MOM SUCKS DICK!

Okay, so it should not have come as a shock that my parents had sex. I mean, they'd had me, right? It just wasn't something I had ever really thought about. Then one day I walked in the door and there they were. Mom was on her knees on the living room floor, and they both moaned loudly as she sucked my dad's dick. I just froze where I stood and stared in disbelief.

Her slurps were loud and her moans were eager as my mother went to town on that hard cock.

I can still picture it clearly to this day. I was at the end of the entry hall from the front door, looking around the corner into the living room. Dad was standing sideways to me, facing to my left and looking down at Mom's face while his right hand tangled in her hair. Her eyes were half-closed and she looked like she was in a trance as she moaned and hungrily sucked his dick.

I had turned eighteen several months earlier and had recently had my dick sucked for the first time. It hadn't been anything like what I was watching there in the living room. My girlfriend had been tentative and had warned me in advance not to come in her mouth. When my father shuddered and came, I shuddered as I watched. It looked intense. From where I stood I could clearly see the base of his shaft pulsing and my mother's throat working as he unloaded right down her gullet.

What made it even more arousing were the lustful moans coming out of Mom's throat as she gulped down my father's sperm. She shivered all over and I finally noticed her hand was between her thighs. Playing with herself and sucking cock had made my mother have a spectacular orgasm!

I realized I was completely hard and silently stepped back out of sight in the entry hall. I shuddered again when I heard my dad's voice, dripping with gratitude.

"Damn, baby, that was incredible. I love the way you suck my cock."

"Mmm," she replied. She swallowed audibly, making me shiver again. "You know I love sucking you. I'm so happy you had another delicious load for me today."

Another load? I thought. Wait, was she saying she had already...? I shook my head and felt foolish. Of course that was what she was saying. Then I pictured my father's happy face as he came out of their bedroom that morning and knew she had probably awakened him with a marvelous blowjob. It shook me when I realized he had that same look on his face pretty much every day.

Mom sucks dick!

That thought rocked me, and I knew I would not be able to face my parents at that moment. I don't think they heard me when I let myself out the front door. I went for a long walk to try to clear my head, and the chill breeze of the approaching evening helped my throbbing dick relax.

I wonder now how things might have gone differently if Denise and I had not broken up.

I imagine that I would have headed over to her place, that we would have had sex, and that the image of my mother with her lips wrapped around a thick, hard cock would not have remained fixed in my mind the way it did. Maybe it's just wishful thinking on my part. The reality was that Denise and I had broken up two weeks earlier, and I already had sex on the brain.

Now that image would not leave my mind.

I think I did a decent job of keeping that thought from creeping into my expression. After walking around our neighborhood for several minutes, I returned home and my parents welcomed me back. As usual, they both gave me a hug and a brief peck on the lips. We turned our thoughts to dinner and enjoyed a nice meal together as a family as we did most weekdays.

The three of us always prepared dinner together, dividing up the work so that it took little time or effort for any one of us. After we had eaten, we joked and talked about our day as we cleared the table and cleaned the dishes. After that we sat in the living room and watched television, cracking jokes about the shows that we watched.

I went to my room and knocked out my homework at around nine, as I usually did. I didn't have much of it, and it only took as long as it did because I was distracted. I kept picturing that scene from the living room. My parents came in after knocking, as they usually did, and I got up to give them a hug and a brief smooch. It was another normal night for us, except that I felt my dick stirring when my mother hugged me and her body pressed against mine.

Dad hugged me right after I had kissed Mom good-night, and I didn't have the same reaction, obviously. They closed my door and I listened to them talking softly as they headed down the hallway to their bedroom. A few minutes later I got up and stretched before heading to the bathroom. I froze with my hand on the doorknob to the bathroom. My head turned and my eyes went wide as I stared at their closed bedroom door.

Through the door I could clearly hear my mother once again moaning and sucking my dad's dick. After a few seconds, I shakily let myself into the bathroom, flicked on the light, and stood in front of the toilet to pee. Only...I couldn't. My dick had gotten completely hard and I could still hear those wet, slurping sounds coming through the wall. I stared down at my throbbing dick and could not tune out those noises coming from my parents' bed.

Unbidden, I pictured my mother's face in front of me with those half-lidded eyes as her mouth welcomed my hard dick. I closed my eyes and shook my head, angry with myself for even thinking such a thing. The problem was I could still hear her. And then I heard my dad groan and my mother was once again gulping down a load of his dick juice.

It wasn't like they were being loud. If I had not seen them earlier that afternoon, I probably would not have even noticed. I was simply unable to shake that vision from my mind, and I heard them because I was listening for it.

Eventually I managed to pee and finish my homework. I lay in my bed afterward and nothing could drive that image of my mother sucking dick from my mind. I felt dirty when my hand closed on my throbbing boner, but it felt like I could not help myself. It was the first time I ever thought about my mom while I jacked off. When I got close I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed a tissue, filling it with a pretty substantial load before wadding it up and dropping it into the trash.

I felt guilty afterwards. What had driven me over the edge was picturing my mother sucking my dick. I'm not sure how long I lay there wrestling with my conflicting thoughts before I fell asleep.

* * *

In the morning, it was my father who woke me up. He was grinning from ear to ear and I just knew he had gotten yet another amazing blowjob that morning. I got up and stumbled across the hallway to the bathroom. The door was open leading into my parents' bedroom, and Mom was standing in front of her mirror brushing her long, light-brown hair and humming quietly. She was only wearing a lacy bra and matching panties.

Again, it was not unusual for me to see her like that as she got dressed for work. I couldn't tell you how many times I had seen her in her underwear or seen my dad in just his boxers. Somehow, it felt different that morning. It had only been a brief, sidelong glance through that open door, but I shook slightly when I closed the bathroom door behind me.

My mother had a very nice body, and it had never truly occurred to me. Her breasts looked to be about the same size as Denise's full C-cups, and her hips had a nice curve to them that had been missing from my skinny girlfriend. I had started the water for my shower on autopilot, but I was thinking, My mother has got nice, big tits, a sexy ass, and she loves to suck cock.

It was probably a good thing I did not have more time. I'm sure I would have jacked off in the shower while thinking about my mother once again. Instead I turned off the hot water, torturing myself with the icy spray as I rinsed off. I felt like a bad son for thinking those things about my mother and thought I deserved to be punished.

I was still shivering when I came out of my room, dressed for school.

Mom works at the office at the elementary school. It is right down the block from the high school, so she always gave me a ride in the morning. It took me a while to figure out she was looking at me with concern, since her attention was mostly on the road.

I was still shivering after that cold shower, and the car was chilly that morning.

"Are you okay?" she finally asked. "Do you feel sick? Should I take you to the doctor?"

I shook my head repeatedly in response to her questions. "No, no," I replied. "I'll be fine, Mom. I took too long in the shower and ran out of hot water."

It had happened before. Both of my parents usually had their morning showers before I started mine. Mom nodded and seemed to accept my explanation, but then she shivered and a small smile played over her lips. It was subtle, but it made me wonder what she was thinking. My eyes stayed on those lovely lips a little too long, and then I jerked my head forward and tried to focus on the car in front of us.

It was too late. I was already picturing those lips wrapped around my hardening cock.

We got to my school and I leaned over and gave my mother a quick smooch before getting out of the car. She let out an odd noise when I stood up--somewhere between a gasp and a snort--and I bent over to look back into the car at her. Mom gave me a brief smile and said, "Have a great day!"

"You too," I replied. Then I closed the passenger door and she was on her way.

When I noticed the obvious bulge in the front of my jeans I looked around nervously before adjusting myself. I was four steps inside the building when I stopped in my tracks. Had Mom seen my obvious hard-on? Was that what prompted that weird sound she made?

