Soon my mother did not want me to take my time and make love to her anymore, now, but she wanted it like a wanton slut. She started humping her pelvis...up to meet my thrusts, and she now encouraged me to fuck her harder."Oh fuck me you fucking big hard stud, fuck me harder, oh fuck me hard, oh shit I'm fucking cumming." She screamed.My mother after having her first really powerful orgasm pushed me off of her and climbed on top of my cock. She rode up and down on top of it, at one point she was. “Long night last night?” pouting at her“Yes I was making some internet friends dreams to come true!’ then she got me back “You know something you couldn’t do on Barney.com,since they found out your real age!” Bitch!“Well if that’s how you really feel, don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out!”“Oh did I touch a nerve!” getting up “You know I’m just joking Mark!” leaning in to kiss my cheek. Damn she smelled go good, to bad she’s she never gave me any sign that she wanted to go beyond the. Ball's in your court, mister."Yes. Well, uh, you know..." I tapered off. A great start, no?She sensed my embarrassment. Hell, a dead man could have sensed my embarrassment."I never did anything like that before..." We both spoke at the same time and stopped at the same place. And burst out laughing at the same time.The ice broken, we began to talk, openly and honestly. She told me of her short, loveless marriage to my neighbor. It was, in some ways, worse than my own. The guy was a mortician. She was exhausted from the constant jousting. The chips were down, the hand dealt. She closed her eyes and folded. Music My fingers were blistered. I was drenched in sweat and I was happy. The last notes faded, washing across the arena and I looked across the sea of bodies, blue lights waving back and forth in a hypnotic, surreal sway. I looked offstage to my left. She was smiling. She blew me a kiss and at that, I hammered into the encore with that familiar fat sound. The band kicked in and we.