It was a wonderful sight. I was just walking out of our bedroom, wearing only a pair of thin, satin boxers while she was simply wearing a small, colorful beach wrap around her waist, fastened at her right hip. Her firm, creamy breasts and hard, pointed nipples caught my attention first and were just begging to be sucked. She was sitting on the couch in the living room watching me, idly, and I caught the twinkle in her eye as she spied my bouncing erection. The boxers were too loose to contain it.
She held a wine glass in her hand, half full with a golden liquid as she watched me walk towards her. She casually took a sip and licked her luscious lips as I watched, making me more and more aroused the closer I came to her.
"Mmmm," she said, sliding a finger over her nipple and pinching it lightly, teasingly.
God she was incredibly sexy!
"Have I ever told you you're so good with your tongue and just sooo good at making my cock feel special?" I asked, continuing our conversation from earlier as I moved onto the couch beside her.
"Oh yeah?" she asked, taking another sip of her wine, and then opening her mouth and licking her lips seductively.
"Yeah. You're fabulous." I picked up my own glass of wine and took a sip.
She smiled, enjoying the compliment and anticipating what was to come. "Well I guess you could just say that you have the most fabulous mother."
"Oh I do... I do..." I said. And I meant it!
She unwound her legs and stood, dipping her finger into her wine. Then, standing above me, she first licked the wine from her finger and then sucked it into her mouth like a cock. God she drove me crazy when she acted like this! My cock was throbbing, harder than it had been in a while.
She knelt on the floor between my legs and helped me pull my boxers down and off, carefully easing it around my surprisingly hard erection, and casually tossing them aside. She dipped her finger into her wine again and painted my cock with it, her fingertips sliding up and down my length making me harder and harder as she teased me.
"I'm really hard today," I said. "You didn't spike my wine, did you?" I asked suspiciously.
She giggled. "No... I didn't spike your wine." She bit her lip teasingly. "I spiked the sandwich you had for dinner."
I shook my head and smiled. Those damn blue pills again.
She smiled as she leaned in, kissed my shaft momentarily, flicking her tongue over the crown, and then engulfed me.
"Oh man!" I groaned, watching her mouth fill with my shaft. And she kept going and going, until I was all the way down her fucking throat. Then she pulled back and smiled as she put her lips against the crown, kissing and sucking my length.
"Best tasting cock in the whole fucking world," she whispered.
"You know you're gonna make me cum like this?" I asked rhetorically.
"Yum yum cum cum," she chanted and snarled like a hungry animal, sucking the head into her mouth as her tongue swirled lower. "I want lots."
"You love cum in your sweet little mouth, don't you?" I teased.
She watched me a moment, sucking on the head, then released me. "Mmhmm. And all over me. So warm and yummy and creamy. Give it to me! All of it!" She growled playfully, sliding my cock back into her mouth.
I chuckled at her playful wantonness. And as I watched her give me one of the best blowjobs of my life, I realized that I helped create that animal. Not that I minded that much. When I think back about it, it wasn't totally my fault. Until that day, I just didn't realize how badly I wanted her.
And she just didn't realize how much she enjoyed cum.
*****
My mom was a beautiful woman. She was ten years younger than my dad (making her just forty), and was a nurse. She had brown hair, cut short, and curled back from her ever-smiling face. She was a little shorter than the average woman, just over five foot tall, but her spunky personality made her seem so much taller. We had a pretty good relationship as I grew to adulthood, not best friends or anything, but we were respectful of each other and never got into any arguments. Most of that stemmed from me having to grow up very quickly.
When I was just sixteen, my father was diagnosed with stage four cancer that debilitated him in many ways. It was devastating to all of us, but both my mom and I changed our lives to do what needed to be done. For my part, I had to do a lot more around the house, helping work the yard and clean inside and out. I even got a job as soon as I could so I could help pay the bills. And, instead of rushing off to college, I stayed home and got a full-time job. I wasn't making much, but with my mom's income as well, we got along. Dad's health insurance paid well, too. We successfully divided our time to make sure my dad got to his appointments and was taken care of.
