I started to read out loud. The story and memories were once again so vivid as I read them. I described how I felt as my personal care attendant took off her clothes and lowered herself on my cock so soon after my injury. I had so many questions at the time and they were answered quickly as my cock disappeared.
Reliving memories continued for my mother during part two of the story, I again asked her to read this time around. This story began with my mom masturbating to the thought of Marlene and I having sex. It was wonderful listening to her describe how she watched Marlene and I make love – and how it turned her on.
She continued to read at a nice slow pace. At the same time, we both continued to slowly pleasure ourselves as we thought about my first sexual experience following my injury and my mom watching. Nevertheless, we did not slow our pace enough and she only got three quarters of the way through before she moved the laptop aside.
Next she threw me on my back and guided my stiff dick into her anxiously waiting pussy. However, she then reached over and grabbed the laptop making sure it was just beside me. She continued to read out loud whispering in my ear while she slowly moved up and down my cock.
Mom was reading the full description of how Marlene sat on top of me and bounced up and down upon my penis. In the beginning, the pace was slow. However, in the story as Marlene and I continued on, our intensity grew and the pace quickened.
My mother as the narrator adjusted her pace accordingly. Whatever pace I had been fucking Marlene in the story was exactly how my mom was now bouncing up and down upon my shaft. The story
continued and the pace quickened until I was about to come inside Marlene.
Mom timed it perfectly and just as she described how Marlene collapsed on top of me, it was then that she herself gave out and fell upon me in a complete an overwhelming orgasm. Meanwhile, my cock was shooting its semen deep inside her.
We lay there still for a while and as my mom rose slightly, we kissed each other passionately again and again. It was late and we had already made love numerous times. I figured the night was over. I was wrong.
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Mom got up off of me and once again grabbed the laptop. I couldn’t believe how she was. Of course, I think she knew what the next story was. Part two was about to tell the story of how she and I first got together. How could I argue with mom’s enthusiasm?
This time she now read my story of our first time together. This was special. The story was written as I remember so long ago. She had her own memories to add. We were both able to talk about our feelings and fears and emotions during that whole time. During the reading of this story we did not fuck; but instead made love two times.
As she rubbed her pussy she continued to read it. Her voice was quiet, yet very sexy. Part of the reason was it was getting late. But mainly, her voice continued in this tone for the effect. She was turning me on as she read. I had written simply from speculation of what she did upstairs as she masturbated to the thought of us fucking.
She rotated the knob and turned off the running water. She stepped into the hot bath and it almost hurt at first; but within seconds, it felt wonderful. She slithered down into the water and laid her head back on the tub. She turned on the Jacuzzi jets and immediately brought her hand back down to resume where it left off.
She now was able to move her hand from side to side and thoroughly stimulate her clit the way she liked. It was not going to take her long to reach orgasm now. She began to continue her thoughts about Brian. But now her thoughts became more lascivious. Instead of remembering what it looked like as he was fucking Marlene, her mind began to wonder how she could seduce him herself. She now imagined her body straddling over her son while his cock entered HER anxious pussy.
As she read this story, the pace with which she rubbed between her legs again quickened. When she was done reading though, she stopped for a second.
“My God, it’s like you were there.” She commented.
“I knew what you had done because Marlene and I heard you downstairs. I was simply writing what I imagined both at the time and even now.” I explained further.
She confirmed how close it was to reality, “you’re almost dead on. I was in that bathtub and had a furious orgasm after watching the two of you.”
“Were you purposely louder so we could hear you downstairs?” I asked.
She shook her head yes with a huge smile on her face.
Mom began to read out loud once again. She talked about how the two of us flirted even more right after Marlene and I had first had sex. She was nearing the point in the story when she ultimately decided to simply start sucking my inadvertently erect cock. That was the start of our full-blown sexual relationship.
It was here that mom continued to stroke her pussy even faster. She went on and narrated the entire lovemaking session as I remembered it. As she read, we both continued to play with ourselves. She would stop briefly in several spots and add commentary about what she remembered and what special memory she had about this first time we made love.
As my writing progressed, so did the intensity with which our lovemaking session was described. Neither one of us was going to make it much longer; we had to satisfy our urges. In the story, mom was now on top of me and we were fully fucking each other. It was unbelievably hot and exciting.
It was then that mom simply pushed the computer to the side and at the same time pushed me down on my back.
She turned her attention to the screen and we both returned even more attention to our own genitals. Mom was now playing with her pussy at a nice steady pace. Meanwhile, I was rapidly jacking my hard cock through my fist.
As she narrated about the two of us masturbating for each other 25 years ago, we now were masturbating in front of each other once again. Mom continued to read and I don’t know how she maintained her composure enough to do so. The words she read described our mutual orgasm years ago:
I started to stroke as I watched my mom complete her orgasm. This one was different though because she clamped her legs together and was able to lift her ass off the bed. I watched her hips rise as she continued to climax. This excited me so as I continued to stroke my cock.
My pace was slow but deliberate. Yet my control did not last much longer. About the time my mother started to relax from her orgasm and separate her knees was when I was moving once again at a full pace. I could see her soaking wet pussy as she pulled the vibrator out. Her right hand continued to very slowly rub her cunt and her left hand brought the vibrator to her mouth.