Just to be clear, these subtle little things about my mom loom larger in my memory now. At the time, I thought about them briefly and then went on with my day. It was a pretty typical Wednesday, and I only remember what day it was now because the day before had been "that Tuesday" as I would forever remember it. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I had soccer practice after school. It was the reason I had come home after my dad that day, and the reason they had been alone in the living room.

I did not have any after school activities on Wednesdays, so I walked from the high school to the elementary school after my last class. When I walked into the office, it was only because I was so focused on my mother's face that I noticed the way her eyes worked their way up my legs. She licked her lips when her eyes reached my crotch--not lasciviously or anything, it was really subtle--and then her eyes widened slightly when they flicked up to my face.

She turned and looked at the clock on the wall before turning back to me with a smile and a slight shake of her head. "I had no idea it was this late," she murmured. "Have a seat. I'll be finished in about fifteen minutes."

"Okay Mom," I replied easily, walking over to the long bench seat and plopping down. I set my book bag between my feet and opened the top zipper. Reaching inside, I found the book I was reading for my English class and pulled it out. I had a bookmark in it and opened to the spot I had left off reading earlier.

I might have managed to read a single page while I waited for Mom to wrap up her work on the computer. For one thing, it was distracting when I caught her looking over at me. She would smile and shake her head slightly. The distracting part was the way her eyes raked over me each time. If a high school girl had looked me over that way, it would have been obvious to me that she was interested.

The other thing that interfered with my reading was that two of the women who worked with my mom stopped to say hello and ask how I was doing. One of them, Monica, was just a few years older than me. I had always thought Monica was attractive and I knew she was not married. The way she talked with me that day felt different. I wondered at first if it was my oversexed imagination, but Mom and two other women in the office looked over at us with some surprised expressions on their faces.

Monica leaned a little closer to me than was necessary. Her voice rose into a breathy little laugh and she seemed to lick her lips an awful lot while we talked. She rested her hand on my forearm and said, "Well, it was so nice to see you again." I did not miss the way her eyes roved over my body before she turned and walked into her office. When I turned to look at my mother, she quickly turned her head back to her computer screen.

In the car on the way home, I asked, "Mom, did it seem like Monica was flirting with me?"

She laughed merrily. "Honey, I don't think she could have been any more obvious. But I don't know that Terri was much better, and she's a married woman." Her eyes glittered when she looked my way. "You've really turned into a handsome young man."

"Hmm," I said. "Do you think I should ask Monica out? I know she's a little older than me, but I've always thought she was attractive."

We had just pulled to a stop at the intersection and my mother's head whipped around to her right. She stared at me with an expression bordering on horror. Her mouth worked wordlessly for a long moment, and then she shook her head and focused on the road. After a couple of minutes she finally spoke.

"Honey, I'd really rather you didn't," she said softly. "Monica and I have worked together for two years and I will still see her at work every day. It would be really tough for me to talk to her if the two of you were sleeping together."

I blushed when she said that. "Mom! I didn't say anything about...wait, you think she wants to sleep with me?"

Mom got a severe case of the giggles then, but she refused to say anything else. When we got home, I was annoyed because it felt like she was teasing me. I'm pretty sure that was what I was thinking when I went into my room to change out of my school clothes. Normally I closed the door, but this time I left it wide open. When my mother walked by I was standing in front of my bed wearing only a pair of boxer-briefs.

I was careful not to look her way, even when she stopped and gasped. She hurried on to her bedroom, and I smiled and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My smile faded as I realized just how obvious those snug underpants made the bulge of my half-hard dick. I knew they really made my muscular legs stand out because Denise had commented about it. I had played soccer for twelve years and it showed. That was what I had intended to tease my mother with.

Denise had also mentioned what a nice, big, thick dick I had. I had not thought to tease my mom by letting her see that. Oh, well, I thought with a shrug. Nothing to be done about it now, I suppose. I'll just have to act like nothing happened and hope she's not mad at me.

Well, she wasn't mad at me. From that afternoon on, though, her eyes seemed constantly drawn to my crotch. It's not like she was staring and drooling, of course. It was just that I kept catching her glancing at the bulge in the front of my shorts and it kept me at least partially aroused all the time. I guess it was just me being immature, but I felt like it made us even somehow. I know it doesn't really make sense. Mom hadn't meant to tease me by letting me see her sucking my dad's dick there in the living room.

Dad became the unwitting beneficiary of my efforts to tease my mother. As soon as he got home, she met him at the front door and kissed him hungrily. Before I could get up from the couch to give him the usual "welcome home" hug, she had whisked him down the hallway into their bedroom. The door did not quite close all the way, and I heard him gasp as she yanked down his pants and attacked his dick with her cock-hungry mouth.

God! The sound of my mother eagerly sucking dick like that...I was hard as a brick and retreated to my bedroom. I left my door cracked open, and those incredible sounds drifted in. I did not feel nearly as guilty this time when I pulled my dick out and stroked it. When I heard my dad groan out loud and my mother gulping down his load, my cock erupted into the waiting tissue. I had imagined she was sucking my cock and drinking my load, and I had come as hard as I could ever recall.

* * *

We were all a little quiet at dinner that evening. I think Dad knew I had heard them, and he kept giving me little nervous, sidelong glances. I'm sure my face was at least a little flushed. Mom managed to carry the conversation for all of us, but she lost her train of thought a few times when she looked at my face or my father's. We were also uncharacteristically quiet as we watched television, and I excused myself early to get to work on my reading.

When I got up, Dad popped up from the couch and gave me a big hug and a slap on the back. "I love you, Son," he said.

"I love you too, Dad," I replied with a smile.

Mom shook her head before she stood up to give me a hug. I realized she had been staring at the bulge in the front of my shorts as well as my dad's. They had been right at her eye level. Her nipples were noticeably hard even through her bra. I could feel those throbbing nubs against my chest when we hugged.

I was careful to keep my hips back from her when we hugged and murmured, "I love you, Mom," before giving her a peck on the lips.

"I love you too," she said softly to my retreating back.

A glance over my shoulder showed me the back of Dad's head as he settled back into the couch. Mom's eyes were glued to my ass and the backs of my legs.

* * *

I read for an hour and then got up to stretch. Since I had already given my parents "good night" hugs and kisses, I did not expect them to come into my room. I was wearing my boxer-briefs and a tank top when I heard the soft knock at my door, but it didn't occur to me that was what I had on until after I had said, "come in," and my mother pushed the door open. Then I became conscious of what I was wearing because my dick instantly hardened in those snug underpants.

Like I said earlier, I had frequently seen my mother in the morning when she was wearing a bra and panties. It wasn't a big deal. I had never seen her wearing the lacy, short nightgown she had on that night, and she was clearly not wearing a bra or panties beneath it. I could easily see her tits and her pussy through that thing!

Her eyes went wide and I realized my straining dick must be just as obvious. We stood staring at each other for a handful of seconds, but it felt much longer. My mother's sexy body felt like it was burning itself into my memory. Finally our eyes met and she whispered, "I wanted to give you a hug before bed."

I nodded and spread my arms. When she reached for my neck and stepped toward me, the bottom of her sexy nightgown lifted up and completely exposed the tiny strip of her pubic hair and the glistening lips of her pussy. My eyes were wide when I looked from down there up into her eyes. Her expression told me she knew exactly where I had been looking. Then her arms were around my neck and she pulled me down for a kiss unlike any we had shared before.

She moaned against my lips as my throbbing shaft was pressed against her belly. I could feel the hot wetness of her pussy as it ground into my thigh. I wrapped my arms around her back as I normally would, and that mashed her big tits and hard nipples into my ribcage.I broke off the kiss quickly when I saw that my bedroom door was still wide open. I expected my dad to come through that door at any moment, but he didn't. I could not help but stare at the exposed swell of the bottom of my mother's sexy ass cheeks as she swayed out my bedroom door. Then I saw her looking over her shoulder at me and smiling. She blew me a kiss before she closed the door.

