much better

Matt found himself shaking with frustration, anticipation and fear. He'd screwed up once. If he screwed up again, he'd prove himself a lousy lover. All his fantasies of making women happy would crash and burn. He'd have to turn into some woman-hating loner, knowing even his mother and sister would look at him with pity and contempt.

"No pressure," he whispered to himself. "Try not to think that your whole fucking life is on the line right now."

Somehow that self-talk was less reassuring than he'd hoped it would be.

"Don't think about it," his mom said. "You and I are the result of hundreds of millions of years of ancestors who successfully conquered the obstacles to successful sex."

Successful in conception did not, in Matt's mind, equal success in lovemaking. Still, she had a point. Over those hundreds of millions of years, guys who couldn't screw for shit would have been selected against... what female would say to herself, boy, this guy lasts two seconds. I want to give him another go?

He took a deep breath... and kissed her.

She kissed him back. He hoped it wasn't his imagination but could her kiss be just a little cooler than when he'd kissed her before? He really needed to make this a success... and he kept piling the pressure higher and higher.

"I want it now," she groaned as he broke the kiss.

His mom lay on her back, spread her legs, and pulled him to her.

Matt made sure his new condom was properly in place, tried to think of baseball statistics, and entered her waiting pussy.

Damn, it felt good as it squeezed down on his cock. Even through the condom, he sensed the wetness, slipperiness and heat of it.

He gritted his teeth resisting the urge to squirt out his cum once again. No. It is not happening a second time, he promised himself.

Biting the inside of his mouth helped. Baseball statistics didn't. Good to know.

He bit the shit out of the inside of his mouth. If he started bleeding there, there would be that much less blood to overengorge his dick. And he held himself absolutely still resisting the need to thrust like crazy, to push himself over the edge once more.

Then, gradually and incompletely, the tremendous urge to cum faded. He let himself move just a little. In and out.

Her pussy seemed to suck his penis back when he withdrew so he let it, pushing more deeply until the tip hit bottom.

"Oh, fuck yes," said.

Okay, he had this now. He supported his weight on one elbow, freeing a hand to stroke his mom's clit while he thrust into her, gradually increasing the speed both of his thrusts and the clit-rubbing.

With his active thrusts, the need to cum gradually increased once more but Matt was in control now. He watched his mom's breathing, the pulse that jiggled her breasts every time it beat to sense her arousal and was pleased to see that she was panting her heart racing.

"Oh, yes. Oh, my god. Pound me, Matt. Pound me hard."

He could do that. He upped the speed once more. He wouldn't be able to last forever but he didn't think he'd need to. Just a little more. He wasn't sure if that was a prayer or a plan. He'd done better... much better... but he was getting close again and this time he couldn't begin to claim he was in control. Fuck, he was going to--

"Ah-ah--ohmigod," his mom screamed.

Her pussy convulsed around his cock. He'd thought it had been grasping his cock firmly before but now he learned the meaning of a truly tight squeeze.

"Give it to me," she begged.

He wasn't sure whether she was begging for more thrusting or for his orgasm but he had no control over the situation any longer. He pounded even harder, slamming his dick into her pussy then withdrawing and slamming it down again.

Finally he could contain himself no longer. He erupted into a massive shot, his body convulsing as he filled the condom before collapsing on her body.

She trailed kisses over his face, down his neck and to his shoulders. "Oh, yes, baby," she murmured. "God, I needed that."