Mum’s Flower Show Prizes

Mum looked into my eyes and smiled.

"You ready to come inside again?" she asked and I nodded.

"Ready to finish what we started!" I said as I lifted my groin slightly away from hers. My penis levered himself upright as I slid fractionally down my mother's body and he slotted smoothly into the groove. In moments he was soaked in mum's generous liquid offerings and I looked at her again.

"Ready?" I said and it was mum's turn to nod.

"Yes darling -- I'm all yours," said mum softly.

I pushed upwards slightly, feeling the initial firmness of our flesh before the lubrication allowed us to slide smoothly together and pushing a little more I felt my penis slide deeper and deeper into the place I'd come from. It wasn't a thought that bore thinking about but one to savour -- to accept that now I was home again.

Deeply embedded inside my mother again, I slowly moved my penis about, feeling the structure of the unique cavity that so pleased my cock. So tight and yet so giving; so hot and yet so soothing, so tiny and yet so accommodating -- no wonder men love making love to women!

Gathering myself from my dreaming, I started to move in and out, steadily, deeply, firmly until mum began to breathe faster -- for a while just enjoying the wonderfully illicit pleasure of having sex with my mother. That added a certain piquance to our love-making -- like that little something extra that finishes off a great entrée before you start on the main course.

For a while now, I changed my strokes to shorter ones, concentrating my movement just inside her hole -- which seemed to have the effect of getting my mum to start pushing her hips up to meet me. And now I began varying the speed and depth; the angle and the pressure, as I attempted to stimulate both her G-spot and her clit -- and it was working!

Mum was audibly panting, as was I, and our bodies were starting to slap together as we both worked to bring each other to a climax. We were already too highly stimulated to make this fuck last for long, but it would be one to be remembered!

"Getting there?" I asked, trying to gauge when to bring myself up to the boil.

"Yeah -- yeah -- ooh yes -- oooh -- ooooh!" mum cried, as my strokes continued to drive my penis into her palpitating and trembling vagina, "Very close now, love, very close. Bit more, darling -- yessss -- there -- there! Oohh yesssss!"

Faster and faster I pounded and mum's body leapt back at me as we slammed our sex organs at each other in a frenzy of impending orgasms!

"Gonna cum mum, gonna cum," I panted, my last few powerful strokes having taken me over the edge.

"Oh darling -- yessssss -- cum in me -- fill me please!" she said, "I'm with you right nowwwww!"

"Uuuuuuh -- oooooooohhh!" I groaned as the first powerful jets of creamy sperm flooded from my penis, "uuuuugh! Aaaaaah!"

Mum too was cumming just as I did and for a moment she was silent; frozen; before she orgasmed. And in a last crescendo of activity we let rip; thrusting, pounding, shaking, grasping, pushing, screaming, panting, flooding -- until there was nothing left......

I rolled off mum, too knackered to stay in the saddle, my cock pulling wetly and with an audible squelch from her flooded entrance and I lay beside her, the pair of us now almost steaming and totally drained.

"Oh Jesus -- I never knew it could be like that," said mum, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Was good, wasn't it," I grinned back at her, "What have I been missing?"

"No - what have I been missing?" said mum, drying her tears with a tissue, "all those years with your dad and I never came like that before."

She looked at me.

"I think you'll be doing a lot of gardening this autumn!" she said, winking prodigiously!

"Definitely mum, and your garden will get plenty of fertilizer from now onwards!"

"Oh -- thinking of gardening," said mum, "I've had all of my prizes so next it'll be your turn."

"Not for a while please," I groaned as I tried to sit up. I failed and lay back again beside mum.

"Somehow I think I'll wait for another time. Anyway, I've just had my prize!"

And I think we drifted asleep, together and content -- mother and son -- lovers now, in the same bed of flowers.