A few minutes later I heard my father walk down the hallway to their bedroom. His voice was a throaty growl before he closed their door, but I could not make out his words. A minute later I made my way into the bathroom, and stroked my hard cock while I listened to my parents fucking. By the time they were reaching a thunderous climax, I was shooting my own substantial load into the toilet bowl.

Back in my bedroom, I realized I could hear them clearly and I knew my mother was being much louder than she had ever been before. I had never heard them having sex before that night, and even if I had not been listening for it I could not possibly have missed what was going on in their bedroom.

It felt like it went on for hours.

* * *

In the morning, my straining erection woke me up before either of my parents was even awake. I was harder than usual, but still had an overwhelming need to urinate. I hustled across the hall to the bathroom, but then wound up standing in front of the toilet for a good five minutes waiting for that erection to subside enough for me to pee.

As a result, I was standing there in the bathroom when I heard my mother wake up, moan, and start sucking Dad's dick. By the time I had finished urinating and washed my hands, I was completely hard again. My dick was pulsing inside my boxer-briefs as my mother's hungry slurps and moans carried through that wall. I was up early and had plenty of time for a change. I slid my underpants down my thighs and closed my eyes, imagining my mother's mouth as I stroked my hard cock.

I did not hear it when she abruptly got out of their bed. My eyes shot open when I heard her gasp, and there she was standing in the bathroom doorway staring at my hard cock in my hand. Her hair was disheveled, and she looked incredibly sexy and turned on in that same obscenely revealing little lace nightie.

"Mom!" I gasped in surprise, and then it was like saying it out loud triggered my orgasm. I shot four thick ropes of semen into the bathroom sink, and my mother watched with her mouth hanging open while I did it.

This time she actually was drooling. She swallowed heavily, twice, and looked like she wanted to say something. After I shuddered and the rest of my cum drooled out of me, she finally shook her head and closed the bathroom door. A minute later I heard her start the shower in the other bathroom.

I washed down the evidence in my sink and then brushed my teeth. I started my shower before Mom finished hers. I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and carrying my underpants and tank top in my hand. Mom was standing in front of her mirror once again, but this time she still had her bath towel wrapped around her body. Her eyes met mine and I could hear the water running in their shower.

I licked my lips but couldn't think of anything appropriate to say. Neither could she, evidently. She just smiled at me and shook her head before she returned to brushing her hair. I got dressed for school, checking my reflection carefully before I left my room. I knew I was going to be hard all day, so I wore baggy cargo pants instead of my normal jeans.

Dad gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before he headed out the door for work. He works for a military contracting company. I never knew what his hours would be, but I did know quite a bit about what he did. A few years earlier, there had been a helicopter crash that had made the news. He wound up flying out to the crash site because his company did a lot of the maintenance and design work on those helicopters for the army. None of that work was really classified, so he was comfortable answering my questions when he got back from that trip.

Mom and I kept looking at each other across the dining room table after he left, but we ate our breakfast and didn't say anything. There wasn't time for a long conversation and I sure as hell did not know what to say to her. Finally, in the car, she murmured, "That was quite a show you gave me this morning."

I looked at her face closely. She had her eyes on the traffic ahead of us and her expression did not give me a clue. "Should I apologize for that?" I finally asked.

The corners of her lips turned up. "No," she replied. "I just...I noticed the light coming in under the bedroom door and worried you might not be feeling well. You're never up that early."

I thought of several things to say, but discarded each as it occurred to me. "Sorry you had to see that, Mom," I managed after an uncomfortable silence.

Her eyes darted over toward me and she nodded, but then she chewed her lip thoughtfully. Just before we pulled into the parking lot of the high school, she said, "I'm not really sorry I saw that. At least I know you're not sick." She pulled into a parking spot in the middle of the parking lot and turned to face me. Her voice was a throaty growl when she added, "No, you are a very healthy young man."

She leaned over to kiss me and her hand came to rest on the top of my thigh. I could feel her fingertips brushing the shaft of my cock right through those cargo pants and my underwear. From the mischievous look in her eyes, I am pretty sure she knew exactly what she was doing.

My boner did not go away until soccer practice that afternoon.

* * *

When I got home after practice, my parents' cars were both in the driveway. I was a little apprehensive when I unlocked the front door and let myself inside. After quietly closing the front door, I stood quietly and listened. It didn't take long to pick out the sound of my parents' bed bouncing up and down as they had sex in there. It sounded like Dad was really giving it to her hard and fast.

I went to my room and grabbed a change of clothes and then headed into my bathroom to shower. I was still sweaty after a long scrimmage that afternoon. The sound of the cascading water drowned out the sex noises so I was able to relax and get clean. After I rinsed off the soap and shampoo, the house was surprisingly silent. I dried off and put on my clean clothes--lightweight jogging shorts and another tank top, since it was warm that afternoon.

Mom had a dreamy look on her face. She was reclining on the couch watching television, still wearing the long skirt and blouse she had worn to work that morning. As I got closer I could see that the blouse was untucked and she no longer wore a bra. Amazing what a difference it makes having one less button buttoned at the top of that blouse. I could see a wonderful display of her creamy cleavage when I walked over to plop down next to her.

She looked over and smiled softly before returning her attention to the screen. Once I settled in, she leaned over to rest her head on my shoulder and I felt her hand on my bare thigh. "You smell nice," she murmured.

"Thanks," I replied.

Her hand slowly stroked my thigh and I had not put on any underwear beneath those thin shorts. That feather-light touch on my skin already had my shaft hardening even though it wasn't close to her hand. My mind went to work at that point and I was struggling to figure out if the way she was touching me was inappropriate or meant anything.

My parents weren't shy about giving me hugs or brief kisses my whole life. It was perfectly normal for them to rest a comforting hand on my shoulder or to give my knee a squeeze when they wanted my attention. I was pretty sure my mother had touched my thigh before this, but couldn't recall a specific example. Perhaps that was just because it hadn't ever meant anything in my mind, and I had not been so keenly aware of her touch. I could recall her sitting next to me on the couch and scratching my back when I was younger. She hadn't done that recently, and I wondered idly if it was my fault.

Had I shied away from her as I got older for fear of looking like a "mama's boy?"

She gave my thigh a squeeze and I turned my head to look down at her face. I gulped, as most of her magnificent right breast was revealed at that angle. She sighed and spoke languidly.

"What's on your mind, honey? You look like something is bothering you."

I realized my brows had knitted in thought and it must look like I was scowling, so I tried to give her a warm smile. "It's nothing, Mom," I replied, reaching down to give her thigh a light squeeze in response. That was a little awkward since I was reaching across her arm to do it. When my forearm brushed hers, her hand slid further up my thigh and it was beneath the hem of my shorts.

I was just grateful my dick was leaning over to the other side, or she would have touched it.

I picked my hand up off of her thigh and then lifted my arm over her to rest it across her shoulders. She sighed happily and snuggled into my side.

"I was just thinking about some...things," I continued lamely, chewing my lip as I tried to think how to put it, or whether I should simply keep it to myself. When I felt the back of her fingers brush the side of my balls, my eyes widened.

This was definitely something that had never happened before. I looked at her face and she murmured, "Sorry," before sliding her hand back down to the middle of my thigh.

I couldn't help myself. "You don't look sorry," I chuckled.

She smiled at me. "Well, I am," she replied in that same soft, unhurried tone. "I didn't mean to tease you, sweetheart. I know it's been hard for you since you and Denise broke up." I bit my lip and shook my head slightly. "I didn't mean literally hard," she chuckled, but then her eyes flicked down to my crotch and her eyes widened.

