Mom saw how quickly I was now stroking and knew I was about to come any minute. She stopped reading and moved over placing her face just inches from my cock. As she lay on the mattress beside the laptop with her mouth wide open, I shot my first load and hit her cheek. Within seconds, two more ropes of semen erupted from the tip of my cock. The second fully entered her mouth while the third partially hit its target but the last part of the strand dribbled down her chin. In the blink of an eye her tongue licked it back into her mouth. And merely seconds after that she had wiped the first shot off her chin and was looking at me clean.
I don’t know why, but at that point I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to taste my own semen within her mouth. I moved forward and did so. I could taste the salty remnants and it had no effect on me one way or the other. I continued to kiss her longer, but then mom had to return to her own business.
She went back to reading the story, yet now she was reading to herself. She was also lying on her side on the bed looking over at the screen. Her right hand was down between her legs and she was pleasing herself both with that hand but also by grinding her hips forcefully into the mattress and her awaiting digits.
The bed was now bouncing because of the motion of her hips. I watched the laptop as it moved and she watched the laptop as the words on the screen took her to her erotic past. Minutes later, all the motion stopped. Everything was still – the computer, the mattress, and obviously mom. And then with a deep breath she continued to slowly grind several more times into the mattress. She was completing her orgasm. I was so excited and turned on by watching her.
She opened her eyes and looked over at me. A big smile crossed her face. There was such a look of satisfaction. It was even more beautiful in the glow of the screen. We both lay there and watched each other as we continued to slowly stroke our own genitals.
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The computer was closed now at the foot of the bed and the two of us lay together in each other’s arms. We were exhausted from our consistent lovemaking and masturbating throughout the night. It was so late and we were both about ready to drift off. The sensation of mom’s skin as she lay against my chest was wonderful. I was able to run my fingers through her hair as the two of us continued to talk.
“So what else have you written about?” Mom asked. “The night with Mike,” I reluctantly told her.
“I figured,” mom said with a smile. “It’s quite a story.”
Mom and I were together quite a bit before I went to school. After I returned to school our affair had stopped. We returned back to a mother son relationship for years. I had left work and returned to my campus for my master’s degree on a full-time basis. Mom was now divorced and her conversations had grown closer once again. I invited her to campus.
During her visit we ended up going out one night with my friend Mike. Before the night ended, he and I were both having sex with my mother. She and Marlene had fulfilled my fantasy of being with two women. This was an opportunity to fulfill a fantasy of hers to be with two men.
It actually had been quite a graphic night and there is no doubt that he and I thoroughly satisfied my mother. But I always felt guilty after that. The two of us made love alone the following day and I don’t believe there’s any regret on her part. But I did appreciate it, perhaps because I was somewhat jealous. Now I was able to discuss it further with her.
“I wrote it as I remember it. It was definitely stimulating and kind of dirty. But I always felt guilty,” I admitted to her.
“Why?” She genuinely questioned.
“It always seemed a little too much. I know you and I have been open as can be with sex and I know your appetite is never-ending. But that night still didn’t really seem to be the best.” I admitted.
“I’ve never been with two men since,” she elaborated, “but I don’t regret that night at all. God it was so hot!”
I was comforted to hear that and could tell her response was genuine. “Do you want to read it?” I asked with anticipation of my voice.
“I know where it will lead, and I can’t take anymore. I’m exhausted. I’m getting too old for this shit – or at least this much in one night,” she said lightheartedly.
I looked at the time. It was nearly dawn. At any moment now my early rising son could end up out in the family room. We were not very worried though because my mom has helped me with my personal care in the past. So her being in my bedroom in the morning would not be strange at all. Yet as we both thought about it further, we realized that the only clothes she had was the sexy nightgown. An even bigger concern was when my actual personal care attendant would show up.
So we wrapped up our night of rekindled love. As mom crawled away from my arms, I felt the coolness and the emptiness without her. It was great to have her back in my life again sexually. I watched her as she put what little bit of clothing she had back on her beautiful body. She grabbed the sheets and blankets and tucked me in. Even though 41 years have passed since I was five years old, I felt as comforted and safe at that moment. It was reminiscent of when I was a small child. And I relished in that fact. For just a moment I was the five-year-old boy that loved his mother in a totally different way. But then I grabbed her and pulled her close and kissed her passionately.
Sixty-nine years old and still sexy as hell. I held her close and caressed her breasts again. Our lips engaged in another deep and passionate combination. Our tongues touched each other and I already managed to slip the shoulder strap off of her.
“No, no, we can’t,” she whispered to me after stopping our kiss, “those boys will be up any minute now, and look at me.”
She stood up next to the bed and held her arms out in gest. A bright smile was on her face as she stood there in such a sexy outfit. It was definitely not appropriate for the woman my boys knew her as. Grandmothers are not supposed to have a sex life. Yet this one certainly did. She was amazing. I know through the years she has been extremely sexually active. And I am blessed to have been a part of that in many different phases of her life.
She reached over and kissed me again this time of the top of my head, “night, honey.” “Night mom,” I softly said.
I watched her closely as she slowly snuck out of the room. Her legs and ass were still wonderful. I cannot believe I was still sexually stimulated. It was surprising to me that I was still stimulated after what we had already gone through throughout the night. Many would question why I was still sexually stimulated given the fact that she was 69 years old.
Sexuality has no age. My mother has proven her ability to keep herself young and vibrant. Many people ask her how she does it. She tells them through exercise and her dancing. But she and I know that a lot of it is the fact that she has stretched her sexual limitations beyond what anyone would have ever imagined. My mother enjoys sex. She likes fucking. And I have been blessed that I am able to share that with her. Sometimes we fucked, but most of the time we make love. Either way I have enjoyed it completely.