My gosh, I realized, the whole area–her entire groin–was soft and elastic. She was my opposite. Beyond this realization lay the knowledge that her special place perfectly embraced my finger in luxuriant tautness. I rocked my finger back and forth inside of her, concentrating so hard on the sensation that I was no longer using my mouth.
What I felt was not possible. It wasn’t. How–How!–could it be like this? I wondered. From the first, my thoughts instantly went to how this might feel on my penis. Not for long because I knew. I knew it was exactly what I needed. I never understood what it was I yearned for until I felt it, then, there.
I extricated myself from underneath Mom and rose behind her.
“Oh, no,” she whimpered.
Her words pulled me out of a spell. I hesitated, saying, “I’m not–. I’m just–.”
Mom pushed herself to her hands and spun her head as far as it could to see me. Those luscious piles of blonde hair cast about her face, shoulder, and back in lovely disarray. Her face glowed with a thin layer of perspiration. Her eyebrows hung high, pinched together in trepidation. Mom’s blue eyes were big and alert. Her lower lip hung open. She licked her lips and watched me fearfully.
I grabbed my erection and inched closer on my knees.
Before me lay a feast of female sensuality. Mom’s height masked much of her weight, but there were signs–two tiny clefts where bone pinched against fat at her hips. Yet, her waist narrowed sublimely; no surprise that she was a model. Despite being directly behind her, the girth of her heavy breasts was visible on the sides of her ribcage. The shapeliness of her bottom was worthy of the most egregious and flagrant of curse words. Two heavenly globes of flesh, squeezed together and sparsely marked by cellulite. So big and curvy that, from my vantage, her special place could not be seen.
The knob of my erection disappeared beneath her fanny, not yet touching her secret, but close. I muttered, “Just want to touch you with it.”
I believed that. I truly did.
My penis alighted on her woman’s secret. The suppleness of her body, in harmony with her warm, slick fluids, permitted entry–encouraged it, really–despite my intentions. I planned on brushing the tip up and down along her slit a few times. What actually happened was the knob immediately sank inside of her.
Mom’s eyes went wide with shock. Her jaw gaped.
I could not stop the blissful groan that escaped me. Our eyes met. “Mom–!” I started, unable to finish.
“Oh, no!” she cried out, seeing my astonishment and exhilaration.
“I can’t–. It’s too–.” Without completing either thought, I pulled on her waist. Ploddingly, my erection harbored in her special place.
While my mind reeled at the wonder of it, I heard Mom’s desperate voice. Huffing for air, she stammeringly declared that I was mating with her. Whether it was a complaint or a simple announcement was unclear. Next, as if her initial statement hadn’t already made it obvious, she gasped, telling me that my penis was inside her woman’s secret.
I drew back and hilted my erection again. The sensation wrecked my mind.
“Oh!” she cried as I armed my hips and drove into her again. “Your penis!”
If I hadn’t already ejaculated three times over the previous days, I knew that I would be climaxing that very moment. I could not have lasted. As it was, I felt grateful to be able to continue.
“Your penis!” she hollered again, only this time there was less urgency, more acquiescence and satisfaction. She turned forward, head high, and let me continue. Never pushing back, never gyrating, she submitted to my thrusts, expressing her pleasure in high, airy moans.
The one and only disturbance–like a lone dark cloud in an otherwise clear sky–was her sunburn. The supple, yielding elasticity of her body and the unfulfillable longing of her soft moans invited deep, mighty thrusts. I wanted to mash our bodies together forcibly, but I knew I couldn’t without hurting her.
Even so, her body charged mine with rippling vigor and acute pleasure. Releasing her waist, I clutched my head as if to contain it all, to keep my brain from shattering while I drove into her. A low groan escaped me. It was too much, too fast, and too good. My hips responded by slowing.
“Mom–.”
In desperation, she cut me off, urging, “Don’t stop, sugar! Please!”
Her voice triggered me like a starter’s pistol. Immediately, my hips reloaded and fired. Mom cried out. In seconds, I found a deep, energetic rhythm. Everything inside me sparked into a blaze.
Mom hollered her ecstasy. I watched her breasts rock, absorbing the power of each thrust. She arched her lower back sharply down, and her fanny grew before me. The cleft sprang upward. The outer curves widened. The bulbous halves drew apart. I could see her tiny pink anus throbbing. Just under it, I saw the proof of our coupling. There, beneath me, was my erection, glistening with her fluids and driving into her.
I groaned the words. “Mom, your special place–.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “My secret!”
I could not hold back what was coming. I told her what was about to happen.
Whether it was those words or it was just time, Mom issued a long moan that spanned my next several thrusts. Her body tightened everywhere. Deep inside, her body tugged my penis–squeezed and coaxed at it. It froze me there, fully immersed.
I was ejaculating. The contractions made my body convulse against her. I sucked in a breath and held it, relishing in the firestorm of ecstasy.
Mom felt my semen besiege her special place. She bayed exhaustedly.
It ended, and I groaned as I let out that breath. I didn’t pull out. The storm in my body abated, leaving me tranquil and spent.
Head sunken, back undulating, Mom wheezed before me.
There were no words, I realized. Nothing could describe what I felt. I huffed, “I never meant to–. I couldn’t stop it was so good.”
She hummed a high note, acknowledging my words.
I pulled out of her. Easing down, she rested on her tummy with a sigh. When I lay beside her, she turned to face me. We recovered in silence for the next few minutes.
The next time I looked her way, she seemed exhausted, but she searched my face in a way I had seen many times before. She was concerned. The unease of her expression made me second-guess myself, my actions. Had I broken something–something fundamental–in our relationship?
Her voice interrupted my thoughts. “You’re a man now,” she said.
I opened my mouth and found I had no reply.
“Not just because you’ve mated with a woman,” she explained, “but from Saturday morning, too, when you refused my wishes and asserted yourself over me.” Sighing, she continued, “I knew the day would come; I just didn’t expect it so soon. And I never could have imagined this.” She made a circle with her finger, indicating the bed–the mating.
I nodded and reached out to her, and she gave me her hand. “How is your back?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Fine,” she said. “Well–not fine. Still painful and itchy, but slowly getting better.”
“Can I–?”
“No, sugar. Not now. Please listen.”
I waited.