“Motherfucker” she grunted softly.
I watched in wonder as her eyes slowly rolled back, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream as all that came out was this insane gurgling noise. I’ve seen a lot of women orgasm in the last few months. This wasn’t cumming, this was fucking exploding.
Her ass rose off the table, driving me so deep I swore I was going to hit her cervix. Her entire body heaved and then went rigid, as hot juices sprayed out from between our compressed bodies, washing my cock and balls in her. Holy fuck, I thought, mom is a squirter.
I damn near lost it as liquid heat enveloped my cock. Her silky walls rippled around me as she quivered and shook under me. It took every ounce of focus I could muster out of my ADD brain to not unload in her right then.
I knelt there on the table and held her hips as she roared through her orgasm. When I felt her body start to relax I slid my hands down to her legs. Lifted her legs letting my oil coated hands glide along her toned thighs. My old man had to be plain stupid to let this fox go hungry, I thought.
With her trim ankles now resting on my shoulders, I leaned forward and gripped the sides of the massage table. I bent her forward until her knees mashed against her full breasts.
“Hang on mom, here we go” I whispered softly.
“Nnnngggggggggggggg” she gave a guttural moan as my cock slid back, dragging every inch over her clit.
I started slower, but every few strokes picked up speed and strength. After almost ten minutes I was hammering her so hard and deep I thought the table would start bouncing. I could hear the wet sucking noises and feel the river of cream that flowed out of her. Every time my hips drove down my balls slapped against her ass, sending tingles through my groin.
By this time mom was a sweating mass of orgasmic flesh. Her nipples stood out like two eraser tips, her hair was matted to her forehead, her eyes were glassed over; and all I heard was moaning and gurgling as fluids ran out of her like a river.
I was mounting, getting closer and closer. The thought of pulling out crossed my mind, and I dismissed it. If she was like every other mature woman I had met in this room, cumming inside her was the only answer, so I just doubled down.
“Awwww fuck” I groaned as I felt my nuts tighten.
“Yes…oh God yes” she moaned.
“I’m going to cum in you” I grunted.
“Cum…in me” mom moaned back.
“I’m going to fill you” I warned her.
“Fill me” she echoed back without hesitation.
“Cummminnggggggggggggggggggg” I groaned as I rammed down hard into her.
I felt my cock lurch inside her as the first blast of hot seed spewed in to wash her walls. Her mouth opened and I was a bit worried about just how sound proof we were. But all that came out was a soft whimper.
“Oh my gaawwwdddddddddddddd” she mewled.
Her body heaved under me as the second blast fired into her tight channel. Once again I felt hot cream splatter across my lower belly and drip down t my balls. Her nails dug into my biceps as her body quivered, I ground my hips tighter mashing my pelvis against her throbbing clit as I gave a third and final spurt.
Her body literally went limp under me as her orgasm shredded through her. I watched as she quivered and shook from the waves. She lay sprawled across the table her upper body coated in sweat and oil; her pelvis and thighs smeared with our mixed juices. As I slid free with an obscene sucking noise, at first I was worried she had passed out.
“Holy…shit…so…good” she softly murmured, letting me know she was all right.
I gathered my shorts and shirt and quickly slipped from the room. It only took a few minutes to dress, but I gave the usual ten or so minutes before I returned to the small room. She was dressed and gone. There was no note and no money this time, but it really didn’t matter. That had been the hottest fuck of my life, and if it never repeated it was one for the memory books.
Living on my own now I didn’t always have contact with the folks. It could be days and we never communicate. Over the next week or so I heard from dad a couple times, once about the car and once I don’t even remember.
Mom didn’t call or text; it was as if it never happened. But the wank memories I had told me different. I wondered how she felt, but figured when she wanted to talk about it she would. Except she didn’t talk, she acted.
I checked my massage schedule for Wednesday and noticed the names. The last one listed was Trisha. Now this is a pretty good sized city, so really it could have been any Trisha, but still I wondered. And if it was her, why was she back?
It was her, and she wasn’t in the mood to talk. I had barely walked into the massage room, there she was laying out on her back totally nude. I’ll tell you this, you can see a lot of women nude, but seeing your mother puts a different spin on it. I went from soft to hard like a drag racer going down the strip.
I made two steps to the counter where the oil was, when her voice stopped me.
“Eat me” she husked.
“What?” I stopped dumb founded.
“It’s been forever…I want you to eat me” she stared at me.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked as I moved towards the table.
Her legs slowly slid apart, until she dangled them off the sides. There was no missing the wet spot on the towel under her, or the scent of her sex as it filled the air.
“Is that sure enough” she rasped.
“Enough for me” I grinned as I lay across the foot of the table between her spread thighs.
“Good, now get to work” she commanded. Her hand reached down and fingers tangled in my hair. “Eat your mothers cunt” she moaned as she pulled my head down.
I opened my mouth and it was immediately filled by her soaked pussy as she ground her hips up into my face. Juices smeared across my chin as mom gave a guttural moan.
“Yessssss….so wrong…I need this baby” she moaned. “Best fucking…I need…shit yes right there…” her pelvis bounced as my tongue slid across her pulsing clit.
I slurped at that fountain as cream covered my face and dripped from my chin. She released my head and clawed at the sheet covering the table as I sucked her throbbing clit into my mouth.
“Oh God…don’t stop…here it comes…” I heard her moan.
Stop, I had every intention of giving my mother exactly what she needed. I slid my hand up her smooth thigh and waited. Just as I felt her inner thighs begin to quiver against my cheeks, I rammed two fingers straight up her sucking hole.
“AAAaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….cummminnnggggggggggggggg” mom keened as her ass rose from the table.
Hot cream splashed out n a geyser washing my face as she squirted her hot cream. I tried to drink as much as I could but t was like trying to pull a running faucet into your mouth as she vibrated through her orgasm.
As her ass lowered back to the table I pulled my face free. I stood at the foot of the massage table, leaned down and slid my hands under her hips and slid her to me. When her ass hit the edge of the table I looked down, my throbbing cock pointed straight at her. There was no point in talking, I just rammed my hips forward and drove every inch I had straight up her.