I do the driving and mom reads the map and gives directions. I like to drive by intuition and am very emotional. Mom is a computer student and is good at logic and planning. I like to hug mom, kiss her all over and smell her. Mom, on the other hand, is always thinking ahead and using airtight logic to tell me that my love for her is futile and unproductive.
It was just me and mom in our family. Mom never remarried after she divorced Dad. Half a year ago, I had the courage to ask her why, and mom said she would rather be celibate for the rest of her life than enter into a marriage that lacked love. I took the opportunity to confide in my mom and said, “I agree with my mom. I love my mom and I would like to be her lover.”
Mom was visibly shaken to the core when she heard my words. But she immediately calmed down and told me that she didn’t want to blame me, but that she and I were mother and son and should not be lovers, and that I would certainly find my true lover in the future. I told my mother on the spot that she was my true lover.
This has indeed always been a true feeling for me.
We drove for over two hours on winding one-way roads through the countryside. The days were cloudy and sunny, and the woods, pastures, and cornfields flashed by constantly on both sides of the road. We were always excited and happy together. Whether it was talk or silence, my mom and I were always in constant communication.
The leaves were still green, but a slight yellow color was showing through the green. Small herds of cows and horses were grazing with their heads down. You can constantly see bundles of hay tied into large rolls in the pasture. Some of the grass rolls are also wrapped with white plastic sheets. The corn is already more than one person high, all show ears. The open fields were refreshing.
My mom and I did our best to avoid the issue of our mother-son relationship in our normal conversations, but both my mom and I knew that our every move and word together was bringing us closer and closer together. Breaking out of our mother-son relationship was not a matter of if for us, but when. We stopped by to see a vineyard and winery, had lunch at a McDonald’s down the road, and then, we went sightseeing at one of the most prestigious state universities in our area.
A new semester is about to begin. Everywhere on campus, you can see groups of 18 and 19 year old freshmen on TOUR campus. There are also single individual male and female students carrying plastic bags filled with heavy books. Obviously textbooks purchased for the new semester. Mom said that she likes to hang around college campuses and see the youthful and vigorous looking young people. For my part, I kept pointing out the pretty, plump girls in front and behind me for mom to see. I never hid my love of women, and plump women, from Mom.
It’s time to sort of move into fall. When I came out in the morning, it was very cool. But in the afternoon, it was hot and humid again. The girls on the university campus were all dressed in various kinds of short clothes, showing off their taut curves and looking great.
Hearing me constantly compliment the girls passing by, my mom said, “Yeah, you’re going to college in two years. There are so many pretty girls you can like as much as you want.”
I said, “Mommy don’t grasp that I have to be too flowery, too able. Mommy knows that I only like Mommy.”
Mom said, “Compared to them, Mom is old. Aren’t they?”
I stopped, took my mom’s hands in mine, looked her straight in the eyes, and said to her, “I can’t say I’m older, only more mature. Maturity has the charming flavor of maturity.”
Mom broke away from me and smiled at me and said, “Bah, you’re not very old and you’re quite a flatterer. Mom doesn’t need your flattery.”
But I could clearly feel that my words struck my mom. She didn’t say much more next, and was lost in thought. I pretended not to notice my mom’s state of mind, still pulling her hand when I saw a pretty, plump girl and showing her.
I said, “How cozy it would be to hold such a plump girl in my arms.” Mom just gave me a smile if anything at my words, her hand still resting in my grasp. Although mom is 37 years old this year, her small hands are still very soft and fresh. The very act of holding her hands, or even just looking at her small hands, could give me an erection.
At dusk we drove back. Mom’s directions lost the enthusiasm and rigor with which they came. I said, “Mom is probably a little too tired to give directions. I’ll find my own way, don’t worry.”
Mom went along with it, relieved of the responsibility of giving directions, and leaned her head against the seat in deep thought.
Not even halfway through the drive, it was completely dark. But the way home was extraordinarily smooth, only took one and a half hours. When I got home, my mom prepared a simple dinner, while I hurriedly took a shower. By the time I was done, mom had already put dinner on the table.
