Adrian staggered up the stairs, still naked and wiped out from his recent orgasm.
Brenda, by contrast, seemed to have endless stores of energy. She hurried past him and beckoned him to follow her to her bedroom.
When he did, he found her splayed out on her bed in yet another sexy nude pose, ready for more action.
His penis felt temporarily dead, and he wondered how he could get it up again anytime soon. He was well aware of the fact that there were still hours to go until his bedtime.
But he thought to himself, Come on, kid! Ma is an incredible woman, and I've got to be an incredible man to be worthy of her. I can't give up now. I'm gonna show her that I'm not a boy anymore; I'm a MAN! And I don't care what tricks Alan knows. I don't care if he's got balls the size of grapefruits and eight penises that are two feet long each - I love my Ma a million times more than he does, and I'm gonna prove it tonight!
Focused and determined, he willed his penis back to full strength.
Brenda's eyes widened as she saw the fierce look on his face. In fact, she couldn't ever remember seeing him with that expression. Then her gaze shifted to his crotch, and she watched his penis rise, like a video of a building collapse played in reverse.
"Oh boy! Aidy! Boy oh boy, look what you have for Momma! I thought we'd just cuddle and relax for a while, but this is so much better! What are you going to do to me?"
He clenched his fists and pumped his arms like a bodybuilder (even though his muscles weren't impressive). "Look at me, Ma! I feel STRONG! I feel GOOD! I've been thinking about how much you love me, and how much you want to please me. I'm not gonna be just some bump on a log anymore; I'm gonna fuck you!"
She purred excitedly, "Tell me that you're gonna fuck me into submission."
"I'm gonna fuck you into submission!"
She wiggled and writhed with arousal. "Tell me you're gonna tame me with your big cock!"
"I'm gonna tame you with my big cock!"
She clutched her breasts and squealed orgasmically. "Oh! Aidy! Do it! Fuck me! Tame me!"
"I think I will, dammit!" He marched towards her, filled with resolve. He remembered her comment at the dinner table about the different ways she was looking forward to be fucked, and he recalled that the first thing she'd mentioned was doggy style. So he said, "I'm gonna fuck you doggy style! Right now!"
"Oh! Goody!" She immediately turned around on the bed, raised her ass up, and wiggled it at him. "Do it, Son! Do it!"
"I will!" He stepped forward, but then he grew a bit less confident about what to do next, due to his sexual inexperience.
However, she'd anticipated this problem as she twisted her neck to look back at him. "Here. I'll scoot my ass to the edge of the bed. Then all you have to do is walk right up and slide it in."
"Okay!"
So that's what he did.
Adrian felt truly inspired. Sliding his erection deep into his mother, he marveled at just how wonderful and pleasurable the tight squeeze felt. Man! I'm so glad Ma's really into sex. I'd love to do this every single day, for the rest of my life! Ma wants it, and I'm the one who's gonna give it to her!
Then he started to thrust. That more than doubled his pleasure, especially when he built up a steady rhythm.
Holding her ass tightly, he pounded into her hard, giving it everything he had.
She started to scream things like "Fuck me like a bitch in heat!" and "Nail your Momma to the WALL!" until her breathing got too heavy and ragged to say anything coherent. But he was so aroused to begin with that he didn't need the additional inspiration.
But after about five minutes, he started to tire. At the same time, though, he felt a climax coming on. His challenge was to keep going long enough for both of them to cum. Then he planned to collapse and recover.
However, Brenda had other ideas. She turned her head back towards him, and asked, "Pooh Bear? Could you stop for a minute please?"
He was incredulous, as he was in a rhythmic groove, and it was extremely difficult to stop. His penis demanded satisfaction. But he loved his mother dearly, and went all-out to obey her wishes. Somehow, he managed to stop before cumming. Yet he felt like he'd failed somehow. He pulled out and sat down on the bed.
She curled up next to him. "What's wrong? Oh. You think I'm upset about something? No. It's just that I sensed you were seconds away from cumming, and I thought we could try to make it last a bit longer. I LOVED what you did."
"Uh... You did?"
"Yes! You were so STRONG and FORCEFUL!" She ran her hands over his shoulders and upper arms, making an effort to squeeze his muscles. "It was great! But the thing you have to remember is that the human body isn't designed to do that forever. It's like trying to run at a hundred-yard dash pace for ten miles. Now, some people might last a bit longer than others, but nobody's going to make it anywhere close to doing that without collapsing. It simply can't be done."
He was confused. "So... what are you saying?"
