Chapter 2

I dreaded venturing out to the kitchen the next morning, fearing Mom and Dad would repeat their mating ritual while I’d have to wait in my room. Noticing that Mom had dressed in her regular clothes caught me by surprise. “Weren’t they going to try again today?” I wondered, hoping that was the case.

Dad showed up earlier than normal, but Mom didn’t include a blue pill with his vitamins. Once we finished, Dad rose and announced he was leaving for work.

Mom sternly stated, “Remember, John. A half day today. Be home by four.”

“Yes, Nicole. I wouldn’t miss it for anything. See you two later.”

That’s why there was no blue pill. They were planning an evening of sex. It looked like I’d be in my room an hour or two later on, while they took care of business. After we cleared the table, Mom suggested with a hopeful smile, “Let’s go for a walk and a jog. The weather’s perfect, and it’d be great to enjoy some fresh air together.” “Sure, Mom. Looks hot out there. We’ll work up a sweat,” I noted.

“Don’t wear your heavy clothes,” she suggested. “You’ll overheat. If you have a pair of Nike shorts that aren’t soiled, use those.” She smiled with a mischievous smirk, referencing the laundry event.

We headed to our rooms to change and fortunately, I found clean running shorts. I completed my outfit with a mesh tank top. Meeting Mom at the door, my eyes immediately shot to her bare, sexy thighs on display. She was clad in a short pleated tennis skirt and a tight tank top. Evidently, she wore a sports bra underneath as her tits were smashed tightly to her chest. I had no idea that she’d ever played tennis.

Noting my leering, she smiled and asked, “Do you like my outfit? I haven’t played since high school. A little tight but not bad after so many years.” She twirled around, allowing her skirt to fly up, briefly exposing her white thighs.

Trying not to stare too long, I looked up and remarked, “It looks great, Mom. It should keep you cool. Let’s head out.”

We alternated between jogging and walking for several miles before turning around to return home. Not more than a block away from our house, Mom stopped to tie her shoe. After she finished, she reached over and pulled on my shoestring, untying it.

Jumping up, she giggled and dashed away, yelling, “Race you home, slowpoke.”

“Hey, no fair.” Quickly tying my shoe, I ran after her. Her short skirt blew up, revealing her light blue panties. Shortly after, I saw her stop and drop to the ground, her legs pointing straight out. She leaned over and massaged her left calf.

Rushing to find out what was wrong, I noticed her top had risen, exposing several inches of her bare back. Mom looked up and blushed, commenting, “It’s just a leg cramp. Guess I’m too far out of shape to do long runs. Good thing we’re close to home.”

She rubbed her lower leg to relieve her pain. Sitting up, she moved her hands to the ground to support herself. Her pleading look was all the invitation I needed. Kneeling, I cautiously reached out to massage her cramped calf. This was the first time I’d touched my mother’s bare leg and it sent shivers through me as I stroked her firm flesh.

She lowered herself gently to the ground to lay flat on her back. A soft smile formed on her face as she closed her eyes while I pampered her.

Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, smooth and slippery to the touch. With my left hand, I gently slipped under her knee, lifting her lower leg off the ground. Once her knee was raised a foot off the ground, I began massaging her calf with my right hand, tracing the firm contours of her muscles. She brought her arm up to her face, shading her eyes from the sun.

My gaze remained focused on her exposed legs once I knew she wasn’t observing my actions. Carefully and gently, I raised her knee higher while continuing to stroke her leg. Catching movement, I saw her short skirt fall to her groin when her upper leg was nearly perpendicular to the ground.

Quickly looking to see if Mom had noticed, I sighed in relief at seeing her arm still in place. My eyes traveled down her body. Her covered breasts rose and fell at a faster pace than just a few minutes earlier. “Was she becoming excited from having her son feel her leg?” I asked myself, hoping that was the case.

Confident she wasn’t aware of my leering, I focused on her upright exposed thigh. Toned to perfection, it thickened near her groin. Her flesh, rarely exposed to the sun, appeared creamy-white and satin-smooth, exuding perfection.

The overwhelming temptation to caress her succulent limb increased the longer I gazed. My hands and mouth battled for who would want to caress her tasty treat first. My mind overrode any aggressive inclinations, not wanting to break the mood.