I looked down and it was easy to tell where the ridge of my pulsing cock head was pressed against the thin fabric of my lightweight jogging shorts. It was blatantly obvious that I was hard and it was throbbing in time with my pulse. It did not help one bit when she licked her lips and swallowed audibly right next to me on the couch.

Shit! I thought. If it's this obvious to me and Mom...

I looked around nervously. "Where's Dad?"

"He left for the airport while you were in the shower," she replied.

"Oh? Where is he going?"

"He has a convention in Virginia," she answered. Her eyes never left my dick. "He said he should be back on Monday night."

I felt her body shifting as her hand once again slid up my thigh. I gulped again as I took in the way she was fixated on my throbbing boner. Instead of sliding her hand up beneath the right leg of my shorts, she slid it right over the bulging shaft and squeezed it through the material. Then her fingers pulled the material of the left leg opening upward and my dick was exposed. It popped up and she moaned as she leaned down toward it.

I tried desperately to think of something besides sex that I could mention, a topic to get my mother's attention off of my hard dick. Food immediately sprang to mind and I figured I would ask what she wanted for dinner. I opened my mouth and croaked, "Are you hungry, Mom?"

"Oh, God, yes," she replied huskily, and then she moaned again as her mouth took in the head of my dick.

For the first two minutes, I thought about protesting. This was wrong. I was a bad son to let my mother's amazing, wet, talented, hungry mouth slurp on my hard dick like that. Oh, it was so wrong of me to leak all that pre-cum onto her tongue the way I was. Never mind the way she moaned and slurped it down like it was her favorite flavor of ice cream.

Then she was shifting on the couch, rising onto her knees beside me, and it became impossible for me to think about bringing this amazing sensation to an end. It felt far too perfect when her lips and tongue swirled around the head and then she was insistently driving it deep into her mouth.

"Oh, Mom," I moaned helplessly.

If I had hoped that would snap her out of her cock-lust, I was wrong. She moaned hungrily once again and then she went to town on my dick. I could not tell what she was doing exactly, but it all felt fucking incredible! I had never imagined that a blowjob could feel that intense and pleasurable. It was a miracle I didn't explode right then.

Somehow, she was prolonging the experience and keeping me from that orgasm. I was like putty in her hands--or mouth in this case--and she was a master craftsman working my throbbing dick to her will. Again and again she lapped up the pre-cum that was leaking out of me, savoring it before gulping it down. I shuddered each time she did, and that feeling was so extraordinary it felt almost as good as the release of orgasm.

I heard a helpless, high-pitched whine escape my throat and nearly blacked out from pure pleasure. She turned her head then, and her eyes held mine spellbound as she gradually let my glistening cock slide from her lips. After kissing the tip, she whispered huskily, "I love your dick, honey. It's absolutely amazing."

Her tongue snaked out and swirled around the throbbing head once again. My dick looked absolutely enormous. I had never been this hard and aroused before. Her little hand tightened around the base of my shaft and she forced another big drop of my pre-cum out so she could lap it up.

"Mmm," she moaned. "I love how good that tastes. Such a wonderful appetizer." She shuddered visibly as she swallowed it, and then she growled, "I'm ready for the main course now. It's time to feed your Mom all the delicious cum you have stored up in these balls."

"Ohhh!" I cried out helplessly as her mouth took half my length and then applied firm suction. At the same time, her hand lightly squeezed my swollen balls and coaxed them to give up the sperm she craved.

I think I did black out then. It felt like the roaring of a jet engine in my head as my dick erupted inside my mother's insistent mouth. I know I never came that hard before in my life. When my eyelids fluttered open, Mom was kneeling between my spread thighs, moaning continuously as she coaxed out the last driblets of my seed. I kept shuddering for minutes after she was done draining me.

Mom leaned back onto her heels and smiled up at me as she licked her lips. Once again, her eyes were half-closed and she looked drunk on my sperm.

* * *

It took a while for us to recover after that. I dozed off after she got up and headed back to her bedroom. She said something, but I was so out of it I couldn't recall what it was. I awoke to find her snuggled up beside me once again, and from the smell of her damp hair I knew she had taken a shower. When I groaned and stretched, she turned and looked at my face with an amused grin.

"I thought you teenaged guys were supposed to have boundless energy," she quipped.

I croaked something unintelligible, only then realizing how parched my mouth was. "Water," I managed to croak so that she could understand me, and she leaned back to give me room as I rose shakily to my feet.

Her eyes went wide once again and that grin was replaced by her moist lips opening in surprise. "Oh!" she moaned.

I glanced down before stumbling out to the kitchen to get that water. I felt completely drained, but after that little nap my "morning wood" had returned with a vengeance. I gulped down a tall glass of cool water and felt better immediately. Then I glanced at the clock on the microwave and was surprised that I had only slept twenty minutes.

I stalked back into the living room with my renewed erection swaying in front of me as it tented out the front of my thin jogging shorts. Mom could not take her eyes off of it. She had changed clothes after her shower, and seeing her in that sheer, cream-colored nightshirt only made me harder. Just like with the flimsy lace gown she had worn the night before, I could tell right away she was not wearing a bra beneath that thin, soft fabric. Her nipples stood out proudly and made my mouth water.

Mom saw my hungry gaze and glanced down to see where I was looking. Her eyes didn't quite make it back to my face. She sucked in a breath.

"Did you just get harder?" she asked.

"Could be," I replied. "You look incredible. Now, what was that crack you made about teenaged guys?"

Her eyes remained glued to the head of my dick as I closed in on her. She looked like she was not in control as her hands slid up my thighs, as if someone else was making her wrap her hands around the rock-hard shaft. "Oh, damn," she whispered as her hands were filled with my throbbing dick meat. A soft mewling sound escaped her as she leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the tip right through my shorts.

She slowly let me slip through her fingers and sat back on the couch. The filmy nightshirt spread just above her hips and I once again feasted my eyes on the wet folds of her exposed pussy. It took her a while to figure out how exposed she was since her focus on my dick was so intense. When she saw the look on my face she shuddered and carefully folded her legs underneath her.

I sat next to her on the couch, on her right this time. As soon as I did the tip of my cock peeked out from the bottom of those flimsy shorts. Mom's breathing was ragged and she stammered slightly, "We--we should probably--um, have some dinner."

"It is about that time," I agreed, nodding.

Her eyelids drooped and she nodded, never taking her eyes off of my exposed and throbbing tip. "Yes, it is about that time. Mmm." Her right hand pushed the bottom of my shorts out of her way as she took me back into her mouth.

Once she got started, all I could see was the back of her head as it bobbed and swirled over my crotch. It felt incredible, and I groaned and let my head drop back on the top of the couch cushion. I closed my eyes and savored the marvelous wet suction as Mom once again sucked my dick. Her throaty moans and the accompanying wet slurping noises just made it more intense for me.

As she increased the pace and intensity of her sucking, Mom turned to face me and rose up onto her knees again. The filmy nightshirt flowed with her body and the hem slid up to bunch on her lower back, leaving her sexy bottom exposed. My left hand drifted down her back and I gave her shapely ass cheek a squeeze. She gave out a lusty moan around my dick and I could feel that vibration traveling through my shaft. My fingers continued to squeeze and explore and eventually two of them found the slick lips of her exposed pussy.

Mom shuddered and her knees shifted beneath her, spreading her thighs and giving me better access. As my fingers slid into that tight, wet passage I got even harder. I could only imagine how good it was going to feel to slide my hard cock into my mother's horny little pussy. She came and her internal muscles squeezed down on my fingers. Naturally, I imagined how that would feel on my dick.

After she finished shuddering through her orgasm, she attacked my cock with renewed fervor, sucking it harder and stroking her hand feverishly up and down the shaft. I did not last long. I barely managed to gasp, "Coming!" and then I was squirming helplessly as she drained me.

