A Night to Remember


                                            >be Anon

                                            >standing in the entryway of your home, fixing your tie in the mirror by the door

                                            >can’t manage to get the damn thing looking right

                                            >make an attempt to tie it, then step back and look at yourself

                                            >other than the tie, you look pretty nice

                                            >you’re freshly showered and shaved

                                            >your hair doesn’t look like a rat’s nest

                                            >your formal attire is well-cut and spotless

                                            >now if only your tie was tied properly

                                            >cursing, you try once more to tie it

                                            >kicking yourself for not figuring out how to do it earlier

                                            >really want to get it right before your date is ready

                                            >you’re the one who’s supposed to be waiting for her to be ready, dammit

                                            >suddenly, hear a door open upstairs, signaling your time is up

                                            >shit

                                            >turn and face the stairs so as to not look awkward

                                            >a woman with skin as pale white as the moon appears at the top of the stairs and slowly descends

                                            >dainty, petite feet with dark blue painted toes squeezed into dark blue stiletto heels

                                            >long, slender legs that go all the way up and then some

                                            >wide hips and a thin waist that give her a perfect hourglass figure

                                            >teardrop-shaped breasts large enough to draw attention, without distracting from the rest of her

                                            >all this contained in a dark blue backless dress that went down to her mid-thigh

                                            >her arms were slender, ending in small, feminine hands with short, dark blue nails

                                            >she has a gorgeous face with a feminine chin, cute nose, and full lips painted blue

                                            >big, beautiful blue-green eyes that seem to sparkle like stars

                                            >she wears small earrings in the shape of crescent moons

                                            >her long blue hair, which normally flowed unceremoniously down her back, had been arranged in a simple, yet elegant fashion

                                            >the overall effect was overpowering

                                            >you stand there gaping at the veritable goddess approaching you

                                            >with a face and body like hers, she could easily have been a model

                                            >she had actually gotten offers when she had been younger

                                            >despite this, she had chosen to focus on her career, and later, on her family

                                            >she had been looking down as she descended, but looked up at you when she reached the bottom

                                            >she sees you staring, and her pale cheeks redden

                                            >she looks away, clearing her throat awkwardly

                                            >”How...how do I look?”

                                            “You look...stunning. Absolutely stunning.”

                                            >her blush intensifies

                                            “Turn around.”

                                            >she slowly turns until she is facing away from you

                                            >you see every inch of her shapely shoulders and back

                                            >contained by her dress is her small, pert butt, each cheek as round as the full moon

                                            >”You don’t think it’s...too much...do you?”

                                            “I think it’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

                                            >she turns back around, still blushing, but smiling as well

                                            >”Are you...prepared to depart?” she asks

                                            “Yeah.”

                                            >she glances down and notices your sloppily tied tie

                                            >she chuckles softly, shaking her head slightly

                                            >she quickly closes the distance between you, standing right in front of you

                                            >she’s tall for a woman, being almost as tall as you

                                            >combined with her thin frame, her height gave her a graceful, willowy appearance

                                            >she reaches up and takes hold of your tie

                                            >within seconds, she undoes the abomination of a knot you had tied and ties it properly

                                            >now it’s your turn to blush

                                            “Thanks, Mom.”

                                            >she gently places a finger on your lips

                                            >”Remember what I said about using the ‘M’ word tonight?” she says softly, but firmly

                                            “Oh, right! Sorry...Luna.”

                                            >she smiles and removes her finger, quickly replacing it with her lips

                                            >she holds you by your shoulders and gives you a long, gentle kiss

                                            >place your hands on her hips and kiss her back

                                            >her lips feel as soft as clouds

                                            >eventually break the kiss and stare at each other dreamily

                                            >”Let’s go, handsome.”

                                            “After you, beautiful.”

