Who would have considered

“Oh my god Thomas! Thomas! TTThhhhoooommmmaassss” She exploded my name orgasmic in nature, as she wailed out at the top of her lungs, soaking me, along with everything else. As I now discovered something else I’d never known about mom. She was a squirter!

Even after she had finished spending herself against me, I continued to lay there, lapping up all that sweet glorious juice, softly still exploring, drinking, sucking up her nectar wherever I could find it hiding within the folds of her slick juicy pussy.

Finally she reached down, forcing me away. I looked up, my face glistening with her juice, I could feel it, sense it, smell it and still taste it.

“Now…come make love to me,” she said as though reciting a prayer. I lifted up, still on my knees, moving into and between her. My cock throbbed, the head more swollen and purple than I’d ever seen it, even in the shower. Mom looked down, gasping as she did. She reached out, taking it in her hand, placing it against the lips of her cunt, rubbing it up and down, teasing herself. “I helped in bringing you into this world, out of this same very place. And now more than anything Thomas, I want to be the one to bring you back into it.”

I waited, content to do so, enjoying the feel of her hand on me again as she teased me, teased herself, just rubbing the tip up and down her succulent, hot, wet split. I was thankful I had come a short while earlier, not yet fighting for control, even as good as this felt. Enjoying the ride, the tease…the sensual playfulness my own mother’s hand was giving me. I felt her lips suck, caress, encompass and surround the head of my dick,

heard the juicy, erotic, decadent sounds she made with it, sounds she made herself. Hot naughty sucking sounds, slick sounds, slippery obscene, vulgar, beautiful sounds as she introduced my cock into her pussy. I felt the head ease inside, her hand still holding, guiding me inch by precious inch until she could no longer continue holding onto it.

“Fuck me now Thomas! Fuck me! Spear me with that sweet cock of yours!”

I drove home. I buried myself fully, deeply into my mother’s womb. I knocked at the door of her cervix, she answered, she invited me in. She smothered me with her caress, clenching me, her muscles working around and about me. And I fucked her. Slowly…smoothly, without fanfare, without urgency, without fear, guilt or worry. I fucked my mother’s cunt. I fucked her, and made love to her, and she fucked me back, and made love to me back. For what felt like a glorious eternity.

How we managed it, I don’t know, but we came together without words, without warning, just coming…spraying together. Me inside, squirting what I knew was another voluminous load. She in kind, spraying me, her own female nectar fighting for escape, the liquid pleasure of her own pearly orgasm finding its way around my hard stiff shaft, bathing my balls in another shower as I drove home, in and out, steady…constant,

never relenting even as the last spurt flew from the tip of my cock, as the last squirt of her cunt made its way past my dick soaking me in kind. Only then did we each hold still, basking in the heat, the juice, the aroma and sound of our respective, collective breaths as we each fought for sanity. And then we kissed again, tenderly…lovingly.

“I so love you mom,” I told her. Meaning it in an entirely different way, unlike any way I had ever said it before.

“I love you too Thomas,” she responded in kind. And even in the way she said it back to me, I heard it said differently, meant differently, than anyway she’d ever expressed it before.

Even then it was a while before either one of us moved. Not until my cock did it for us, slipping out of her with a wet squishy plop, deflated now, almost entirely, likewise satiated, content…thoroughly spent, as we both were.

“We’d ah…best get cleaned up, air the room out a little,” she laughed. “Stella will be home within the hour,” she now reminded me, and in doing so…likewise reminding me, we still had things to discuss, especially with regards to my sister.

“After she heads off to work…we still need to talk, need to discuss all this, what it means, where it goes from here…if, that’s where you want it to go,” she added.

“I do,” I said simply. “I can’t go back mom…not now, not ever again, unless of course…”

She shushed me, placing her fingers against my lips. “Later, we’ll discuss it all later. Right now, we really do need to wash off the sex smells, clean up, and then I need to get working on dinner before your sister gets home.”

With that, she sat up, pulling me up out of bed with her. “Now…help me strip the sheets off the bed!”

**

Stella was indeed a whole other concern. Something we surely would have to consider, and figure into the equation. Though I had enjoyed what had just happened with mom, more than anything I ever felt possible to enjoy with her, I also knew…the ramifications of that could prove out to be devastating to my sister if she ever found out. And there again, hurting her in any way was the last thing I ever wanted to do.