Chapter Three: College, man!
Part 1
After my mother rode me on the den couch like it was her last chance for freedom, we lay there spent, soaking in our fluids; Mom still straddling me and my dick slowly shrinking its way out of her warm center.
A few minutes of panting, then she turned to point her mouth at my ear and said, "Well, that's one ass print on one side of the den couch. Looks like we've still got a lot of work ahead of us." We both chuckled. Mom had promised that she would "see to it that we leave an ass, knee or head print on every surface in this house." The sofa was a three-setter, and there were two guest chairs on either side of it. Plus there was the den floor, and that was only the one room.
That little project would have to wait. We both needed time to recover. We ate cold scrambled eggs and toast, and then headed to the kitchen for tall glasses of water and short glasses of juice. Finally we took an overdue shower. There was some light play there (some stroking, squeezing and nipple twisting,) but no marks would be left in that shower today.
Most of the rest of the day was dull. We'd left our finished dinner on the dining room table the night before, and our afternoon breakfast needed to be cleaned up too. The bed sheets needed to be changed and the sofa to be cleaned. And even when all that was done, Mom only offered "Hanky Panky" as a reward for when I'd finished up a paper I'd been putting off that week.
It was time for dinner by the time I'd finished, so we ate first and went to bed early for desert. Mom wore an olive green chemise so I could "unwrap" my reward. The soft green of the lingerie set off the sharper brighter green of her eyes, and the high hem accentuated the curve of her thighs. Pulling it up over her head made me sigh with bliss. Laying her across the bedspread and lying between those thighs was like coming home even though I'd never left the house.
Remembering the lessons learned early that afternoon, I didn't slam my cock into her. I stroked her black hair and traced her high cheek bones and held her gaze as I inched my erection slowly into her. She was wet and ready like she's always been. I stopped after the first third of me was in anyway, and pulled slightly out. Her eyes on me widened with surprise, and her mouth opened slightly as she took in a breath. I pressed slowly back in, two thirds of my length this time. Her eyes crinkled and her smile deepened. She chuckled softly.
"Oh my," she said playfully. "You really did take my observations to hea....Ahhh!" I'd pulled out again. "Ohhhh, babyyyy!" she cooed as I pressed all the way in this time.
We kissed deeply and she hummed in pleasure. Her dancer's legs wrapped around me, as she knows I like that, and I proceeded to stroke in a slow steady pace. "Mmm, that's soooo gooood."
For no rational reason, I decided that I would keep stroking in and out of my mother at this slow pace for as long as I possibly could; hours if I could manage it. For the first ten or fifteen minutes, Mom oohed and ahhed and stroked my hair and caressed my butt. After another five minutes she asked me if I was trying to be sarcastic or something. Without missing a beat, I assured her that I wasn't being a smart-alek. I just wanted to see how long we could go like this.
We kissed and enjoyed it, but finally, Mom said she couldn't handle any more. I just grinned and said, "This is what I'm givin' you, so this is what you're gonna get."
She laughed at her "naughty boy," and squealed. She bucked her pelvis up to make it happen faster. She twisted her hips and clutched at my cock with all the power her vaginal muscles could apply in the hopes of driving me crazy. She dug her finger nails into my ass, and tried to kick me with the backs of her heels. She called it "sweet torture," and nibbled at my ear lobes.
When she really couldn't stand it anymore she warned me, "pick up the pace, or you'll have to take that thing out of me." I had to stop as we laughed together in the dark.
I kissed her again, and said, "You don't really want me to pull out of you, do you?"
"No!" she said, and wrapped me up tight with her muscled arms and legs.
"Hmmm. Let me think about that one," I said. And then I slammed my cock into her, and went at it full speed.
"Hallelujah!" she called out, still kind of laughing. We went at it like animals until she shrieked, squirmed and came all over my pole twice and I shot my balls dry deep into my mother's glorious hole. Then we fell asleep, sticky, in each other's arms.
In the morning on Sunday we repeated it, but this time, Mom was the "sweet torturer" on top, and I was the one bucking and begging. Sometimes, Mom would sit upright, stare at me with my cock balls-deep in her, and slowly squeeze tighter and tighter. She held my hands, so I couldn't touch her tempting orbs glowing above me in the late Spring morning light. Eventually I calmed down and concentrated on flexing my cock, expanding the head deep in her womb. She smiled appreciatively, and began to shift her hips forwards and backwards.
In some ways she outclassed me in this game. She could be so still when she wanted to. But I refused to ever threaten to stop if she didn't "pick up the pace."
"Say it." she offered. "Threaten to leave the bed, and I'll
have
to fuck you like you want!"
"I won't say that, Mom," I said, making my cock head swell in her deeps as I did. "I'm staying in this bed as long as you'll have me."
I could see a light film of sweat on her brow, and she strained to resist the urge to bounce on my balls. "Come on, Kevin, that's the game. You make the – Uhh, Oh God – final threat, and then we can really cut loose on each other. Just say you'll take your sweet cock away, and we can..." her hips began to swivel, and it felt like sun rays were about to shoot out of her pussy, it was so good.
I sat up, and put my arms around her tiny waist. "I can't say that, Mom. I could stay deep in you all day. I'd be
grateful
to be able to see and kiss your amazing naked body until we both pass out. I love being inside you. The only thing that would make me stop is you telling me to stop, or if you fucked me so hard I
couldn't
stay in."
I tilted my head back so we could kiss a gentle and loving kiss. Then she put her hands on my shoulders, and shoved me roughly back onto the mattress.
"That'll have to be good enough!" she declared, and then she did things to me...I can barely understand it. She squeezed and bounced, stretching my dick (which I'd thought would be too rigid for such treatment.) She threw her torso into dance-like circles, making her tits and hair seem to float in their momentum. Her flat belly bent and stretched and arched in ways that were simply inspirational. It was like I was suddenly caught in a hurricane (this was
way
too hot and wet for a tornado) of my mother's sex.
