MOM'S THROAT

The suction the head of my penis created as I stroked and massaged my mother's throat would cause my mom's eyes to flutter. The vacuum seal seemed to add intensely to the pleasure she felt. She loved this as much as I. My eyes would role back into my head, and I would find it impossible to maintain their lovelocked stare into hers. For the 90 seconds my mom could hold her breath, I would travel in and out of blowjob heaven.

She loved to give me oral sex this way while on her knees between my legs, so she could look up into my face and feel my entire body tremble and shake. The warm wet feel of her loving touch was exquisite. My knees often gave way, and I would rest on her strong shoulders. I would always cum in my mother's mouth with my arms hugging her head, barely able to stand. I would catch a last glance into the two loving pools of my mother's eyes, before the fondling of her lips, tongue and throat would cause my face to contort and grimace. Then my balls would explode and erupt from my loins and burst cum f***efully into her puckered mouth. She makes the same sounds she makes when she splurges on a Dairy Queen fudgeboat sundae with all the works, after a month's diet on Slimfast. "Eeeehhhmmm! Oooohhh! Yum!" She looked in total bliss. My mom was enjoying the fruit of my loins. She caught every creamy drop as it gushed and squirted in waves of ejaculation down past the gauntlet of her taste buds and down her smooth and sexy soft throat. She hugged my legs tight to keep the dizziness in my head from causing me to stumble.

Mom loved to tell me over and over again how much she loved the taste and the "boyish" scent of my cum. She would never let it shoot directly down her throat and thereby miss out on all my musky boy juice flavor. She would let my penis spurt cum in her mouth against her tongue until the swelling of her cum filled cheeks told her it was time to swallow. Mom could always tell exactly where my cum was within my body, from the moment of no return, until my screaming wad of cum was squirting full f***e down the length of my 7 inch, 14 year old cock-meat. The cum would travel up the length of my shaft and burst into her mouth just as she finished catching a deep breath of fresh air. Then, with a face like an angel, she would lock her lips around me with her face aglow with the pleasure and the aura only a mother lovingly sucking her son can ever show. She gave me 90 seconds of pure bliss.

The spouting streams of my cum washed the full wet inside of her mouth and gums, as she swirling her tongue round and round, directing the streams here and there, letting my fresh sperm fill her sweet cheeks till almost bursting. The vice-like seal of her sexy, red lipsticked lips around my cock skin would only begin to weaken when my mother felt my cock go limp in her mouth. In the blissful moments of my post cum, she loved to pleasure me further by bathing her tongue in the steamy scent of my crotch. She would suck my balls and give me huge hickies on the super sensitive boy-skin of my inner thighs. The source of my mother's tremendous sexual desire for her young boy were the sour-sweet tasting and aphrodesiac scents of her boys cum filled loins and musky boy scented crotch.

Soon I would be rock hard again. Then, with a look of complete abandon to the pleasure she was both receiving and giving, she would swallow my cockhead, and with a sexy groan, down her throat it would go again until my ballsack was tight against her chin and her nose was full of my 14 year old cock-bush.

My cock would have to bend awkwardly down the curve of her throat when we faced each other straight on. You could see the bulge of the cockhead in her throat going down the soft curve of her neck in her windpipe. Usually cum washed down ahead of the helmet of my penis shaft, and that would lubricate the soft tube of my mother's throat with a coating of my sperm. The resulting slick friction of her ribbed throat muscles tightly gripping my lubricated cockhead was the source of the incredible pleasure we felt, as my loving mom would raised and lower her head up and down the length of my stiffening cock.

My mucous like cum formed a natural seal between my cock skin and the epidermal ribs of my mother's soft caressing throat muscles. Mom stroked my cock with this lubricated throat-seal over the tiny sensory nodules of my stretched shaft-skin. My mom lovingly sacrifice her oxygen for as long as she could, to pleasure her son with the ultimate joys of deep oral sex.

I would listen to the smooth soft thumping sounds deep in her lungs as my bell-head repeatedly broke and reformed the cum-seal in her beautiful throat. I watched a lump move back and forth in my mom's neck and disappear in her chest, then reappear with a soft thumping sound emanating in the sebaceous depths beneath her breasts.

Mom would finally catch her breath, and her watery eyes would meet mine. The look in her eyes was worth giving my life, for just such a moment as this. I was looking at an exquisitely beautiful women. Elegant in her young facial features, with her full red lips still wrapped around my pulsating cock-shaft, she appeared not to be sucking anymore but tenderly "gulping" on my penis. Having mastered the art of suppressing the gag reflex, she could even go as far as to literally swallow a flaccid penis as if it were a piece of food. When done with a rhythm on my penis while it was deep in her throat, she could stimulate me with such intense pleasure that I could barely breath myself. It became as if my softening penis were the source of her nourishment. She fed on it hungrily and with powerful passion.

As the throbbing pulses of her swallowing reflexes made my head toss to and fro in intensifying pleasure, my cock would inevitable get to hard for her to continue stroking my cock in her throat this way. That's why my mom always did this to me just after I had cum and my penis shaft was unable to harden and stiffen again for awhile. My mother must really love me with a marvelous love to have learned to pleasure like this is.

I would often return that love by licking her sometimes an entire evening, rather than us watch television together or spend time in the yard or around the house apart from each other. I would let her know this was her time to relax and be served a pleasure buffet of delights.

Usually, the signal to her that her evening of pleasure was about to begin, was just a simple stroking of her hair with her brush, or some other gentle caress that ministered to her bodies maintenance needs, rather than to her sexual needs. I usually picked a time when I knew my mom was a wreck from stress at work.

Often I would start a warm bubble bath for her in her large upstairs bathroom. The sound of the cascading water would cause her to melt into our plush sofa downstairs with a fresh glass of wine, as she relaxed and softened from a stressful day at work. Mom knew full well the weight of her stressful burdens would soon be completely lifted by her loving son. I would be at work on her body with my caressing hands all evening long. She became snuggly in the couch cushions with her wine glass and her head leaned back with eyes lightly closed, letting the little bit of alcohol she always enjoyed do its thing.

The sounds of my preparations was all you would hear. She did not speak much. And I did not make conversation. All her sounds would become OooohhhHHs, and AaaaahhhHHs, for the rest of the evening.

It became a ritual. An evening of soft tender sex with her son, with no thoughts of the outside world, or her stressful bank executive job, that made the cost of climbing the corporate ladder sometimes not worth the lines it was beginning to cause in her pretty face.

I would guide my mother upstairs by the hand and she would follow, her mind adrift on the day's events that still I guess needed sorting out. Whatever she wore that day to work, would soon fall to the floor, peeled off one piece at a time. Sometimes she helped by lifting a leg, or turning methodically as I stripped her almost like a nurse or doctor preparing her for an examination. I took control of the physical realm, while I gave mom a chance to drift off into her mind's ethereal world, to meditate and think through her troubles. Sometimes I think her job made her brain as sore as her aching feet, when she came home tired trudging through our front door. Anyways, it was a ritual, and we both just let it happen according to the same unwritten. I needed my hands on her and the closeness to her, and she needed all that, plus the unwinding of a tremendous load of stress. I would caress and wash every inch of her body as she lay in her bubble bath, and then take her up by hand to the message area for an extremely long hot-oil message.

Usually I would always manage to cum twice or three times when I served her my special treats. But I made sure it was in passing, and that she knew the star of the evening was her. She would lay on her back as I stood on my feet beside our message table, which was really part of the raised platform or decking around our large Swedish sauna. My hot oiled hands would stroke and pummel her breasts as she would pull herself a ways off the decking so her head could fall between my legs and she could suck on my cock upside down. The beauty of my mother's tanned body made the oil glow on her skin like a polished bronzed statue. The tan lines of her bikini from laying out in are yard all summer were wonderfully sexy. We would have the sauna on, so the pores of her beautiful skin were open and lovely beads of glistening sweat covered her peachy smooth skin.