                                            >she picks up her small blue handbag sitting by the door

                                            >open the door and hold it for her as she walks out

                                            >quickly follow her out, closing and locking the door behind you

                                            >and so your Valentine’s Day date night with your mother Luna begins


                                            >quickly follow your mother out to your car

                                            >quick visual scan confirms no witnesses to see you two

                                            >hold open the passenger seat door for her while she climbs in

                                            >close the door and hurry over to the other side

                                            >get in and quickly start the car, anxious to be on your way

                                            >pull out of the driveway and work your way through your neighborhood

                                            >Luna is scanning the streets, clearly nervous of being seen

                                            >probably doesn’t want anyone to ask her why she’s taking her son on a date

                                            “Relax, Luna.”

                                            >”But...what if someone sees us?”

                                            “They won’t see us.”

                                            >”How can you be sure?”

                                            “We’ll be out of town in five minutes. Don’t worry.”

                                            >”But...what about after that? What if someone sees us on the road? Or what about when we get to the city? Someone might see us there. Oh...perhaps this was a bad idea. Perhaps we should turn around...go home and have a nice dinner behind closed doors...”

                                            >turn your head and speak just loudly enough to get her attention

                                            “Luna!”

                                            >she stops her fretting and looks over at you

                                            “It’ll be alright. Trust me.”

                                            >she visibly relaxes, and a smile returns to her lips

                                            >”Alright.”

                                            >smile back at her, then look back at the road

                                            >drive on in silence for a few moments

                                            >”I’m sorry.”

                                            “Don’t be.”

                                            >”I don’t mean to be so nervous. I don’t want to ruin our date before it’s even begun.”

                                            “You could never ruin our date. Any night I get to spend with you is the best night of my life.”

                                            >”Oh, stop,” she chuckles

                                            “No! I’m taking a beautiful woman out on a date, and tonight, there’s no reason why I can’t tell her exactly how much I love her.”

                                            >”I suppose you’re right.”

                                            “I am right. Now stop worrying. It’s Valentine’s Day and you’re my date; let me do the worrying for both of us.”

                                            >”Very well.”

                                            >eventually leave your neighborhood and reach the road out of town without incident

                                            >within minutes, you’re on the freeway, hurtling away from everybody you know at rapid speed

                                            >she visibly relaxes the further you get away from your hometown

                                            >driving to the city for your date had been your idea

                                            >you didn’t live in the sticks, but your town was small enough that there was a significant chance of being seen by someone you knew if you went out on a date with your mom

                                            >for obvious reasons, that had never been an option

                                            >tonight, however, would be different

                                            >tonight, the two of you were just two people out for a romantic evening together

                                            >nobody you saw would know the true nature of your relationship

                                            >after almost a year of being with her, you could finally treat her to a real date

                                            >she deserved nothing less

                                            >as your town fades into the distance behind you, you strike up a conversation to take her mind off of her worries

                                            >ask her about her day, her job, her friends, things she liked to talk about

                                            >she takes the bait and begins talking, needing only minimal responses

                                            >do your best to keep up, but mostly just listen to the sound of her beautiful voice

                                            >soon enough, she’s smiling and giggling as carefree as you’d ever seen her

                                            >half an hour later, you finally arrive at the big city

                                            >carefully work your way through the busy streets

                                            >Luna is staring out the window, taking in the sights and sounds like a kid looking into a toy store

                                            >she may be a small-town girl, but she really loves the nightlife

                                            >make your way to a parking garage near your destination and park a couple of levels up

                                            >get out and run around to the other side to help Luna step out

                                            >take a quick look around, see there’s no one else nearby

                                            >when she’s on her feet, you pull her close and kiss her deeply

                                            >she’s surprised at first, but relaxes when she remembers there’s nothing to fear

                                            >she wraps her arms around your neck

                                            >you wrap your arms around her middle, caressing her exposed back

                                            >your tongues meet between you and gently wrestle together

                                            >kiss her for a good long while before pulling back

                                            >she looks at you dreamily with a smile on her lips

                                            “Shall we?”

                                            >”Yes.”

