The inevitable post-orgasmic crash came to Adrian, except for one thing: his penis still remained erect in her juicy pussy. He was temporarily too wiped out to use it, though. In fact, he squeezed Brenda in a tight hug and started to cry.
Brenda had been flying up to seventh heaven, but his crying disturbed her greatly. "Aidy! My Pooh Bear! What's wrong?!" She ran a hand through his hair, hoping to calm him.
"Nothing's wrong. I'm happy! So happy! I'm a motherfucker! At long last!"
She let out a big sigh of relief, as she realized that he truly was crying out of happiness. She lifted up his head a bit so she could look him in the eyes, and then kissed him on his forehead. "I'm happy too. You ARE a motherfucker. And I'm a very proud son fucker. I've never been so happy. If you don't stop crying, I'm gonna start crying too. Oops, too late."
She began to cry tears of joy, just like his. She was greatly relieved that they'd finally done the deed. She'd worried that something would go wrong at the last minute, such as her son having such a case of nerves that he wouldn't be able to get it up. She'd also worried that she might not be doing the right thing in allowing him to fuck her. Even after weeks of daily phone calls with Susan, who kept extolling in very graphic and intimate detail just how great incest was, Brenda still couldn't completely forget all the taboos that the schools and churches had taught her, that incest was wrong and a sin. She also had some extra doubt because Alan was adopted and not Susan's biological son, whereas Adrian was her own genetic offspring.
However, now all the doubts that had preyed upon her fled from her mind. It wasn't just the great pleasure that influenced her. Even though she was a terribly spoiled woman, she deeply loved her son and was willing to forego all sexual pleasure for herself, if it was necessary to save her son. The change that came over him convinced her that she was doing the right thing. She could see his confidence and pride growing just as quickly and clearly as air filling up a balloon.
She thought, I may not have been a good mother... Hell, I know I haven't been a good mother. I've been left on my own with just Anika to guide me, and she doesn't know what she's doing either, since she never had kids of her own. But maybe I can make up for my failures with sex. Lots and lots and LOTS of sex! Maybe that'll make my Pooh Bear whole again and help heal his wounds. He's like a battered wife, afraid of his own shadow. He needs victories and success. Fucking his mother into orgasmic submission every day will give him endless success and keep a smile on his face!
She sighed with deep contentment. Susan is right: not only is incest not morally wrong, I have a moral IMPERATIVE to give myself, intimately, lovingly and willingly, to my son! It's what good mommies do! Good mommies need to get FUCKED! We're son-loving cum dumps, who live to drain their son's balls every single day!
Smiling from ear to ear, she asked, "Did you know I came at the same time you did?"
"You did? Really?! YES!" He pumped a fist into the air. "Take THAT, Alan!"
She laughed, "Now, now. Let's not have any of that. This is OUR special time, so promise not to mention his name again tonight, okay?"
"Yes, Ma." But he was riding such a great emotional buzz that no mention of Alan could get him down. "NOW, I get it. They say losing your virginity makes you a man, and now I feel like a man! I feel like I could conquer the world! ... Did you really cum with me? You're not just saying that?"
"Aidy," she purred lovingly, "I'll never fake an orgasm with you, or lie about one." She smiled seductively. "For one thing, you'll find out that I don't have to. My body is built to cum extremely easily, and my pussy juices flow like you wouldn't believe. A very wise woman I know has this theory... well, that's not important." She decided that now was not the time to delve into explaining Susan's Big Tits Theory. "My point is, when we have sex, you don't have to worry about 'am I good enough?' with me, because you'll always be good enough. As you'll discover, I'm extremely easy to please. So you can just have fun and explore."
"Really?"
"Really. It's true. Some women have a hard time cumming. They could fuck for hours and still not cum a single time. I've heard that some even have a hard time getting sufficiently lubricated, if you can believe that!" Brenda herself found that very difficult to believe, and since Adrian had no intimate experience with other women, so did he. "But with me, you merely play with my nipples for a couple of minutes, and I'm ready to pop."
