Mother’s love

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“I helped you relieve some pressure, now I need you to help me,” she said as she untied the belt on her robe and flicked it back over her shoulders. As the silk fabric fell to the floor, I looked my naked mother up and down. Her perky medium sized tits were unlike any I had ever seen in person. Her narrow waist curved out into wide hips, and her bald pussy was flawless.

“Mom, what are you doing.” I finally asked trying to ignore the tent I was pitching with the sheet.

Without another word my mom walked up to the bed and pulled back the covers and reached for my boxers. I lifted my ass off the bed as she pulled the cotton underwear down exposing my eight inch boner. With that, she climbed onto the bed and straddled my lap. Putting her hands on my abs, she propped herself up and began to grind her hips. The soft wet pussy lips slid up and down the underside of my cock as it laid flat on my pelvis. Each time she rocked back I could feel her quiver a little bit as her clit pressed down on my rod.

I stared up at her perfect body as she continued to slip back and forth along my shaft. After a couple of minutes, she raised up enough that she could guide me into her. I had never felt anything as exquisite as her wet hole as she slowly lowered herself all the way down onto me. With my cock buried to the hilt in my mom’s glorious snatch, she resumed her rocking motion. I could barely stand the experience. She began to moan as her body shuttered.

“Oh yeah” she said, “give it to mommy.” I began to thrust up with my hips whenever she rocked forward.

“You like that?” I asked

“Yeah,” she replied, “fuck mommy, like that. You wanna make mommy cum?”

“Oh god yes,” I replied. “I want to make you cum like you made me cum.”

She began to bounce on my rod more vigorously. Her moans increased with every pass. She began to tremble more heavily and she cried out so loudly I was certain one of the neighbors would have heard it.

She yelled out, “Fuck mommy” multiple times in rapid succession. The last time trailed off into a prolonged scream of ecstasy. I thrust up into her one last time and blew my load deep inside her. Mom collapsed forward onto me panting. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight to my chest. Our sweaty bodies pressed against one another. That was when I opened my eyes. I was lying on my belly in a puddle of my own semen…alone.

The next morning was insanely awkward for me. I tried not to let Mom know, but I just couldn’t act normal. In my head, I had fucked one of the most beautiful women in my life, but she didn’t know about it.

“Babe, is everything okay?” she asked, “Are you feeling weird about what happened last night?”

My eyes widened. The memories of the most amazing sex I had ever had rushed over me. Had that actually happened? Had she come into my room and fucked me silly then left. I mean it felt real, but when I woke up I woke up I had been alone so I knew it had been a dream.

“I shouldn’t have offered to help you out in the shower like I did.” she said before I could dive any further down the rabbit hole. She was talking about jerking me off. “Things are gonna be weird between us now.”

“No,” I cut her off. “I feel closer to you now than I did before, Mom,” I said trying to reassure her.

A worried look appeared on her face. She thought about the implications of my statement. She thought quietly for a moment and suddenly realized that the last few weeks she had seen me looking her over, but it had never registered in her mind that I was lusting after her. Her eyes widened and she immediately walked out of the kitchen and to her room closing the door behind her.

About an hour later, she emerged from her room wearing her college hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. I think it was the most covered I have ever seen her outside of winter. Mom grabbed my hand and walked me over to the dining table. She pulled out a chair and sat down. She waited patiently for me to do the same.

“We need to talk,” she began, “about what you are feeling. When did you start looking at me like that?”

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