Fifteen minutes in, I grabbed onto her and flipped her. “Is this what you want?” I asked as I forced my cock back into her. “You want me to fuck the living daylights out of you?”
“Oh, fuck yes!” she growled. She dug her nails into my back as she pulled me down. I ran my cock in and out of her so fast that there was no way to calculate the RPMs. Then, she got tighter. Hotter. She screamed. I buried myself to the hilt, then fucked her silly even as she fought me. “NO! NO!” Mom cried as she clawed at me, but I didn’t listen. The only thought on my mind was that her pussy had never been hotter. Or tighter. I figured I must really be doing a number on her, so I doubled my efforts in ferocity. “Jeremy! You—”
I placed my mouth over hers and shoved my tongue down her throat. I felt her spasm. My cock felt like someone had tied a noose around it. I fucked her hard and fast, ensuring my cock reached depths never before attained. She continued to fight against me, then her protestations seemed to become more and more feeble. I pumped a few more times, then screamed into her mouth as I came. I slowed myself, stopped, but remained inside her. I pulled back, and with a smile on my face said, “Was that what you wanted, Mom?” I noticed then that she was weeping. Assuming they were tears of joy, I asked, “Damn. Was it that good for you?”
“You … You’re in my ass, Jeremy.”
“What?!?” I exclaimed as I looked down. I was. In the heat of the moment, I had slid from her pussy to her ass and didn’t even realize it. “Mom, I’m so sorry.” I pulled out of her immediately.
“Oh, Jeremy. It hurts,” Mom said as she continued to cry.
I began to cry as well. “Mom. I’m so, so sorry. Tell me what to do. Do you need to go to the hospital?”
“Just get me to my bathroom,” she said.
I did. I ran her some bath water, then asked, “Do you want me to stay in here with you?”
“No, Jeremy. I’ll be fine.” She forced a smile that even I didn’t believe was sincere.
I turned and went to my room. I showered, then went back downstairs to collect our clothing.
I had to help Mom from her tub. I saw blood draining down her leg. “Quick. Get the black hand towel from the linen closet.” I ran, making it back just as the blood had reached her ankle. I wiped upward, removing it from her person. “Kind of wedge it between my cheeks.” I did that, then helped her to her bed.
“Mom,” I said as the tears continued to fall from my eyes. “I’m so sorry. I … I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay, Jeremy. Really. I need to rest for a bit, so I need you to go into the kitchen and put that roast in the oven on 425 degrees. At four-thirty, peel six potatoes and quarter them, then six carrots and half them, and once you’ve added them, let the roast go until six. Okay?”
“Yeah. Sure Mom. Need me to bring you anything?”
“I just need to rest, Jeremy.” With that, she closed her eyes. I went to do what she asked of me.
I stayed away from her until I had added the potatoes and carrots to the roast. During that time, I picked up my phone about a dozen times to call Stephen, but for what? It wasn’t like he could do anything about it. I did call the hospital, though. When the operator answered, I asked to speak with a nurse about a private matter. I was put on hold, then “This is Nurse Robinson.”