Finding Our Way Ch. 03

We went on like that for a few more minutes, both of us moaning at the quiet simplicity of the moment and the heat between us. Finally, Mom threw a slender leg over me, and mounted me. We both gasped into the kiss.

I loved having my mother in the woman-astride position. Usually, she would bounce and writhe and throw her hair around like a wild black-haired Amazonian. The position (like most positions, I have to admit) inspired all kinds of dirty talk, which I'd come to enjoy deeply.

But this time was different. First she ground down onto my pelvic bone, kissing me. She put her hands on either side of my head, and pushed herself up so her breasts were dangling and her hair formed a curtain around our heads like it had done the second time we'd ever had sex. She looked me in the eyes, shaking slightly – with emotion or with strain at holding my entire girth deep in her abdomen, I couldn't say for sure – and said, "I love you, Kevin." Her cunt squeezed with inspirational might.

"Uhhh!" was all that came out of my mouth.

She released some of the pressure, lowered herself to kiss me again and then said again, "I love you so much. Do you understand?"

I slid my hands up her thighs to her hips, up her waist, along her rib cage, up to the leaves of her back and pulled her down to me for another kiss. "Of course I understand, Mom. I love you too."

She let her hips rise and fall slowly. "I mean it. I'm in love with you."

"I know. I'm in love with you too."

"I want to be with you – to make love with you – for the rest of my life."

"This is the only bed I want to be in. You're the only woman I want to sleep with."

She rose and fell again, and her grip was so tight that I was unable to speak. She picked up the pace for a moment, but then deliberately slowed back down. "I don't care about other women, as long as they're good to you; good for you; don't make us sick. As long as you continue to come back to me. UHHH!" I'd reached up and pinched both nipples at the same time. "As long as you keep loving me! OH GOD, KEVIN!"

Neither of us said much more. We stared into each other's eyes, and went slowly. She rubbed my chest, and sometimes her own as she moved with strength and deliberate care on my pole. My hands were on her hips some times. Sometimes I grabbed her hard little ass or her soft round breasts, but neither of us used words. We grunted and groaned with exertion and pleasure, but the hour or so that my mother sat astride me was a loving time.

When we came, she collapsed on top of me, and lay there with my cock still inside her. Her hair was splayed out across my chest and neck. I rubbed her ass, and throbbed as the last spurts of my spunk made their way. She cooed in our comfortable connection, and we fell asleep like that for a while.

It was only gift number one of three, and it was indeed a gift that would keep on giving.

The End of "Chapter Three: College, man!"

Next will be, "Chapter Four: Real World Holidays