But, unfortunately, he died when I was nineteen.
Dad's life insurance helped with all the bills and then some, but I continued living at home and working, helping to pay for things there. It wasn't exactly fair that my mom would be stuck handling this all by herself. It wasn't too bad, either. She and I rarely saw each other because we both worked full time, I on first shift and she on second.
Even two years after my dad died, my mom wasn't dating anyone, probably because she was working so much. And I had to admit that I wasn't either. But I did take some time to go out with my friends on the weekends. One particular night, about a year ago, was brutal. I drank both a little more than I should have, and mixed my alcoholic beverages a bit more than I should have. I rolled into the house at 2am and went right into my room.
Unfortunately, I couldn't sleep very well because my head was pounding. I was hoping it would go away on it's own once I laid down, but it didn't. So at about 4am, I went searching in both the kitchen and the bathroom for some aspirin, but couldn't find a thing. I didn't want to, but I had to go see my mom. Surely a nurse would have aspirin somewhere nearby.
I softly knocked on her door and called her. "Mom?" It took several tries, but eventually I got her attention.
"Yeah? What's wrong Vince?" she called from the bed.
"I'm sorry to wake you, but I have a killer headache and was wondering if you had any aspirin," I said.
"Yeah... yeah, I do. Just a sec," she said, sounding a bit groggy. I probably woke her up from a deep sleep the idiot that I was. I'd certainly have to do a lot of apologizing.
Her door opened a little and she stood there in a tight, spaghetti-strap night shirt and her underwear. I guess she didn't realize she wasn't wearing much. But, boy I certainly did. God, my cock went rock hard seeing her breasts almost completely exposed like that. Her body was more incredible than I'd remembered. I knew I was going to do a lot of beating off to that image.
She poked her hand towards me, palm down. "Here," she said, dropping two pills into my hand. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks. Sorry to wake you."
"It's ok," she said yawning. "See you in the morning." She closed her door and left me standing in the hall. I glanced at the two, blue pills in my hand and went into the kitchen for water. I took the pills without even a second thought. Then went back to bed with visions of my mom running through my dreams.
At 6am I woke to some serious morning wood. It was almost painful it was so strong. I tried jacking off, and while it felt good, I wasn't able to really get off. It was almost too painful for me. I wasn't sure what to do. The only person I could think of that might be able to help was my mom... not in any sexual way, mind you, but as a nurse. Surely she could tell me if this was bad and if I'd need to go to the emergency room or not.
I tried to put on some shorts to cover myself, but my erection was just too strong and painful to be contained. I dug my robe out of the closet and slipped it on, holding the front closed as best I could. I left my room and went down to my mom's bedroom again and knocked on the door.
"Yeah?" she woke a lot faster this time.
"Sorry to wake you. I... I have a problem..." I said, embarrassed.
"What's wrong?" she asked, obviously getting something to cover herself this time and moving toward the door.
"I... it's embarrassing."
She opened her door, this time wearing her robe. "What? What's wrong?"
"I... I have a problem and I don't know if it's serious or not," I said, barely able to even make eye contact.
"What kind of problem?"
"I, uh... you know how the commercial says that if it lasts for more than 4 hours... you should go see a doctor?"
"Yeah? Uh... oh!" she said, finally realizing what I was getting at and glancing down. "How long has it been?"
I took a second to think about it. "Maybe 2 hours. I dunno, I was trying to sleep until now."
"Have you tried to... you know... relieve it?" she asked, having trouble finding the words herself. This was embarrassing for both of us. She would glance down toward it occasionally, but her eyes would then quickly come back up to mine.
"I tried... but it's too painful. And I just thought that maybe I'd have to go to the emergency room or something. God, this is embarrassing."
"This could be pretty serious. It can really damage the penis." She stood thinking for a moment, as if wondering what to do. "Did you take drugs last night or something? What kind of stupid crap are you into, Vince?"