                                            >offer her your elbow

                                            >she puts her arm through it, holding it tightly

                                            >walk off arm-in-arm, your heads held high and giddy smiles on your faces


                                            >walk with Luna out of the parking garage and onto the street

                                            >merge with the foot traffic and begin the short walk to the restaurant

                                            >every moment, you expect someone to recoil in horror at the sight of you and your mother together

                                            >it never happens

                                            >nobody gives you a second glance

                                            >a few men do gaze at the gorgeous woman on your arm, however

                                            >you glance over at her and see that she’s just as exhilarated as you are

                                            >she’s blushing from the attention she’s getting, but she has a smile on her face

                                            >soon reach your destination: a cozy little restaurant/night club with live music

                                            >hold the door open for her as you two enter

                                            >the place is packed, but you made reservations over a month ago

                                            >the place is dim, but not dark, giving it a relaxing ambiance

                                            >a band positioned at the back serenades the diners with the smoothest of jazz

                                            >there is a small dance floor in front of them where a few couples slowly sway together

                                            >a waiter walks you through the restaurant to a cozy little booth near the dance floor

                                            >help Luna get into her seat then slide in next to her

                                            >waiter hands you menus and takes your drink order

                                            >you decide to share some sparkling cider

                                            >Luna looks over at you and smiles at the waiter leaves

                                            >”How did you manage to get reservations at a place like this?”

                                            “You like it?”

                                            >”I love it. The music, the atmosphere...oh, it’s lovely.”

                                            >she chuckles softly

                                            >”I...feel a bit embarrassed actually. I haven’t been anywhere this fancy since I was a young woman...back when I was...worth taking to places like this.”

                                            >take her hand and squeeze it firmly, but gently

                                            “Luna, you are worth it. You deserve every bit of this. You’re the most amazing, wonderful woman I’ve ever known. I would take you to places like this every night if I could.”

                                            >she blushes again

                                            >”You...you’re flattering me.”

                                            “Maybe so...but I’m not lying.”

                                            >lean in and kiss her gently

                                            >the kiss is short, but exhilarating, knowing that anyone could look over and see you

                                            >you two part, giggling when you recognize your newfound freedom to love each other publicly

                                            >snuggle together and look through your menus

                                            >when the waiter comes back, you order an appetizer of roasted brussel sprouts

                                            >for entrees, you order the filet mignon and she orders the smoked salmon

                                            >while you wait, you put your arm around her and listen to the music with her

                                            >hold her hand and whisper sweet nothings in her ear

                                            >tell her how much you love her

                                            >tell her how cute she is, even when she’s trying not to be

                                            >tell her you love her strong, serious side as well as her sensitive, vulnerable side

                                            >she modestly tries to brush off your adulations at first, but eventually gives up and takes it silently

                                            >she’s beet red by the time our appetizer arrives

                                            >the brussel sprouts were cooked to perfection and glazed with a delicious garlic butter

                                            >take turns feeding each other

                                            >sneak in plenty of pecks as well

                                            >not long after you finish, your entrees are brought out

                                            >both fish and beef were delectable

                                            >you end up sharing with each other, creating an impromptu surf-and-turf

                                            >as you eat, you recount stories to each other about your lives together

                                            >you end up laughing together at each other’s embarrassing moments

                                            >she tells you how grateful she is to have you in her life

                                            >you tell her how much more grateful you are to have her in your life

                                            >eventually finish your meals, and the waiter brings you a dessert menu

                                            >you two order a slice of chocolate cake with raspberries

                                            >a short wait later, the cake is brought to your table

                                            >playfully fight over the bites with the most frosting

                                            >you let her take the last raspberry

                                            >she likes raspberries

                                            >go back to listening to the music when you’re done

                                            >glance over at the dancing couples and get a burst of inspiration

                                            “Hey...you wanna dance?”

                                            >she looks up at you, her smile fading

                                            >”Oh no, I...couldn’t possibly. I have...two left feet.”

                                            “Both of your feet are beautiful, and I’m sure they’ll be great.”

                                            >”But...what if I make a mistake? What if I make a fool of myself?”

                                            “Then I’ll make a bigger fool of myself so no one will notice.”

