Confession Ch. 02

Then the hot water hit my shoulder and stung like crazy. My mother saw me wince and in both mother and lover mode almost cried when she noticed what she had done to my shoulder. It was then I realized she was not unscathed as well. Her lips swollen, the bottom one split, from our passion. Bruises all over her torso from how I had pushed her into the positions I wanted. Her droopy tits particularly battered by my grip as I used them as my reigns. The lips of her sex swollen, daggling between her legs maintaining her freshly fucked look. When we left the shower she insisted in pouring iodine all over my shoulder and then turned me to dab more on my ass. Her nails had not so much scratched me as dug a multitude of holes as she gripped and re-gripped maintaining me deep within her.

When we returned to the bed, it was a shambles. Blood stains everywhere, the towels a mess. Fortunately, although blankets and sheets were stained, the mattress remained clean. We changed the bedding. You would think that we would have been through with each other, having enough for the moment, but that was not the case. Putting new towels on the bed my mother once again lay on top of them, her legs spread wide indicating her needs. I understood what she wanted. I slid, with her guidance, once again into her warmth, but this time with a gentleness that we had hitherto not indulged. I began to kiss her, for a moment, she winced, pain caused by her split lip, but it was soon forgotten, as our necking continued. Although my cock was imbedded in her welcoming cunt, this was more of a series of kisses than a fucking. Once again, she went out of her way to tell me how much she was enjoying being cocked while we kissed. We lay there for hours, some time fighting the urge to fuck, so we could prolong the deep loving that was bonding us together. I finally fell out of her as we went to sleep entangled in each other's arms. A few hours later, I awoke for a moment, pulled a blanket over us, re-cocked her, and nestled against her warm sensual being, falling back to sleep.

With a night like that, and quite honestly many other loving nights over the next few years, you can imagine my surprise when a few years later my mother cheated on me.