We all ate absentmindedly. I cleared the table and mom went to the bathroom to take a shower.
While scrubbing the dishes, I heard the sound of the rushing water of my mom’s bath, and I couldn’t hold back my desire to have sex with her any longer. Hearing mom turn off the faucet, I pushed open the bathroom door, pulled open the glass door of the tub, and said to mom, “Mom, let me wipe you.”
Mom smiled shyly at me, “Fuck you.” But I grabbed the washcloth out of her hand and she let go after a few moments of insistence. I wiped mom’s hair, front and back. Mom’s breasts had always been firm and plump. Also, Mom appeared slightly chubby on top, and the fat bulging out of her back and belly gave her a chaotic, fat beauty that looked nothing less than well-defined.
Mom’s pubic hair grew quite luxuriantly. Dark, curly pubic hair that densely covered her pussy. As I was about to make a move to wipe Mom’s bottom, she grabbed the F towel from my hand.
I watched quietly as mom finished wiping her rear end, pussy, thighs and calves. Then I said to mom, “I want mom.”
Mom was going to put on panties and a bra and I stopped her.
“Mom don’t wear it,” I said. I took my mom’s hand and led her out of the bathroom and into my bedroom.
Mom sleepwalked to my tug and stood in front of the large mirror in my bathroom.
Mom and I gazed at her naked body in the mirror. Mom looked in the mirror and watched me fondle her breasts, belly, and pussy. Mom and I looked at each other in and out of the mirror.
I stripped myself and began to slowly kiss mom. Mom opened her mouth and let my tongue explore her mouth.
When I stopped, mom kissed me in return.
I led mom to my bed with her back to it. I gently pushed mom down on the bed. Mom obediently lay down, her upper body on the bed and her lower body under the bed.
I grabbed the two large pillows at the foot of the bed and put them under Mom’s head, then grabbed her legs that were dangling off the bed and rested them on my shoulders. I pressed my red-hot, rising cock against Mom’s pussy. Mom reached out with her gentle little hand, grabbed my cock and guided me into her cunt.
I pushed forward with my waist and my penis smoothly disappeared into mom’s vagina in one fell swoop. Mom’s vagina was already very lubricated.
As I withdrew my penis, I saw that the entire shaft was covered in mom’s vaginal secretions. In the light of the bedside lamp, mom’s love juices made the whole penis glisten.
Mom seems to have completely relaxed herself today, and as a result I feel unspeakably soothed and relaxed as well.
When I used to have sex with my mom, she always looked nervous and you could tell she was very conflicted inside. She definitely had sexual demands, but the uneasiness caused by her sense of morality made her constantly push me back. However, seeing my eagerness to have sex with her, and seeing how discouraged I was because I couldn’t have coitus with her for many days, my mom was very worried about me.
As a result, mom pushed back against me to a certain extent, and half-heartedly allowed me to copulate with her. Coitus with mom has always been in the male-on-female position, because only in this position can I enlist her less-than-reluctant cooperation.
But, for some reason, by the time I penetrated mom, I was basically in a state of orgasm. But Mom’s pushing back against me amounted to pretty exciting foreplay for me. Really, it was obvious to me that Mom’s pushing back just made me more horny and made me want Mom even more.
I usually have to ejaculate after just a few thrusts in my mom’s vagina. Even if I try to restrain the urge to cum and stop pumping my penis in mom’s vagina, I am always in a state of immediate need. Every time I stopped moving, mom had to kiss me so that I couldn’t suppress the desire to cum anymore. I had to push harder and harder to shoot my cum into the end of mom’s vagina.
From the time I penetrate my mom’s body to the time I ejaculate, it’s usually a minute or two. After I ejaculate, I feel a complete release of sexual desire all at once. Despite my efforts to continue touching and kissing mom after ejaculation, mom apparently felt that my desire had disappeared after ejaculation, and that the touching and kissing had lost its earlier fiery enthusiasm. Mom pushed me away at this point and got up to clean herself up and wipe the cum that was beginning to flow out of her vagina.