"No!" I defended myself. "No I didn't take any drugs! We just drank too much. Then I came home and got that blue aspirin from you 'cause my head was pounding."
She looked confused. "Blue aspirin... What are you talking about?"
"My head was pounding and I looked all over for some aspirin but couldn't find any, so I woke you up and got some from you. You don't remember? It was like at 4am or something."
She was searching her memory. "I kinda remember... I guess... but..." Suddenly her eyes went big and she turned, went back into her bedroom and opened the top drawer of her bedside stand. She quickly fished out a couple bottles of pills and opened first one, then the other, looking at the pills inside. After opening one, she stood still, just looking straight ahead. "Oh my..." she said.
She slowly walked back over to me with the bottle in one hand and a couple of the pills in the palm of her other hand. "Do these look like the pills you took?"
I glanced at them, but had to admit that I didn't pay that much attention last night. "Yeah, I think so. Why?"
"Damn!" she said under her breath. "Because this isn't aspirin. I put it in an aspirin bottle to hide it. Your dad was having some pretty bad problems years ago... with... you know... and none of the prescription stuff worked at all. So... I used some connections to get an experimental drug from Europe. It's not even cleared for general use. It's really, really strong and helped him a little." She looked at me and bit her lip. "But I can't imagine what it would do to a healthy guy. And if you took two... you took a double dose."
Ok, so I took some sex pills. Big deal. "Ok, so, I just wait it out and it'll go away?"
She put the pills back in the bottle and closed it up, thinking about how to respond. "No... not for a while. One dose worked wonders on your dad... for hours. I'm not sure what this will do to you."
I started feeling fuzzy... my head was beginning to spin. "I don't want to go to the emergency room," I said as I held onto the doorframe. "This is... too... embarrassing," were the last words out of my mouth before I passed out.
*****
When I woke, I was lying in my mom's bed, with just a sheet over me. My robe lay on the chair nearby. My mom was sitting on the bed beside me stroking my forehead.
"What happened?" I asked, blinking to clear my vision. My head was still roaring a little.
"You passed out. I think it's a blood-flow issue." She looked concerned.
"How long was I out?" I asked as I started to sit up.
"Whoa, whoa... just lay there. You were out for just a minute or so... just long enough for me to get you into the bed."
"What am I going to do? I don't want some strange nurse or doctor inspecting my... you know..."
She touched my arm, lovingly. "I know... I know it's embarrassing. It's embarrassing for me, too, since I gave you the wrong medicine. This stuff... it'll ruin my career if anyone finds out about it. Maybe even send me to jail. Maybe... maybe we can just take care of it here." She grabbed the sheet and started lifting it. "Can you show me?" she asked.
I was embarrassed as hell, but she was a medical professional, right? She'd done something like this before, right? At least that's what I had to tell myself. She pulled the sheet away from me and my erection was, as you might have guessed, huge. It seemed even bigger than I ever remembered.
"Ooh..." she said, astonished. Or maybe... impressed. "It's... it's very, very erect. Wow... I can see why you can't put on your pants." She inspected it without touching it, getting so close a few times that I could feel her breath on my shaft. "We're definitely going to have to... you know... take care of this. That's a very hard... hard... swollen... penis... and your scrotum are very... full. This could cause you some serious damage if we don't... you know... take care of it."
She sat back a moment, thinking about what she was going to have to do. I could tell that she was fighting a little internal battle between woman, mother, and nurse. "Do you pleasure yourself?" she asked, trying to sound professional.
"Yes," I answered softly. I could feel my face flush.
"Ok... How... often?"
"Oh, God." What a freaking embarrassing line of questioning to come from your mom. "Usually more than once a day..."
"Alright... alright..." she said almost as if impressed. She licked her lips, nervously. "It'll be best, first, if you show me what... what... technique you use... you know, to stimulate yourself."
"I dunno... I just... stroke it..."
"Ok..." she nodded professionally. "Go ahead... show me..."
I was hesitant to do it. My hand moved a little until it rest on my belly, but I just couldn't touch myself in front of her.
