My legs started to shake as my searing shaft slammed into her body again and again. Our naked forms were sweating and hot, and my frantic cock ran quickly to the point of no return. Then my whole body tensed . . . curling my toes . . . lengthening my cock . . . tightening my grip on the woman below, my face buried deep in her neck. Her arms and legs wrapped me up tight, pulling me in close. I felt a sudden rush of intense power climbing inside me, and then . . . it screamed from my body with a violent blast of ecstasy!
Burst after burst of orgasmic pulses raced through my body and up into the bear hug of naked flesh wrapped firmly around me. I pulsed and pulsed my electric juice into her, a never-ending wave of climactic release pouring from my body . . . and she took it all from me . . . every drop.
Darkness settled in as my eyes closed and my orgasmic peak gradually subsided. The feeling of satisfaction within me was overwhelming and tears began to well in my eyes. I must have really needed what she had just given me, in a monumental way.
After a long minute, we relaxed our embrace and I looked into her eyes, once again seeing my therapist. Her gorgeous eyes danced with mine as my cock slightly softened inside her. “Rachel,” I whispered, watching those radiant eyes grow, along with her enchanting smile.
“Scott,” she said, knowing that something had shifted in me, “are you back? Are you here with me again?”
I nodded and placed my forehead against hers, our eyes too close to focus.
“That was wonderful Scott . . . you are extremely passionate,” she whispered softly. “It’s okay for you to have feelings like this, really it is.” Her hands rubbed across my bare back and down. “You love your mother very much, and quite often these feelings can be confused with other, more intimate, feelings and base urges. It’s natural. Your fantasy is healthy, believe me. You’ve been in denial for a long time.”
She gripped her internal muscles and gave my half hard cock a little squeeze. “Any time you feel the urge, you can fantasize about her you know; no one is stopping you.” She gave me another squeeze on my cock, it was very erotic. “Maybe next time . . . you can imagine reaching under her shirt while she is doing the dishes, holding and rubbing her breasts while she works.” Another sexy squeeze. “Or you maybe you catch her pulling her panties down in the laundry room, and you drop your pants to stroke your big cock right in front of her.” Tight squeeze.
“Or maybe you crawl into her bed at night and under her covers, climbing between her open legs,” she said, now timing her subtle squeezes, “and you eat . . . your sleeping . . . mother’s . . . pussy . . . you naughty . . . boy.”
I started pushing against her squeezing muscles and realized that I was getting intensely hard again. She smiled wide. “Mmmm, you really do have a hot lust for her, don’t you?”
How could I deny it? The proof was in her pudding.
I nodded slowly, slightly ashamed, and withdrew somewhat, pushing back in and eliciting a heavy exhale from her.
“We might have to work, harder, to get to the, bottom, of this,” she said as my cock inched around deep inside of her. “You’re so horny Scott, let it out. This has been building inside you for too long. I’m here for you, you can give it all to me . . . give it to me Scott,” she whispered.
I was still coming down from the mind-blowing explosion that had just burst from me, and already my lower body was pushing and pulling my cock around inside this sexy woman. She groaned and coaxed me to keep slowly sliding in and out of her.
“Your fantasy is as old as time, Scott,” she said gazing into my eyes. “Boys have always wanted their mothers on some deep level. If you accept your desires and play them out, whether in your own head, or with me or someone else, they will subside over time.”
It was surreal getting such sage advice while simultaneously thrusting my hard erection into her, occasionally shaking her voice.
“So go ahead and fantasize about her. In fact, push your visions to the edge; see how far you can . . . mmmm, go with it.” She stopped and breathed in deeply as I pushed aggressively into her with my mounting excitement.
“Yes . . . you can have her, any time, any way you want . . . in your head. Don’t let this spill into the real world Scott, the consequences would be too great, for both of you. But in your mind . . . she’s desperate to please. Perhaps you imagine waking in the morning to her soft mouth sliding up and down on your stiff morning cock.”
The image of that surged through my thrusting cock and into her, just as she had probably hoped it would. I softly fucked Rachel while she luridly continued.
“She wants to take all of her son into her small mouth, but it’s big. She gags against it, but keeps trying, getting it deeper each time. Her wet throat starts to open and you slip past, inching further down, until finally you look to see Sophia’s cute nose is pressed . . . mmmm . . . against your belly. You place your hands on either side of her head, feeling your mother’s face in your lap containing your deeply throated cock.”
A rush of excitement pushed into me and it wasn’t a stretch to imagine the vivid scene with my cock so deeply buried in Rachel’s warm wet pussy.
“When was the last time you saw her naked Scott?” she asked after another quiet minute of sexy sliding.
I had to think back, and a vision of Mother’s body submerged in a tub of bubbles appeared.
“I think she was taking a bath,” I revealed as I slowly enjoyed the bare caress of her slippery insides.
“Oooh, that’s nice . . . did you walk in on her by mistake?”
“No, she always used to let me come in while she bathed,” I said, suddenly realizing that I may have taken advantage of this opportunity too many times to push it off as coincidence. The shine in Rachel’s eyes let me know I was on the right track.
“What if I told you that she actually touches herself under the bubbles while admiring her grown son standing inches from her wet naked body.”
It was an incredible thought. I pushed hard into her.
“She wanted you to look, to picture her bare breasts floating just beneath the bubbles. Even though it seemed innocent, a lady knows when her naked body is in the same room as a man. She liked your presence in there. When you left, her hand found her wet clit and pressed against that little nub thinking about how you almost saw her naked. Maybe she even touched it while you were still there.