"Wow!"
She started to take off the rest of her French maid outfit, even though her son was still lying on top of her. "For instance, now. I couldn't help but notice that you're still in me, and you're still hard. But before you start thrusting into me again, why not just root around a little bit? Churn your cock about down there like it's a spoon in a jar of peanut butter and see what happens."
"Hmmm. Like this? Oh yeah! Awesome!" He loved the sensation of just churning around and poking in and out a little bit. Then he remembered his manners and asked, "How are YOU feeling about all this, Momma?"
"Son, I died and went to heaven tonight! You are my son, my ONLY son! You and I have a special bond that nobody else in this world will ever understand or be able to duplicate. Nobody! And let me tell you, as a mother, there's nothing like the joy of getting fucked by your own son! You came from that hole and now you're going back in it. It feels so right!"
Adrian had to pause for a few moments to contemplate that. "Wow. That's trippy. What a concept."
"Momma's body is here for you. Whatever you want. A titfuck? A blowjob? Anal sex? Anything! My arms are open wide for you, and my legs are too. Anytime, anywhere, my body is ready to serve you. That's what good mommies do." She sounded a lot like Susan, because she'd internalized Susan's ideas and even her lingo.
"But what about-"
"Ssssh!" She laid a finger across his lips, as she finished wiggling out of her uniform. "I said no mentioning his name tonight. Don't even think about him. This isn't about him; it's all about you and me. And I will never deny you, as much as humanly possible. If you find yourself in dire sexual need, call me and I'll come running. I really will. You have no idea how much joy you bring me, every single day. During this divorce of mine, there were times when I felt so down, like a complete failure. You're what kept me going through my darkest hours."
She continued, "Sure, I gained lots of money, but it's true what they say, that money can't buy happiness. You're worth much more to me than any fortune. So, son of mine, why are we just talking, when your cock is both hard AND inside me? Fuck me good!"
"Okay!" Her words lifted his spirits greatly. In particular, the idea that he could have sex with her as much as he wanted intoxicated him to the point that he actually felt dizzy.
Since he was already in her, he simply started thrusting while remaining on top of her.
Then she asked, "What are you doing with your hands? What are they doing on each side of me, like you're afraid to touch me? Why not put them on my tits?"
"Oh my God! I can do that? Hey! I CAN do that!" He laughed with glee as he planted both hands on her meaty boobs. "You don't mind if I kind of put my weight there to get some leverage?"
"Of course not. I'm not made out of glass. Go for it!"
As he thrust in and out, he thought, This is the greatest day of my life! So AWESOME! I mean, the physical pleasure is way out of this world - my dick feels so good that I could do this for a year non-stop! But that's not even the half of it. My mother really, truly loves me! She loves me! Talk about darkest hours, where would I be without her? She's the one bright spot in my miserable life. The ONLY good thing. But that's gonna change. I'm gonna change. She's making me feel so good that I feel like I can do anything!
Brenda purred, "Feel good?"
"Oh man! It's like... beyond words!" His heart was still beating wildly, but it was all good because his fear was gone.
"Well, as good as you feel, you're gonna feel even better. I know you've read a lot of erotic stories on the Internet. I have too. You know how the stories talk about the guy cumming quickly the first time and then being able to last a lot longer after that?"
"Yeah?" Then it hit him that he was in that position at this very moment. "Oh, YEAH! All right!"
He started thrusting harder, making it more difficult for her to talk. But still she forced herself to gasp out, "Don't give in! Hold out as long as you can! Then it'll be better for both of us!"
"Okay!" He thought, Ma's been so great to me. She's the only one who really loves me. Well, her and Anika. I'm gonna hold out forever, until she passes out with sheer pleasure! I wanna give her the BEST orgasm ever! I can do it! I know I can!
It had been a long time since he had felt so inspired and optimistic about anything. He'd been thoroughly beaten down by the school bullies long before he'd ever heard of Alan.