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I still remember the first time mom and I gave into our desire for each other. I couldn’t resist her any longer. I threw her down, and took her mouth into mine. I felt her moist, cool lips on my lips. My own mother’s loving lips. I kept chanting that wonderful word, calling out to my goddess, and I heard her calling for me. I felt nothing but bliss. Mom and I were exactly where we needed to be in this universe, our naked bodies tangled together, our lips in a lustful embrace, our tongues in an incestuous ceremony of unification. As I slipped my tongue past those holy gates, I felt the smooth, dripping muscle of mom’s tongue push desperately against mine. I felt mom’s saliva trickle down my tongue into my mouth. I could taste her. I savored every drop and felt mom become a part of me. The passion between us was immeasurable. It was scorchingly hot, we were drenched in sweat. I could feel my cock throbbing against mom’s soft, glistening belly, and knew it was at its limit. I grabbed the back of mom’s head and pushed it toward me, tightly locking our lips. I felt her body jerk under me, and I exploded. My balls lurched and I felt thick ropes of cum gush out all over mom. I saw tears in her eyes and felt her body flailing wildly underneath me, our lips still locked. We were orgasming together.

After what seemed like an eternity, our bodies settled down, and I finally released mom. I suddenly felt incomplete. As our breathing subsided, I looked into mom’s eyes. Her hand ran down my side, and I felt her slender fingers wrap around my shaft. They were cool against the hot skin, and her touch inspired a final tremor, expelling the last string of cum out of me. Mom had completely drained me.

“Mom, that was the most incredible thing I’ve experienced in my life.”