I Could No More

The long years of taunts and innuendos that hinted of jealousy
Perplexed me for I knew of mom’s man-hating celibacy.

When the Craftman Philips-head flew
I heard reference to my ability to screw.

I knew without a doubt I could take no more
I pressed mom against the wall to let her know the score.

“A bit of hair” I offered, “would surely improve my aim”
She scoffed at my suggestion, “Have you no shame!”

Though leaving rebuffed and in a huff, outside I felt contentment
For, I had no longer had to hide my desire or my resentment.

With the words thus spoken, the thoughts thus placed
She and I had a sit-down and mom conceded I had a case

If it’s to bed me you desire, to wet your cock in mommy’s treasure
I insist on your attention to my simplest of pleasure.

Her warm, moist pussy, a fur baring delight
To my nose, my tongue, my eyes under the lamplight.

Locked in battle with a hand full of ass
When she pleaded for more, I thought, “I’m glad you asked!”

Twice, three times her sodden pussy quivered
Making me intoxicated, causing me to shiver

I held my position til her delirium faded
Hoping her heart had not become jaded

Her legs bid me welcome with her left hand on her thigh
Her right hand placed me to her, and inside her I did slid.

I pushed my length into her rejoicing in her groans
“Stick it deep! Stick it deep!” She pleaded, with lustful moans

Slowly stroking into her tight pussy, I whispered. “I need to own it!”
With her ass thrusting in concert, she replied “Then shoot you come into it!”

No longer could I wait, losing my sanity in my haste
Mama cried, “Come in me! Come in me! Give my pussy a taste!”