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"Oh, my God, I'm so wet," she said. I was totally lost in enjoying fucking my mom. She was indeed wet, and warm and tight. I had fucked only a few girls, but this was a sensual woman who not only knew what she wanted but also how to make it the best for both of us. My cock was so hard, harder, I think, than ever before. As I pushed in and out, the sensual and erotic feelings transmitted through my cock drove me to strive to get deeper inside her. I was almost leaning all over her back as we fucked. Holding my head just above her tee shirt covered back, I held her shoulders in my hands, thrusting over and over. She met just about every thrust of mine, pushing her ass back into me, my balls bouncing off her bare cheeks. I didn't want to ever stop. And before me was a sight to be remembered. My mom stretched over the bench, naked below her tee, her head resting on her arms, her legs spread wide. I rose a little so I could take in her bare ass and watch just some of my cock as it thrust in and out of her cunt. Through my cock, I felt her internal muscles begin to contract, making it more difficult to maintain the momentum of my thrusting. Tighter and tight she became, and harder and harder I was made to thrust. Her breath beneath me began to quicken as the inside of her cunt became tighter and tighter. I was fast approaching my climax. However, I wanted to slow down a bit to prolong the ecstasy. But I couldn't. I felt the rapid approach of my climax and then its reality. I thrust forward and poured my seed into her. Simultaneously, I felt her muscles contract then spasm over and over. She pushed back into my climax and I felt a surge of her orgasm's liquid envelop my own carnal explosion. I leant forward, lying totally on her back, my arms over her shoulders as I tried to milk as much come from my cock as I could. I forced the muscles around my cock to express even more. I felt her spasm again, and then another. In language I'd never used to her before, I tried to take her fully in my arms as we lay across the bench and said: "That was a monumental, mom. What a fuck!" She sighed deeply, nodding and indicating her agreement with my comment and not reminding me of language. I knew that, from this afternoon on, what I had just experienced would be repeated. Maybe not as hectic, but equally passionate.