She sat back to look at me while she swallowed the semen in her mouth, and that forced my fingers out of her juicy snatch. I pulled them to my mouth and savored her juices while we stared at each other. The rich, tangy taste of her was every bit as delicious as I had hoped.

I wanted more.

Mom squealed when I pushed her onto her back and spread her legs. Then she closed her eyes and threw her head back, moaning with her mouth open as my mouth closed on her dripping-wet pussy for the first time. I ate her like a starving man, slurping loudly as I drank her bittersweet nectar. I drove my tongue deep inside her again and again as I tried to get as much of her juices as I could. Then I focused on returning the pleasure her mouth had given me, closing my lips around the throbbing little bulb of her clit and lashing it with the tip of my tongue.It turned me on to watch her writhe beneath me as her climax consumed her. Her hips bucked up off of the couch and my dick hardened as she fucked her wet pussy up at my face. She shuddered through one more impressive-looking orgasm and then her body went limp. Her eyes were once again half-closed and she looked incredibly content and sexy.

I smiled down at her as I rose up onto my knees and slid forward on the couch. My cock was throbbing as I grasped it and pressed the swollen knob between the moist lips of her puffy pussy. I looked down as I rubbed it up and down the length of her drooling slit, getting the tip nice and wet before I pushed it into her.

Her eyes shot open in alarm, and she shook her head as her quivering hands reached out frantically to push against my chest. She just lacked the strength to actually budge me when she did it.

"Oh, no, honey!" she gasped. "You can't fuck me! I'm your mother!"

I looked from her face down to her pussy. It was stretched wide open around the head and the first inch or so of my shaft. The lips of her pussy, wrapped tightly around my dick like that, looked like a hungry little mouth. When they twitched and throbbed around me it looked like her pussy was trying to suck my dick. It just felt too intense for me to pull out--the bumpy ridge of my cock head and the first little bit of my shaft are the most sensitive parts of my dick, and her moist folds were wrapped tightly around that very section. I moaned and looked back up at her face, wanting desperately to fuck her.

I honestly could not tell if she was trying to get me to stop and pull out, or if it was just turning her on to protest. Her hands fluttered on my chest and her mouth opened in a wide oval. As soon as she had said "no" I had stopped trying to push into her, but now her hips bucked up and her pussy eagerly took another inch of me.

"Please stop," she whispered, but there was no force in her words. I licked my lips and watched half of my dick disappear into the snug, buttery folds of her welcoming pussy. "Oh, damn," she murmured dreamily. "I can't believe how good that feels. You're so hard for me, honey. Mmm. Does my pussy feel good?"

"Incredible," I whispered.

"Yes," she cooed, "it is incredible."

She shuddered and her hips began pushing forward and back just a little. With each stroke more of me was inside of her. I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.

"I love you, Mom," I whispered. "If you really want me to stop and pull out, you need to say so right now. Most of my dick is already inside you."

"Oh!" she gasped. Her eyes widened and she shuddered again, which caused her pussy to spasm and clutch me tightly. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, moaning at the incredible sensation. "We should probably stop," she whispered, so quietly I almost couldn't hear her. Then she cleared her throat and lifted her head so she could whisper in my ear. "You don't really want to fuck my pussy, do you honey?"

I groaned and could not hold my hips back any more. The last two inches of my shaft slid into her and I flexed my hips and savored the sensation of being balls-deep inside my mother's fantastic pussy.

"Oh, Mom, it feels so good," I groaned helplessly into her ear. "Your pussy feels amazing. Oh, please just let me enjoy this for a little bit."

"Okay!" she agreed quickly.

"Thank you!" I whispered and then I moved my mouth over hers again.

She surprised me when she hungrily sucked my tongue into her mouth. I groaned helplessly once again when she started pushing her head towards mine, pumping my tongue in and out of her eagerly sucking lips. In response I drove my tongue into her mouth. Her nails slid down my back, making me shiver, and then her hands squeezed my ass. We both moaned as I urgently fucked my tongue into her mouth.

Her pussy felt absolutely perfect as it squeezed my cock. I watched her close her eyes, and my own shot open when I felt her shift beneath me. Her legs lifted to either side of me and spread slightly further, so that she was wide open beneath me. I couldn't tell if she was even aware she was doing it as her hips started pushing upward in time with the thrusts of my tongue into her mouth.

I could not help it. I started returning those thrusts. By the time her eyes fluttered open again, we were gently fucking on the couch. She let her head fall back onto the couch cushion and we both sucked in much-needed air. The sexy, helpless look on my mother's face just made me harder and she could feel it. I knew she had lost the will to make me stop. It just felt better and better as I took longer, faster strokes in and out of her.

"Oh, honey," she moaned once again, shaking her head slowly from side to side. "Please..."

Honestly, I have no idea to this day how I managed to do it. Somehow I found the strength to push up from her body and we both shuddered as my cock slowly slid out of her tightly-clutching sheath. I panted as I sat back on my heels and looked down at my mother's incredible body. Her legs were still spread wide in front of me and I could not tear my eyes away from her pussy. It looked achingly empty and shone wetly with her copious juices.

I had to close my eyes so that I could stop staring. It took all of my self-control not to slide forward and fill her up once again. Her wet, horny pussy looked as eager to have my cock back inside it as my throbbing cock wanted back in. I was literally shaking with desire.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly.

I opened my eyes slowly and looked at her flushed face. I did not trust myself to speak. I bit my lip and slowly shook my head from side to side. My gut lurched as I looked down at her and I wanted nothing more than to fuck my own sweet mother. My eyes slowly worked their way back down from her face. Her perfect breasts heaved, making those mouth-watering nipples dance teasingly up and down beneath her nightshirt. A damp stain had darkened the material between her breasts as her perspiration plastered the thin, sheer cloth to her chest.

Below the swell of her breasts, the nightshirt was crumpled and pushed up above her hips, baring her wide-spread legs and the puffy mound of her pussy. Her lips were soaked and still spread open invitingly in front of me. I sucked in a ragged breath and saw the head of my cock bobbing up and down less than a foot from that sweet and tempting little hole. My back muscles already ached. They were straining to hold me back. Every other fiber of my being wanted to dive forward so my throbbing cock could get back where it belonged--balls-deep in that wonderful mommy-pussy.

"Wow," she breathed, drawing my eyes back up to her face. She shook her head and her eyes were full of wonder. Again she shook her head, and then she struggled to sit up and finally closed her legs.

Once her pussy was safely hidden between her sexy thighs, it felt like a spell had been broken. I managed to take a few normal breaths and leaned forward to help my mother sit up. Her eyes were still locked on mine and she gently reached out her hand to rest it on my cheek. She licked her lips and swallowed before she managed to whisper.

"I can't believe you actually stopped," she breathed, shaking her head. "I could see how turned on you were, how much you wanted it." She swallowed again and licked her lips, and then her hand slid down my chest. Her eyes followed that hand as it continued down and wrapped around my throbbing shaft. "So big," she murmured. "This whole thing was inside me." Her expression and voice were both filled with wonder and disbelief. She shook her head again, and she looked up at my face again. Her hand squeezed my shaft and slowly slid up to the tip before sliding back to the base.

She rose up on her knees, then, and her lips closed on mine. We shared a soft, gentle kiss. Her head pulled back and I could see her face clearly when she shuddered. "I wouldn't have stopped you, you know," she whispered.

Her hand slowly stroked up and down my shaft twice as I nodded slowly at her. "I know," I whispered.

Mom looked down at my hard cock throbbing in her hand and she licked her lips again. She looked up into my eyes and whispered guiltily, "Of course, I'm glad you stopped. I'm your mother and you shouldn't fuck me. I don't know how you managed to do it, but I love you for pulling out of me the way you did."