Her luxurious neck had a pool of sweat in the natural basin formed at the base of her throat by two of the tendons in her neck. Her relaxed throat was soon filled with my semi rigid penis as I stroked her back and forth through her juicy mouth. It was all so soft and rhythmic and without frenzy, as if the object were to continue with this pleasure a hundred hours, not just the minutes it would take to nurture me to cum.

I would insist on these nights' agendas being entirely to pleasure her, but she loved my cum to be a part of her evening pleasures, so I did not deny her.

I loved her deepest soul and would gather the galaxies in the night sky with my bare hands if I could, to form a necklace of twinkling stars, and then d**** them majestically around her voluptuous neck.

My mother was most beautiful within. I desired to place over her inner heart a jeweled crest made from the rarest gems in existence, and place my hand over it to feel the pulse of the women I love... my soul mate and lover, my mother who feels exactly the same way for me her son.

Just after I had cum in her mouth, she would lay me down to relieve my perilously weak legs, and continue to keep me in and out of her mouth, sometimes sucking my ballsack, or licking elsewhere and discovering new pleasures for us to share during our quiet post cum bliss. She would never penetrate my asshole, but often would lick my crotch area including my tightly puckered anus, because she was incredibly fond of the boy scent around my ballsack and crotch.

The next day after a night of pleasuring my mom like this, she would have a look on her face all day that radiated such joy and happiness you would swear she was walking on air. She had everything her heart ever dreamed of, and it was all found in the love she shared with her lover boy son.

Often, because I was only 14, I could cum again in just a few minutes.

And often several times an hour if given a few days rest ahead of time. Since I was equally matched to my mother in both height and weight at the time, our sex together was perfectly matched for 69 lovemaking. We would often stay locked together with our mouths pleasuring each other's loins for an entire evening, both of us cumming in ecstasy over and over and over again without ever unlocking our 69 embrace.

Doing 69 with my mom, she could not see my face to guide her how best to pleasure me, and instead she would lick and suck me in every imaginable way, then listen to the various moans of pleasure each method of cock-sucking or tongue lavving produced. I would dive into her cunt-hole and do the same.

The result was nearly as good as when we could lock eye contact, and perform every sexual pleasure with perfection.

My mother was 32 at the time, and her cunt was like the body she had, which was like the Playboy pictures I had seen. Her pussy was what I like to call "pert", and very beautiful, with outer lips that were like a young girls, with no real outer "lips" at all. The inner lips were just beyond the swollen clean shaven edges of her cunt-hole, and it was there that I would try to bury my face, as my cock and crotch were sucked and licked so lovingly by my mother.

In that 69 position, I could feel my mother's throat wrapped snug and warm around my cock once more, and she quickly made me shoot cum into her juicy hot mouth again. My cock did not need to awkwardly bend in this 69 position like it did when I faced her, since the natural curve of my hardened cock and the inside of her throat were now a perfect match. I could penetrate fully an inch and a half further into my mom's esophagus from this angle. I seemed to penetrate so deep into her chest, that the cocks bell-head disappearing well beyond what I could see of it as it passed the base of her neckline. Also, it seems a lot of my cock length is hidden deep in my groin, and mom always seemed to gain yet another inch or two more by forcing her face deep into my crotch until my balls were wrapped tightly around her cute nose. She loved the boy scent of my sweaty balls and the pulsing of them against her face. Often she would initiate some casual oral sex right after I came home off the bus from school, just so she could explore all the ravishing scents of my crotch and balls that were trapped all day in my underwear.

With plenty of lubricant from having just swallowed a load of cum, she began deep throating me some more, her gorgeous long straight auburn hair d****d over the bare young skin of my thighs. Her head bobbed up until my cock filled just her mouth, and then down again, plunging my bell-head as deep as it could possibly go.

Then my mom said, "I love you Tommy," and proceeded to take a huge breath of oxygen, and commenced a 90 second marathon of super deep throating me, using the ribs in her esophagus that help her swallow her food to create a cum-seal around my cock that would last a full minute and a half. Her chest made a new kind of sound. A pulling sound like a wet syringe makes when sealed in a large vacuum tube. The sexy thumping and squishing sound in my mother's throat as she stroked me up and then deep down her windpipe was the most exotic sexy sound I ever heard. The pleasure from the vacuum suction and pistoning of those deep ribbed muscles made my face contort in a grimace of pleasure, as my mother gave me another taste of her heavenly oral delights. So lovely too, was the tear filled expression in my mother's face and eyes. Oh how she loved me so! Every part of my mother's beautiful body was in motion to show me how much she loved me. Giving me sweet motherly sexual pleasures and fulfilling my every boyhood desire for love.

In our 69 position, I came hard just as my mother caught herself a breath of fresh air. She had timed my throbbing cumload perfectly to fill her mouth with the streaming jets of my sperm. However this time she spilled her mouthful of cum all over my cock and balls, and proceed to lick them clean of my cum, while alternately kissing my tender inner thighs, and stroking my cumslick cock with her expert hand.

"My little man is my lover boy," she said. And then tears welled up and pooled in her eyes as she let out a cute couple of little sniffles. A little cum always gets up her nose, and the cute way she tries to hide the fact fills me with compassion and concern to be gentle.

With intense love aglow on her face, my mother looked me straight in the eyes in a lovelocked stare and then proceeded to slowly lower her lovely head down to my crotch. "I'm gonna love you like this forever," she said, with tears trickled down her cheeks, at which point both my plump young balls were sucked into her mouth until the entire ballsack was gone from view. I groaned and my body fell limply into a dreamlike trance as my mother's tongue bathed my entire ballsack in the juices of her sweet loving mouth. We then rolled to our side in a 69 as my mother sucked my balls and I sucked and licked her gushing cunthole. Her cunt came again with her clear fluid pouring from her hole. This time I locked my face over her entire pussy hole and drank her cum as it poured out like bees honey into my mouth. I was sopped up her juices with my roaming tongue, pleasuring her, and strengthening the growing fibers of our emotional bonds.

I knew how much my mom enjoyed the flavors of my cum so I asked her in the husky "man" voice that I always used to sound sexy to her when having this kind of fun together, "Do you want me to cum in your mouth again mom?" She was getting me rock hard again as we lay there cuddling and caressing each others loins. Mom responded in kind, with a mischievous voice of her own, "You bet I do tiger!" Then she said, "This time tommyboy, I just want to suck on you very slowly, and take a lot more time to taste and enjoy your sweet cum. So I'm going to just sit you down in this beany-bag chair and get between your legs darling lover boy, and taste you cumming three times in a row, in say twenty minutes. How's that sound studly, think you can manage that for your old mom?"

"Does a rooster go cock-a-doodle-do?" I said, while tickling my mother's vulnerable spots in the soft areas just behind her knees. We had been continuing to lay in our 69 position, lazily enjoying the dream state we had drifted into together, when mom's body suddenly tensed up and she jerked into action.

"Ooh you dirty rat" she said, as she counter attacked by jumping up from our 69 and twisting my arm, trapping me in a position from which she could tickle my tummy, which was my terrible weak spot!!! Mom was an equal match for me when fighting like this, when I was just 14. So we had a genuine "slugfest" going on, tickling each other and wrapping ourselves up in each other's wrestling moves.

We ended up chasing each other on foot, giggling and tickling each other pink, as we ran around the furniture in the room. We traded roles as fox and hound whenever one scored a tickle on the other. We finally collapsed from playful exhaustion and crashed together down onto the soft beany-bag chair. We both laughed till our sides ached, while mom hugged me tightly in her arms so I could not move. The beanie-bag was in the middle of our plushly carpeted downstairs den, where my single mom and I could fuck and suck together and make noise without attracting attention from the neighbors.

Mom kissed me lightly on my face and filled me with the scent of a strong perfume. I think she wears it on her cheeks. Her closeness instinctively put me at ease, and the passion increased into a lovely kissing session that lasted for over an hour. Mom was always a tender lover, and kissing next to eating my cum was her favorite sex. My mother was a gorgeous young women with a very lovely mouth. Often I would just french-kiss and make love to her beautiful mouth rather than fuck her as we drifting into sl**p on her bed at the end of the day. Her eyes would always captivate my soul when we kissed, and the love in them for me would melt my heart and hold my body limp in their spell.

