“That’s it, Mom!” Ronny said. I don’t know what he thought of the woman writhing and bucking beneath him. Surely he never dreamed his mother could ever act like this.
“I can’t believe it! So good! So good!” I gasped.
Obviously Ronny couldn’t believe it either. At one point he said in complete wonder, “Mom! I’m fucking you!”
I lifted my legs and crossed my feet around Ronny. With all my might I squeezed my pussy up to his invading cock. It gave more penetration, but also ground against my clitoris in a completely new and better way. It sent me over that final edge:
“AAAGGGHH! I’M CUMMING! GREG! I’M CUMMING!
My body convulsed in spasms for about thirty seconds. I felt my pussy clench. Now it was Ronny’s turn:
“MOM! AHHH! MOM!” he yelled.
And my eyes flew open to see my son’s contorted face. I realized this was the moment that last barrier between two human beings had been crossed. Ronny’s sperm cells gushed into my body. What had been deep inside him was now deep inside of me, questing and hunting for my own cell, my egg.
We had mated. Mother and son had mated.
He collapsed on top of me. Two bodies covered in sweat and fighting for breath after a long struggle to fulfill the most ancient and basic instinct we possess: to procreate.
In the march to that fulfillment, Ronny had brought me to the most intense orgasm of my life. Never had I even imagined something like that would be possible. I wondered if it had been as good for my son.
“Mom, I never in my life came so much!”
That answered that question.
Ronny finally dragged his deflating cock out of his mother’s cum-soaked pussy. We rested in each other’s arms for a long while, sometimes as man and woman, and other time like mother and son. It was the most beautiful experience I had ever had with him. Time had stopped in one perfect moment together.
“Do you think it worked?” he finally asked.
“We’ll have to see, won’t we? You certainly did your part, Ronny. I didn’t think you would ever stop. I’ve never been so full of sperm in my life. So you gave it a good chance of working. Better than I could have ever dreamed.”
“I’m glad I made you cum too, Mom. I didn’t know—”
“I thought I could, but you left no question. I’m going to be honest with you. That was the best I’ve ever felt. The absolute best.”
“You called out Dad’s name, yanno.” His voice was quiet.
I thought back, and to my horror, I now remembered saying “Greg” instead of “Ronny” when I orgasmed.
“Ronny, darling, sweetheart—I’m so sorry. It was just a mindless reflex. Your father is the only one who’s got me to that level, and some crazy part of my mind just went on autopilot and—”
“Shhh! Mom.” He silenced my lips with his own. “I’m kinda glad because that brings Dad into this too, which is why we did it, I guess.”
“Something wrong?”
“Mom, I just want to say that even if it didn’t work, I’m glad we made love. It felt not just good, but it felt right the whole time and I’ll always remember this as one of the best days of my life.”
I hadn’t assessed my own feelings yet about having been soundly fucked by my own son and filled to the seams with his hot, sticky, potent cum. But, I strangely felt OK with it too.