Her bunched-up skirt lay heaped an inch or two below the bottom of her panties. My prick became uncomfortably stiff, obscenely pushing out the front of my running shorts but I wasn’t willing to take a chance and remove my hands to adjust myself.

A lecherous thought echoed in my mind, “If you spread her legs a few inches, you’d expose her panty-clad pussy.” Focusing on her covered eyes to ensure I wasn’t overstepping any boundaries, I gently pushed her knee outward while intensifying my stroking.

Not encountering any resistance when I moved her leg to the side, I felt her knee voluntarily shift forward at the same time. I couldn’t believe my luck that she helped me spread her legs apart. Clearing her throat, I returned my focus to her covered face.

“Oh, Chad. That feels wonderful. The pain is almost gone. Just a few more minutes and I’ll be ready to continue,” she mewed.

That was my cue. Plenty of time to gawk at Mom’s crotch. Confident she wouldn’t uncover her eyes, I looked to see if I had been successful in uncovering more of her panties. As my gaze lowered, I noticed her top had risen above the bottom of her ribs. Her sweaty, sunken stomach heaved up and down—her breathing shallow and rapid. Finally reaching my target, my cock lurched at the sight before me.

Most of her blue panties were on display. It was clearly evident Mom wasn’t clean-shaven as her mound of crinkly fur pushed up against the thin material. Her raised, stretched-out thigh caused her panties to pull tightly against her groin, allowing a few errant pussy hairs to escape from the leg of her thin underwear.

“What would be the consequence of my mouth feasting on her furry treasure?” I wondered, fantasizing about face-planting her pussy. I dearly wanted to demonstrate that I was better than our washing machine. Discarding that thought, I wondered if I should risk lowering my hand to feel her firm thigh.

“How lucky was I that circumstances had led to the point where I was leering at my Mom’s uncovered, sexy groin?” I asked myself. Looking around, I noticed we were shielded from our neighbor’s windows by hedges. Thankfully, our street rarely experienced much traffic; otherwise, I’m certain someone would have notified the authorities as it would appear that I was assaulting a woman jogger.

“Wait. This wasn’t luck, Mom had planned it,” I argued to myself. Added to everything else, her leg had no telltale knot from a cramp. She had spread her legs out submissively like an animal in heat, for her son, no less.

Then it hit me, she was getting herself worked up, anticipating Dad’s arrival. Evidently, it was another method to facilitate conceiving. She obviously picked a public venue, fearing I might try to take advantage of her if she performed this stunt at home. She was most definitely correct on that assumption.

She used me as a marital aid. Most men would probably sulk and feel taken advantage of under similar circumstances but not me. I was overwhelmingly pleased that I was the object of her arousal. It was much better than if she sought out a complete stranger. Additionally, my greatest desire was to make Mom as happy as she could be. The rewards from her flirting made up for whatever ulterior motives she had.

As I thought about what actions I should take, I completely forgot about massaging Mom’s leg. Having stopped my pretense at relieving her pain, she brought her leg in and lowered it. “How could I have blown it so bad?” I chastised myself for not continuing my caressing. I looked up to see Mom remove her arm, positioning herself to rise.

A quick glance at her crotch confirmed my suspicions that her skirt once again concealed her panties. Standing up to help her off the ground, I realized her gaze would pass by my tented shorts as I pulled her off the ground. She held her hands out so I could assist her. There was no escaping the inevitable but she was the cause of it, so I didn’t feel too bad as I held her wrists and assisted her off the ground.

She couldn’t help but notice my hard-on as I hoisted her up. Once off the ground, she sexily smirked, acknowledging she had noticed my excited condition. Afraid she was going to reprimand me, I was relieved when she said, “Thanks, Chad. It feels a lot better now. It’s not even a block more. I’ll lean on you the rest of the way home.”

“Sure, Mom. Happy to help.” She leaned into me as she wrapped her arm around my waist. Reciprocating, my hand found bare flesh when I reached around to hold her. Gripping her waist below her ribcage, I pulled her tightly as we walked the remaining distance.

She maintained close to me, causing her bare legs to frequently brush against mine. The feel of her bare midriff pressed against my body resulted in my prick remaining at full staff. For the rest of the distance, Mom frequently glanced at my stiff pole, pointing the way home.

After we entered our house, she released me and unconvincingly limped off to her bedroom. Before she closed her door, she yelled, “Let’s shower. We really reek after that workout.”

