It was nothing like I had imagined, the bush spread all the way to the noticeable stretch marks on her stomach.

"How do I...?" I mumbled, barely audibly, overcome with shyness as I moved closer.

"Just guide... it... in with your hand. Don’t worry, I’ll help you."

"Okay, mom," I said, knowing this was a bad time to start having second thoughts. After a few fumbling tries I managed to slip in with the helping guidance of my mother’s fingers. It was very warm in there and I could feel the bristly pubic hairs on my shaft. My hands were on either side of mom, I was still afraid to lean close for some reason. I started awkwardly thrusting my hips, not feeling much more than the warmth.

"Try to get it deeper," mom instructed, her hand touching my hip. I moved my weight to my elbows and tried to do a longer thrust. The natural ribbed feeling of the vagina caught me by surprise, which mom could see on my face.

"Just like that," she said, and I let my hips move, doing the same long thrusts.

"Hh. Hh. Hh." Minutes passed awkwardly as we both started to realize this wasn’t working. Mom quickly took the situation under control like a responsible parent should.

"Let’s try something else, okay? Or do you mind if I’m on top?" she asked.

"N-no, that’s fine," I tried to sound confident despite how the situation was going and how embarrassed I felt as I pulled out.

"All right. So you lie down instead," mom suggested and I did so. I tried to think positively, at least I had stayed hard, so things could have been worse.

Mom moved on top of me and brushed her hair over her shoulders, which made her saggy breasts rise and fall. I was completely rigid as she directed me in. She tried to smile as she started moving, and I tried to caress her thighs and hips when she started bouncing faster, even though I didn’t really like how her saggy tits were flapping around when she did that.

Mom tried grinding her hips and alternating the pace for a while, but eventually she was just riding me at a rapid, desperate pace. She wanted to make it happen despite the problems we had encountered during the evening so far. My eyes were locked on her dark bush because I didn’t want to see her looking at me and watch her saggy breasts bouncing and slapping around. It wasn’t much better, the bristly hairs which I could distinctly feel on my shaft were an unappealing sight in how spread onto her lower stomach and thighs. The stretch marks on her belly were also constantly making me all too aware of who was on top of me.

Mom spoke in a husky and breathy voice: "Come on now! Shoot it in me! Shoot...! It...!" She was trying to sound nice and sweet rather than demanding while she was reminding me about the goal of the intercourse, but it wasn’t working out so she had to start slowing down when she got tired.

"Sorry..." I said, biting my lip.

"What am I going to do with you?" Mom shook her head in frustration. I knew she wasn’t going to give up, she could be quite persistent when she got in that kind of mood, and she knew nature would always find a way. I later understood that for a mother and son it was easier than for some because the natural ribbing of a mother’s vagina was especially compatible with her son and would get the results sooner or later regardless of how loose and hairy her vagina was.

Unfortunately I only learned that later, so right now the situation seemed hopeless to me. I barely dared to look at mom as she started riding again. She quickly reached the same pace as before and kept it going. Despite the abrasive pubic hairs and the fact that the vagina was my own mother’s and not as tight as I had imagined it would be, I was getting sweaty and twitchy because of the warmth and the motherly ribbing.

"I - I can’t do it, mom," I whimpered when physics and biology were starting to get the better of me, bringing my hands to her hips and patting them until she slowed down. "I’m sorry," I apologized the best I could. I was aching all over, but I was just too scared to release into my own mother.

"It was going fine now!" mom said and frowned in exasperation because I had stopped her. Her thin lips had turned into a line and I could see from her gaze that she was frustrated with me. I looked away as she lay down beside me. I kept staring at a corner, away from her. Eventually I felt mom’s hand slide into mine, but I almost wanted to twitch away even from that.

When the awkward silence became too uncomfortable for both of us, mom finally spoke: "Do you want to try again? Or should I just go...?"

I was breathing deep. I knew I had to think about my mother’s emotions too, and not just about my own inhibitions. I mean, the ribbed nature of my mother’s vagina had been doing what it was intended for, it was just that I had gotten nervous and scared so I had made her stop. I was afraid she would be left feeling like a bad mother if I didn’t successfully shoot inside her on my first time, and I didn’t want that to happen. Now was the last chance of getting my feelings under control.

After a long pause I finally said: "I really want it to happen, mom,", more out of politeness than anything, but I really didn’t want to fail on my first time. Especially not with mom. It wouldn’t be nice for her.

"All right. Let’s try it this way," mom said as she climbed on top of me, with her back towards me this time.

I could feel the vagina’s natural ribbing better in this position, especially when mom leaned backwards and supported herself with her arms. That must have been her intention, although I have to admit not having to look her in the eyes helped too. I could still watch her saggy tits bouncing and flopping on the mirror to the right if I really wanted to. I wouldn’t say I did, but I still snatched a glance at them occasionally just to see how big and tall her nipples were.

My mother’s hips started riding me again, occasionally twisting a little which helped because it felt good and natural in this position. The vagina being loose from several births didn’t matter so much when mom was in control of her hips. She could make them twist and rotate in ways which overcame any possible issues. Deep penetration allowed the ribbing to work on the whole length of the shaft, especially when mom started increasing the pace. The bristly pubic hair opened into the warmth and I could even feel my mother’s clitoris against my balls as she rode hard. That was a very tender moment which along with the deep naturally ribbed penetration and the motions of experienced birth-giving hips finally brought the act to its natural finish.

"Nn-n!" We both flinched in surprise as we heard the squirt. It had finally succeeded. My hips had thrust instinctively when I was holding onto mom’s, and that final motion had sent the sperm in at long last. It was a deep ejaculation, straight into the womb, and my mother threw her head back and shuddered when it happened. The spurts would have been flying high if they hadn’t been beautifully sent into their most natural place, filling it completely with the warmth from my balls. The mom-ribbing pulsated on my throbbing shaft and the movements of experienced hips helped to keep the drive going as long as the spurts kept on firing into the womb.

"Nng-nh!" the feeling made me groan as my entire body tensed so hard my toes curled. Despite our difficulties I saw and felt how my mother’s hips shuddered when it happened, and I knew I would never forget that memory. It was worth all the trouble, and when comparing experiences with other people it made me later understand my first time had been better than many other’s. I still remember it as one of the best orgasms of my entire life and I doubt that is going to change.

"Finally!" mom sighed in exasperation and surprised me by offering a slight compliment, "But at least the finish was proper and good even if it took its time."

I couldn’t really disagree with that. Although the orgasm’s end had brought along an instant feeling of regret, I felt like I had shot at least twice as much as ever before, completely emptying my balls into the womb.

We had succeeded at last, but I wasn’t sure how I was feeling about that. I was distinctly aware that I had come inside my own mother, and I doubted that awareness would easily go away if ever. I correctly thought this would become one of those things which would never be talked about. Except for one quip I managed to slip into a conversation much later, thanks to the singer Shakira.

"Your hips don’t lie, mom," I said when song’s video was playing on TV. That made mom flash a quick smile at me during a brief moment when we were alone during the day.

"What, am I like Shakira now? Silly boy," she said and pecked a kiss on my cheek.

I still like that song and think about mom every time I hear it. We haven’t done it again and I have a girlfriend now, but who ever knows what will happen in the future?

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