"It's ok," she said, trying to console me. "I... I am a nurse after all."
"I can't do it," I said. "Not... in front of you."
My mom rung her hands together. "I know... I get it... and I know I'm to blame for this. I'm just going to have to help you get better." She paused a moment as if thinking about something. And then... "I'm just going to go ahead and grab this."
She wrapped her fingers around my shaft as if she had no choice and she just had to get it over with. She moved her hand a little up and down, obviously feeling how engorged it was. Not leaving my erection, she reached into the nightstand and pulled out a small bottle. Using one hand, she flicked up the top and drizzled the cool liquid onto my shaft, using her hand to spread it around.
I could feel the pleasure quickly welling up inside me as her hand nervously stroked me.
I must have looked so scared, though. "I know... don't be nervous... I obviously know how to do this," she said, trying to calm me down. "This isn't my first time. And we don't have to tell anyone about this... Just our little secret, ok?"
Thank god! This would be way too embarrassing to tell anyone. I mean, it wasn't as if I hadn't fantasized about her or fantasized about her giving me a hand job. But... the reality of it was weird.
Her hand slid up and down the shaft slowly and her eyes darted between watching it and looking up into my face to gauge my reaction. "Alright... good... does this feel ok?"
I grunted as the pleasure grew quickly. "Yeah... yeah, it's ok," I said softly. I didn't know where to look, at her hand or her face. It was all just too... erotic.
"Ok... good... like when you do it?"
"Oh god..." I moaned. I licked my lips. "Better," I admitted. "Much better."
"Ok, yes..." She smiled, almost if she was proud of herself. "Thank you."
Her hand moved up and down in a nice, slow rhythm. She wasn't in any rush. I moaned again and my hips moved, trying to get away from her hand as the pleasure was almost overwhelming. I reached down and touched her hand, trying to tell her to stop for a moment.
"Oh... ok... already..." She knew that I meant I was extremely close to my orgasm, though, but didn't let up. "If you feel you need to, you know, cum already, just go ahead and do it," she said, her hand rising over the head and then sliding back down. "No need to tell me about it. Just go ahead and explode for me right now, as soon as you feel the need..."
And without a millisecond warning, I grunted, and a huge load of cum erupted from my cock, spraying into the air and raining down on the both of us.
She looked pleasantly surprised, both by the speed of my orgasm and by the amount of cum produced. "Oh, oh, ok... good... wow, that is a lot of cum," she said almost breathlessly. "I really shouldn't be surprised. You're a healthy young man. And young men generate a lot of... sperm."
I was breathing hard, but my head felt a little clearer.
"Do you feel a little bit better?"
I nodded.
"A lot better?
"Yeah... whew..." I did feel a lot better.
"Ok, good. Very good. Do you feel good enough to sit up?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Ok try it," she said, grabbing my wrist to help me up a little. She pulled me up and pushed my legs around until I was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Go slow now. Don't get ahead of yourself."
"Ok. I'm ok," I said reassuringly. "My head feels clearer." I could feel the cum oozing down my abdomen and over my hips.
"Good!" she said, happy that what she was doing was having some beneficial affect. When she felt I was stable, she knelt down on the floor in front of me, between my legs. "Ok, let's take a look at your penis."
I didn't have to look at it to know that it was still incredibly erect and still incredibly sensitive, but I did anyways. My mom's hands were moving my cock around a little as she inspected it and my balls. Her face was so close...
"Well, you're still very erect," she said, looking back up at me. She had no idea of the effect she was having on me. Even if I wasn't erect from the drugs, I'd be erect from her being between my legs like that. "We still have to get that down, ok? We're not out of the woods yet."
Her hand wrapped around my shaft again and she began stroking me once more. She seemed more confident this time, far less embarrassed.
"Ok... how does that feel? Still sensitive?"
Tingles were traveling all over my body. God it was extremely sensitive. "Yeah," I muttered under my breath. No matter if she were more confident or not, I was still a bit embarrassed.
"Well, we're going to have to do it again," she said, her hand continuing to stroke my shaft. "Tell me if it hurts at all, so I can fix it."
