I had dozed off after the great fuck I'd given my mother. She'd been dozing when I began breathing deeply. Her eyes opened when she heard me breath deeply.
In retrospect, I wondered later what she'd thought about as we lay there. Where had her son had learned to fuck so good? Why was he so much more attentive than his Father?. She owed someone a big thank you. These were all thoughts she shared with me later.
She was lightly rubbing my chest when she noticed my cock begin to throb. I suppose age and time had caused her to forget how responsive an 18 year old could be. Her left hand glided down my chest and began lightly squeezing and massaging my cock through the shorts which I still had on. In no time, I was murmuring; but more important, my cock was rising.
So many thoughts were running through her mind. Did I realize she'd stayed with Dad only for my sake? Did I realize how often she had been verbally and physically abused? Did I know the real reason my "Father" was so cruel to her? She thought I must know all of that; after all I took abuse as well despite being a model son. And the walls were so thin; I could hear everything that went on down the hall. She shared these thoughts with me in the days to come.
I had it all. Good grades, excellent athlete, college scholarship, and a magnificent 8 inch cock were all in my present and future. She wondered what would she do when I left for college? I learned later she thought she would go crazy if she did not escape.
She began lightly tonguing my left nipple; and I bucked my cock into her hand. She slid her hand into my shorts where it met my rising cock. Her hand traveled lower and began to squeeze my balls. Like my father she noticed I had a massive set of low hangers; unlike my father I was shaved.
She later told me she wondered why on earth I had shaved balls and no bush? Other questions to ask and areas to explore came to her mind as we lay there.
She could feel another load of my semen building as I lay in a semi-state of slumber.