After the kissing, the beany-bag chair had almost swallowed me up in its cavernous middle as the beans shifted around my sinking buttocks. Mom was sitting outside the chair, lip-locked to my lips as I sunk down. She broke our lip-lock and said with a happy and mischievous voice and smile, "Now where were we, Studly Doright? Oh yes, now I remember." She pushed her lovely body into the edge of the beanie-bag and nestled comfortably her beautiful face between my sensitive thighs near my penis, which was now flaccid from lack of direct stimulation for so long.

My legs and arms were pushed up in the air from the sinking of my buttocks so far down into the luxurious depths of the chair. My legs hanged d****d over the puffed edges of the bag and my sexy playmate mom was facing me directly between them, breathing soft kisses on my boy-sensitive soft inner thighs. God she was gorgeous. Her tits were pointy C-cups and perfectly suckable. They stood out proudly like missiles ready to launch. Each was a full handful as I caressed them a few moments before mom settled into a comfortable position to suck my flaccid cock back to life.

"Young man, just lay back, close your eyes and enjoy. Your lovergirl is going to make you cum cum cum three times so she can fill her mouth with your wonderful creamy white stud-juice."

Suddenly, the hot sexy heat of my mother's beautiful mouth engulfed my flaccid cock, and I watched her pull its flaccid condition to full length with a sudden backwards bob of her head. She held her lips tightly around the edges of its helmet and sucked and stretched out my cock just like that.

"Ooh mom that feels great!!!!" I said. I knew she would soon have plenty of the tasty cum she wanted if she continued that much longer. She would fill her nostrils with the musky aroma of the fruit of my young teen loins and sagging ballsack.

Mom was very careful to make this a very relaxed and sensual suck-job.

She wanted to savor every drop of pre-cum she could. She repeatedly pulled and stretched my flaccid cock, sucking only the cockhead. With her sex smart hand, she held my penis skin stretched tight over my cock-bone. Her fist wrapped around the base of my cock had pushed the loose skin down into my groin. What a beautiful sight for a young lad to behold! My mother's expert mouth and hands worked in harmony, with her eyes locked to mine, and loving me with their love-locked stare.

Soon I was hard, and mom began stroking me slowly with her naturally ribbed throat muscles. Her saliva and my pre-cum had me all slick and gooey. I felt her tongue tickling my balls as she engulfed me whole. She did not hold her breath this time but steadily throat fucked me nice and easy, all the way in and all the way out of her deep throat until I was ready to ejaculate in her mouth. Her face came off my cock at just the right time so she could hold my cock in her hand and watch my piss-hole spray burst after burst of boy juice onto her outstretched tongue. A lot of cum missed and she just let her face get plastered with my wriggling sperm without dodging it, until her gorgeous model's face was slick and wet and gobs of fresh cum dripped from her nose and chin. A beautiful woman's tongue, long and sexy popped out, and like a kitten, she cleaned every globule of semen from her skin and used her hands to bring the rest to her roving tongue and ruby red lips, were she licked them clean as a whistle.

"UUuummmm that was yummy tum tummy" she said, and immediately continued sucking my cock through the minutes of my post cum bliss. The afterglow of the first of blowjob of the series was the beginning of the next, and my eyes were rolled back into my head as if possessed by a demon. My mother continually sucked on my young boy-meat through the bliss of my post cum until I was hard once again.

For round two, she let her hand down to her crotch, and fingered her cunny while continuing to clean my pole of our previous cum together. She would let my cockhead push into and fill each cheek pouch, and did an amazing number of creative variations of cocksucking, until I was soon ready to fill her mouth with my wriggling tadpoles again.

Just then, because of the intensity of the oral gyrations of her mouth as she was pleasuring me, my mother's ruby red lipstick began to rub off on my cock skin. And that was despite the fact she tries very hard to use the right kind of lipstick to avoid this. She always takes great pride in her cleanliness, and the lipstick smeared on my cock skin looked "smudgy" to her. She stopped blowing me for a moment to wipe a damp tissue up and down my shaft, and to reapply a fresh new coat of non-smearing red lipstick to her luscious lips. She wears the overly done lipstick just for me, because I asked her to. I love her pretty playmate mouth more than anything about her, it is just so incredibly beautiful and pretty. So kissable and enjoyable to explore when french-kissing her.

Mom rolled and puckered her lips to spread the lipstick evenly, and gave me a sexy smile and a wink with her long eyelashes. She was in a very playful mood, as she returning swiftly to my penis to keep up the pace of her cock sucking, which had my balls so close to cumming just moments before. Then with both her hands held tightly in each of mine in a passionate embrace, I began to cum, and cum very hard. I could not maintain our love-locked stare into each other's eyes when my orgasm hit my loins, and sent shockwaves through my body from head to toe. My toes curled, and I threw my head back with my face contorted in pleasure, and groans babbling from my lips. My semen began to boil up my cock-shaft like an erupting volcano.

She began slowly dancing her slightly parted lips over my spurting cock-slit. The net effect being my sperm would shoot into her mouth at a higher velocity and from every imaginable angle. Thus thrilling my cum loving mom with the delicious sensation of a fresh hot fountain of sperm bathing every corner of the velvety insides of her gorgeous mouth.

Then she took a deep breath, and swallowed me down her throat for 90 seconds of post cum blissful sucking. I was temporarily blacking out, in and out of conciousness. My toes curled, and my face went flush red like a beet. The ecstasy was so powerful, I literally could not keep pace with my hot playmate mother, who was carrying her young teen son off to totally newfound sexual discoveries, in a dreamlike trance I had no control of.

"Tommy, are you OK honey?" My mom got slightly worried, but I quickly recovered enough composure to let her know what she already knew. It was the ecstasy of her lovely mouth pleasuring me so wonderfully that had my head spinning temporarily out of wack.

"OK is the understatement of the millennium mom, that was totally awesome!" My heart rate was just settling down when I felt mom pull herself onto the beanie-bag into a 69 position over me and say to me, "You think that was good, how about this to make you cum?" She stuck a cum soaked finger up my virgin asshole for the first time in my life and manually began an inner massaging my 14 year old nubbins of a prostate gland. That sent me immediately over the edge, and I began for the first time ever to enter a whole new level of bliss here to for unknown. That feeling was one of complete sensory stimulation of my entire young budding sexual apparatus as never before imagined. Mom seemed to be in ecstasy herself, since she loved me so much, that she always cried when I cried, laughed when I laughed, or came when I came. My feelings for her greatly deepened.

It was becoming heavenly just to look at my mother now, from any vantage point or skewing of light, no matter if she was clothed or undressed, in private or in a public place. She was after all, equal in beauty to any Playboy playmate I had ever seen in any of the girlie magazines I had ever found. The fact she was my mother only multiplied tenfold higher my ratings of her beauty, compared to all the other beautiful women in the world.

When I came into my mother's tender loving mouth for the final time that day, she met my burst of cum with her tongue pressed tight against my piss slot and her lips tightly sealed just over the edges of my helmet. The result was that only the head of my penis was in her mouth, and my cum shot f***efully into her tongue under incredible pressure. The cum exploded quickly filling her cheek pouches. Her sexy eyelashes shuddered and she began to suck even harder. My cute cocksucking mother's mouth was full of every once of my semen from the newly discovered depths she had just unlocked deep within my loins. Depths full of the tastiest creamy white cum she ever had. There was almost none of the normal seminal fluid this time surrounding my sperm. It looked as if this thick perfectly white substance was pure sperm, dredged up directly from the bottom of the deepest hidden reservoirs of my aching ballsack. This sperm was the breeding stock for the cell division of all other sperm. It took me several days to recover and cum like normal again. I was completely drained of my cum.