                                            >she chuckles in spite of herself, a smile returning to her lips

                                            >”Alright. I’ll...give it a shot.”

                                            >scoot out of the booth and stand up on your feet

                                            >take her hand and help her stand up as well

                                            >walk hand-in-hand with her out onto the dance floor


                                            >walk straight out to the center of the dance floor

                                            >as you do, the restaurant patrons begin to look over at you two

                                            >specifically, they look at the gorgeous woman with you

                                            >eventually, almost every man, and even some women, are eyeing her up

                                            >stop walking and get into position

                                            >take her right hand in your left and hold it up

                                            >place your right hand at her side, careful to keep it at a respectful height

                                            >she puts her left hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently

                                            >she looks into your eyes, smiling bashfully

                                            “Are you ready?”

                                            >she nods

                                            “Just follow my lead.”

                                            >draw her into the dance, gently pulling her back and forth

                                            >she struggles at first, awkwardly shuffling her feet to keep up

                                            >go slowly to let her get used to it

                                            >whisper words of encouragement to her

                                            >she eventually smooths out, swaying along to the slow music in time with you

                                            >the worry on her face melts away

                                            >as she looks around, she notices how many people are watching you two

                                            >”They’re...they’re looking at us.”

                                            “Don’t think about them. Right now, it’s just you and me.”

                                            >she looks into your eyes, and a smile appears on her lips

                                            >look back into hers, marveling at how beautiful they are

                                            >start moving her around a bit quicker, and throw in a few gentle rotations

                                            >out of the corner of your eye, you see that pretty much the entire restaurant is watching you two

                                            >you don’t care

                                            >you’re having the time of your life dancing with your mother, and the love of your life

                                            ”I love you.”

                                            >”I love you too.”

                                            >grow bolder with your dancing

                                            >raise your arm above her head and slowly spin her around a few times

                                            >pull her close and press your face against hers

                                            >gaze into each other’s eyes, wishing the moment could last forever

                                            >music eventually draws to a close

                                            “As fun as this is...I think we should take our date somewhere more private.”

                                            >she gives you a sultry look

                                            >”I agree.”

                                            >slowly make your way off the dance floor and back to your table

                                            >pay the bill and are soon out of the restaurant

                                            >the chilly night air makes Luna shiver slightly

                                            >put your arm around her and hold her close as you walk back to your car

                                            >get back into the car and drive back onto the city streets

                                            >a few minutes later, you arrive at your destination

                                            >knowing neither of you would want to drive home so late, you booked a room at the fanciest hotel in the city

                                            >pull up in front of the hotel

                                            >help Luna out of the car and give the keys to the valet

                                            >walk into the lobby with her

                                            >the place definitely looks the part of a fancy hotel

                                            >marble floors, big columns, water features, all that good stuff

                                            >walk up to the desk to check in

                                            >the guy helping you visibly struggles not to stare at your beautiful mother

                                            >soon get the room keys and are on your way

                                            >make your way to the elevator and get inside

                                            >you’re alone together as the elevator rises to the 14th floor

                                            >quickly walk to your room when you reach your floor

                                            >step inside and close the door behind you

                                            >the room looks as nice as the rest of the hotel

                                            >one big bed with big, fluffy pillows

                                            >the decor has a warm, cozy aesthetic to it

                                            >a sliding glass door opens up onto a small balcony

                                            >Luna quickly removes her shoes, walking across the soft carpet with her bare feet

                                            >she sways her hips seductively as she slowly walks over to the balcony

                                            >glances over her shoulder and gives you a sultry look as she opens the door

                                            >you follow her as she steps out into the night air

                                            >the city stretches out beneath you, its lights shining like stars in the night sky

                                            >above you, the real stars in the real night sky shine just as bright

                                            >the full moon is clearly visible, shining its light down on your mother’s pale skin

                                            >if you didn’t know any better, you’d say she was glowing

                                            >walk up to her and hug her from behind

                                            >plant a trail of kisses on her starting from her neck and moving up to her lips

                                            >kiss her deeply, caressing her tongue with yours

                                            >stare into her half-lidded eyes when you finally pull back

                                            “Did you have fun tonight?”

