Her eyes followed the now-white knob of my erection. They scanned the length of it. She swallowed and licked her lips.
I rose to my knees, waiting for some kind of sign from her. Anything. She looked at me and then faced forward, resting her chin on the pillow.
I crawled over her fanny, straddling her thighs.
Mom let out a light gasp.
I bent my erection down, nudging her cheeks apart, and settled the tip snugly against her anus. Her back rose and fell with each breath. She bent her face down and sank it into the pillow, and then I heard her scoop a breath and hold it.
Applying gentle pressure, her anus softened and permitted the knob to tuck itself snugly inside.
Mom hummed with strain.
I fed more into her. And more.
She panted as my girth stretched her to the limit.
On my knees, I could make no further progress inside of her. I collapsed forward, catching my weight with my hands and extending my legs beside hers. I lowered my body enough that I could kiss her softly on the back. I did this several times, planting gentle kisses on her hot skin.
I didn’t want to put my weight on her. I didn’t want to hurt her sunburn, and I could tell from her tentative allowance of my kisses, that she was alert to this danger.
Keeping my body from hers, I went to my elbows and knees. The angle and leverage were good for my hips. I urged my penis deeper, feeling its steady passage through the tight little puncture. Every fraction gained seemed to achieve a new height of pleasure.
When my lower belly felt the warm, slick ointment on her bottom, I held there, trying to sense her response. Mom continued to struggle and pant, but no differently than before. I fed my erection further into her. My pelvis began to squash into her fanny. Again, I paused, watching and listening to her.
She struggled through three quick breaths and then uttered a high-pitched moan. I drove my penis the rest of the way in one steady push. Mom cried out. I closed my eyes at the perfect satisfaction her body was giving mine.
I kissed her back, saying, “It’s in–all the way.”
She nodded, panting.
I decided to wait, to let her grow accustomed to my size and length. I whispered things to her. I told her how good it felt to be joined with her body. I thanked her for letting me mate with her anally. I let her know that she wasn’t a bad girl. She was a very good girl, I said.
She heard each utterance and made little whimpers, never saying a word, but her breathing grew more relaxed.
I searched her back for a place to kiss her again, someplace new. Moving to the side of her ribcage, I saw the fat, protruding flesh of one of Mom’s breasts ballooning out from where her body met the mattress. Still supporting my weight with my elbows, it was easy for me to slide my hands under her chest and take her breasts into my hands.
Mom gasped. It was a young, girlish sound–one that I couldn’t interpret. Had it been delighted surprise or shocked violation? I didn’t see how holding her breasts would in her mind constitute an offense where my erection in her anus was permitted.
It was difficult to form words as the sensation of her hefty breasts filled my hands and my mind. Even so, I found a way. I told her that her breasts felt wonderful, and I asked if I might hold them while I mated with her.
She nodded, moaning sweetly.
I squeezed them, and then I slowly drew my hips back. When the ridge on the tip of my penis felt the strangling grip of her circular muscle, I drove back into her. In and out.
I kissed the little valley of her spine. I let her know how good it felt. I told her that I knew it was not like a gentleman to mate like this with a woman, but that I needed this. She was too beautiful not to. She was such a good girl for letting me.
Mom nodded, acknowledging my sentiments with a gasp here, a whimper there.
I felt the warmth of an approaching climax sweep through my body. The sensation invited me to strengthen its power by going faster, deeper, and harder. Mom cried out.
Chuffing air like a locomotive, I let her know what I felt coming on. I groaned, “I’m going to ejaculate, Mom. Inside, I want to. Tell me I can.”
Mom absorbed my thrusts with grunts. When she cried her first words since it all began– “You–you may!”–I lost all control.
I couldn’t move my hips. I felt paralyzed with ecstasy. My penis throbbed inside of her. Mom felt it happening; she moaned encouragement to me. I grunted as my penis deposited jet after jet of ejaculate deep inside of her body.
The previous time, I had needed to see it happen, watch the sperm enter into her body. This, being joined with her throughout, was far better.
The last spasms were so strong as to make me clutch Mom’s breasts desperately as if my hold on them was a lifeline. My erection throbbed one last time. Mom emitted a drawn-out, groaning sigh. Her body seemed to go limp underneath me.
I fought the urge to crumple on top of her. Releasing her breasts, I pushed myself to my knees, once again straddling her thighs. I spread her fanny apart and drew my penis free, watching Mom’s anus twitch momentarily. When it sealed shut, I stroked myself one time, coaxing a fat drop of semen from the tip.
Gathering my breath in heaving gasps, I watched the thick bead of sperm sag, fatten, and then fall. It landed on the outer edge of Mom’s anus. A gossamer thread of semen remained, connecting my body to hers. At length, it snapped, and I toppled onto the bed beside Mom’s weary body.
She turned to me, and when our eyes met, she reached out. Taking my hand in hers, she told me what I had done had helped her, and then she sighed deeply–contentedly.
Ten minutes later, I rose and began to climb off the bed. I told Mom I was going to prepare supper.
“Wait,” Mom said. “Can you help me to the bathroom, please?”
I helped her up, careful not to look at her body. She held my shoulders and walked gingerly behind me, moaning about all of the semen inside of her. I closed the door as she sat down.
Downstairs, I unloaded the dishwasher and made us grilled cheese sandwiches for supper. Back upstairs, I switched out laundry, folding and putting away the items that came out of the dryer.
Mom called for me, and I escorted her back to bed, covering her up with the sheet. She smiled shyly and thanked me. I kissed her cheek and told her about the meal I had prepared.
By eight in the evening, we were both sated and comfortable. After clearing the dishes, I came back upstairs and asked Mom if she wanted me to read to her. She did.
Mom listened, but she was clearly uncomfortable. When I stopped and asked if it was her sunburn, she shook her head. She said, “I’m so tired of being on my tummy. Do you think you can help me try to lay on my side?”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded.
Putting the book down, I came around beside her and very carefully rolled her on her right side. I tucked the pillow under her head, but she struggled to get settled. I got her another one, stacking the two.
She tried them out and decided, “No, these pillows are too soft.”
I scanned the room for something else.