But I was only 14, so once my young growing body adjusted to my mother's constant attention, my ballsack began to produce delicious sperm in copious amounts. I guess my body assumed this was normal. Soon I could cum enough to satisfy her completely. She loved my cum more than anything in the world, and sucked my balls dry every chance we could get alone together and make love.

Sometimes her job as a bank executive would take her briefly out of town with coworkers which made it impossible for us to be together for a few days. When she got home, she always looked forward to an especially delicious load of my semen that was full of the pure, thick, wriggling sperm she absolutely delighted in. It was so full and thick with live sperm you could watch gobs of it slide themselves across a tabletop.

Nothing was so beautifully sexy about my mom as that cute seductive sexy smile on her face when she came home after a long business trip, and would say in her trademark, playfully mischievous voice as she walked through the door, "Tommy, where are you lover boy?"
Tommy, where are you lover boy?" My mother called to greet me as she walked through our front door. She had just got home from an important business trip that had lasted 10 whole days.

"Mom? MMMOOOMMM!!! I rushed from my upstairs bedroom and leaped down the stairs, barely touching the steps, and targeted my mothers outstretched arms. I rushed into her soft breasts, nearly knocking her ten feet it seemed.

"OooHH TOMMY!!! MMMmmmm Honey! " smootch!!! smootch!!! smootch!!! She gave me a great big bear hug and locked me in her arms so tight I could hardly breath.

"I MISSED YOU SOOOOooooo MUCH!!!!" she said, as tears were flowing profusely from my mothers eyes. Her pretty face had a huge smile from ear to ear. She held me back at arms length to get another good look at me, and then bear hugged me again. I felt yet another round of hugs and wet smootches and enjoyed every second of it. I missed her so bad I was crying too.

It was 7:30 in the evening, on a warm September Friday. I had just got home from Junior Varsity football practice. So I still had on my jock strap and full red sweats with our school logo on them.

"Wanatchee Wildcats won again mom." I was talking about the varsity team of course, which nearly won the state championship last year. They looked like they were even better this year, so everyone in town was closely following them in the news.

I had just turned fifteen and started highschool. Because I was big and strong for my age, I was made a defensive end on the JV team, jumping ahead of the sophomore squad.

Mom held a hand up to my face, and began softly stroking my cheek. "Isn't your first big game tomorrow Tommy?"

"Yeah, coach busted our nuts today. I think we're ready though." I was definitely being brutally honest. My nuts felt busted alright. Like two ripe walnuts being shelled using a nutcracker!!!

I always save myself for mom when we are apart. That's because I know how much she loves the extra thick gobs of my sperm, that never form any other way than when my ballsack has lots of time to rest and produce them. The gobs I had now had a whopping ten days to form. Something mom was very much aware of and could hardly keep off her mind.

That has only ever happened once before. It was on the day we first consummated our love. A very special day just last May, that my mother and I will cherish the rest of our entire lives together.

"How are they feeling honey? Are you doing ok?" She asked me as we turned to walk towards the kitchen. She had her arm d****d affectionately over my shoulder. Our steps were labored under each others weight as we pressed into each other to be closer, and continue a sort of never ending hug since she walked through the door.

We separated, and she went to the frig for some cold wine, and a beer for me. I could always celebrate our reunion with at least a six pack of bud. But that was it. Mom never had too much either. It was always just enough for both of us to catch a good buzz, and lighten up the evening.

I mulled deeply over her question about my nuts for a moment , as if pondering the fate of the entire world.

"I don't know. They sure are swollen. I got hit there a few times today tackling guys, but I don't think that's it. My jock cup protected me. I think it's just because I've been saving it for you for so long this time. I feel like I'm ready to burst my appendix!"


[ time for some necessary background ]


Mom had a 4.0 grade point average all through college. And now she was moving up the ladder at the bank my grandfather founded just after WW II in 1946. We inherited this 104 acre orchard and old farmhouse we now live on from grandpa two years ago. He passed away peacefully in his sl**p at age 76. And was chairmen of the board for the bank until the day he died.

Wanatchee Merchant's Bank was expanding it's investments overseas, and because of my mother's proven acumen for growing profits in tough markets, she was made head of the entire investments division. Not a bad move. And due entirely to her smarts, not her looks, or because she was the daughter of my grandpa.

She had to go to Wall Street in New York City to meet personally with clients and take in several investment strategy seminars. She called me every day. And left messages on my computer with her portable laptop.

I was born out of wedlock. My father was a young champion stock car racer whom mother met at the fairgrounds race track when she was just 16. He was awestruck by her virgin beauty, and she was infatuated with his dashing good looks and incredible zest for life and adventure. They both fell madly in love with each other.

He was winning allot of races, and moving rapidly towards the big time national events, even though he was just 21. Commercial sponsors began hounding him day and night, until finally he singed on to a fat contract with Goodyear. When mom began to grow real big with me inside, she did not follow him on his road trips anymore. The sponsors just kept him to busy travelling for a very soon to be mother tagging along.

Mom can't bare to talk about it, so I don't know a whole lot about what happened, but on the day I was born I'm told my mother was handed a note and a big check from my father. We never saw or heard from him again. I think he left us for the playboy lifestyle as a champion racer that he never wanted to end. He thought his career would be dragged down with all the burdens of raising a f****y, just as it was getting ready to take off.

Mom's life was utterly devastated. It was as if a huge door had been slammed shut on her life. She moved back home onto the farm with my grandpa. The humongous attic with the big oak beam cathedral ceiling became all hers. Grandma had passed away recently, and so grandpa enjoyed our company tremendously.

She commuted to the nearby community college. Grandpa's bank donated to the college the very same resources required for the school to permanently set up the kind of 4 year degree my mother needed. She buried her sorrows in her schoolwork and excelled academically

I got along wonderfully. I was growing up strong on my mother's rich milk, and was full of vim and vigor. Grandpa took me fishing and scouting, and I grew up with him for my father. I could not have grown up more blessed.

Even though my mother is just as beautiful as any playmate centerfold model, she has never let any man touch her in 15 years. Something was dreadfully shattered in her soul that could never be healed.

Whenever a date with some guy progressed beyond a movie and some light necking, mom just lost all desire and broke off the relationship. Over the years guys just laid off her and let her be. Even though she was drop dead gorgeous, enough men had tried and failed.

So now everyone just enjoys her for her pleasant personality and sharp wit. Now everyone accepts her apparent vow of celibacy with a very profound sense of respect. Especially whenever they see her enormous love and devotion to me her son.


[ back to our story ] [ mom was about ready to examine my scrotum ]


"Oh my poor baby!!!" With a half concerned, half mischievous grin on her face, mom said, "come here honey, let me see you."

Mom had caught a 5 am redeye flight in New York just so she could be home in time to set up a nice dinner for us. A quiet, wonderful romantic evening would follow after that. But a slight change of plan was now in order.

Now she had sensed the terrible bind my balls had me in. I showed all the classic signs of "blue-ball syndrome."

the dark lines in my brow.

the face frozen in a grimace, as if I were staring into a noon day Sahara sun.

the sharp pain like gallstones when I sat down, as if I had jagged-edged cumstones in my balls.

I think she saw I needed some immediate relief. Or else I would be eating our candle light dinner like a man with a giant snapping turtle clamped to his testicles. Mom smiled mischievously to herself. She suddenly got the intense uncontrollable desire to see what scents and secretions were hidden behind my jock cup.

Surrounding my bulbous balls was my jock strap and cup that I had worn for several hours while the coach ran my body through the grid iron at school. Mom had caught the musky aroma my boy scents when we hugged, and now that had gone to her head.

I walked over to her. She handed me an open beer and we both sipped our drinks a few moments to relieve our much more mundane thirsts, which were our parched thirsty throats.

We finished our drinks and my lovely playmate mom went down to her knees in front of me and reached her two arms out to me on either side of my heavy cotton sweatpants.

I got a real troubled look on my face and desperately needed to ask her a very tough question for me to ask. I did not want to spoil her carefully laid out plans for our evening together. She would be making up to me for her being away from home for so long.