I grunted as her hand moved over the sensitive head again.
"That feel ok?"
"Yeah," I grunted again. Damn! Either she was really good at this or my cock was extremely sensitive still. It felt incredible!
"Wow... it's so... swollen..." She was looking at my cock again. And not so much clinically. She looked more like a woman... with desires... and needs...
"It seems bigger than normal still. But I bet you've seen quite a few dicks in your time."
She laughed, with a shocked look on her face. "Like I'm some slut or something? But, yes... I have seen a lot of.... cock... I shouldn't be telling you... but, yours is the biggest I've seen. Maybe it's just because of your condition. I don't know."
I watched as she kept stroking me, her eyes rarely leaving my cock now. God it felt so good.
"Is this ok?" she said, looking up at me again after I grunted.
"Yeah... it's just..."
"No, that's fine... that's fine. Don't even worry about telling me when you're..."
Before she could finish her sentence, I erupted again. Copious amounts of cum erupted into the air and fell on her face and chest. White lines erotically crisscrossed her face as I grunted again and again, my hips lifting into the air.
When it was finally over, I sat there, breathing hard, just looking down at her. She had her eyes closed, a look of surprised excitement on her face.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I said quickly.
"No... no... it's fine," she said as she scooped the cum from around her eyes so she could open them. "It's fine. Really."
"I didn't know... I'm sorry... it just happened..." I said quickly.
"No, really. It's totally fine. Don't worry about me. We have to fix this." I watched as she unconsciously put several cum-covered fingers in her mouth and pulled them out clean. Then she opened her eyes and looked up at me, her face a total mess. "I'm here for you. I need to take care of you. With all that drug in your system, it can be dangerous. So, we need to take care of that. And... I'm your mom. We need to make sure that your erection is... fully... deflated."
She looked at her cum-covered robe and began to remove it, pulling her arms free and laying it on the floor beside her. Her spaghetti-strap night shirt couldn't hide her beautiful breasts and could barely even contain them. I could see her hard nipples pointing through the material as if threatening to pierce it. She started stroking me again, this time using both hands.
"It's ok... really," she said, licking the cum from around her lips. She turned her focus onto my cock again, stroking it with both hands, even swirling one over the head, making my body shiver. "I really don't mind." She was smiling, enjoying what she was doing to me. "Does that feel good?" she asked, looking up at me again.
I nodded, licking my lips. God she was turning me on so much, just looking down at her. All the cum on her face, the look of determination, the growing look of... desire. She was enjoying this just as much as I was!
"I knew it was still going to be erect," she said shaking her head. "That drug is pretty powerful with just a single dose. Your father really needed it to get... erect. But you... oh I bet you get erect all the time. Mmhmm... so hard... all the time... So... uh... just let me do what I do best, ok?"
"Ok," I whispered, my embarrassment quickly fading as her desire became more evident. "I think you like... it."
She smiled, looking at my long, hard shaft. The desire was more than evident in her eyes. "Yeah... you've got a really nice looking cock." She nodded. "Yes... yes you do...." I grunted again as she changed technique. "You like more wrist?" she asked. "Maybe slower... like that?"
"Oh... fuck..."
She smiled up at me. "Oooh... that's a yes..."
I looked down at her, kneeling between my legs, both hands stroking my very hard cock, her face mere inches from it, covered in my dripping cum as she stared at it as if transfixed.
"God I love seeing you look like this," I said softly. "It makes me even harder."
She smiled, her face beaming with satisfaction. "Oh it does, does it?"
"I'm... I'm sorry... TMI..."
"No. No, it's good. It's good for you to tell me what turns you on. I may be your mom, but this isn't... normal."
She went back to stroking me, an extra bit of confidence in her technique and in her face. She giggled a little. "So you like seeing me covered in cum, huh? Why don't you tell me more about that?"
"What? You want to hear that it turns me on that you love stroking my cock to get more and more cum out of it?"
