Despite my protestations, I pumped rhythmically, and my mother began mirroring my strokes, thrusting up when I pumped in.

"Dear God, Momma, we shouldn't be doing this!"

"Yes, baby, please fuck me."

I was stunned by my mother's sexually explicit intensity. My parents were deeply religious and not openly affectionate people. I had never seen my father affectionately pat my mother's behind or kiss her. I often wondered how they had sex often enough to have three kids.

"Momma, we shouldn't be doing this!"

My words were meaningless. There was no way I could stop fucking her. My mother's pussy was wet, tight, and a perfect fit for my cock....