My Whore

It happened. I lay naked on the bed. Sweat barely visible on my chest. He lay next to me, completely spent. It happened. And the proof was right there. On the white sheet lay a condom, inside which you could see a white liquid. His sperm.

I turned to him and whispered:

-What happens now?

He barely stirred in response. Then he leaned over to me and kissed my nipple.

I don't know — he answered. — But it was beautiful.

Sunlight barely filtered through the autumn window. It was October — my favorite month. Once, I gave birth to him in September. And now… Who

am I to him? A mother? Just a woman?

I couldn't find an answer.

I turned to him.

-Are you going anywhere today?

-I don't want to. I feel good with you.

-Do you think of me as a mother?

-No.

Silence hung in the room. I expected that answer, but I didn't think it would sound so… How? Straightforward?

When you were taking off my bra, were you thinking about that? What were you thinking about?…

Nothing.

Lust. Desire.

2 years after the divorce from the one I loved. From the one who was the first and only man.

This year I turned 45.

I gave birth to him when I was a very young girl. I remember hiding the pregnancy in my final year of school. How I met with the one I loved under the canopies of flowering sea buckthorn. That was a long time ago. And now — the result of that love, that early passion — is lying here now, next to me.

And he was just inside me.

He kissed my lips, the lips of his mother. And his cock — moved inside my vagina. He returned. To where he was many years ago. Returned as a man. As an owner. As the owner of his mother, who became his woman.

-Don't you want to say anything to me?…

Pause.

…-You are the best woman I have ever met. And… fucked.

-Just a woman?

-Yes.

-You don't see a mother in me at all?

-I fucked you. That changes a lot.

And then… He started kissing me. First my lips. Then — my erect nipples. He handled my breasts with his hands the way an aroused man does. And I noticed he was ready. The hard male organ stood at attention somewhere at the level of my stomach.

He turned me onto my back and lay on top. His lips slid over my nipples. And then he put his hand on his cock, exposed the head. And pressed it against my labia.

A few seconds later he was looking past me. And moving. Faster and faster. His cock entered my vagina, came out a centimeter and then plunged back in to its full length. I started moaning. He kissed me and started moving even faster. More and more… And here I don't know what came over me. I suddenly flipped him onto his back. His cock slipped out of me. And ended up right in front of my face.

-I want to show you what I'm capable of.

I took his cock in my hand. And ran my tongue over the head…

-Mom… — he sighed.

-You called me mom?

-I misspoke. You're just a whore. Keep going…

I don't know how those words affected me. But I just took his cock into my mouth and… Started sucking. Passionately, fiercely. My son's cock.

He was getting excited.

-Mm… whore.

I sucked faster. And faster. At some point I felt he was close. And then I climbed on top of him, sat down on him. And guided his cock into my vagina.

I sank down onto him. The cock plunged all the way in. And then I started moving. With thrusting motions — up, down. His cock slid inside me. I took my small breasts in my hands and pressed my lips to the nipples. I was on top. I started moving faster. Our pubic bones touched. His cock completely dissolved inside me and only the hard head touched the walls of my vagina inside me. He felt good. My son. And so did I.

Then his cum shot into me. It was unexpected. But expected.

I got off him.

-Whore… My whore.