She was completely naked in front of me, legs open, dripping wet.
“I’m your boyfriend now.”
“I know.”
“I can fuck you whenever I want.” I said it with my fingers inside her.
“I know.” She pushed my hand in deeper.
“Show me how you want me,” I said.
And she took my fingers out of her and put them in her mouth. She spread her legs wider and reached down and unfastened my jeans and pulled them down just far enough for my cock and balls to spring out. Then she lay completely flat on her back, pulled her legs back and as wide as they could go, lifted her hips, and offered herself to me in missionary position.
All I had to do was lean down and guide myself into her. She was so wet I slid directly into full depth and just rocked her there, pressing the tip of my dick onto her womb.
I took it as slow as I could. I wasn’t trying to make her cum, I just never wanted it to end. But eventually i started stroking in and out of her, and then pounding deep in her, and with every downstroke she grunted and begged, “yes, yes, yes.”
I stopped several times to savor it, but then I could sense her legs were starting t tremble at being held up so long.
“I’m going to finish inside you. My cum is going to pour into your womb. I’m going to breed you. If not tonight, then any night, every night.”
“Please. Please cum inside your little girlfriend. Please fill me up.” She worked her hips with a renewed energy.
I couldn’t wait any more. It took less than a minute then, pounding her as hard as I could, and I came, deep in her, pumping into her, filling her pussy with cum.
When I grew limp and pulled out, I scooted around for her to lick me clean. She stayed on her back, her hips tilted up, so that no more of my cum would escape. When she was done cleaning me, I zipped my jeans back up and stood up beside the blanket, looking down at her. Her naked body shone wet and perfect.
Then I looked back at the campfire. Everyone was gone. But in silhouette from the firelight, I saw who I assumed must be the tattooed girl, sitting cross-legged in the grass, maybe thirty feet away.
I smiled for the girl’s sake, and for my mother’s. I gathered up my mother’s clothes into my backpack, along with the wine bottle and glass, and I wrapped the blanket around my naked mother and walked her home.
I kissed her under the awning. And I brought her inside and gave her a shower, and she gave one to me, and we climbed into our bed, damp and clean. I wrapped my arms around her and spooned her as before. And she fell asleep in my arms.