My favorite meal spread across a candle lit table, a couple of VCR new release sci-fi movies, and the two of us sharing our huge Lazyboy recliner together, cuddling up with drinks and loads of tasty snacks. Then in due time, never rushing things, she would bless my body with an entire night of catered bliss in her bed, tenderly sucking and fucking me into a deep dreamy sl**p.

I suppose some of it was guilt driven. I was paying the cost of her success at work by occasionally being left home alone for long periods. But what usually followed, more than ten times always made up for it, in my book anyways.

While my mind was wrestling with words, trying to construct sentences that made sense, mom just continued to proceed with her hands, despite my look of being entirely somewhere else at the moment.

I figured she was just going to take a quick look a me, and see if I had injured the f****y jewels in any way. When she slid her fingers into the elastic band holding my sweatpants up, I hit her with my question, in a round about way, half stuttering, and half hoping she would catch on to my real desire, without my needing to ask her directly.

"Mom, I don't think I can hold it all inside anymore." I'm sorry, but it's starting to hurt real bad."

"No ProB LeM Mo," she said. She kept talking as she pulled down my sweats to my feet, and began to untie my jogging shoes so the pants could slip off. My mom must have ESP, because she always knows exactly what I am thinking.

"I love you Tommyboy. There is nothing you can ask your mother that I won't do for you. EEEEeemmmMMM, and you smell so good too!"

My shoes and pants were off, and I stood there with my tanned bare legs and socks, and a herculean bulge in my jock strap where the plastic cup caged my bloated cock and balls from harm like the shell of a tender snail.

"Could you just beat me off real fast. I think that's all it needs." There, I said it. I was talking as if this was going to be a visit to the doctor. I was looking for the kind of relief that came in a pill bottle, fast and effective.

"I've been thinking about what you've saved for me studsley, for 3000 miles. That was so sweet of you." She became tomboyishly frolicsome, her face happy and beaming with joy, full of innocent radiance.

Mom ignored my plea to downgrade this into just a fast-cum pit stop. My words began to fall on deaf ears. Her face began to churn out a series of sexy expressions. She became full of anticipation and cheerful glee, like a young girl about to unwrap the present she knows is the brand new shiny bicycle she has been dreaming of.

The exact place we were in the kitchen was very near to the thick plush carpet in the living room, and so mom sort of got us over there, even though she was walking on her knees. I got backed up flat against a wall and stood up straight, as mom began to lift up each of my feet to pull of my socks.

"Does that feel better sweetheart." My feet did feel good in the cool carpet, and it felt great to be standing there looking at my gorgeous mom getting ready to take especially good care of me.

I got with the program, and spread my legs a little, so she could have full access to my eagerly awaiting crotch.

She began to undress a little bit herself too, and unbuttoned her blouse, while never once taking her eyes of my jock strap. She studied every feature of it, as if she designed it herself, and was judging exactly how well it fit. Her blouse was now open, and as I began to caress her magnificent auburn hair, her shoulders became bare, and then the blouse slipped off entirely to the floor.

I now had a splendid view of her cleavage, and her two full plump breasts nestled in a very pretty, frilly lace C-cup bra. She saw me staring down at them and suddenly turned and stood up on her feet, facing away from me.

"Could you please undu me." She paused for my response. I've heard her say that a million times, but this time she was acting like a cute innocent little girl, and I took a second to relish the moment. I took a mental photograph. Just one of thousands I would later recall again and again. "No Prob Lemo" I said, and unsnapped an unusually complex strap for a bra. No wonder she needed my help.

She was so excited now, it became clear to me that taking off my jock cup was going to be the most fun we ever had together. She returned to her knees and began giving my legs a nice rubbing. That felt real nice!

My legs muscles were swollen from running to many of those dreaded 10-20-30's all us guys hated, something the coach always did to whip us into shape. Mom had never really noticed just how really strong and bulky my thigh muscles were getting. Her deep rubbing fingers caught each muscle group, and followed the contours of it, separating each for a massage of its own.

I left on my camouflaged army surplus t-shirt that I always wore to football practice. All I had on was it, and my strap. Mom's hands left my legs, which were very tight and tense before, but were now completely relaxed, and began moving against my skin under my shirt. She made sweeping, full upper body strokes, to get a good feel of my body, and then extended her arms completely, to wrap her hands around my shoulders.

She then massaged my chest, digging into my pectoral muscles, reducing the obvious tension in them from working out in the weight room on the bench press. She could feel my heart beating strongly, a methodical pounding, sending rich red bl**d to all my body, making my skin almost glow.

Mom was topless of course. She had on a pair of woman's dress slacks, and was in her stocking bare feet. Because her figure is 34C-21-34, everything she wears on her waist stays on perfectly over her wonderful hourglass figure. Her bare tummy and belly button were well tanned, and very well rippled with a feminine beauty that spoke volumes. Like the way a belly dancer can turn a tent full of proud Arab Sheiks into a bunch staring young boys, captured by the innocence of raw beauty.

"Do you need to get comfortable mom?"

She reached up her arm from under my shirt and found the neck hole, then with two fingers she held them pressed over my lips and said, "sshhhhhhhhhhhh!!! quiet Rambo, just enjoy mommy's titties for now."

It was fun to watch this sexy new side of mom enjoying her self so much. She brought her face to the crease of one of my thighs at the edge of my strap and nuzzled me. She took all my rich boy scent deep into her flared nostrils and said a deep throaty, "eeeeeeehhhhhmmmmm!!!"

A jock strap leaves a boys ass bare, or else it would be called jock shorts, or some other weird name. Mom's hands were soon massaging both my 15 year old soft pink ass cheeks. Her fingers would lift each strap and she would caress with her fingers the soreness under each one, where it had rubbed my skin raw. That was such a soothing sensation. I began to feel really pleasured.

I then felt some delightful licking in the musky creases of my legs around my cup. All the while mom gave my two buttocks a deep Swedish message. Her lovely hands and fingers again danced up and down my body until it felt like twelve people were touching me. Mom continued to lick the super sensitive tender flesh around the jock cup. I was especially sore there, from all the tackling and banging around of my cup caused by heavy offensive linemen and fullbacks trying to dig the earth with my blunt head.

"Uuuhhhhmmm, that's great mom, uuuuoooohhhh, that's awesome!!!"

I felt the first real major signs of arousal in my phallus and mom sensed this immediately. She set about the task of how best to remove the plastic cup that encapsulated my flesh in a serious, growing discomfort.

She began to playfully talk sexy to me. "What have you been hiding from me studs malony. I see your getting ready to show me." With that, I looked down into her face, and she gave me the cutest sexy smile and azure seductive eyes that I ever saw. She began to stare at my cup and talk dirty to me, but with a real sense of innocence and ladylike class.

"I know what you got in there, a great big volcano of creamy studjuice ready to explode!!!" That was about the extent of her hardcore vocabulary, not that she cared to learn more. I took another quick photo with my mind. This time with a camcorder. This was just to cute and sexy to ever forget.

I felt mom's fingers get a good grip on both of the straps holding my cup tightly to my body. Then she pulled down the elastic band strangling my waist, until it and my cup were all the way to the floor and at my feet. God what relief that was!!! The air seemed to rush in around my gonads like a whirlwind. I felt an awesome cool pleasure that made me want to seek out my mother's face, and deeply thank her, using the language of lover's, which is only spoken with the eyes.

My sex organs leaped out at her as if she had just released a caged panther. The look on her face startled me. It was suddenly filled with a sudden terror and shock !!! As if I had just been born with two heads.

"Oh my god Thomas your nuts are purple as a plum!!! Are you in much pain??? They look awfully swollen and sore to me." She was almost afraid to touch them. The balls were easily twice what she remembered them being. And my sack was swollen with large radial ridges she had never seen before either. I looked like a massive bull in autumn rut.