While soaping up my stiff prick, I thought about whacking off a load. Thinking back to how Mom didn’t mention my aroused state, I decided to hold off. I enjoyed being the focus of her flirtations and remaining hard around her increased my excitement. It was still early, but the heat made heavy clothes unbearable after my shower. I slipped into a pair of shorts and my robe before heading to the living room. Mom sat on the couch, cloaked in a yellow sundress I’d never seen her wear before. It hugged her curves perfectly, displaying the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra. It was the first time I’d seen her without one and I couldn’t avert my gaze from her breasts. Instead of hard points pushing out the material, it appeared as if she had some sort of added padding attached to the top of her breasts. There was a faint outline that looked like a small stick. I found it hard to wrap my head around the idea that Mom might be into nipple rings.

She patted a spot beside her indicating where I should sit. After settling in, she leaned into me while we watched TV, resting her head on my chest. This allowed me to lustfully ogle her exposed legs. Wrapping my arm around her, I held her while we watched a comedy.

She drifted off to sleep as I stroked her arm. The sound of the garage door opening jolted us from our cozy reverie of comfortable cuddling. She rose first, holding her arms out to pull me off the couch. Once standing, she hugged me, pressing her braless, meaty breasts into my chest. Moving her face near mine, her lustful eyes locked onto my gaze as her sensuous lips neared mine.

My prick pointed straight up, pressed against my stomach. I hugged her tightly, pulling her into me, my hard cock wedged against her lower stomach. Her eyes widened when she felt my stiffened presence. Near enough to feel her hot breath, she whispered, “Thank you so much for taking such good care of me today. I don’t know what I would have done without you. I love you so much.”

Leaning in, she pressed her hot lips to mine. Fear gripped me, realizing that she was purposely and passionately kissing her son—with the danger of her husband, my father, coming in at any moment. Her tongue ran across my lips as we kissed open-mouthed. As the door clicked open, Mom turned around to greet Dad as he entered.

Their quick, dispassionate kiss couldn’t compare to the one she had planted on me seconds earlier. Knowing that Mom treated me better than my lucky father helped to subdue my jealousy toward him.

Before I could retreat to my room to change into regular clothes, Mom insisted, “You two sit there and relax. I’m going to treat my favorite men to a fantastic meal.”

Halfway through dinner, the phone interrupted our conversation. Dad rose to answer and soon after moved to the living room so he could talk in private. Mom excused herself to her room while we waited for Dad.

It wasn’t two minutes later until he returned to the dining room. “That was work. I was afraid something like this would happen. A server crashed earlier and they’re going to need my help after all. Your Mom’s not going to like it. Let her know I should be back within an hour.”

“Sure. No problem, Dad. Hope everything works out.” I replied.

“How rushed was he?” I wondered to myself. It wouldn’t have taken that long to walk down the hall to explain it to Mom. I suspected he feared it would evolve into a lengthy confrontation if he tried.

He pulled out his cell phone, hesitated, and asked. “Chad, I do have one problem. I didn’t plug this thing in today and its charge is low. Could I use your phone in case I break down? And plug mine in while I’m gone?”

“Sure, Dad. Just a sec,” I replied.

Grabbing his phone, I dashed to my room and quickly replaced mine with his on the charging pad by my computer. I barely made it out to catch him at the door leading to the garage.

“I haven’t changed the security settings. It’s still your code, so you should be good,” I informed him.

“Thanks, Chad. Say goodbye to your mother for me,” he said, his voice tinged with urgency.

Mom walked out just as the garage door finished closing. “Did your father just leave?” she asked, her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity.

“An emergency came up at work. He said he’d be back in an hour,” I explained, carefully omitting my irritation at him not notifying her. I added, “It must have been pretty serious—he didn’t waste any time heading out.”

She didn’t seem as upset as I expected, though this wasn’t the first time Dad had to rush off to work unexpectedly. Without having to worry about him catching me, it was easier to secretly stare at Mom’s braless tits pressed tightly against her fabric.

Several times while my eyes were glued to her top, Mom quickly looked in my direction catching me. Without mentioning my illicit behavior, she flashed me one of her sexy smirks and carried on with our conversation. My thoughts switched to the steamy kiss we had enjoyed less than an hour earlier. “Did she harbor the same lust, or was it her way of ramping up for their scheduled sexual liaison?” I asked myself, hoping she shared my feelings.

