When I started groaning I felt mom move her ankles behind my thighs and her sensitive hands started comfortingly caressing my hips and back. Her maternal instincts were working as I started getting closer to the eventual end expected finish.
I looked at her, and our gazes connected and stayed locked until it finally happened. I shouted, “Oh God, mom! Oh G-n-nnnh…!” and instinctively closed them. My hips reacted naturally, thrusting all the way in as a long, powerful squirt shot into the womb, and I felt a twitch going through mom’s thighs. Her hips moved unexpectedly and I felt warm shudders around me as another long spurt was suddenly fired into mom, a hard thrust sending it deep into the womb where the spermatozoa started rushing towards their lovely goal. I held mom tightly as the pulsating spurts kept shooting into her. Her legs were around me offering closeness, and the motions of her hips which accompanied the ejaculations felt comforting.
After the last, lingering thrusts had sent everything into mom, I finally pulled out. Afterwards I could only caress my mother’s hips and belly as we were hugging each other, sharing loving gazes and little kisses.
“Thanks for being my first, mom,” I said.
Mom lightly kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear: “Sleep well, darling. Tomorrow is a new day.”
I knew she was right. There were good things in the world, and I would find them eventually. With that in mind I could drift peacefully into blessed and angelic sleep.