                                            >”Oh, yes. I truly did. Twice as much as any date I’ve ever been on.”

                                            “So you’re saying...the fun was doubled?”

                                            >she playfully elbows you for the bad joke

                                            >you both giggle and share another kiss

                                            >look up at the heavens when you part again

                                            >”The night is beautiful, is it not?”

                                            “She sure is.”

                                            >”Wouldn’t it be something if we could spend every night together like this?”

                                            “Yeah...that would be something.”

                                            >release your hold on her and step back

                                            >she keeps staring upwards

                                            >”We could love each other as man and woman, not just as...mother and son.”

                                            “We could.”

                                            >slowly get down on one knee

                                            >”We could be happy together...forever.”

                                            >say nothing

                                            >she chuckles and shakes her head

                                            >”If only...”

                                            >she slowly turns around and freezes when she sees you kneeling before her

                                            >her smile fades and her eyes widen

                                            >you summon your courage and prepare to ask her the most important question you will ever ask


                                            >look up at Luna from where you kneel

                                            >she’s framed by a background of stars

                                            >in your eyes, she shines more brightly than any of them

                                            >you’re overwhelmed by the gravity of what you’re about to do

                                            >forget most of the eloquent speech you had practiced

                                            >take a deep breath to calm yourself

                                            >reach out and gently grasp one of her hands with yours

                                            >let the words flow straight from your heart

                                            “Luna...I love you. I love you more than anything else in the world. I love you more than any woman I’ve ever met. And I love you more than any woman I will ever meet. I know that now. I know that no matter where I go, no matter what I do from now on...I want you there beside me, just like you always have been. You’ve taken care of me for my whole life, and I can’t begin to tell you how grateful I am for every little thing you’ve ever done for me. But now...I want to take of you. I want to spend every year, every day, every minute of my life loving you. I want to do whatever it takes to make you happy. I want to be yours...and I want you to be mine. Will you do that for me? Will you be woman? Will you...will you marry me...Luna?”

                                            >her face slowly melts as you speak

                                            >her lips tremble

                                            >her cheeks redden

                                            >her eyes moisten

                                            >her nose sniffles

                                            >as you finish, her lips stretch into a grin

                                            >she nods slightly

                                            >then she nods firmly

                                            >then she closes her eyes and nods vigorously

                                            >she begins to sob, still nodding

                                            >quickly stand, wrap your arms around her, and pull her into a hug

                                            >she throws her arms around your neck and squeezes you tightly

                                            >she buries her face in your neck, weeping openly

                                            >her voice is muffled and choked by tears, but you can just barely make out what she says

                                            >”Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Yes. A thousand times yes.”

                                            >she continues this as she weeps into your shoulder

                                            >gently caress her back and the back of her head

                                            >close your eyes to try and hold back the tears welling up behind them

                                            >hold each other until your crying dies down to mere heavy breathing

                                            >place your hands on her shoulders and gently push her back

                                            >her eyes are red and her cheeks are wet, but she looks at you with a smile

                                            >lift a hand to her face and wipe away her tears

                                            >reach into your pocket and pull out a small, lidded box

                                            >hold it up between you two and pull back the lid

                                            >she gasps and covers her mouth with her hands

                                            >inside the box is a silver engagement ring with a diamond of the same dark blue color as her hair

                                            >she almost starts crying all over again

                                            >carefully remove the ring from the box and take her hand

                                            >slowly slide the ring onto her finger

                                            >she stares down at it with a huge grin on her face

                                            >she looks back up at you, then grabs your head and pulls you into a kiss

                                            >she mashes her lips against yours passionately, and your tongues wrestle together

                                            >you wrap your arms around each other and hold each other tightly

                                            >she moans softly as you kiss her

                                            >your hands start to drift lower

                                            >caress her lower back, her hips, and even her soft butt

                                            >she breaks the kiss as you squeeze her round cheeks, looking at you with lustful eyes

                                            >”Get inside. I want to show my man how much I love him.”