Close to an hour passed when Mom announced she’d wait in her room for Dad. I retired to mine, eagerly looking forward to surfing some mom-son porn. After a quick search, I found a video that featured a woman resembling Mom. I quickly shed my robe and shorts to immerse myself in the video.

Several minutes later, I heard Dad’s phone vibrate. I shook it to wake it up and noticed it was a message from Mom. Unlocking it, the subject line immediately caught my attention.

She wrote, “Hurry home, dear. I’m waiting.”

Opening up the message, an attached selfie of Mom, cloaked in a thin, white nightie filled the screen. One of her hands held a selfie stick while the other cupped her scantily-clad, braless tit. She sat in the middle of their bed, her long, bare legs stretched out in front of her.

Memories from our jogging experience came rushing back to me as I stared at her exposed, toned body. Her sexy smile conveyed her horny condition. Her dark-brown nipples pushed out the thin material in the same manner as her dress had earlier. Precum oozed from my tip as I stroked to the sexy image of my mother.

She wasn’t privy to the fact that Dad had switched phones with me. I couldn’t answer her; otherwise, both would know I had seen Mom’s risque message. Setting his phone onto the pad, I decided silence would be the best course of action.

Hearing it vibrate again, I hesitated to see what I would find this time, but my curiosity won. It was a text from me. Normally, that would throw me off, but the phone switch was still fresh on my mind. Dad had my cell so he must be text messaging from mine.

He wrote, “Chad, it looks like it’s going to take a little longer. Let your mother know it’s going to be at least another hour. Thanks, Dad.” “What a predicament,” I thought, a wave of angst building within me. Answering him would mean admitting that I had seen Mom’s picture and chosen not to notify anyone. Once again, I decided silence was the safest choice. Continuing to stroke my rock-hard cock, it wasn’t five more minutes before the phone chimed another alert—another note from Mom, the subject line reading, “Honey, it’s getting hot in here.”

There was no way I could ignore her message. I tapped it open and my jaw dropped, seeing that Mom had lowered her nightie to her waist. It was the first time I had seen her bare breasts and they were as perfect as I had fantasized—full and perky, standing up proudly, Her fingers from her free hand locked onto one of her hard nipples. Her other nub jutted out and if my cock didn’t demand immediate attention, I would’ve enlarged the picture as her nipples appeared to be a different shape than any I’ve seen.

My stroking accelerated as I punished my slick prick. It had never been so hard. This was far better than any porn video. I was nearing eruption when an email notification flashed on my computer screen at the same time the phone vibrated with another message. Seeing the email originated from Dad, I relinquished stroking my shaft to read his note.

He wrote, “Chad, I haven’t had any luck contacting you or Nicole on your phones. I’m writing to you from my email account at work. Our situation has deteriorated and I’ll be delayed another hour or two. Let your Mom know, and hopefully, she won’t be too upset with me. Send me confirmation of this message, so I don’t have to worry any longer. Dad.”

This could work. If I answered Dad, no one would know I’d been looking at his phone. I hastily replied to his email, telling him I received it. After ensuring it was dispatched, I checked his phone to see if he tried to contact me there too.

Another text had arrived from Mom with the subject line, “Starting without you!”

Opening up her message, my hand immediately wrapped around my hard prick to soothe its suffering. Another selfie popped up–her legs splayed open while she lay flat on the bed. Her nightie had been removed—her entire luscious body on display. My earlier observation was confirmed as I gawked at her hairy pussy. Her free hand cupped her mound with her two middle fingers lodged into her glistening slot.

Her perky, full breasts jutted upward on her chest, capped by engorged, dark-brown nipples. I’ve never seen such an alluring, sexy woman. Her wide smile and sparkling eyes conveyed her sexual anguish. She was primed and ready for Dad, completely unaware that he was stuck at work.

My jealousy turned to pity for Dad. He didn’t know what he was missing. Maybe if I would have forwarded Mom’s message to him, he would have returned. “Did I intentionally not tell him, hoping he wouldn’t come home?” I asked myself, immediately knowing the answer.

Seeing the sexual frustration on Mom’s beautiful face, I decided to cease stroking and notify her about Dad. If I waited too long, it might look suspicious. Throwing on my robe, I opened my door and walked out to the hall. The cool air slammed into me, chilling my sweaty body. I must have significantly raised the temperature in my room due to my sexual lust. My prick softened with the sudden temperature change.