I know I didn’t last long enough in my mom’s body to frustrate her. But I’ve read the scientific literature on the subject and know that I can’t be considered a premature ejaculator. When it comes to reading, I can say that I work very hard. Not only do I read for schoolwork, but I also read a lot of books on men and women because they can be found without a lot of effort.
According to the book, there are many ways to prolong coitus for both men and women so that they can enjoy sexual pleasure to the fullest. With the establishment of mutual understanding and tacit understanding, each couple can choose their own preferred method.
For example, during sexual intercourse, you can let the woman feel the man is about to ejaculate when, with the finger and forefinger forcefully pinch the penis, forcibly prevent ejaculation, the male ejaculation of the desire to suppress, and then let the man to re-pump the penis. In addition, men and women can also feel the ejaculation is imminent, stop the action, think of other things, talk about other topics, so that the man’s orgasm does not continue to rise, or even can be lowered a little, so as to delay ejaculation.
I showed these books to mom as well. I don’t know if Mom was embarrassed or for some other reason, but during our coitus, she always refused to actively participate in the coitus, except for the occasional moan of pleasure that leaked out.
I could tell that mom was mentally conflicted. On the one hand, her female instincts made her eager to have sex, and she wanted to do it in plenty of time, with a relaxed mind and in a good mood. However, on the other hand, mom was reluctant to have sex with me because of our mother-child relationship and social and moral customs. However, seeing my sexual hunger, mom was worried about me and half-heartedly let me have intercourse with her. When we were having coitus, she could never relax, as if she wanted it to end as soon as possible.
Mom may have been afraid that I would see that she enjoyed intercourse and that I would feel that she was presupposing or encouraging our mother-son sexual relationship. Mom may also have indeed felt that she had no choice but to have intercourse with me, and therefore had no desire to enjoy sex with me. In any case, Mom’s nervousness, which inevitably infected me as well, caused me to be so nervous that I always ejaculated between a minute or two of penetration, with few exceptions.
But, today’s outing somehow caused mom to completely relax. I grabbed both of Mom’s feet with both hands and placed them on either side of my crotch bones, moving my waist back and forth, watching my glistening cock move in and out of Mom’s vaginal opening.
I stood like this and fucked my mom, getting a full view of her vaginal opening and my cock going in and out of her vagina.
Mom closed her eyes and let me go in and out. You could tell mom was enjoying herself immensely.
Mom’s fat breasts were in constant motion as I moved in and out. With each thrust, I could see the glans was three-quarters exposed, with only the tip of the glans remaining in contact with mom’s vaginal opening. At this point I pushed up, slowly at one point and rapidly at another, pushing my entire cock into mom’s vagina.
Mom began to moan slightly under my slow and steady thrusts.
I told mom, “I like to hear the moans that mom makes, they sound especially exciting. If mom is feeling particularly comfortable, moan out loud, don’t suppress it, don’t be embarrassed. I love to hear it.”
Mom opened her eyes and asked me rhetorically, “Really?”
“I do like to hear it,” I said. “When I hear mom moan, I know how to get mom and she gets comfortable.”
Mom closed her eyes again and moaned louder. It could be felt that mom’s cunt was more< slippery.
At first, I slightly over pumped and my penis would come out of my vagina. Mom didn’t move, but reached down and took hold of the penis, squaring it to the vaginal opening and allowing me to reinsert it.
It seemed that mom’s orgasm had come, and her vaginal opening was visibly open. Maybe it was because mom’s vaginal opening was open, maybe it was because mom’s love juices were flowing out in large quantities, or maybe it was because I had gotten used to having sex with mom in this way, in any case, after mom moaned loudly, when my penis came out of her vagina again, all I had to do was to push forward, and my penis could naturally penetrate into my vagina. The opening of mom’s vagina, as if it had become the shape of a funnel, could automatically channel the penis into the vagina.