I bit my lip, but that didn't hide my smile. She was lying. My mother had looked me dead in the eye and I knew she had been lying when she said she was glad that I had stopped. But as she continued I understood the last part wasn't complete bullshit. She loved me for having the strength to pull out, even if she now regretted it. She then shook her head and couldn't keep the subtle smile from her own lips.

Without a word, we had shared a moment of deep understanding. Mom had expected me to fuck her and she was both disappointed and terribly impressed when I managed to obey her and stopped. She had lied to me about it, and we both knew it. I could have fucked her. She would not have blamed me and would have welcomed it. She nodded and that moment passed. Her attention returned to the hard cock filling her hand and she lifted her other hand to my chest.

When she gently pushed on my chest I allowed her to guide me back to a sitting position, and then she kept pushing me back further. I let my legs slide out from under me and my head came to rest on two throw pillows by the armrest of the couch. She waited for me to straighten my left leg, and then she knelt between my thighs and sighed. My throbbing cock head was right in front of her face.

"I probably shouldn't do this either," she murmured. She gave a slight shake of her head, and then her mouth opened to take me in.

I watched her face and panted as she gave me another incredible blowjob. Her eyelids slowly drooped again as she succumbed to her cock-lust. She moaned almost continuously as her wet mouth and talented tongue worked over my hyper-sensitive dick. Once again she looked like she was drunk, or maybe stoned, as she filled her mouth with my throbbing boner.

As aroused as I already was from feeling her impossibly perfect pussy wrapped around me, I had no chance of lasting very long. Mom eagerly moaned, "Mmm-hmm! Mmm-hmm!" as she felt me swelling in her mouth, and then my hips arched up and my whole body shook.

I cried out incoherently as I erupted in my mother's wonderful mouth and shuddered as I heard her gulping it all down and moaning as she did. My eyes watered and it made her face blurry when I looked down at her again. It took a moment for me to place a new, wet, rhythmic slapping sound that had joined the chorus in the living room. It wasn't until Mom shuddered again that I realized she was vigorously working over her drenched pussy with her right hand while nursing every drop out of my cock.

Mom kept gently sucking on my sensitive dick after she had drained it. She was never too insistent with her sucking action, so it never reached the point of being painful for me. Her mouth just felt wet and welcoming and wonderful as she tenderly worked over the length of it with her lips and tongue. My extreme post-orgasmic sensitivity passed and then my cock was swelling in her mouth again.

"Mmm!" she moaned happily as she felt me getting harder and harder for her. She released me from her lips with a wet plop and looked up at my face as her hand squeezed the base of my shaft. "Are you okay, honey?" she asked softly. I nodded and licked my lips. "Good," she murmured with a smile. Her eyes went back to the tip of my cock and she wrapped her lips around the fully-engorged head and sucked firmly three times. I felt her tongue lapping at my piss-slit, once more teasing out my pre-cum.

Then she pulled her lips back, ending with a wet kiss on the throbbing tip before she moved up and kissed her way up my belly and chest. Her eyes were still partially closed with lust when she kissed my neck. She let her body slump on top of me. Her heaving breasts pressed against my ribcage and she took several long, shuddering breaths. It took a while before I realized her wet pussy was pressed against the underside of the shaft of my cock.

"Oh, damn," she muttered into my neck.

I was afraid to move. I kept picturing myself grabbing her hips, lifting her up just enough to work my throbbing tip into her wet pussy, and then driving my full length up into her. So I just lay there and moaned as she slid her wet folds up and down the length of my shaft and whimpered into my neck. This was something I had experienced once before, and I could not help but think about it while Mom ground her pussy against my shaft.

* * *

About a month before I started dating Denise, I had briefly dated Emmanuelle. Her family was staunchly religious, and she was adamant that she was "saving herself for marriage." That was fine with me, even though I really thought she was attractive and I wanted to fuck her. I certainly wasn't going to force her to do anything she did not want to, and enjoyed what she was willing to do with me.

Emmanuelle was an excellent kisser and enjoyed making out with me. She had perky breasts with nipples that stuck out and demanded my attention. It was those sensitive nipples of hers that got us into trouble. It was our fifth date, and we were making out in her car just down the street from her house. I was sitting in the passenger seat. She unhooked her bra and removed it, then lifted her shirt and let me feast my eyes on her breasts.

"You've been so good," she purred. "Would you like to suck my tits?"

"Oh, yeah," I replied, leaning over to kiss and lick her left nipple.

It was the first time she had let me see her breasts. I had squeezed and fondled them through her shirt on our previous date, and she had gone so far as to reach into my jeans to stroke the shaft of my dick. This time I had worn shorts with boxers so she had better access. She got incredibly aroused as I sucked her hard nipples and we both groaned when her hand slid up my thigh and pulled out my hard dick.

"You have really got a nice, big dick," she murmured as she started stroking it.

She had insisted that blowjobs counted as sex, so I knew that wasn't happening. I was surprised things had gone as far as they had, and enjoyed sucking her tits and having her stroke me. It was even more surprising when I heard her gasp, "Please. Please rub my pussy for me."

She got up onto her knees in the driver's seat, spreading her legs slightly. I reached my hand between her thighs and rubbed her hot little pussy mound through her shorts and panties. Her hips bucked against me and she panted and moaned, "Your hot mouth feels so fucking good on my nipples! Oh, yeah! Suck it for me, baby."

Quite frankly, I was shocked to hear the f-word come out of her mouth. She was also stroking my dick briskly in what could truly be called a hand-job. I had never imagined things would get this far with her, and then she frantically pulled her shorts and panties to the side and my fingers slipped inside her drenched pussy. I eagerly explored her tight, virgin hole, gradually working two fingers all the way inside her.

That was when she decided she needed more. "I want to try something different," she gasped. "Lean your seat back." I reclined the passenger seat and she slid over into my lap, straddling my thighs. She reached down and pushed my dick back against my belly before she pressed her pussy against the underside of it. "Don't push your dick inside me," she warned.

I nodded my head and she started rubbing her wet pussy against my shaft. Right away, her panties and shorts slid over and got in the way. She growled in frustration, reaching down to yank them aside. It happened twice more, and then she turned sideways so she could slide her shorts and panties down her legs and off. My eyes were wide as I watched her do it, and then she panted, "Go ahead and pull down your shorts for me."

It seemed risky, but it was her idea. I slid my shorts and boxers down my legs and she lifted her hips to give me room. I didn't take them off, but they were around my ankles on the floorboard. She turned to straddle me again, planting her wet pussy firmly against the middle of my shaft. I gulped, knowing we were both naked from the waist down. Even in that dim light I could see her glistening pussy lips spread wide around my thick shaft.

"Oh, yeah, that's so much better," she groaned happily. Then she was frantically stroking her wet pussy up and down the length of my dick, pushing the width of my shaft deeply into her wet folds. It felt pretty damned good for me, but it wasn't going to get me off. She was breathing hard when she pulled her shirt up over her head and offered me her hard nipples again.

Emmanuelle had risen up just slightly to present her right breast to my hungry mouth, and she gasped when her clit rubbed over the flared ridge of my cock head. I started sucking vigorously on her breast, taking as much of it into my mouth as I could and swirling my tongue around her throbbing nipple. She started working the head of my cock against her wet folds, really pressing her clit against it hard.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped. "Oh fuck! That feels so good!"

She shuddered and came hard, pushing even harder against me and bucking her breast against my sucking mouth. Her pussy drenched my dick with her juices. For a moment, I thought that would be the end of it. I figured she had gotten off and she would calm down and realize things had gone too far. I hoped she wouldn't be mad at me.