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. Heading out to the garage door, I opened and slammed it shut. I reasoned that she’d hear it, dress, and come out to greet Dad, thinking it’s him arriving home. When she wouldn’t find him, I’d explain to her that I went out to the garage to check on something, before relaying Dad’s message to her. She’d return to her room, disappointed and I’d be able to retreat to my room to whack off to Mom’s images.

Minutes passed by with no sound from their room. Unable to avoid the inevitable, I made my way down the hall. As I neared their door, my mind reminded me that the right thing to do would be to knock and bring her up-to-date with Dad’s message. My shaft grew stiff again, replaying the nude image of Mom. My plan immediately shifted. If I were to open her door and accidentally see her nude body sprawled out, I’d stammer out an apology and quickly exit.

Slowly turning the knob, I anticipated a scream when I entered. Silence greeted me and before the door was fully open, I heard her muffled, raspy voice.

“Hurry, sweetie. I’m so horny that I’m ready to cum without you,” she begged, her voice filled with lust and urgency. “When I heard the garage door close, I slipped on my blindfold, ready to completely engage in our role-playing.”

Fully inside their room, my eyes widened as I stared at my nude Mom. My cock jumped to full attention and turned rock-hard. In person, her body was much hotter than in the text photos. Gasping in a breath of air, I quickly looked to see if she heard me. She didn’t say anything, building my confidence. I chastised myself for almost giving away my identity.

Perched on her knees with her ass high in the air, she had prepared herself for a doggy-style fuck. Her elbows, dug into the bed, supported her torso, causing her breasts to hang down. Her hands gently cradled her masked head, resting on her pillow. My eyes locked onto her hairy pussy, framed between her widely spread legs. Her slit, wet with her juices, begged for attention. It was an invitation meant for Dad’s cock, not mine. It wasn’t too late. I could apologize and salvage the situation.

My steel-hard, upright cock disagreed. It stuck out my robe drawing me to my ultimate dream.

Mom interrupted my leering, as she muttered, “Don’t say anything. I don’t want your voice knocking me out of my fantasy.” She inhaled, before stammering, “Who do you want me to be tonight, honey? Your hot office assistant, Louise?”

I had never met Dad’s secretary so I couldn’t even picture who she was talking about, but Mom must have known her.

“How about my sister, Marie? Is that who you want me to be?” she asked, her voice insinuating that Dad had a crush on my aunt.

“Was Dad interested in his sister-in-law?” I asked myself, but couldn’t blame him as she was pretty hot.

“I know what we both want and crave. You want to fuck your mother, don’t you?” she asked, rhetorically.

Grandma wasn’t bad looking, but the mentioning of a son fucking his mom caused my prick to lewdly bounce.

“Okay, sweetie. Let’s roll with it,” Mom croaked. “You’re playing Chad and about to fuck your mother, me, for the first time. Ever since you told me he’s a virgin, it’s my favorite fantasy, fucking my innocent son.”

I involuntarily moaned as my cock ached and throbbed. I couldn’t believe my ears. I figured Dad had revealed my secret but to know she fantasized about me sent me over the top. I wrapped my hand around my cock, squeezed hard, and bent it from side to side, trying to relieve my painful erection.

In my mind, I knew I should have turned around and run out of the room, instead, I shucked off my robe, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. As if drawn to her like a moth to light, I Inched closer until I was inches away from her rounded ass.

Sensing the heat of my body near hers, she urged, “Time to begin, sweetie. Remember, you’re Chad, seeing his nude mother for the first time. Take it slow and run your hands up your mother’s legs like you’ve done in your dreams.”

My arms extended with a mind of their own until my fingertips lightly touched her flesh. It was soft, very warm, and smooth. I traced my tips up and down the backs of her upper legs, relishing in the feel of her skin. Spreading my fingers out, I wrapped my hands around her muscles and squeezed, explored another inch, and squeezed again.

“That’s it, baby. Get a good feel of your mother’s legs,” she encouraged me. “Play with them all you want. Mommy loves your hands touching her.”

After exploring every square inch of her succulent thighs, my hands cupped her round ass cheeks and dug my fingers into her spongy buns.