I then purposely increased the amplitude of my thrusts, each time letting the glans leave mom about 10 centimeters, and then quickly thrusting in and out. After a few times of such thrusting, mom
Mom moaned loudly as if she were a dream guesser, “Ah, ah, that feels so good.”
“Yeah?” I felt more excited.
“Comfy, comfy, ah,” mom moaned. “How you get it. You’re so good at getting it. So cozy.”
I stood and fucked my mom, making her lie on the bed with her thighs facing outward and her hips sticking out a little over the edge of the bed, and I took her feet and watched as she spread her thighs wide, exposing her pussy completely to my eyes.
I felt very comfortable and stimulated even when I fucked my mom in this way, but the urge to ejaculate I was always able to control very well. It was only during four or five consecutive large thrusts that I felt the urge to ejaculate coming up, but as soon as I stopped for a few seconds, I was able to let the urge to ejaculate come back down, but maintain my orgasmic pleasure. It had been about half an hour since I’d had intercourse with my mom, and I still hadn’t ejaculated. In the meantime, mom came up with five or six orgasms. We had never fucked for so long.
Mom moaned continuously. When the moaning stopped, the sound of a penis moving in and out of the vagina could be clearly heard. It was the plopping sound of the well-lubricated vaginal walls as the penis was withdrawn.
Looking at my mom’s closed eyes, her expression that looked like she was in great pain and great comfort, looking at her mom’s breasts swaying back and forth, her mom’s open pussy, and listening to her mom’s moans at each of my thrusts, I thought that my mom was so kinky and adorable.
Mom suddenly opened her eyes as if waking up and asked me, “You didn’t cum, did you?”
I told mom that I hadn’t ejaculated and asked her to relax. But mom followed up uneasily, “You’re not going to cum now, are you?”
I said I wouldn’t. Mom admonished me again, “Don’t ever cum in it.”
There was something pathetic about watching my mom talk to me. I felt like mom and I were all of a sudden equals. I was no longer Mom’s son, but Mom’s sexual partner, a partner that Mom had to treat as an equal. This kind of thing was unprecedented between Mom and me.
Earlier when I pestered my mom and begged her to have coitus with her, she mostly chided me (“Why do you think about these things all day long? Why don’t you think about something else and do something else?”) When she didn’t scold me, she laughed at me (“Do you really have such a strong sexual desire? Wouldn’t it be good to take care of it yourself? You say you’re comfortable having sex with mom, but mom isn’t. Can’t you see that?”) .
Now mom is not at all condescending. She no longer treats me like a child and doesn’t chastise me or mock me at all anymore.
“Promise me you won’t cum inside Mommy, okay?”
“Don’t worry mom, I’m not going to cum,” I reassured mom as I slowly pumped in and out of her pussy. “I’ll be sure to tell mom when I get the feeling that I’m going to cum, don’t worry.”
Mom closed her eyes again with relief and concentrated on the pleasure of coitus.
Mom’s legs were curled up and spread out to the sides, forming an M. Mom’s feet, the two legs of the M, were resting in each of my hands. the tip of the V in the middle of the M was Mom<s sex organ. As I kept moving in and out of mom’s vagina, mom’s knees, the two peaks of the M, kept closing and releasing.
You could tell that mom was letting go quite completely. At this point, mom became completely my woman, the woman who enjoyed the sexual pleasure I provided. I no longer felt that Mom was my elder, but rather like my junior, needing my care, my comfort.
A naked mom lay in front of me, her feet resting on my waist. As my cock pushed up into Mom’s vagina, her fat, plump breasts and belly continued to jiggle like frozen powder. Both physically and psychologically, it was no longer mom who was in the upper echelon, but me. I felt overwhelmed with emotion at the thought of it.
I rested my mom’s feet on either side of my crotch, freeing my hands to fondle her breasts, waist, inner thighs and calves, and feet.