"It turns you on?" she smiled, so proud of herself. "You like it when I stroke your cock, covered in your cum like this? Does it make you want to cum again?"
"Fuck yes," I admitted, feeling my next load approaching fast. This was... this was an absolute fantasy come true. "It makes me so fucking hard."
"Oh yeah? It does?", she smiled almost predatorily, her face flickering in delight. She knew she had me and that she was in full control. She looked up at me and licked her lips in excitement. "Cum for your mommy. Cum for me. Yeah... you've got a lot stored up in those balls for me. You're going to drain yourself for me... right?"
Suddenly another burst of cum erupted from my cock. God it was almost as much as the first one. I wasn't slowing down in the least! "Good..." she said, stroking and squeezing every drop from me, as this burst once again covered her face and chest, making her top very wet and gooey. My cum was literally oozing down her face now and between her breasts.
She was breathing hard... obviously very excited by all this. "Very, very good," she said, quickly resuming her stroking. I'd never cum this much in my life and my cock had never stayed this hard for this long. It was incredible! "You're feeling more relaxed now... but still so... so hard... We gotta... we gotta keep going, don't we?" She nodded as if determining this was definitely her responsibility. "You're my son... I know what you need."
One of her hands reached down and played with my balls. My sack was still full, but not nearly as much as it was when we started. "Your balls feel so much better already. Not so tight and full." Suddenly she stopped and looked up at me again. "Do... do you think you can stand up for me?"
"I... I think so..."
"You need to try so we can see how you're progressing." She held my hand as I stood by the bed, while she remained on her knees in front of me. Her face was at exactly the same level as my cock. "Good! This is progress," she said looking up. "You're standing! You don't feel dizzy, do you?" She looked concerned for a moment, sincerely wanting to make sure I was ok.
I thought for a moment, seeing if I felt any dizziness at all. "No... I feel ok."
"Good! Very good.... very, very... very good," she said as she resumed stroking me.
"Fuck! You seem to be pretty happy with yourself," I said looking down at her. "You know... on your knees... stroking my cock." I put my hand on the side of her face, pushing the cum away with my thumb. "I think you like this mommy role."
"Oh yeah," she smiled. "It makes me happy making you feel good."
"I think you're a slut mommy... my slut."
"Yeah? You do?", she asked, her hands moving up and down, up and down my shaft. "You think I'm a little slut now? 'Cause I'm covered in your cum? 'Cause I'm here milking you? Your big fucking cock... You think I'm a little slut? Your personal little ball-draining slut you can use whenever you want? Hmm? Is that what you think I am? Is that all I am to you? Huh?"
"Oh," I moaned, feeling my cock twitching in desire. God I wished I could fuck her right now. "Fuck! Yeah, you're my fucking slut."
"Oh... yeah... I like it when you talk like that... like I'm your dirty little bitch whore." She renewed her efforts on my cock as I watched her. Her hands felt amazing and she was so covered in my cum. I wondered how long I could keep this up. "You know," she said looking up at me, complete desire and submission written all over her face. "You can use me however you want. As long as you cum for me. I love being your dirty little cunt."
Cum suddenly ejected yet again from my cock as I grunted over and over. As each spurt hit her face, neck, and chest, she also grunted in approval, directing each spray all over her body. "Yes, yeah... yeah... very good... good..." God she was such a cumslut!
When it finally stopped again, I was panting and wondering if I should sit down. My mom was sitting back on her ankles with her eyes closed, just enjoying the feeling of my cum dripping from her, one hand scooping cum into her wanton mouth. She never looked more sexy and desirable to me. I wanted her so badly.
She opened her eyes and looked up at me, her chest heaving with her heavy breathing. She looked down at her boobs, at the cum soaked shirt she was wearing and decided to take it off. She reached down with both hands, grabbed the hem, and pulled it up and over her head, letting her breasts bounce free. She was definitely a well built woman. Her breasts were gorgeous, especially from where I stood. Her nipples were incredibly hard and pointed and cum oozed down from her neck and slid into the deep valley between them.