Instead, she panted, "Please! Suck the other one! Your hot mouth feels so fucking good on my sensitive nipples!" I switched over as she asked and slurped on her hard nipple hungrily. I had not meant to, but that was a loud slurping noise and she shuddered to hear it. "Oh yeah, just like that!" she gasped.

She bucked her hips against me and the head of my cock slipped down just slightly so that it was pressed between the lips of her pussy. I saw her mouth open wide and her eyes rolled up at the sensation. I wasn't inside her, but it was as close as she had ever been. Her soaking-wet pussy felt incredible as she humped against me and slid the head of my cock up and down the length of her slit.

What pushed her over the edge, though, was when I locked my lips around her nipple and sucked it harder. I watched her face and loved the way she shook all over.

"Oh! I'm coming!" she squeaked.

Her hips drove forward hard, twice, and then she pushed her body upward just slightly to press her nipple harder into my mouth. I hadn't really been moving much, but I froze when I felt my cock head slip inside her. She had been pushing her hips against me so insistently that as soon as the tip of my cock slipped into her, she forced more than half of the shaft right up inside her.

Where she had me, pinned in the passenger seat of her car, I couldn't even pull my hips back from her. I know my eyes were wide in shock and I was looking right into her eyes when they shot open in disbelief. Her mouth dropped open and she shuddered, shaking her head slightly.

"Oh no!" she whimpered. "Oh no!"

Unlike me, she did not freeze. Nor did she try to pull her hips back. Instead, she kept bucking and driving more of my rock-hard dick into her sweet, tight, soaking-wet channel. Her precious, virgin pussy was wide open and took my entire length in four more frantic thrusts of her hips. With each thrust, she gasped "Oh no!"

She shook her head and moaned, "Ohhh no. Oh, your dick is inside me!" Her hips rose and fell slowly, as she started working my throbbing cock in and out of her. "Oh, God, it feels so big inside me. Unh! It feels so damn good! Oh, wow. Oh! Did you just get harder?"

I had been completely still up to that point, my mouth frozen on her quivering breast. I finally released her nipple and swallowed hard. "Emmanuelle..." I croaked."Shh," she whispered. She leaned forward and drove her tongue into my mouth.

We moaned and kissed each other deeply with our tongues as she picked up speed with her thrusting hips. Soon she was fucking herself really hard on my cock. Then she hit that magical pace that drove me right over the edge. I moaned in protest, but it was already too late. My cock bucked and pulsed deep inside her and she pulled her head back with a gasp. Her entire body shuddered above me as she felt a man coming inside her pussy for the first time.

Later I would ask her why she hadn't stopped as soon as she felt the tip of my cock slip inside her. "Technically, you were still a virgin at that point," I murmured.

She looked at me, smiled and shrugged. "Well, I pushed a lot more than just the tip inside me right away, and it felt like I was too late. Plus, it felt incredible and I just didn't want to stop. Then I kept thinking of something my mom says all the time, 'In for a penny, in for a pound.' My little virgin pussy already had a big, hard dick in it so I just figured I ought to enjoy it."

"Did you?" I asked, "Enjoy it, I mean?"

"Oh, God yes," she replied with a sexy smile and a shiver.

* * *

That brought me back to the present, where my mother moaned, "Oh, God yes," and shuddered as her pussy once again drenched my shaft with her juices. I looked at her breasts, still wrapped in the clingy nightshirt, and licked my lips. They were hanging right in front of my face. Mom looked at my face and chuckled. "Mmm," she murmured, "Do you want to suck my tits, honey?"

I nodded my head, but I was thinking, This is where Emmanuelle lost control and went further than she wanted to. This is how she got fucked. When Mom sat up to lift off her nightshirt, my eyes were drawn irresistibly to her gorgeous breasts and my mouth watered. But I could feel the way her pussy had shifted further up my shaft and knew how dangerously close she was to having the head slip inside her.

Sure enough, when she leaned back down to feed me her breast, the tip of my cock nestled between the lips of her soaking-wet pussy. I tried to warn her, to say, "Mom!" but her thick nipple was in my mouth and all that got out was a loud "Mmm!"

"Oh, yeah," she purred, "I love it too, sweetheart."

Then she settled her hips backward and gasped. I felt a sense of déjà vu in that moment. Just like when I had been with Emmanuelle, I was looking up into my mother's eyes with my mouth full of her breast. She was looking right at me when her eyes shot open in surprise, her mouth fell open, and her pussy welcomed my hard cock deep inside her.

"Oh damn," she groaned softly, but that was all she said.

She had admitted that she would not have stopped me earlier, and now she was powerless to stop herself. Unlike in the car with Emmanuelle, I could have pulled my hips back the way I was situated on the couch. I just didn't want to. Mom seemed content to let her horny pussy have its way and I just savored her breast in my mouth and enjoyed the way she rode me.

Mom was less frantic and out-of-control than Emmanuelle had been. She rode me at a nice, steady pace and brought herself to a lovely orgasm twice before her clutching muscles started pushing me towards my own climax. I had been switching back and forth between her nipples while she rode me but released her breast with a wet smack when I felt my impending orgasm.

"Mom, I'm going to come," I warned her.

She nodded and took my full length inside her before holding her hips still. "Mmm, yes you are," she moaned. She gave me a hot smile and shivered as she felt my hard cock throbbing inside her. Then she carefully leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. "Promise me, son, that you won't fuck me after this. This," she said, shifting her hips so her pussy squeezed me for emphasis, "doesn't mean you can just fuck me now. Got it?"

I nodded my head quickly and swallowed. My mouth was dry again, so that saliva was pretty thick on my tongue. I started working my tongue around inside my mouth, and it distracted me so I didn't join her in moaning in protest as she rose up off of my cock. She slid down my body once again and her right hand reached for my throbbing shaft.

"Believe me," she groaned, "This is tough for me too. I would love to feel you coming inside me, but I'm your mother. It would just be wrong." She ran her tongue around the head of my cock hungrily, lapping up her juices and probably a lot of my pre-cum. I had already been close to coming inside her, so her talented mouth quickly brought me off and she moaned happily once again as she guzzled down a fresh load of my semen.

After Mom drained me that time, she hopped up from the couch and took her sweaty nightshirt with her. I watched her naked body retreating down the hall and had to shake my head in disbelief. Fuck! She was so unbelievably sexy.

* * *

For the rest of the night Mom wore panties. She had a long t-shirt and loose-fitting, lightweight shorts over them. The leg openings of her shorts occasionally gaped open, giving me a glimpse of her pale satin panties beneath. We made dinner together as we normally would have when Dad was out of town. There was no flirting or extra touching while we prepared our meal. Before we sat down to eat, Dad called to let us know he was boarding his flight.

He was on speaker when he told me, "Take good care of your mother for me while I'm gone." I was looking right at Mom's face and watched her eyes go wide. She bit her lip to avoid making a sound, and I shook my head before replying.

"Sure thing, Dad."

The kitchen timer dinged, letting us know the rolls were done. "Dinner's ready," Mom said in a sing-song voice.

"Okay," Dad chuckled. "You guys enjoy. I'll call when I get to my hotel."

"Okay, sweetie," Mom replied. Then she hung up the phone and shook her head. "Are you really going to take good care of me, the way he would have?" she asked in a husky voice.

"Oh, Mom, I would love to," I replied.

She nodded and I saw her nipples stiffen noticeably through her loose t-shirt. "Good boy. Let's enjoy this dinner first."

* * *

We barely got through dinner. Mom's eyes shone and she looked at my face the entire time we ate. I was still washing the dishes, standing at the sink, when she turned me to the side and dropped to her knees. She pulled my shorts down and promptly inhaled my dick. It took me several seconds before I thought to turn off the water. I was staring at her face as she deep-throated me.