Mom quickly assessed the situation and wised up fast. She knew she better get to the business of making me cum pretty soon, or else I was going to need a surgeon with a scalpel to relieve a pressure strong enough to back up all the way to my head and blast my skull cap off.

I was flaccid but growing very rapidly, now that my eyes saw what looked very spectacular to the young man that I was. There at my feet was the most beautiful mom in the world, with a love for me that could write a million love stories and still have words of passion to fill a million volumes more.

Her juicy mouth wasted no time in sucking in the head of my penis, as one of her hands cupped my tender bl**d engorged ballsack. Another of her loving hands went up between my legs. She stroked me up and then down in the crack between the youthful exuberance of both my ass cheeks.

The cheeks in her mouth bulged and I could clearly see the entire outline of my boyhood as it reached as far in the side of her mouth as it could go. This was to pleasure me with variety. My cock soon explored every cavity of her pallette, and the tested the sponginess of her tongue and succulent red lips from every imaginable cockshaft direction. "EEEeeehhhhmmmmMMM." Mom expressed another passionate moan.

She then stimulated the root of my cock with her free roaming hand. The other remaining permanently cupped, supporting my gargantuan distended purple ballsack, as if to keep it safe from the harm of it's own sagging weight. I was throbbing with blue bl**d, and she could almost hear my nuts humming like two tiny electric power generators. She stroked me deep and hard with her free hand, to immediately relieve the very worst of my pressure and pain. With motherly concern mixed with being a fantastic lover, she did exactly what I needed for my cock to receive it's proper medication.

"AhhhHHH Yaaawwwwhhhh OOOhhhhhh uuuummmmMMM." I cried out in relief like when a mechanic pinned under an automobile has the weight lifted off his chest.

Mom sought out the depths of the root of my phallus with her skilled finger tips, and began to message my crura. This was the large swollen outer extremity of the base of my penis shaft below my nuts. It sheathed the my corpora cavernosa, which was also very swollen. This is the primary layer that gets engorged with bl**d in an erection, and so as my cock grew bone hard, so did my discomfort.

My mom never saw me with blue balls syndrome as terribly bad as this before, but figured the same remedy in larger doses would take care of me and make me well. The immediate cure, was right there in her hands.

The corpus spongiosum is the central core of my penis, surrounded by the two distinct, afore-mentioned inflatable layers above it. It's sole job is to act as a housing for my urethra, which is the long pipe that carries my cum-juice eventually some 20 inches from a reservoir deep in my pubic bone. The nuts of course, have a special tube to this reservoir.

Mom's hands tried every possible way to massage the depths of my phallus structures. I felt her reaching deep down to directly encircle with her fingertips my urethra. Of course I needed to explode my cum at some point to completely find the cure, but right now, mom knew from loving experience that this would probably only hurt me, and not be very pleasurable.

Her fingers rolled the inner membranes surrounding my urethra, so far into me, her hand was buried in the loose flesh around the base of my balls and completely out of sight. She began strumming my core phallus up and down, relieving such a huge amount of stress from my face, I think I had my first ream smile all day.

My penis had not left her mouth, yet the greater pleasure I was now having, was an orgasmic sensation of continuous ejaculation artificially reproduced by my mother's strumming hand. Yet I was not actually cumming. Pressure was being relieved, by my mom's sensational twisting and turning open of my locked pressure valves, relieving enough "blueness" to allow me to enjoy the volcanic eruption of a magma pool of exploding cum.

I looked down and mom's hand was still strumming me, though much more gentle now, and for new found pleasures, rather than it being like an effort to save me from drowning in a hematoma of blue bl**d cells. The fear that had swept her face moments ago, was now replaced with sultry eyes filled with erotic bliss.

When she put some spittle into her hand to better lubricate the stroking my shaft beneath my balls, she began looping her fingers around me, doing a deep jack-off, that caused my balls to bounce.

"UhhhHHHH, uuummm, uuuuummMM, oh that's good. Oh mom that feels fantabulous!!!" I just made the word up to describe what an inexpressible pleasure this was.

Still, my long cock never left the inside of her succulent lips!!!

Her massage of the deep base of my penis was having the desired effect on me. Mom began to wet her juicy mouth with my flow of precum. I splashed a stream of cowper's gland fluid into the whites of her teeth and onto the outstretched pinkness of her searching tongue.

"EhhhmmMM that tastes new!!!" Apparently I was mixing up a very pleasant cocktail for my mother all the while she was away from home. She took me deeper in her mouth up to her tonsils and sucked as much of my leaking fluids as she could without setting me off just yet. She wanted to lick my crotch real good before I came. And she wanted to test the new flavors secreted around my fading-purple colored balls.

The worst was now well over and way behind us. I was now feeling every pleasure completely free of pain.

"Mom, that was beautiful!!!" Our eyes met, and she got completely between my legs from underneath me on her knees as I spread my legs from my standing position to give her room to work. Without breaking our lovelocked stare, her long tongue laved my crotch and I became very wet. Her pretty head and gorgeous hair was thrown back, and she was looking into my eyes with a fresh new look I had never seen before. Another lovely snapshot to add to my precious collection I thought to myself!!!

The best I can describe it, is that it was just like the look on a young girls face when she tastes a mouthful of sweet cotton candy for the very first time. Mom's nostrils were flared, and she was burying them into the hot moist creases of the tenderest flesh of my entire budding young body.

My musky boy-scent was now driving her wild with passion. She licked between my legs just like a hungry bear feverishly licks a honeycomb, and with the same amazing speed and length of tongue.

I keep my self clean most all of the time, but I had not even had a shower yet after all day in school and several hours of butt wrenching exercising afterwards. Us guys got so sweaty at times the coach's assistant was tossing out salt tablets like they were m&m's candy.

But all that did not matter to my mom who just couldn't seem to get enough. The sounds of her saliva and tongue slurping was filling the house with the sounds of pure eros. It was really beginning to turn me on something fierce.

"Ready for a cummy shot in my mouth tomasino?"

"Uuhhhmmm yeeeaaa!" I said. I was more than ready. "Be careful mom, My nuts are really going to be shooting hard this time, and I don't want to see you choke or get hurt."

"Don't worry little hunkster, I said to myself the day you were born I'm going to handle anything you throw my way. Nothing you can do is ever going to scare me away, least of all, a little cum!!! Your stuck with me k**do."

"I'm going to deep throat you and pull back just in time like I always do. I'll be alright. Are you ready to blast off with the 'right stuff' studsley."

I braced myself with my arms on her shoulders ready to hug her head if I lost my balance. It was all I could do when on the receiving end of one of mom's super special blowjobs.

"I'm ready mom. I love you." We clasped our hands together into a tight fisted embrace, and she held them at both my sides to keep me from falling over in my post-cum delirium.

"I love you too Tommy," Mom briefly brought all four of our hands together and kissed the white knuckles of my fists that were gripped tightly in hers. She returned each pair of our locked hands to my sides, and began to give me the blowjob of the millennium. Our eyes never parted and our love for each other instantly became profoundly satisfying in our deepest souls.

I had stopped cumming ten days ago the way a roughneck caps off a spouting Texas oil well. I had been saving myself for her, and now I wanted to give my mom all that I could give. I knew this was going to pleasure her probably higher than I had ever carried her before. I began a slow steady humping backwards and then forwards in my mother's mouth with my shiny stiff cock parting her luscious pouty full lips.

Those beautiful playmate lips rolled up when the edge of my bell-head gently snagged them as it passed backwards out her mouth, exposing their full rich plumpness. On the forward stroke, as my cock slipped back tightly between them again, they fell back over my helmet, and her lips reformed the tight cum-seal around my boy-meat once again.

On that forward thrust, the 3/8" drop over the escarpment that encircled and defined my wide penis head always caused mom's lips to fall abruptly, pulling the flesh of her face forward slightly, tugging on her nose in such a way, that an adorable twitch occurred on every successive thrust. I loved that so much. I guess she knew it too. For whenever she sensed I had become focused and enchanted by her nose as she sucked me, it would always wiggle even more.