One hand grabbed my shaft, stroking it once more, as the other disappeared between her own legs, sliding into her panties and toying with her pussy. She looked up at me again. "But you know, you're still so hard. Fuck, you're still so incredibly hard!"
I was thinking I'd cum enough and wondered if my cock could even take much more of this. "I'm feeling better now," I said. "We can stop."
She looked almost desperate. It was obvious she didn't want to stop. "I know. I know you're feeling much better. But... but the point of this is to make sure the drug is out of your system and you don't just get hard again. And I... uh... I just need to make sure you're feeling... so good..." She seemed to get lost in what she was doing, the hand at her pussy moving a little faster now, distracting her. "I uh... Again... again..." she said, determined to make me cum again. "Let me stroke that big fucking cock. Again and again," she said with each stroke of her hand.
She was almost lost in her own excitement, stroking my cock as her fingers teased her own clit. It was extraordinarily erotic watching her and feeling her hand continuing to tease me. Fuck! How many times had I cum already, 3... 4? I'd completely lost count.
"You know what?" she asked excitedly, licking her lips, staring longingly at my shaft. "I think it'll make you feel so good if I just put that big fat cock head in my mouth and suck that cum out. Much better than my hands, don't you think? Oh yeah. Your little slutty mommy will do whatever it takes."
"God that's so hot," I moaned, helplessly watching her.
She looked up at me, looking depraved... desperate... wanton. "Yeah? Whatever it takes... You're so big... and hard... and full... oh God so much cum." She licked her lips, licking all the cum from her lips and pulling it into her mouth. "Yummy cum," she growled. "You like mommy's mouth, baby? It's so warm and wet. It'll feel so good... You want me to put it in my mouth where it belongs?"
Her hand kept stroking as her face came closer and closer, her mouth now an inch from the head of my cock. Then I watched as she opened her mouth and sucked on the head for a moment. God it felt incredible and I grunted in approval. Her mouth was definitely warm and wet and it felt heavenly as she sucked on it. She moaned as if she was loving it just as much as I was.
"Oh God..." I moaned and I put a hand on her head.
"Oh yeah... you're going to cum, aren't you? Oh fuck... you love it when my mouth just...."
She quickly went right back to sucking on the head of my cock as her hand stroked the shaft up and down. She was good at reading my body movements and knew that I was getting so close again. I was breathing hard, panting as the pressure was building.
"Come on," she said pulling away for a second. "Show me I'm your little fucking slut. You're going to fill my mouth up with cum, aren't you? Are you going to make me swallow?"
It was just too much for me and I grabbed her head with both hands, fucking her face, pushing my cock in deeper and then coming out until just the tip was between her lips again and again. I could barely hear the gluck, gluck, gluck sound she made as my cock thrust in and out of her throat.
I could feel her hands on my ass, pulling me in, holding me desperately, so I wouldn't pull out. I came again, my cock pulsing between her lips, gobs and gobs of my cum draining into her mouth as she tried to contain it. A lot of it spilled out between her lips and dribbled down onto her chin, mixed with her spit.
I eased my hold on her head and then pulled back until my cock was free. She was gasping for air and her hands went to her mouth, trying to catch all the cum that was leaking out, thrusting it back into her mouth. She was shaking, dizzy and excited with lust.
"Oh God, that's it." She grabbed my shaft again and licked and sucked on the tip, pulling as much cum from me as she could like she just couldn't get enough. "Mmmm... you know what? I think we should do it one more time."
"I don't know if I can, mom. I'm so tired. And I feel so much better."
"I know... you're making great progress, but I... as your mother, I think you really need to cum one more time. Mmhmm... Don't you think it would be really nice if I could make you cum just one more time? I know you think you feel better, but... but mommy knows best. I know what's best for you. I've seen this before and you just have to do it more and more and more."
I was still breathing hard, barely recovered from my last orgasm, when she started stroking my shaft and sucking on the tip again. I didn't know how much more I had left in me, but I didn't think I could stop her, either. She was a fucking animal. I'd never seen anyone act so desperate and wanton before.