By reading a lot of books on sex education, I have known for a long time that a woman’s erogenous zones are located in all parts of her body. In the past, I also tried my best to touch my mom, trying to stimulate her sexual desire, but she always avoided me. Today, mom no longer avoided me, but accepted my stroking and teasing with peace of mind.
I could tell that my stroking and thrusting was making mom feel very comfortable. Seeing Mom comfortable made me feel good too.
I increased my thrusts. Each time I pushed my cock into my mom’s vagina, she let out a slight moan as it gradually went deeper.
“Don’t be embarrassed mom, I love hearing your voice, it’s especially exciting,” I said as I stroked my mom’s inner thighs, again encouraging her to relax completely.
Mom didn’t open her eyes or answer me. But mom’s moans changed from the previous suppressed intermittent muffled gasps to a continuous cry-like sound that sounded so exciting.
I pulled my cock completely out of mom’s pussy before I rammed it back in and burst into her. As soon as the head of my glans touched the opening of my vagina, mom began to make muffled “whimpering” noises. As our encounter deepened, the “ooohs” she was making changed to distinct “ahs”, and they got louder and louder until my penis reached the end of her vagina, and then she stopped making them.
When I advance slowly, mom’s whimpers and ahs are also slow, with relatively long “whimpers” and short “ahs”. When I push fast, my mom’s “ooohs” are much shorter, and sometimes you can’t hear them at all, it’s all loud “ahs”.
I thrust back and forth, fast and slow, enjoying mom’s plump flesh and her sometimes slow, sometimes urgent moans. The plopping sounds of my cock going in and out of mom, and with her pussy, provided a wonderful accompaniment to mom’s moans.
Standing up and fucking mom allows you to get a good view of the penis going in and out of mom’s pussy. Mom’s pussy had thick pubic hair, the labia majora pubic hair was not too thick but seemed to be extra thick and long.
The two pink labia minora were very visible on either side of mom’s vaginal opening. Mom’s labia minora should be considered small among women, unlike many women in pornographic pictures where they are two distinct pieces, like half of a thick wonton skin.
Mom’s vaginal opening was obstructed by interlocking folded vaginal walls, and whitish vaginal discharge, which roughly showed where the vaginal opening was, but the opening could not actually be seen. Only when the penis is inserted can the vagina be actually felt.
I had mom place her feet from side to side against my thighs standing against the side of the bed, and with one hand I peeled back the foreskin on her clit, and with one hand I gently slid it over her clit.
“Ah, ah,” Mom screamed. “What did you move? Move me so much.”
I didn’t answer mom and continued to stimulate her clit.
I’ve often seen pornographic pictures of women with unusually large clitorises, some as big as a pinky finger when erect. But mom’s clitoris was very small. Mom had let me take a close look at her genitals many times after I repeatedly begged her to do so, so I already knew.
Peeling back the foreskin of my mom’s clitoris, I could see that her clitoris was no bigger than a grain of rice.
Normally, when I fucked my mom in the man-on-top, woman-on-bottom position, I kept trying hard to try to stimulate her through her clit. However, I didn’t move a few times before mom had to pull away from her grasp, as if she didn’t want me to stimulate her clitoris. Probably the angle of stimulation was wrong and mom felt uncomfortable.
Standing and fucking my mom today allowed me for the first time to stimulate her clit while looking directly at her sex. Apparently, the stimulation was very effective today.
“Ah, ah,” Mom kept screaming. “That’s exciting. Where did you move me?”
“I’m stimulating mom’s clit. Is Mommy comfortable?”
“Oh, cozy.” Mom opened her eyes and owed her upper body to see how I was stimulating her clit.
“Why does it feel so good to move this place?” Mom asked as she watched, looking so innocent and cute.
“Because of the special concentration of nerves here, Mommy will be especially sensitive,” I told Mom.
“How do you know these things?”
“I read hard,” I said with a smile. “The books that tell about these things I, too, have shown mom. Didn’t mom refuse to read them?”
Mom reclined on her pillow. Hearing me say this, mom was obviously a little embarrassed and didn’t ask any further questions.