Mom did everything her sharp wit could think of to add to my pleasures. The sexiness of her mind was far greater than even the splendid loveliness of her pretty face and body. And I had barely had time to explore with her all the wonders this would enhance between us. What happened next, only proves my point.

It was awesome and sexy, when by chance she lost the balance of one of her knees for a brief moment, and my penis slipped out of the suction of her mouth with a loud vacuum pop. I stroked forward a long glancing blow with the full length of my shaft across the soft perfumed skin of her right cheek. She quickly regained a firm stance and guided my cock back into her juicy mouth without upsetting our tempo. I continued to have passionate intercourse with my mother's mouth without missing a single beat of my momentum. Left behind across her face was a long glistening swath of sappy liquified serum made up of precum and spittle. She wore it with pride, and gave me a lover's knowing wink.

"Your absolutely beautiful mom." She cooed like a morning dove at my words and spoke volumes to me with her enchanting eyes, as my penis slithered back and forth thru her lips more and more. I was again spurting light creamy cowper's fluid and plenty of precum. She soon had enough lubrication ahead of my bell-head to slide me smoothly down deeply into her chest.

I felt her hands release their grip in mine and slide across my goose bumped skin to my buttocks. Each of her hands readied themselves to grab a tight handful of my ass cheeks, while she took a long deep gulp of fresh oxygen. It would be enough air to sustain her body for 90 seconds. Then she went passionately down on me.

"OHHhuuuhuu, ehhhmmmm!" I moaned loudly in ecstasy. My cock knob slid effortlessly ahead of its cock-shaft as mom clasped my ass cheeks with both hands and pulled me deep into her head. I glided smooth as silk into my mothers velvety throat. I saw the familiar shape of my bell-head as a large bulge shimmied down her esophagus, where it disappeared far past her collar bone and plunged deep into her chest.

The hydrostatic, lubricious pressure of my penis inserted, and thrusting thusly, created a very deliquescent liquefaction between my throbbing cum-slickened shaft-skin, and the gentle pulse waves caused by the ribbed muscles in my mothers throat. The tiny cilia hairs within the mucous of her esophagus tickled the hundreds of little sensory nubbins on my tender young 15 year old boy-rod.

The ceaseless downward beating of millions of cilia, combined with wave after wave of autonomic swallowing, pulled me towards her stomach like a piece of food. This created a suction every bit as powerful as her cheeks. The combined feeling was one of extremely rare and exquisite sexual delight.

EErrrgggghhh!!! I was moaning in pleasure as if I were in pain again. Mom began a rapid beating of my cock within the tube of her neck. She had such a firm motherly grip on my buttocks that they actually hurt. She commanded complete control of both the depth and speed of my slippery penis within her head, and the strength of her sucking was braced by the fulcrum leverage of her death grip on my tight buns.

Her eyes fluttered and tears began to flow, pooling in her eyes. Precum was dripping out her nose and she took it like a real trooper without so much as a sniffle. My playboy centerfold mom was learning to give her son the world's ultimate pleasures. Her eyes sparkled. She was a ravishing beauty with a heart of pure and innocent gold.

A rhythmic pop and slushing sound began emanating loudly from deep within in her breastbone. 30 seconds into my blowjob she had discovered the ultimate massaging action. All the scientific fluid dynamics and hydrologic principles within her pretty throat were in perfect harmony to pleasure her boy. We had reached a plateau of bliss that would last another 1 full minute.

My legs began to tremble and so I again rested on her shoulders to steady myself. I began to tenderly message my mothers lovely neck with my bare hands. I wanted to make the taking of my huge cock up and then down her throat just a little bit easier on her.

I brushed her hair back to gain a better view of my mothers pretty face. I watched as she pulled her chin tight against my balls, and tickled her flared nostrils in my young cock-bush, then sling back her head, drawing back the piston valves of my bell-head for a fresh new thrust.

When her face pulled away, I saw the high protruding ridges of my helmet tug beneath the skin of her neck, and travel up my mother's throat like a golf ball through a garden hose. Up through her velvety smooth larynx it went, and back into her tightly puckered mouth that never broke the cum-seal around my shafts-kin.

My cock-knob could then be seen to plunge smoothly back down her neck again, only this time it's pointy head slid into her like a slippery eel.

I began to encircle and caress my mother's exquisitely feminine neck with my hands. It was fascinating to feel with my bare palms the dilation of her neck each time my cockhead passed through it. I began to massage my own penis in her throat. She instantly made it very clear with a single glance between our two love trained sets of eyes, that this new feeling I gave her was a divine pleasure. I eagerly sought to skillfully luxuriate the senses of this newly discovered erogenous zone.

Mom's eyes suddenly began fluttering uncontrollably, and she was finding it nearly impossible to maintain a steady suction seal around my boy-rod. She was having a major face blushing orgasm. How she managed to hold her breath another 15 seconds is just one of the reasons I guess why my mom is becoming an absolutely spectacular lover. I continued to gently squeeze the her neck, which felt as smooth as monumental alabaster.

Her eyes told me not to stop. But now I was going to cum too, and precisely what she would do when I did was still a mystery to me. I was worried about her. Even though she said she could handle it, the tremendous power building inside me told me otherwise.

I found out real fast mom was wide awake and knew exactly where she was. I felt two hot middle fingers of my mom's hand shoot right up my tightly puckered virgin anus, clear up to the hilt of her knuckles. They twisted and pummelled my prostate gland as never before. One finger moved up over the edge of my gland, while the other rolled it skillfully in the loose membranes surrounding it.

I began to mumble like a man who pours a quart of whisky in his bowl of wheaties every morning. I staggered against the wall I was leaning on, and my body began to wince as if in terrible pain, but really it was blissful sexual euphoria. Mom's two fingers never let up their strumming of my prostate. I was utterly helpless. The tables had turned in an instant. And now I was the one who seemed to be walking on rubber-leg street.

With just 3 seconds of mom's oxygen supply left to go, my nuts finally got the long awaited green light, and a gob of cum the size of Jupiter's smallest moon began the long journey into the warmth of my mother's mouth. My entire body felt like it was held together with rivets, and I was an 1800's steam locomotive ready to explode under a thousand times normal pressure. I had a three mile string of freight cars and a 14,000 foot mountain to climb. I was nearing the top of the continental divide, and the metal housing of my engine casing was stretched maniacally close to bursting. The only thing saving me from an inner cataclysmic explosion was the terrific heat of the glowing metal that allowed my engine's housing to stretch and breath, as though it were a living organism.

I finally vented a steamy load of thick semen so powerfully that it shot out from deep within my pubic bone and out my urethra at the speed of light. Had the slit of my boymeat been pointing skyward, I would have sent 500 million wriggling egg hunters into high orbit. But my mom was true to her word, and took whatever I threw her way.

My first ejaculate streamed out my pisshole with an audible noise like a hose attached to a faucet. I was very pleased to see mom's eyes still fluttering uncontrollably as she caught me in her mouth. We were sharing the biggest cums of our lives together, and it was always the consummate gratification of my pleasure to see her having every bit as great a cum as I.

I had to help out some because mom could not exactly pass for 20-20 vision at the moment. Both our hands were on my shaft and I helped steady it in her succulent mouth. So many thick gobs of cum were in the jet stream erupting from inside me it felt and looked like someone pulling a string of pearls out my cock-hole.

Mom had been thinking about the apex of this moment for ten days. No other women in the world loved fresh cum as much as her, or could name 10,000 varieties of it based on secretions, scent, and thickness. She ate up my cum just as fast as I could dish it out. I was admiring her technique when she looked up at me and winked a buoyant greeting that lifted my spirit so high I shed a few tears of joy. My cock was in the palette of her mouth and I was streaming endless jets of cum for her taste buds to luxuriate in. Each time she swallowed, she made room for another 4 ounces more of delicious, freshly squeezed boy-juice.

My mothers beautiful mouth stroking my meat and enjoying a never ending trickle of cum draining directly from deep inside my pubic bone. Where else could it be cumming from. Somewhere there was an enormous reservoir being steadily drained.