"Come on. You gonna come for me another time?" she asked stroking her hand up and down as the other slipped between her own legs once more. "Cum for your mother, baby," she ordered. "Like a good boy. Make your mommy so happy. Your little slave slut mommy will do anything... anything for that cum, you know. Anything to be yours again."
I covered my face with my hands and closed my eyes, feeling my cock pulsing with desire, hearing her words driving me to the edge yet again. This was insane! And I felt a need I'd never felt before. An pure, animalistic desire to fuck her. I grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up. Turning both of us I threw her on the bed, face down. She giggled at my ferocity, which only made me want her more.
"Oh yeah..." she moaned as I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me from behind. I grabbed her panties in one hand and pulled, ripping them, and they fell uselessly to the ground. I lined my cock up with her pussy and pushed into her, going in deep as her heat and wetness engulfed my shaft. God it felt better than I'd imagined. Even better than her mouth!
I started thrusting into her as she looked back at me.
"Yeah... come on," she said, egging me on. "Do it! Just one more time for mommy, huh? Show mommy you love what she's done for you. Oh yeah, show me, baby."
I was pounding into her, our bodies slapping together. I grunted in time with every thrust, intent on going as deep and hard and fast as I possibly could.
"You're so big!" she moaned, arching her back for more pleasure.
I could barely breath, but managed to mutter "Oh my God your pussy feels so good."
"Oh God. I know. I know, it feels so good to me, too."
I kept thrusting, my hands holding her hips tightly. She reached back and grabbed my forearms, my hands grabbing hers, too. I pulled, arching her back up, giving me a new angle with each thrust, pulling and slamming my hips forward again and again.
"Fuck! You feel so good. This is all for you. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah... Fuck me any way you want!"
And I did. I drove into her pussy again and again.
"I'm gonna cum," I whispered, letting her arms go and grabbing her hips again.
"Yeah? Don't stop, baby. Don't stop. You know what you're going to do? You're going to cum in my pussy this time. You think you can fill me up? Fill my little hole up? I want to feel it, baby. I want to feel you fill me with cum."
"Oh... oh God..." I groaned.
"Do it! Fill me with your cum! Yeah you like that." She used her hands to push off the bed, to thrust back into me every time I thrust forward. Our bodies were slamming together making me go even deeper into her pussy. She started making noises and I knew she was going to cum hard herself. "Take me... take your cum-slut mommy. I'm all yours, baby! Biggest fucking cock I've... ever... felt!"
I could feel her legs twitching and her pussy squeezing my cock as she came all over my cock and that's all it took for me to cum, too. I could feel my cock pulse deep inside her, and I could imagine her body filling up with my cum. I grunted, just standing there, holding her hips as my cock pulsed again and again. We were both breathing heavily, sweat pouring from our bodies.
I pulled out of her, my cock finally going limp. I was hopeful that the drug had finally run its course.
My mom had dropped one hand to her pussy and was playing with the cum there as she turned and dropped to her knees in front of me again. Gently and... motherly... she sucked my cock into her mouth and began cleaning me off. In a matter of a minute, she had licked and sucked my cock completely clean and sat back on her heels, looking tired and worn. She was a mess, with cum all over her face, neck, and chest. A lot of it had dripped and rubbed off onto her bedspread where her body lay. I was sure a ton was dripping from her pussy onto the carpet, too.
But she looked so serene and happy; happier than I'd seen her in a long time.
I sat on the bed, my own body so very tired. I felt like I could sleep for a week.
Mom stood and put out her hand for me. I took it and she helped me stand, then moved in and hugged me. Her body was warm and wet, but felt so good against me.
"Thank you, baby. Mmmmmm... I hope you feel better now. Go lie down and get some rest. I'll check on you in a couple hours to... um... make sure your problem has gone away. Ok?"
"Ok, mom," I said, moving out of her bedroom and down to my own. I didn't have anywhere to go today, so the rest would do me a world of good. I knew I'd be dreaming about my mom, though, and our new relationship.