                                            >she puts her hands on your chest and gently pushes you back into the room


                                            >walk backwards as Luna pushes you into the room

                                            >she quickly closes the balcony door so nobody will hear you two

                                            >she steps up and kisses you again

                                            >while you tongue wrestle, she reaches for your clothes

                                            >she helps you remove your jacket

                                            >then your tie

                                            >then your shirt

                                            >she unbuckles your belt

                                            >she unbuttons and unzips your pants, which fall to the floor

                                            >she grabs your underwear and slowly kneels, pulling them down your legs

                                            >your stiff member falls free

                                            >she puts her hands on your hips and gently pushes you backwards

                                            >sit down on the edge of the bed

                                            >she swiftly removes your shoes

                                            >then your socks

                                            >then your pants and underwear

                                            >sit completely naked before the very hungry-looking milf

                                            >”My turn.”

                                            >she stands and turns around, facing away from you

                                            >she reaches for the strap that runs around her neck, holding her dress up

                                            >she slowly lifts it over her head

                                            >she looks over her shoulder, staring at you for a moment

                                            >she lets go of her dress, and it falls to the floor

                                            >she’s now naked, save for a pair of lacy dark blue panties

                                            >she hooks her thumbs under the waistband

                                            >she slowly bends forward, pulling her panties down her long, slender legs

                                            >her pert, round butt is finally bare

                                            >between her legs, you glimpse her glistening lower lips

                                            >she steps out of her panties, throws them aside, then stands

                                            >she covers her breasts with an arm and covers her pussy with a hand

                                            >she slowly turns around to face you

                                            >she’s blushing, but smiling as well

                                            >she slowly removes the arm from her breasts

                                            >the pretty pink nipples on her pale teardrops stand tall and erect

                                            >she hesitates for a moment, then removes her other hand

                                            >a single, thin slit in an otherwise flat mound is all that marks her pussy

                                            >above her clit is a small patch of hair trimmed into the shape of a crescent moon

                                            >drink in the sight of her beautiful body

                                            “You get more beautiful every time I see you.”

                                            >she blushes harder

                                            >she steps forward and kneels before you

                                            >she gently pushes your legs apart

                                            >she looks you in the eye while she reaches for your member

                                            >her silken hands wrap around your shaft, squeezing you with a practiced grip

                                            >gasp as a tingle of pleasure shoots through you

                                            >she puts her other hand behind your head and pulls you in for a kiss

                                            >while you kiss, she begins to move her hand up and down your length

                                            >each stroke sends a wave of pleasure radiating through you, making you moan into her mouth

                                            >she uses her other hand to gently massage your balls

                                            >you explore each other’s mouths with your tongues while she pleasures you

                                            >she breaks the kiss after a minute or so

                                            >she leans down, putting her head between your legs

                                            >while still looking at you, she sticks out her tongue and takes a long, slow lick of your head

                                            >she begins licking you like a lollipop, making you grunt and moan

                                            >she traces little circles around your tip and laps up the beads of pre that leak out

                                            >finally, she opens her mouth and takes your head inside her

                                            >her plush, feminine lips form a tight seal around your shaft

                                            >she gently sucks your head while still pumping your shaft

                                            >the combined effect is incredible, and you’re soon pushed to the edge

                                            >before you can get there, however, she suddenly stops, removing her hands and lips

                                            >she giggles at your needy expression

                                            >she crawls up onto the bed beside you

                                            >she slowly moves further up, her hips swaying seductively

                                            >she lies down on her back, resting her head on the pillows

                                            >she spreads her legs, giving you an unobstructed view of her dripping pussy

                                            >she reaches down and makes the outline of a heart around her slit with her hands

                                            >getting the message, you grin, then crawl towards her

                                            >stop at her feet, lifting one of them to your lips and giving each little toe a kiss