“You like Mommy’s soft ass, don’t you?” she asked. “Slap my cheeks and watch them jiggle. Not too hard, though, baby.”

My palm landed on one cheek which brought out a moan from her. I repeated with the other before grabbing both of them and kneading them as if they were dough. Pulling them apart, her rosebud came into view, but my eyes skimmed past that and locked onto her hairy pussy.

While holding onto one cheek, my other hand cupped her hairy mound. Spreading my fingers, I grabbed tufts of fur and gently pulled.

“Do you like Mommy’s hairy pussy, baby?” she asked, gasping as I squeezed and played with her puffy mound. “Feel how turned on I am. My pussy lips are swollen and wet thinking about your prick.”

My fingers slid across her outer labia before sliding inside her hot hole. She was soaked, her slot tight. I pumped in and out with two fingers several times before pulling them out and licking them clean. My first pussy juice and it was from my mother.

“Drag your cock through my slit and oil it up. It’s time you fucked your first pussy—your mother’s pussy,” she pleaded, gasping loudly.

A warning rang out in my mind, “There’s still time to stop this nonsense before you go too far. She’s your mother, for Christ’s sake.”

Ignoring myself, I gripped the base of my cock and ran my spongy head up and down her juicy slit. It felt heavenly, so slick and hot. The length of my prick was soon covered with a layer of pussy juice.

“Quit teasing me. Stick it in and shove your cock into mommy’s pussy,” she begged.

I held my breath as I attempted to push my fat, mushroom-shaped head past her outer lips. Stopping abruptly, it didn’t seem possible. Thinking my aim was off and I was at her other hole, I stopped. Reaching down, I re-inserted two fingers into her slot. Confirming it was the right place, I reasoned that I just wasn’t pushing hard enough.

Placing my spongy tip directly where it should be, I swirled it around her outer labia in a circular motion with the guidance of my fingers. Positive it was in the right area, I removed my hand and flexed my hips, shoving hard. Pop! I was in. Both of us gasped as her ring of muscles snapped back into place, locking my helmeted cap inside her pulsating slot.

Slowly, I began to descend into my mother’s forbidden cave. Three inches in and I panicked. “Full stop! Jesus, this was a lot different than I thought it would be,” I exclaimed to myself. Her pussy was searing hot and very snug, tighter than my hand had ever been able to do while masturbating.

Her pussy quivered and squeezed along my length. It felt like a dozen fingers were alternately squeezing my hard shaft. I moved in another inch, pulled back to her entrance, and shoved in again. Her pussy was like a vacuum, trying to suck in more of my turgid tube.

“Fuck! That feels good!” Mom exclaimed. “Your big prick is splitting me open. My walls are stretching for you, baby. Savor the feeling of your first fuck.”

Her egging me on and the pleasurable stimulation was more intense than I thought possible. I had to think of something else before I blew my load. Running through the ramifications of being prosecuted for fucking my own mother caused more than enough angst to stall my excitement.

No longer in fear of ejaculating, I continued fucking the first several inches of her snug snatch. She groaned as I felt her tight canal adjust to accommodate my girth.

“Jesus! You’re bigger and harder than ever. Fuck me hard, sweetie. I need your dick deep in me when you release,” Mom screeched.

Wondering how fast I should push my prick into her, Mom answered my thoughts when she suddenly shoved her hips backward at the same time I thrust in. Her soft ass cheeks smashed against my stomach as my cock buried itself to the hilt. She wailed in delight, finally having engulfed my entire cock. Instinctively, I reached out and held onto her waist, slid my prick back to her entrance before jamming it deeply into her velvety pussy.

I involuntarily groaned in pleasure, loud enough for her to hear. I wondered if she’d recognize it wasn’t Dad, but when she gasped out another groan, I figured she wasn’t paying attention to me. Increasing my stroking, my breathing rapidly increased. Holding her hips in place, I pummeled her tight, wet pussy.

Suddenly, I slid in and out easier as hot, slick fluid bathed my cock. Her pussy quivered and contracted, as she screamed, “Fuck! I’m cumming on my son’s cock. It feels so fucking good!”

I couldn’t believe that I made a woman cum with my first fuck–-and it was my mother. My strokes became erratic and jerky as her pussy convulsed around my shaft. When I felt her relax, I slowed, wondering if I should pause and allow her to recover.