“Yes, ma’am,” I said sarcastically.
And when Lacey finally relaxed her vaginal muscles, I rammed my dick forward into her as hard and fast as I could, slamming the front of my pubic bone up against her bony butt.
And then I just stopped, as I was kneeling there motionless with my dick stuck all the say up into my little sister’s birth canal. I have to admit I was pissed at my little sister for acting the way that she had.
Part of me wanted to shove one of my fingers up Lacey’s little poop-chute, just to piss her off, and cause her some more pain. But I couldn’t do that to her, because I’m not really a mean person by nature.
As soon as my dick finally softened up, and fell out of Lacey’s vagina on its own, she abruptly got up out of the bed, and scurried down the hallway to her bedroom.
She was acting as if I had just forcibly raped her, or something; and now, she was finally able to escape and get away from me.
I moved over to sit down at the foot of the bed. And that’s when I shifted my attention to Mom, who was sitting in the chair at the foot of the bed, with her hand diddling away at her large clit.
“Bravo!” Mom said to me from across the room. “Excellent performance! But then, I would expect nothing less from a son of mine. So what do you want to do now? Do you want to have sex with me? Or do you want to go to bed? Or do you want to watch me masturbate? Or do you want us to watch some online porn videos together? Take your pick.”
“How about I watch you masturbate until I get another hard-on, and then we can fuck. But only as long as you promise me not to clamp down hard around my dick, like Lacey just did. Would that be okay with you?”
“You bet it would,” Mom said, chuckling a little, “But you’ve got to understand something, son. My ‘clamping down hard’ days are gone forever. My old, stretched-out vagina just won’t do that anymore, even if I wanted it to.”
Then Mom crossed the room to lie down on her back on top of the bed. She spread her legs apart, and that’s when I surprised her by diving head-first into her pussy, and eating her out.
I had never had my tongue and mouth on a woman’s pussy before. But I had seen my share of porn videos, and had managed to figure out what “eating pussy” was all about.
The pungent, fishy urine smell of Mom’s pussy was addictive to me. It seemed like I just couldn’t sniff enough of it for my liking. And I especially loved sucking away on that giant clit of hers. That was a real turn-on for me.
And all I could think about while I was licking and sucking Mom’s pussy was that this was the same pussy that had pushed me out and given me life 35 years ago. And I knew that this was also the same pussy that my father had to have licked and sucked throughout all those years of marriage to my mother. Needless to say, it didn’t take long for me to get another erection. And when I did, it was “watch out, Mom, here I come” time.
I crawled between Mom’s spread-apart thighs to mount her in a missionary position. Then I shoved my dick into my mother’s vagina in one smooth thrust, all the way up to the hilt.
That was very easy to do, because not only was Mom’s vagina really wet from her having been masturbating for such a long period of time, but her vagina was also noticeably looser around my dick than Lacey’s had been. But surprisingly, Mom’s older vagina actually felt much better to my dick than Lacey’s tight, young vagina had.
It was easy to tell that it had been five years since Mom’s vagina has hosted a man’s penis, because after I initially penetrated her, Mom kept saying things like, “Oh, God! That feels so fucking wonderful! I’ve missed this so much! I can’t believe it feels so fucking good! That’s it, Carl. Fuck me, you little motherfucker!”
And I thought about the fact that I really was a “motherfucker” now, in the literal sense of what that term really means.
I moved my dick-head all around deep inside my own mother’s vagina until I felt it press up against her cervix.
Mom must have felt it too, because she reacted by cumming. At least I assumed that what she was doing was orgasming, because she really didn’t show it outwardly. However, I could feel the muscles surrounding her vaginal opening, as they were repeatedly and rhythmically squeezing the base of my dick-shaft for a few seconds, but nowhere near as firmly as Lacey’s vaginal muscles had squeezed my dick-shaft.
“Did you just cum, Mom?” I finally asked her, just to check if my hunch was right.
“Yes, I did. But this one was only a mild orgasm. Keep doing what you’re doing. I can feel it, deep inside me. And it feels great!”
“Okay, but don’t you want me to thrust in and out?”
“I want you to fuck me in whatever way you want to, son. If you want to thrust, go right ahead and thrust. If not, then don’t. It’s your choice. I’m just here for the ride, at this point.
“You’re the one who’s in control now. If you need me to talk dirty to you, just let me know, and I’ll be more than happy to help you get your rocks off. If you need to suck my nipples while you fuck me, go ahead. There’s nothing stopping you.
“All I ask is that you don’t kiss me on the lips, okay? I’ll explain why later, if you want to know why.”
“Why not?” I asked defiantly, and then leaned over and gently kissed her on the lips while I was coupled up and fucking her. And she didn’t try to pull away from my kiss. Instead, she kissed me back.
Then she pulled away just long enough to say to me, in a very soft and almost angelic voice, “Damn it, Carl. I asked you not to do this.”
“You mean this?” I asked. Then I opened up my mouth, pressed it up against hers, and stuck my tongue inside her mouth. And she didn’t pull away from me. Instead, we both began exchanging tongues and saliva in one long passionate series of French-kissing, while I continued thrusting away steadily at Mom’s lovely vagina, until I finally pulled up and away from our long series of French-kissing. And I did that because I was just about ready to cum.
And when I did, I ejaculated my whole wad of sperm deep inside my own mother’s vagina, just like I had done earlier inside my sister’s tight vagina, except that this time, I was in what would later become my favorite sexual intercourse position: face-to-face, missionary style.
And while Mom and I were fucking, I could feel her bare, saggy tits rubbing up against my chest, and her legs spreading farther apart, and her hands around my hips, grabbing my butt cheeks to pull me deeper inside her. It’s was nothing less than awesome!
My mother was a true expert at fucking. But then that made perfect sense to me, because Mom had had plenty of practice fucking my father over many years, not to mention all those months when she was fucking Ben in front of Dad.
As I lay spent on top of my own mother, she lovingly said to me, “Do you want to just stay here and sleep with me all night? I really miss that, ever since your father’s death and all.”
“Of course, Mom. It would be my honor to keep you company tonight.”
“But listen to me,” Mom added. “If you get feeling horny again later tonight, I want you to get up out of this bed, go to your sister’s bedroom, and fuck the crap out of her, before you come back to bed with me. Okay?”