Let Your Fingers Do the Talking

"Oh god, oh god, I'm gonna cum again. Make me cum, make me cum, make cum," she shouted, hitting her high notes.

"Make your mother cum you motherfucker," she thundered unrestrained. I was covered in sweat and it wasn't from the heat in the room. Our fiery passion was tremendous. Never before had I experienced or imagined something like this was possible. This was...

This was a wholly different. Our lust, our passion, our longing, our desire combined, multiplied, magnified, amplified to a new spectrum.

"I'm cumming!!!" my mother sang to the heavens as her body locked onto my mine. My Mom's pussy captured my cock and I was cumming with her. Her pussy sucked my cum out of my cock, devouring me, draining me, emptying me.

"Oh... My..." we breathlessly panted. Our bodies dropped down. We collapsed back onto my bed. We were exhausted and satisfied. Climbing off her steaming body, she slid over and made room for me on the mattress. Being a twin-size bed, there wasn't much room. We didn't need much. Lying on my back, she curled up against my left side. My left arm was beneath her head. I reached under her arm and softly, almost idly fondled her breasts.

"That was..." she started and unable to find the right note gave me a kiss instead. She rested her head on my chest even as I continued to take deep breaths. With a face full of hair, all I could see was the back of her head.

My cock rested at half-mast unsure if to head into Time-Out or if there would be an encore. Mom answered my question. Her left hand took hold of my cock and started gently stroking him back to life. Holding my cock upright, she seemed to enjoy watching my cock grow. As she stroked my cock, he rose back to life.

"Your father can never find out about this," she said with her head still turned away from me. I silently consented by pushing her head down my body. Ready to make her own music, she went willingly.

Dad never did find out about us.

In a few months, I joined a band on the cusp of stardom and needed that it factor. Fingers was It. The first album I recorded with my new group was our breakthrough record to superstardom. Mom left my father to become my manager. For the next twenty years, we raised hell all around the world. She was there with me to enjoy the ride. Many times she and I shared the spoils of the road as we toured.

Eventually we, the band, decided to call it quits. With Mom as my manager, I luckily never got out of control. She also saved and invested most of my money and we had more than a lifetime's worth. We bought a huge mansion.

In time, we each found someone and got married; while still living and sharing in our castle. Ultimately, I gave her grandkids. Yet still there are times where I need to be alone with just my Lady.