                                            >kiss your way down her soft sole, past her ankle, and up her shapely legs

                                            >nuzzle and kiss her inner thigh when you reach it

                                            >she puts her hands on your head, running her fingers through your hair

                                            >kiss your way to her slit, then kiss your way along it from bottom to top

                                            >lightly flick her clit with your tongue, making her moan softly

                                            >move back down to the bottom, then slowly lick your way back up

                                            >repeat several times, eliciting even more moans

                                            >she closes her eyes and rests her head against the pillows

                                            >open your mouth and press it over her slit

                                            >force your tongue between her lips and up to her entrance

                                            >she whimpers and moans as you penetrate her

                                            >send your tongue as far into her hot, tight passageway as it will go

                                            >slowly thrust it in and out, coaxing forth a steady stream of her warm juices

                                            >eagerly swallow down the sweet nectar

                                            >spend a few minutes working her, making sure to hit all her sensitive spots

                                            >her face contorts in pleasure and her moaning grows louder

                                            >when she is suitably warmed up, you withdraw your tongue and pull back your head

                                            >she looks down at you with an adorably needy expression

                                            >kiss your way upwards, crossing her flat stomach to her breasts

                                            >press your face into her soft mounds, nuzzling and kissing the flesh

                                            >make your way to her nipples one by one, taking each into your mouth in turn

                                            >gently suck on them while massaging her breasts with your hands

                                            >when both of her pretty pink nubs are wet with saliva, kiss your way further up

                                            >travel up her neck, cross her chin, and reach her lips

                                            >press your mouth against hers and kiss her deeply

                                            >reach down and grasp your shaft

                                            >press your tip against her slit

                                            >push yourself past her lips and up to her entrance

                                            >you both moan and break your kiss

                                            >stare into each other’s eyes for a moment

                                            >slowly thrust your hips forward, pushing yourself inside her

                                            >she’s so fucking tight

                                            >her silken walls feel amazing on your sensitive skin

                                            >you both moan and pant as you push deeper and deeper

                                            >eventually push your last inch inside and feel your tip kiss her cervix

                                            >you’re both breathing heavily

                                            >you wrap your arms around each other and kiss again

                                            >begin slowly thrusting in and out of her

                                            >she wraps her legs around your hips

                                            >increase speed with every stroke

                                            >eventually reach a steady, rapid pace

                                            >your hips slam against hers with a lewd slapping noise

                                            >break your kiss for need of air

                                            >stare into each other’s eyes while you fuck her

                                            >”I love you.”

                                            “I love you too.”

                                            >approach your climax after a few minutes

                                            >so does she

                                            >ramp up your thrusting for the final sprint

                                            >you both moan and grunt loudly

                                            >her legs squeeze you tightly, preventing you from pulling out, not that you’d want to

                                            >when your endurance runs out, you make one last mighty thrust

                                            >hilt inside of her and press your tip against the entrance to her womb

                                            >your muscles clench and you let out a manly roar

                                            >begin pumping burst after burst into your mother

                                            >her walls clamp down around you, milking every last drop out of you

                                            >she hold you tightly as her body spasms

                                            >she lets out a loud scream of ecstasy

                                            >pleasure flows through your skin like electricity down to the tips of your toes and up to the top of your head

                                            >your mind is overwhelmed by the euphoria

                                            >ride out your orgasm together with her

                                            >when you pump your last drop into her, you collapse down on top of her

                                            >you both breathe heavily while you recover

                                            >your eyes eventually flutter open

                                            >so do hers

                                            >you smile at each other and exchange gentle kisses

                                            >when you’re ready, you slowly pull yourself out of her

                                            >lie down beside her and pull the covers over you two

                                            >she turns off the light, plunging the room into darkness

                                            >the pale light of the moon streams through the balcony door

                                            >you wrap your arms around each other and snuggle together

                                            >”Goodnight, Anon.”

                                            “Goodnight, Luna.”

                                            >you cling tightly to your mother, your lover, and your soon-to-be wife as you both drift off to sleep