sweetness. I then moved up, and just before I took a nipple into my mouth, said, “Will you cradle me, Mom?”
She moved her arms lovingly around my head and held me as I gingerly feasted on her breast. “You made Mommy cum so good, Jeremy. You’re such a good son. I love you.”
I sucked that one breast for over fifteen minutes, then I moved up and kissed her for another five. “Will you make me cum, Mom?”
“Lay down,” she said. I did. She placed her mouth around my swollen cock and slowly pumped me as she sucked it. I was hoping she would make love to me, but right now I wanted nothing more in this world than to have her doing precisely this. Surprisingly, I lasted all of fifteen minutes, and when I came it was another massive load, but Mom contained it, swallowed it, and told me that she really looked forward to tasting my cum.
I joined her downstairs and helped put away the rest of the groceries, then helped prepare dinner. I stopped, though, and had a seat at the kitchen table. “What’s wrong?” Mom asked.
“I can’t even look at you anymore without longing for you, Mom. It’s not lust; it’s longing. I literally ache to be with you, but I don’t want you to think I’m just after sex. You told me that there was nothing wrong with me falling in love with you. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I am. I just want to be with you, Mom, anyway I can.”
She smiled so sweetly at me, then she cradled my head to her belly. I wrapped my arms around her waist. I felt safe there. Secure. She squatted, took my face in her hands, and kissed me in that womanly way. “Jeremy, I told you from the beginning that there was no wrong way to approach this. If it is just about sex, that is fine. If we fall in love, that is fine also. If we choose to be together the rest of our lives, then it is a blessing for us both. I think you are showing great courage and maturity by sharing your feelings with me, and it makes me love you and adore you even more than I already do.” She stood and held out a hand to me. “Come on.”
I took her hand and followed as she led me to my room. She began to undress, so I did the same. She told me to lay on the bed. She reached for my flaccid cock as she moved in to kiss me. By the time she wrapped her hands around it, I was rock hard. She mounted my hips and slowly eased her pussy onto my cock. “Ohhh, Mom,” I whispered a moan.
She drove herself to the hilt, then leaned forward. She wrapped her arms around my neck, said, “Slowly thrust yourself into me,” then our lips met. We kissed the entire time we made love. I don’t know when it happened, but at some point I had given up complete control and she was now gingerly riding me. After twenty minutes of gentle labor, I tried to tell her I was about to cum, but she slid her tongue into my mouth. I came inside of her. She continued to ride me, even as I began weeping. She kissed my eyes, my nose, and my lips once again, then said, “You make such beautiful love to me, Jeremy, and nothing is more sacred and precious than you cumming inside of me.” We continued to kiss for about another ten minutes. “I love you, Jeremy.”