“Tonight, after Danni goes out for her yoga class.”
I actually cooked dinner that evening for mom Danni and mother Shannon, as I was staying in their house for a few days. Momma Susie was doing some redecorating and I was best out of the way for that three ring circus of craftsmen, carpenters and furniture movers. Dinner was a stew that they had taught me to throw together, when they both had been busy and had ‘custody’ of me for the evening. I like to do things for my mothers, it made them happy and had its rewards, usually some privileges or relaxation of rules, or perhaps an extra treat or small gift, like a new CD or gas money. But it’s nice just to do stuff for people you love, even without the return of some kind of reward. But tonight, my hero’s reward might just turn out to be something special. I was hoping, but didn’t have too high of expectations. After all, Shannon was one of my moms.
In any case, I did bring the medical ‘Sting-Stick’ with me. The front door slammed shut as mom Danni rushed off to her two hour yoga session. Almost immediately I heard Shannon call, “Pete, I’m in the bedroom!” I took the stairs two at a time. There she was stretched out on her stomach on the bed, a towel draped over her torso. But her tush peaked out, without panties. She spoke, “I told Danni about out my bug-bite and she looked at it. She recommended ammonia and ice, but I told her you had an anti-sting thing from camping, I could use. But I think that it’s easier for you to put on, since you can see the bug bite better. CAN you see where my boo-boo is?” She pulled the edge of her covering up to expose more of her buns.
“UH . . uh-huh..” I was mesmerized. And getting tumescent too. I moved closer, the swelling had gone down on her injury, but bulge in my loins was returning. I moved next to her on the mattress, I took the cap off and again applied the balm; my personal stick wanted to touch there as well. She removed the towel, I shucked my shirt. She put her head down on her folded arms and raised her bottom a bit and spread her legs slightly.
“Go slow, be gentle, I’m still tender there.”
I didn’t have to be told to get rid of my shorts. I had wondered, I had hoped, I had not worn my jockeys-undies just in case. I knelt and straddled her legs; the target was clearly sighted and open, ready, glistening. Even though she still had her feet only about a foot apart and my knees were on the outside of her thighs, the opening at that angle was an easy mark. I placed my hands on each side of her buns and moved my hips forward. I leaned over a tad and the tip made contact with the cavity that it sought. I pushed and with some small adjustments on both our parts it dipped in. It slipped in and slid deeper. Once I was sure of the aim, I let the full length drop slowly down, until I was balls to butt, encased in the steamy vagina of my mother Shannon.
Then with great deliberation I began to move, I drew up and pushed in, I pulled back and hunched forward. I used my pelvis to create the motion, and with every entry and half exit it was better and better. We began to be partners, her hips rocking to match mine and our coordination had rhythm and syncopation. Shannon made little ‘u h – u h’ sounds as I was going ‘ah – AHH!’ Her noises grew higher in pitch, while mine went lower. In and out I went, in and out and quicker and harder now! I couldn’t last much longer I was so strung tight with the erotic tension. She started with, “Yes! YES! YYEESSS! Now N O W W!” and I let out a quiet cry, almost a silent sigh, exhaling a gasp of gob-smacked convulsion. My cock gushed the wonderful load I had saved up since that moment she kissed me in the bathroom. I jammed it in as deep as I could and let loose!