Even though I had come in her mouth less than an hour ago, she was just far too skilled for me to hold back when she took my entire length like that. Her sweet pussy had felt amazing, but this...

"Holy shit!" I cried as my dick erupted in her mouth once again.

The corners of her lips turned up in a triumphant grin around my pulsing shaft. She pulled her head back so she could savor my sperm on her tongue before she gulped it down. When I had finished coming, she held my shaft in her hand and her tongue explored my piss-slit thoroughly. Finally satisfied that she had gotten every drop, she smacked her lips and stood up.

She wrapped her arms around me from behind and pressed her breasts and hard nipples into my back as I shakily returned to washing the dishes. "Thanks, honey," she murmured into my shoulder. "That was just what I needed. You give me the best desserts."

"You're welcome, Mom," I croaked. I shook my head, still having trouble believing this was my mother, and finished the dishes.

After I had loaded the last of them into the dishwasher, Mom hugged me again. "Do you have any homework tonight?" she asked.

It took me a while to remember. It was like my brain had trouble shifting gears to recall my school day. I shook my head slowly. "No," I finally muttered. "I had a worksheet from my Chemistry class, but I finished it before soccer practice."

"Good," she replied happily. "Then we can enjoy a movie together tonight." She leaned up and gave me another brief smooch and then I followed her out of the kitchen into the living room.

I was confused when she kept going down the hall and into her bedroom. She turned and looked at me expectantly. "Well? Are you going to join me for a movie?" I shook my head, and she sighed. "Your father and I always watch movies together in bed."

"Oh," I replied, finally walking down the hallway to join her.

She lay down on her side of the bed and smiled as she patted the spot next to her. That made me uncomfortable. It was my dad's spot on the bed. "Are you sure?" I asked.

She nodded and reached for the remote as I slid nervously into the bed beside her. Then she handed me the remote after turning on the television and cable box. "Go ahead and pick out the movie," she said.

As soon as I started flipping through the channel guide, she leaned over and freed my cock from the leg opening of my shorts. Honestly I cannot recall what the movie was. Mom sucked my dick the entire time and I was only half paying attention to the screen. I think we were both surprised how quickly she was able to get me hard again. I knew she could have made me come again if she had been trying, but she just kept me hard the entire movie and savored having my hard cock filling her mouth.

When the movie ended, I grabbed the remote and turned off the television before the credits finished rolling. The music had been loud and jarring compared to Mom's soft mouth nursing on my cock. The only light came from the master bathroom. It provided just enough dim illumination for me to make out her lips rising and falling on my thick shaft.

"That feels incredible," I whispered.

Mom blinked and looked up at my face, as if she was coming out of a trance. She pulled her mouth off of me and held me in her hand again as she looked around. "Oh, the movie's over already?" she asked. The disappointment was clear in her voice.

I gave an involuntary jump when her phone rang. She sighed and rolled over to answer it.

"Hey, baby," she murmured into the phone. I could just barely hear my father's voice, but not his words. "Well, I'm glad you got there safely," Mom said, leaning back over to resume stroking my dick. "We watched a movie together after dinner. It just ended." Her eyes flitted up to my face and she grinned. "He just went to bed." Dad said something else, and she leaned forward to take me back into her mouth. When Dad asked her a question, she did not bother to take her mouth off of me when she replied, "Mmm-hmm."

For the next three minutes she sucked my dick and held the phone to her ear. It felt incredible, but I was worried Dad would catch on. She finally pulled her mouth off of me to say, "I love you too, baby. Sweet dreams." She blew a kiss into the phone, hung up, and then turned her head to look at me in confusion as I started to get out of the bed. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"I was going to go to bed," I answered. "It's a school night, and I normally don't stay up this late."

"Silly," she chuckled. "You ARE in bed. Now lie back and let me get comfortable."

I just nodded and lay back with my head on Dad's pillow. She put her phone and the remote back onto the headboard and then lay on her side, stretched out next to me, and lay her head on my thigh. She quietly nursed on my dick for the next twenty minutes. Every time my dick pulsed and some of my pre-cum trickled out, she moaned and savored it on her tongue before swallowing it. Then she glanced up at my face and slowly let my dick slip from her lips.

"I thought you were going to sleep?" she asked.

"I can't--how--" I stuttered. I swallowed heavily. "Mom, I don't think I can sleep while you suck my dick. It feels incredible, but it's just too good for me to fall asleep. I'd feel like I was missing out."

She looked a little upset by my response. "Oh, that just won't work," she muttered. "I don't know if I can fall asleep without your dick in my mouth."

My brows knitted in thought. "Wait, how do you normally sleep when Dad's out of town?"

"Oh, it's terrible," she said softly, shaking her head. "It takes me hours to fall asleep, and then I keep waking up and feeling around for him in the bed. When I finally remember that he isn't here, I almost want to cry. I really need this--" she shook my shaft gently in her hand-- "in my mouth or I won't sleep a wink."

My mouth fell open and I stared at her in disbelief. She saw my expression, shrugged, and then lay her head back on my thigh and resumed sucking my dick happily.

Shockingly, I actually fell asleep like that.

* * *

In the morning, it was Mom's insistent sucking that woke me. She had quietly nursed on my dick while we slept, but as soon as she woke up her mouth began hungrily slurping and those wet sounds were loud! After a few minutes she rose up onto her knees beside me so she could really work her mouth up and down my length. It was like the best wet dream ever, but it was happening as I woke up.

I felt the need to pinch myself. Mom saw me do it and laughed around my dick. That was weird, but still felt amazing. Maybe five minutes after I woke up, I was gasping and coming into my mother's mouth. She happily drained me and then she kissed the tip of my cock and smiled up at me.

"Good morning," she purred.

I was still struggling to catch my breath, but managed to blurt, "Good morning, Mom."

Then I watched her glide out of bed. She pulled the oversized t-shirt up over her head and tossed it into the hamper, then slid her shorts and panties down her shapely legs and dropped them into the basket. I stared at her unbelievably sexy body and gulped. She didn't even look at me. She just sauntered into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving me in darkness. Moments later, I heard her start the shower.

I had watched her taking off her clothes and assumed it meant she wanted to have sex, so I was disappointed. I lay there and let my eyes adjust to the darkness. As I turned it over in my mind I realized that this was her normal morning routine. Dad's a lucky bastard, I thought as I finally slid out of the bed. Waking up as I had this morning was one of the most extraordinary experiences of my life. It was how Dad woke up almost every day.

I made my way carefully to my own bathroom and brushed my teeth before taking a shower. The hot water felt like it helped clear my mind, and it also got me back into my normal morning routine. After I had dried and combed my hair, I returned to my bedroom, got dressed and joined Mom for breakfast. We smiled at each other often as we ate, but otherwise it was our usual rushed morning meal. It wasn't until we were sitting in the car in the driveway that Mom looked at the dashboard clock and burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked, looking over at her.

She pointed at the clock. "We have half an hour before we need to leave." She pulled her key out of the ignition and smiled at me before opening her door. "Come on, we have time for a quickie before we go."

I got out and followed her back inside. She helped me out of my jeans and then pushed me into the recliner. Then she knelt between my legs and gave me a vigorous blowjob right there in the living room. It was so hot to see her dressed in her conservative work clothes while she sucked my dick. She slipped one hand down inside her long skirt and played with herself while she sucked me off.

Mom was in complete control the entire time, never entering that cock-induced trance I had seen before. Her eyes were bright and watched me closely. She timed it so that she was shivering through her orgasm as she gulped down mine. When she had drained me completely, I licked my lips, shook my head and smiled down at her.

"That was amazing," I breathed. "Thanks."

She smiled and shivered again before rising to her feet. "You're welcome," she replied. Then she chuckled. "I should have taken off my panties first. Now I'll have to put on a fresh pair."