“Would 1:00 o’clock tomorrow be okay?” I heard Sofia’s soft, timid voice ask Mom. It sounded like they were both standing right outside my closed bedroom door.
“Of course, Sofia. I’m sure that would be just fine. Do you feel like Carl managed to get you pregnant today?”
“I don’t know, Janie. But I’m pretty sure I’m ovulating, because I’m still so horny I can barely stand it!”
Both women laughed for a moment a Sofia’s comment.
“I know exactly what you mean, my dear. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow… So don’t give up hope, okay? And have a great evening, my dear friend!” Mom said to her, and then I heard Sofia’s footsteps going down the stairs to the front door.
“Oh, Jenny!” I heard Mom call out. It seemed like Jenny was still in Mom’s bedroom. “I haven’t got all day. Get you fucking clothes on! And call that older brother of yours, so that he can come pick you up.”
“I can’t do that,” Jenny protested, with her voice sounding very emotionally shaky. “Not after how Greg left here. Would you please give me a ride home? By the way, what’s wrong with Carl? Where’s he at? Doesn’t he want to see me anymore?”
“Of course he does, my dear. But he’s had enough of you for today. You may view Carl as being your boyfriend, but I guarantee you that he doesn’t feel the same way about you.
“Oh sure, my son likes you and thinks you’re cute, and all that. But he mainly views you as being a young and attractive piece of ass, which is something we rarely get around these parts.
“And if you’re okay with that, then I’m sure that Carl would love you to come over to our house again tomorrow, so that he can ‘inseminate’ that awesome little ‘jenny’ of yours again. Capiche?”
“I’ll come. But only if Carl comes by the Wendy’s where I work, and picks me up himself to bring me over here. I get off work at 5:00 o’clock tomorrow.
“Oh yeah. I almost forgot. Can I bring my mother over with me. She’s cool with the idea of me and her having sex with you guys, if you guys are okay with it. And she’s really good-looking for an older woman.”
And I heard Mom reply, “It can’t hurt to have another middle-age pussy in my bed, now can it?”
“No, ma’am. It certainly cannot,” Jenny agreed.
And I heard both women walking down the stairs, still chatting away, as they made their way out the front door, and out into Mom’s car.
Mom returned to the house by herself about 40 minutes later, and came up to my bedroom. She lightly knocked on the bedroom door, and said to me, “The coast is finally clear. It’s just little ol’ me, son.”
I opened the bedroom door, and Mom barged into the room, reached across into my crotch, and grabbed hold of my bare dick. I was still buck-naked. Then she dropped down on her knees and began giving me a blowjob.
“I thought we were going to take a shower first,” I said to her as she was squeezing the shaft of my dick and sucking away on the head of it at the same time.
Mom pulled her mouth up off of my dick-head just long enough to tell me, “We are. But we’re going to do it after we fuck first. That’s okay with you, isn’t it?”
“Oh heck yes! So where do you want to fuck at?”
“How about the front yard. Sam and I used to got out there in the early evening, after the sun had set, but before it had gotten completely dark outside. And I’d hike up my skirt and pull my panties over to one side, and your father would unzip his fly and pull his dick out. And we’d have a quickie doggie-style while we were hiding behind that big bush at the corner of the house.
“Then, we’d come back inside the house, take a nice long shower, and end up fucking our brains out throughout the night.”
“But aren’t you afraid someone might catch us in the act?”
“Sure. But that’s the huge turn-on of it all,” Mom said, and then went back to giving me a blowjob for a few more moments, before she pulled her mouth up off my dick-head and said to me, “On second thought, fuck it! I’m so horny right now, why don’t you just go ahead and fuck me right here in your bed?”
Mom unbuttoned the front of her housecoat, pulled it off and threw it on the floor, before she plopped herself down on her back on top of my bed, and spread her legs apart while welcoming me with her open arms.
“Mom, you’re one horny old bitch! That’s all I can say,” I told Mom as I climbed into bed with her, kneeling between her legs to mount her in her favorite missionary-style position.
And as my fully-erect dick easily slid up into her slick already-creampied vagina, Mom said to me, “Well, you’re one horny young bastard! So I guess we’re prefect for each other.”
We both laughed at Mom’s humorous statement, and I could feel the muscles in her vaginal walls automatically responding to the larger muscles in her low abdomen, as her vagina was jittering all around and unintentionally vibrating against and caressing my penis during her hearty laughter.
I was just lying there very still, just enjoying the feeling of her vagina around my fully-inserted penis, when Mom finally said to me, “What are you waiting for? Start thrusting already. I need another wad of your wonderful man-seed in my pussy. How else are you going to get this little whore pregnant?”
And course, I realized that Mom of alluding to the fact that she was actively pretending that she was fertile and ovulating, and that she was young enough where hadn’t reached menopause yet. And as I began thrusting my dick inside her vagina, I automatically found myself pretending the same thing.
When I finally rammed the head of my dick up against her cervix one last time, and just held it there for what I knew was going be my imminent sperm-release. And I don’t know what got into me, but I barked out at my mother, “Take this, you fucking whore! I hope you get pregnant!”
And as my sperm began squirting right up against Mom’s cervix, she unexpectedly yelled out, “Me too!” and then began orgasming her butt off underneath me, cussing like a drunken sailor and screaming out loudly during her strong orgasm, which is something that Mom rarely ever does during her orgasms.
Usually, I can barely tell when Mom is orgasming–even when she’s experiencing a strong orgasm–other than the fact that during a stronger orgasm, she is capable of squirting or gushing to ejaculate her sexual fluids.
And ejaculating her sexual fluids was exactly what Mom was in the process doing right now. It felt like she was “peeing” all over my dick and my balls–but of course, I realized that it wasn’t urine–and she was creating a substantial puddle on my bed sheets between her legs.
As her orgasm was dying off, I asked her, “Gosh, Mom, what made you cum so hard just now?”
“You did, son. You should be proud of yourself.”
“But I didn’t really do anything different.”
“Oh yes, you did. You just don’t realize it yet. And what you did made all the difference in the world to me!” Mom said cryptically.
“Oh, yeah? What exactly did I do?”
“You took total control of our intercourse this time, and you had your way with me. You even called me a whore, and you pinned me down on the bed with your body, while you used the firm head of your dick to physically force me to take your sperm directly into the neck of my womb–even if I didn’t want you to. I knew that there was no way that you were going to let me pull myself up off of your ejaculating penis, before you were completely finished with fertilizing my cervix.