“Aaaaah! Mom!” he said. As good as it must have felt, he halted the activity by pulling me up. He kissed with his mouth the mouth that still had precum coating it.
I felt his hands at my panties and then was aware they had cleared my thighs and were on the floor.
A naked mother and son embraced for a few moments in a ferocious kiss.
“Mom, I can’t wait to make love to you. This is my first time.”
It hadn’t dawned on me. Ronny had some casual girlfriends in the past and I had given him the sex talk and everything. Other than that I had steered clear of peering over his wall of privacy and into his love life.
“You’re a VIRGIN!” This added a new wrinkle to things. A wrinkle that gave me pause. “Ronny I shouldn’t—”
He put his finger to my lips, silencing me. “Mom, I know what you’re thinking. But, I want you to be the first. I want you to be the one. That’s the only way I want it, and I want to look back and know it was you, and it was today.”
He tore the covers down to the bottom of the bed and gently pushed me onto it. I scooted to the center, and he followed.
“Ronny, do you really want your mother to—”
He pushed me onto my back and trailed kisses down my abdomen, down past my navel, down to the top of my pubic hair. He shifted his position until his face parted my thighs. A swish of his tongue opened my furrow.
“AAAHHH! Oh, Ronny.”
He spent only a few moments before he crawled up and kissed my face. “Mom, I love you.”
“Ronny, are you sure, darling?”
He didn’t tell me he was sure, he showed me. He took hold of my legs and spread them wide before positioning himself squarely at my pussy.
“Ronny, Mommy loves you.” I was about to take my son’s virginity.
It happened in slow motion. Ronny fitted his thick cock to my entrance and with one long, slow, excruciatingly pleasurable stroke, entered his mother’s vagina. He didn’t stop until our pubic hair meshed together like velcro.
“AAAAAAAHHHHH!” I wailed. I had never been so filled.
Another barrier had been shattered: mother and son were joined as closely and securely as any two people could be.
“Mom, you’re so tight!” he whispered into my ear.
“It’s because you’re so big!” I thought it was also because my pussy hadn’t been used in a normal fashion in years. Greg’s injuries made that an impossibility. “Do it, Ronny. Fuck your mother!”
He was a good boy, and obeyed. He withdrew slowly and returned to the depths of his mom. His speed increased, but never became that mindless pistoning that has no regard for his partner. Ronny was aware of every stroke of his hips and cock. And so was I.
My body had been gradually awakening for the past day. Now it was becoming hypersensitive with heightened desire and feeling. All that I had been holding back tore at the walls I had built.
What had nobly started as a mission to have a baby was temporarily submerged in a raw lust and a march toward fulfillment.
My hips vibrated with a life of their own. I met each thrust of my son with an upturning of my pelvis to allow even greater penetration. At times I lifted us both from the bed as I braced my feet flat on the bed and ground upward.