips as I pressed Mom’s legs apart with my knees and lowered my pelvis until my cock was directly in line with my mother’s pussy. With no hesitation, I thrust toward her. Yes, I’d just been inside that cunt. It was still dripping with my cum and her juices. But this entry was something different. This time I was fucking her. My mother, flat on her back, legs locked around my ass, was about to get pounded by her son’s dick.This, as far as I was concerned, was the moment I possessed her for my own. This was the moment I took her – body and soul – from Dad. This was the moment I became a full-fledged motherfucker. And I knew this was the first of many times I would have her like this – willingly, lustfully, wantonly fucking her own child.