Mom and I had been having coitus for over an hour straight and I hadn’t ejaculated yet. Mom has had at least seven or eight orgasms. I myself was basically always on a pre-ejaculatory plateau. I could ejaculate in less than a minute if I wanted to. But the standing position allowed me to comfortably control mom as well as myself.
I inserted my penis in my mom’s vagina and squatted down slightly so that my penis tilted upward to stimulate the front wall of her vagina. Then, I crossed my toes slightly and pressed my penis under my hand again to stimulate the back wall of my vagina. Mom let out a violent moan as I stimulated her back and forth.
I rocked my hips slightly more from side to side, stimulating the left and right walls of my mom’s vagina.
Stimulation from side to side and back and forth once again pushed mom to successive orgasms.
When the orgasm subsided a little, Mom opened her eyes and opened her arms to me and said, “Mommy wants to kiss you.”
I leaned down and kissed my mom, my cock still in her pussy.
Mom wrapped her arms around me and kept kissing me, refusing to let go of me.
Mom’s and my tongues intertwined, pressing against each other, chasing, exploring deep into each other’s mouths.
Mom’s oral and verbal teasing of me catapulted my desire to cum. I tried to push Mom away. Mom refused to let go of me.
I felt about to cum. I told my mom, “Mom, this is too exciting, I’m afraid I’m going to cum.”
Mom immediately let go of me.
I pulled my cock out of my mom’s pussy, letting the urge to cum fall off a bit, and then plunged back into her pussy.
I stroked my mom’s breasts as I thrust.
Mom’s vagina was noticeably less slippery than earlier. When thrusting back and forth, the feeling of mom’s vaginal walls rubbing against the penis was very obvious. I felt very stimulated and comfortable.
I had been thrusting for about two minutes when mom said, “It’s not slippery now, it hurts a little. Come on out. I’ll move you with my hand and make you cum, okay?”
This was the first time mom offered to stimulate me to cum. Of course I was very happy.
Mom and I kept copulating back and forth for about two hours or so. Mom was probably a little tired, but she was obviously quick to pleasure and wanted to pleasure me as well. Mom knew that my libido would only calm down completely after I ejaculated.
Mom got out of bed and settled me into bed to lie down. Mom adjusted my pillows so that I was lying comfortably. Then mom laid her head sideways on my chest, one arm propped up on her own upper body and one hand up and down jerking the foreskin of my penis.
I was in a pre-ejaculation plateau for a long time and never ejaculated. By the time my mom had set me up on the bed, then laid on my breasts, and started to masturbate me, my cock had semi-softened and shrunk.
But mom has very good hand skills. Mom held my penis with her big finger and little finger and ring finger and jerked it up and down, while rubbing the glans and the urethral opening with her index and middle fingers back and forth constantly. Under mom’s skillful stimulation, the penis quickly revitalized again.
Usually when my mom masturbates me, I ejaculate within a few minutes. But today, for some reason, the desire to ejaculate didn’t rise as quickly as it usually does.
I looked up to see my mom’s head resting on my chest, her eyes locked on my cock. I felt very aroused.
Mom knows that I especially like to make her watch me cum. In the past, when I have asked my mom to masturbate for me and to watch me cum, she has always been reluctant to do so. Most of the time, in order to cope with me, she would look at me for a few moments after I repeatedly asked her to do so, but she would soon look away.
Today mom was obviously trying to make me happy and had been masturbating me by watching my cock.
Mom patiently stimulated me up and down. I began to feel a gradual surge of desire to cum.
“Slippery,” Mom said. As she said it, she continued to jerk up and down to stimulate my cock, rubbing the glans hard with her index and middle fingers.
When mom said I was slippery, she meant that there was an unending flow of penile lubrication from mom’s constant stimulation. Mom’s index finger stroked the glans and urethral opening back and forth, making me feel especially stimulated.
Lubricated by the glans lubricant, I just felt my mom’s index and middle fingers allowing me to slide them over the glans very comfortably. I could feel the distinct pressure from mom’s fingers that was very special.
