I Cum From Whence I Came: An Oedipal Ode

At last, I go from whence I came at first.  
So long, so hardly have I ached and yearned!
My young and sperm-rich, virgin balls might burst,  
Should she deny me that for which I've burned
With passion most call sinful of intent.
But I know love is love, and thus I run  
Into the open arms of her who sent  
Me into this world first and calls me son.
 
Her open eyes, coquettish in their glint
Entice me to my mother's lap, where I
Can now exchange some looks of sultry squint,
And read the urge of incest in her eye.
Her open mouth she wets with one slow lick
Around her lips, and now my eyelids shut  
As those warm, wetted lips engulf my dick,  
And prime me now to fuck my mother-slut!
 
With primal urge, she tears away her blouse,
Her bra, her skirt, her panties, and her socks.
Soon moaned-out songs of lust shall fill the house
Where she's been hostess to so many cocks  
Before, but never that of her own flesh
Until today! I, her own son, shall be
The first of her born seed to go afresh
Into the fountain of vitality.
 
Nothing could be more natural than this.
She made my cock, and now with it I make
Passionate love to her, as we two kiss,
And all the pleasure life can give we take.  
The very hole I came from now receives
The hard pulsating dick that once was just  
A twinkle in my father's eye, and cleaves  
As she still further spreads her legs in lust.
 
As love is always love, and never wrong,
I, unrestrained by guilt, thrust deeper still.
Already, I have waited far too long
To share with my own mother in this thrill.
I hump and pump, and feel her walls go tight,
As my young cock still pounds her like a drum.
Now suddenly, our climax shakes the night,
As she from whence I came absorbs my cum!