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I started giving her slow and long strokes of pumping. She was geting wetter and her moans were getting louder and louder. I was a bit nervous about climaxing before mom so I was restraining myself from going full throtle.
"Jason, Jason, give me all you have now. I am ready to cum." mom called out as she turned her head from side to side and moving her hips side to side. I lay my chest on her breasts, grabbed her shoulders and just used my waist and pelvic movement to pump fast and furious into her dripping cunt. In about two minutes mom had a loud and quivering orgasm. Knowing that I had already acquited myself well I thought perhaps I could impress her even more with a bonus. I pulled some of my cock out leaving only about two to three inches inside her so that my cock head could give her G-spot even more direct stimulation. I short-stretched, fast pistoned her for another ten minutes. Mom started digging her nails into my back and grinding her teeth. She had her second orgasm. I could feel her vagina tightened around my cock and after a few more minutes of furious pumping I blasted my load into her. I got off mom and we just lay there. Except for the fact that it was my mom this time the sex was not much different from the ones I had with my girlfriend. I turned to look at mom. She had a kind of calm look and a faint smile on her face, just like my girlfriend.
"I need to rest now. Please give me a kiss and help me to clean up."
I held her face in both my hands and kissed her long and hard. I got up to get the paper towel and two bath-towels. I wiped our the fluid from her pussy and the bed and laid the two towels over the wet spot on the bed. I returned to my air-mattress and soon fell asleep. When I woke up it was already eight in the morning and mom was sitting on the table drinking her coffee.
"It was very nice last night for me. Do you need to talk about it ?"
She smiled at me sweetly like she always has. And I noticed a glow on her face.
"I have a lecture in half an hour. Maybe later mom, when I bring our lunches back from the college cafeteria." I kissed her on the cheek and rushed out. During the next few hours when my mind was not occupied with other things I thought about the incest stories on the websites and thought maybe I would enjoy discussing them with mom; I came home around twelve. Mom was drinking a beer in her shorts and bra. She had just finished doing some vacuuming and such and was covered in sweat. She was slightly flushed and she looked extremely sexy to me. I laid out our lunches on the table while mom did a bit of freshening up. She was still in her shorts and bra when she came back. God, was she sexy. We sat down and began to eat our lunch. She was the first to talk.
"Do you have any problem with last night ?" She asked.
"Not really. But I must say I did not have any of those weird feelings that dudes in the incest stories talked about after sex with their mom."
"I have read a few of those stories on the websites. They are mostly fantasies and judging from their stories I think some of these individuals do not have healthy relationships with their moms to begin with."
"Ya. All those talks about domination, rough sex and having children with their moms are outright disturbing to me. How do you feel about last night, mom?"
"I hadn't had sex for quite a while and probably because of that, last night I was able to abandon myself to the sexual intercourse. Reading and thinking about incestuous sex was one thing but actually doing it with you was something else. I felt uneasy at first but the sexual stimulation soon overwhelmed the uneasy feeling. I just went with the flow. Your big cock and your confidence has a lot to do with it. If you were hesitant and fumbling in your attempt, or if your cock is small and less effective in my vagina, I might need a much longer time to overcome my feeling of uneasiness. I might even have second thoughts about continuing with this incestuous thing. But your powerful ramming and the waves of sexual sensation it produces simply overwhelmed me and my feeling of weirdness was completely pushed out of my mind. Did you have plenty of sex with other women?"
"I read a lot and my older friends shared some of their experiences with me. Take Mike for example. The owner of this apartment ? He is a great womaniser. I also had some sex before this."
"You are quite good at it. Maybe you need to do more foreplay. Your future partner may not be as sexually starved as I was last night."
"Thanks mom. Maybe again tonight ?"
"We'll see."
When I came home late at night mom was already asleep. There was no sex. The next day mom did not broach the subject, and out of respect for mom, neither did I. I have alwayls been sensitive to her mood. She sounded so airy about the incident last night, but I suspected that she might have some doubts about what she had done. Or, at the least, she had not come to any conclusions about whether sex with me would be a regular thing. After breakfast she told me that she had decided to visit her old friend back home for a few days. I took her to the station and I left for college.
When I came back to an empty apartment that night I had time to think about my relationship with mom and the sexual incident that had just taken place. I felt nothing had changed. She was still my mom and not my lover. I felt no inclination to call her by her madam name. (It was Elaine, by the way.) That singular incident had not had any discernible effect on me. Not yet, perhaps. But as I went on ruminating, I thought surely my close and loving relationship with my mom all my life had influenced me in some way my choice of Janeane as my girlfriend. She was smart, kind, cheerful and congenial like mom. But most "suspicious" of all were her physical attributes. she was on the heavy side and was a brunette like mom. She too had a round, sweet face and lots of body hair. I loved the thick "fur" under her armpits and I was glad to find her large patch of pubic hair.
I went through the third day after the sexual incident with mom doing the same old college stuffs. But then I took Janeane out on a date and came back to the apartment with her. I had sex with her before but this time it was a little different. She used to say that I was too much in a hurry and was a little rough with her. It was true that I did not do much of a foreplay with her and I had never "gone down on her". I felt that that was totally OK because I was always able to give her at least two orgasms each time by simply pounding her pussy hard. But this time, as she lay on her back like she always did I took much longer time to lick her pink aerolas and red pointing nipples. But soon after I started massaging her labias, clitoris and finger-fucked her she reached her first minor orgasm. Then, as usual, I mounted her and started pounding her tight pussy. But something different happened this time. I thought what was different was probably because thinking about mom the last few days had built up a much higher sexual tension in me. I had my big orgasm less than ten minutes into pounding Janeane. Janeane was surprised. She had not had her second orgasm yet. I had to go down on her, which was something I never had to do to give her her second, bigger orgasm. Janeane was very happy with my tonguing of her clitoris and labias. l was able to sleep all through the night.
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