“I do,” I said.
I hugged her and held her in my arms for what seemed like hours in that park. As the sun started to set, though, we decided it was time to head back to our suite. When we got back to the suite, I asked mom if she wanted to go get dinner or order room service. Emotionally drained, she politely declined and said she was going to turn in early.
Confused by my feelings, I decided to go down to the hotel bar for a drink. I sat staring at my beer for an hour, thinking about all that had happened and all that she had said. I knew I loved her, but starting a family together and spending the rest of my life with my mother? It all seemed so far-fetched and crazy. I had never felt so conflicted in my life.
When I returned to the suite, it was deathly quiet. I walked to my mother’s room and knocked on the door lightly.
“Lisa,” I whispered. “Are you awake?”
Mom turned over and looked at me, obviously not having been able to sleep. As I walked closer, I could see she was crying.
“Please don’t cry,” I whispered, wiping a tear from her eye. “You know I love you too, right?”
She nodded and feigned a smile. I leaned in and kissed her lips softly. The moment our lips met, I felt as though everything was clear. I leaned in and kissed her again, this time a little more deeply. She could feel there was more to that kiss and kissed me back.
I lay down next to her and continued to kiss her lovingly. After a minute, my mother reached down and pulled my shirt up over my head. Within moments, we had stripped one another of every last piece of clothing and were rolling on the bed skin against skin.
I kissed my way down her neck and took her nipple in my mouth. At the same time, my hand moved between her legs to feel that her smooth pussy was already soaking wet. In one swift motion, I moved myself between her legs and spread them with my knees. I looked at her with love in my eyes and kissed her deeply.
“I’ll grab a condom,” she said, reaching to pull open the nightstand drawer. I grabbed her hand and pulled it back between us.
“Not tonight,” I whispered. “Not ever again.”
When she heard the words, her eyes brightened. She smiled and pulled me to her for a deep kiss. It was almost hard to breath, we were so entwined.
Her legs spread further apart, begging for my cock to find its home. It didn’t take me long to find a warm, wet pussy waiting to be filled.
As the tip of my member touched her entrance, she immediately pushed her hips up to meet me. By this time, my mom’s pussy was used to taking me in fully, and I slid in easily. I felt her pussy walls grip my entire length as I entered her. She was going to grip me as best she could for as long as she could.
Over the course of the past few days, we had fucked plenty of times. We had even made love. But the feeling of making love for the purpose of making a baby was something I could hardly fathom. As I looked down at my lover, I realized what all the fuss was about. This love thing was powerful.
I was moving with purpose into her waiting warmth, when all of the sudden she rolled over on top of me and began riding me. I liked how she took over, and I sensed it was because her being on top put her in control, making it harder for me to have second thoughts. As she rode my throbbing cock, my mom pulled my hands up to her breasts, squeezing them with me. I pinched her nipples while she intensely moved on top of me, her moans filling the room.