The urge to ejaculate surged with another sustained slide. I told mom, “Gonna cum.”
Mom said, “I know you’re about to cum.” Mom had masturbated me often enough that she would have long ago been able to tell if I was about to cum based on the lubrication of my penis and the color of my glans. “Mom, I don’t want to cum now,” I begged Mom.
Mom turned back to me and gently whispered softly, “Don’t cum now, mom will make you comfortable for a little while longer.”
Mom is quite aware of my subtle sensations. Mom knows that this feeling of having to cum or not cum right now makes me feel the most comfortable.
Mom let go and leaned over to kiss me on the mouth for a while.
“Mom move me again,” I said. “Don’t let my ejaculation feel like it’s going down too much.”
Mom had been kissing me for like less than a minute before my cock was more than halfway flaccid.
Mom’s wonderful hands quickly re-conditioned the penis to be angry and tigerish, making it rigid and straight.
The foreskin of the re-straightened penis was covered with a scaly-like layer.
It was my mom’s vaginal secretions that had dried and crusted on my penis during my coitus with her earlier. The back and forth movement of mom’s hand, combined with the up and down movement of my penis, caused the crusted vaginal secretions to lift.
“It’s slipping up again,” Mom said softly.
I also felt the desire to cum start to rise. I wanted to cum this time and didn’t want to push back the desire to cum.
Still, I didn’t want to cum immediately. I held my mom’s back with my left hand and grabbed one of her big breasts with my right hand.
“Mom, don’t make me cum right away,” I said. “I want mom to let me cum slowly so that I can reach the highest orgasm possible.”
Mom spoke to me again like a child, “Okay, mom will let you reach the highest orgasm, okay?”
“Mom, you have to listen to me now,” I said.
“Whatever you want mommy to do, mommy will do,” mom’s tone was serious this time. “What do you want from mommy?”
“I caress my mom’s breasts like this. When I stroke it more, mom moves me more. If I move less, Mommy moves less. When I stop moving, Mommy must not move either.”
I said to my mom, who hmmm’d in agreement.
Mom used her legs and clamped just my left leg. I flared my right leg outward as far as I could.
A moment ago it was me who had all the control over mom, now it was mom who had all the control over me. The hold of Mom’s legs was holding me, Mom’s hands were grasping me, and Mom’s head was pressing down on me. But instead I felt incredibly free, feeling like I had lost my weight and was floating through the air.
I continued to tell mom, “When I stop moving, mom moves more and I pa cum. If mom doesn’t move enough, the urge to ejaculate decreases too much. I want mom to get me as close to the threshold of ejaculation as possible, but not over.”
Then, my mom and I debugged the feedback silent action between us.
Mom was very understanding and tried to do what I told her to do. I moderated Mom’s stimulation of me by fondling her breasts, but after all, Mom wasn’t myself, and she always moved a little slightly too much or not enough. When I stopped moving, she was always half a beat slower to stop.
However, instead of feeling any discomfort at these subtle movements of my mom’s that didn’t exactly match my intentions, I found them extraordinarily stimulating. Sometimes when mom was clearly overdoing it and was about to push me past the threshold of ejaculation, I let out a loud scream and mom stopped immediately. After a few seconds of stillness, mom carefully began to stimulate me again.
I yelled more and more frequently as the final orgasm approached.
“Going to cum?” Mom asked.
“How does mom know?”
“You’re all purple and slippery here,” Mom said. She was talking about the glans of my penis.
I grabbed my mom’s breasts and stopped making a sound as I felt the cum wash out.
Mom, apparently unaware that my ejaculation process had begun, continued to stroke her penis.
Jets of cum shot out. The first few globs of cum flew onto mom’s shoulders and most splashed down onto my chest and stomach.
Mom let out an “Aaah!” when her shoulder was hit with a shot of cum. Mom then continued to jerk my cock, squeezing the last few drops of my cum onto my belly.