“Are you alright mom? I’m really sorry.” I said at the door.
She jumped at the sound of my voice. “Danny get out!”
“I just wanted to know if you’re okay.”
“God Danny, I’m fine.” She said, incredulous, a trace of anger in her tone now. “Would you please put that thing away.” By that she meant the cock that was still hanging out of my boxers. I quickly adjusted myself and went out.
I paced around the room filled with my own thoughts. After a while mom came out, neat and composed, and ushered me back to bed. I had the impression she wasn’t wearing her panties–well, they were dirty of cum after all. When we were once again settled she spoke. “Danny, you can never tell anyone about this, do you understand?”
“Yeah mom, I promise.”
“What happens here has to stay here.”
“I understand.”
“No Danny, what happens here stays here,” she said again, turning to look at me.
At first I was confused, and then it hit me almost too incredibly. “You mean to say…?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Hearing her say that one word, with the unwavering look she was giving me, made my heart pound.
“Okay,” I said rather dumbly.
“Hurry up before I change my mind.”
I don’t know what prompted the sudden change of attitude, my guess is that the heat of our recent contact still remained in her body–because it certainly remained in mine. But something told me she was still indecisive. Anyway, I asked no further questions. I’d be a fool to pass this opportunity. With uncertain hands, I slid my boxers down and tossed my t-shirt somewhere. I was kind of waiting for her to say something, but she didn’t, so nervously I moved between her legs, which, to my pleasant surprise, she willingly spread for me.
“Get this off,” mom said struggling with her shirt.
Together we removed it and looked at each other. My heart was in my throat now, as I took in the wonderful sight before me. I was a little reluctant and intimidated in the presence of my mother’s body, after all, no son should be seeing it this way. As I was scanning over every inch of it, I come upon her eyes staring into mine, then I knew that the time was now. I mounted her and she reached down between us and took hold of my dick, the hardness of which was almost steel-like. A gasp escaped me the moment her hand came in contact with my cock. She lightly stroked it for a brief second before guiding it to her entrance.
“Now forward, Danny. Push forward.”
I did as instructed. We both let out a sigh of pleasure when our pubic bones met.
“Remember,” mom breathed out. “Not a word to anyone.”
I nodded. “What happens here stays here.”
“Good boy.”
I savored the foreign sensation first, feeling the warmth and wetness that enveloped me, and the contractions gripping around me. Then I started to stroke in and out.
“That’s it baby,” mom whispered, her hands starting to roam and caress my body.
Eventually a nice slow rhythm was established. While I was fucking her she had her eyes closed and kept moaning, “Yes, that’s it. Fuck me. Oh God…”
We were so close I could feel her breath on me. I asked, like the naive school boy that I was, “Can I kiss you?” Mom must have thought it a silly thing to ask given the position we already shared, because she let out a quick laugh then without a word pulled my head toward hers. Our first kiss was magical, it brought my arousal into new heights. When her tongue darted and met mine it sparked a fire in me that would be hard to put out. I began to pump with purpose.
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