If we had any time to worry about such trivial things in our mania, if we had not been so intent on our passion, so focused on the intense feelings that flood our entire beings; the whole image of the shaking bed from the over the top screwing might have been funny. But the time had arrived for our enthusiastic union to be infused with the full force of our galloping gonads going at it. Mom made a strong grab at my ass and like she was holding me from falling back down the high cliff, pulled me to her as she hooked her heels around the back of my legs and pressed her hips hard to my groin. She had an orgasm of profound power. This triggered my lock-in-and-fire mode, I thrust as hard as I could, as my own genitals finished their jousting and ejaculated several jolts of jism.
Even as we lay gasping in the aftermath, my penis made short slow moves in mom Danni’s vagina and was on the road to reviving. Soon the tumescence was being renewed and our energy got a second-wind. At this point mom Danni had ideas of her own for the next phase of our coupling. Once having given into her incestuous urges, she was now the leading lady of engaging in sinful high-jinks. She had me move off her and she turned around so that she was facing the head board on her knees. She looked over her shoulder and explained, “I once saw this in a rented porno tape with your dad, but by the time the scene came on he was too tuckered out to try fucking this way. The next week I found out about him and Susie and we never did it, and I haven’t ever had a partner athletic enough until now to service me this way.”
With some hand gestures and a series of instructions, this is how we began our next intercourse, it was a real lesson. She put her hands up against the wall and spread her knees, not unlike she was being frisked by the cops, only she was on the bed, not standing. I got up behind her, between her knees. My hands went on her tits to hold and manipulate, while I penetrated her pussy from behind. I had to bend at the waist and rise to slide in, almost a kind of vertical doggie position. It did take a good deal of agility and energy on my part, but evidently it put pressure internally on her G-spot, and I had my hands on her swell tender ta-tas. I couldn’t cum like that but she did, twice in a row!
The second time she climaxed she folded in to a supplemental posture with her ass in the air and holding on the top of the high headboard for support. I was still rampant and ready for my second spurt. The target her bottom framed was a red maw of inflamed tissue, quite messy with juices from our love making. My arrow had no trouble hitting the center bull’s-eye and it sheathed easily and solid. I held her hips and pumped away, my balls bouncing off her mons, the clit getting its fair share of the buffeting. I was ready to shoot quite soon as the previous position had primed me. I speed up as the urgency of my drilling made my tool begin to buzz with the onset of the arriving peak.
Then I was once more blasting my seed in my mother’s womb, striking the nubs of her uterus so deep was my shaft shoved, my love-lance lunging in Danni’s center. As she felt me spew my goo in her, mom had once last paroxysm and her own froth joined mine as the milky mix spilled out of her like melted vanilla ice-cream. We settled into a cuddling huddle, my arms around her and our faces together making little kisses and whispering endearments. Thus we told each other how we had wanted to do this for a long time, but she couldn’t admit her desires, and I couldn’t figure out how to get her into bed with me. But now that we had broken the taboo and finally made manifest our inner yearnings, this wouldn’t be the last time. We promised one another.