"I'm saying, women love a good hard fuck like that once in a while. Especially big-titted, sex slave-y type women." She winked, wiggling her shoulders suggestively. "But if you managed to do that, say, four more times tonight, that would only be 20 minutes of fucking, and we've got hours and hours to go. So it's good to change the pace a bit. Fuck hard, and then gentle, and hard again, and then do something else altogether, like licking my pussy or spanking my naughty ass. Vary it up. If you really try, you could last hours on a single orgasm, although it would be very difficult, and maybe not so much fun for you. And also, that in and out steady rhythm is good for a while, don't get me wrong, but after a while it becomes predictable, so try and vary that up too."
She got back up on all fours. "Here, allow me to demonstrate. I want you to stick it back in, and just keep it there."
He did so, gladly. That short break already had given him a second wind, and he was ready for a lot more fucking.
"Okay, now check this out." She began churning her hips, grinding her way all over his stiff pole while he kept still. "How does that feel?"
"AMAZING!"
"Now, you try doing that. It's like what I was telling you before: imagine you're churning your way through a jar of really gooey peanut butter."
So he continued to fuck her, trying out different styles and positions.
All the while, she gave him suggestions and feedback. In the process of doing so, she was unconsciously training him to please her and satisfy her lustful desires, just as she was satisfying his.
As he relaxed, and the fact that he was doing a good job pleasuring her sank in, he felt his confidence grow enough to begin to experiment. She coaxed him into trying new things too. The results weren't exactly what either of them had hoped for, but the trying was fun in and of itself. They both had a lot of learning to do about each other's bodies, likes, and desires.
The time flew by. Eventually, he climaxed. But by the time he had, nearly an hour had passed. More importantly, she'd had close to a dozen very satisfying orgasms of her own.
He laid back on the bed next to her, feeling extremely satisfied and proud of himself.
As she cuddled against him, she asked, "So, how did you like that?"
"I loved it! Each time I gave you a climax, it made me feel so good. It was like hitting a home run!"
She purred, "I'm so proud of you. I can tell you're going to be a fantastic lover, because the best lovers are never selfish. A lot of the handsomest guys, they're so full of themselves that they don't care if a woman gets to climax at all. I can tell you care, and I love you for it."
"Does Alan-"
"Sssh! Remember the rule. We never mention that name." She decided the ban on mentioning Alan was working so well that she'd try to continue it into the future. She quickly changed the subject. "You're also a very fast learner. Truth be told, I wouldn't have had half as many orgasms if you didn't work my clit with your finger too. You picked up on that right away."
"Hey, you know what? This sex stuff isn't that tough! It just feels natural, you know?"
"It is natural," she proudly pointed out. "Our bodies are built for this. There's millions of years of evolution pushing us along."
"Yeah, I can see that," he agreed happily. "The only bummer is that it's hard work. Look at how sweaty we are. Hey! Why don't we take a bath together?"
Her eyes lit up. "Oooh! Pooh Bear! I like how you're taking charge and telling me what to do. That's good. That's very good!"
"Well, speaking of taking charge, Ma, I have a favor to ask. Could you, uh... not call me 'Pooh Bear' anymore?"
Her face fell. "What? No 'Pooh Bear'? But you're my cutie little widdle Pooh Bear." She hugged and tickled him at the same time.
"I know, but Ma, it makes me feel like I'm five years old. I'm not five anymore. Can't you please start treating me more like I'm an adult?"
There was a long pause as she thought about that. "You know what? You're right. You are an adult now, a real man." She stroked his penis possessively, even though he wasn't erect at the moment. "'Pooh Bear' isn't a good name for you any longer. But can I still call you 'Aidy?'"
"Sure. Everybody calls me that. But I'd prefer you call me Adrian when you scream my name in passion." He grinned impishly.
She smiled and relaxed. "You cheeky devil!" She was impressed, as he normally never joked around like that. It seemed as if his confidence was growing by the hour. Then she added, "However, I'll warn you that mommies have a tendency to keep treating their children like, well, like children. I don't think the incest factor matters, when it comes to that. When I'm in my sixties, and you're in your forties, a part of me will probably still think of you as my Pooh Bear."
He smiled and cuddled even closer to her. "I know, Ma, and I love you for it." Then he added, haltingly, "I'm not expecting things to change overnight, but just try to start thinking of me as a man, okay? This fucking has been a wake-up call for me. I've realized I need to grow up. I just keep hiding in my room, doing homework and playing video games. I feel, well, different all of a sudden. I want to build on this. Will you help me?"
"I'd love to." She buried her face in his neck, trying to hide the tears that started to flow from her eyes. She felt incredibly happy, and yet sad at the same time. She was happy and hopeful that, maybe, this incestuous sex could start to cure his wounded soul and give him the confidence to mature and find peace with himself. But at the same time, she mourned the loss of her "Pooh Bear," her baby.