She told me with her eyes and a gentle tug to lie down on the soft high-plush carpet of our front room floor. Her lips never broke their cumseal over me. I was cumming slow and steady like in a wet dream. I flowed and flowed with the pleasant trickling sensation of ejaculation steadily draining my balls of unwanted pressure.

It was 20 minutes now and still I was trickling a steady flow of cum into my mothers pretty mouth. Never in a trillion years would she tire of swirling my sperm in her taste buds and teasing the underside of my cock with her tongue. She loved my flavor the way an aristocrat loves only the finest most expensive raw caviar.

I was treated to the rare and beautiful sight of my mom as she finally joined me and laid down with me completely flat on the floor, still sucking my cock, and never letting me go. When she lays like that, flat on her side, her 34C-21-34 figure makes one hip rise gorgeously from a flattened surface. The result is that a women's high mountains and valleys are displayed with breath taking beauty.

45 minutes had now passed and my cock was still half stiff and trickling dreamy cum onto mom's tongue as she continued to long-suck me, which just so happened to also be her favorite sexy pastime. Apparently, as she drains the deepest corners of my reservoir of cum, the finest tidbits would emerge, and like rare gold nuggets, she would pack them into the pouches of her cheeks, and slowly savor their kaleidoscope of ebbing flavors.

I had my legs positioned so mom could use the soft tender skin of my muscular inner thigh as a pillow to rest her head on. My long penis fit comfortably and perfectly into her mouth from this position. I soon maneuvered myself in a 69 with her, though she still had on her slacks, which were fitted snug around her hourglass 21 inch waist.

I could see her pussy had made her entire crotch nearly sopping wet all over, so I unbuckled her narrow little dress belt and pulled it off her through the loops of her waistband. Then I unsnapped the button's of this elastic band, and inserted my fingers against her skin and tugged downwards. When I saw I had both her panties and pants, I decided I had better get just the pant's off first, or I would end up disturbing her blissful little kitty nap.

I had lots of trouble trying to get the slacks waistband over the large raised hump of her hourglass figure because of the awkward way she was lying so flat on her side on the floor. When I finally did, it was very easy from there to slip her entire pants off in one big swoosh down her bare thighs, past her short panty hose, and then off her feet.

When I suddenly saw most of her full nakedness, I just had to stop and admire the spectacular beauty of the womenhood of my mom. I tried to look at her, the same way I admired the full size centerfolds that cover the inside walls of my tree fort, too high in a huge maple tree for anyone else to see. I briefly tried to hold her up in comparison to all these other beautiful women I had also grown to admire.

In no time at all though, I quickly realized mom was the best by far. And I was trying my hardest to judge fairly. She had the best prettiest tummy, the best looking soft tan skin, and the nicest shaped titties. Because we often went hiking or jogging together, her legs were the most shapely. Most of all, her hourglass figure was jaw-dropping gorgeous. It was a tremendous pleasure just to see her in any cloths, whatever they were, just to enjoy looking at the way they always hugged her hips so attractively.

If it were not for the very real fact that this feminine goddess was my very own flesh and bl**d, and life giving mother, I believe my other instincts would have had me utterly terrified of her. They way a man stutters when talking to an eye-catchingly beautiful women. Or the way some men become overcome with fear, from a lack of confidence.

I believe the proper word for it is "power." It's what causes some men to look and be awestruck, totally unable to speak. But for me, it's uniquely different. All the courage I have to look at my mother comes from the perfect love we have for each other that drives out all fear. I see all her awesome splendor, but her love frees my tongue, and allows us even to be the closest of buddies. What her beauty does to me instead, is cause my eyes to peel back wide, and feed feverishly upon the reflected spectrum waves, in all their various colors, like a honeybee, seeking the flower richest in sweet nectar

I was going to rest my head on the velvety soft plumpness of her inner thigh, the same way she was resting on mine. Though mine was much more ruggedly shaped, though still very soft, because I was just a boy.

I thought mom might be very uncomfortable in her wet undies, so I decided to pull off her frilled powder blue panties along with her short black dress stockings on the way down. Her hoes had accented her low healed dress shoes.

I went to put my hands on the edges of her elastic panty band, and slipped on some slick wet cunt-juice. My god, she was soaking wet as if her undies were taken straight out of a washer in mid cycle. I fell a bit closer to her than I had anticipated, and caught the pungent telltale odor of true girl-cum. The kind of stuff that flows clear out of a women's cunny hole in a steady stream when she cums.

Mom was too content I thought, for me to go and disturb her with a major hip bucking, fist pounding orgasm. So I found a comfortable place to rest my head on the soft pillow of her inner thigh, and buried one of my ears into her velvety soft flesh. We snuggled together exactly opposite each other in a 69, the two of us very sl**py and dreamy.

I could still feel the heat of mom's mouth surrounding my boy-meat, gently sucking my flaccid penis all the way into her mouth, and slowly tumbling her tongue around the bends and folds of my limpness.

I then decided that I wanted to match the same amount of pleasure she was giving, with at least an equal amount given back to her. I tried to think of a way I could gently fondle her snatch, without rousing her into a bucking orgasm.

This initially presented a slight dilemma to me, since for a man I reasoned, it was anatomically easy to strum him 24 hours a day, and monitor exactly what level of arousal he was in. I then struck upon an idea. Since there was so much real girl-cum around, which also just so happens to the slipperiest substance known to man since the stone age, I decided I might try and slip my entire hand up mom's cunny, and reach her root with my fingers, exactly as she had so pleasurably reached mine.

I took her soiled panties, and wrung some clear girl-juice out of them into a little pool on her thigh, which acted now as sort of a handy work bench. I figured she was probably a good six to eight inches deep, so I lathered my arm up that far until I was so slick, I figured I was going to slide into her all the way with ease just like a big slick cock.

The trick was going to be to give her intense steady pleasure, without her rocketing off into an orgasm and going berserk. The slow way I started, almost imperceptibly at first, immediately caught mom's attention, and I'm sure she sensed at least my desire to maintain the gentle mood of our post-cum bliss. She would do her part, mom thought to herself, and play along with me. Helping me explore her and learn about her body, and loving all the affection and attention I was about to lavish on her.

Very slowly and steadily I moved my spear shaped hand up her cunny without any attempt to stimulate her whatsoever, beyond what I obviously could not help. I was right about my slickness making it incredibly easy to penetrate her. Mom had a tight hole both naturally, and from a general lack of use most of her adult sexual life. Yet her girl-juice was so slippery, my hand filled her and slipped and stretched her with ease, all the way to her cervix.

Mom roused from her dreamy slumber with pleasant words.

"EEeeehhhmmmm, that feels nice Thomas."

"Please don't stop."

"I just want to cuddle exactly like this for awhile."

I felt her immediately surround me again with the heat of her mouth.

"You know something mom, you just took care of me tonight in a way I'm never ever going to let you forget as long as I live."

"Next thousand times you ask me to do something, even just clean my room, .I'm yours and it's done!!!"

Mom gracefully let my boymeat fall from her mouth for a moment and said, "No Prob Lemmo honey, you had me really worried for a moment, I'm just very happy your safe now and alright." She kissed my thigh and ran her hand up and down my leg in an affectionate gesture, and also like a mother who instinctive wants to feel her boy is all there, safe and secure.

She was too giving a lover to admit it, but I thought what she really needed most right now was not for me to go pick up my room, or mow the lawn. Mom needed a deepest deep, slowest slow, steadiest steady, full cunt massage that never ended until she passed out in a dreamy sl**p.

I wanted to put a visible spring in her step tomorrow, a lightness to her feet like walking on the moon, a sense of peace like a long lazy drift aboard a raft down the entire muddy Mississippi.

I strummed and strummed my mother as best I knew how, slowly twirling my fingertips in her deep inner membranes, exactly as she had done to me. Only I was monitoring her every breath. Every rise and twitch of her tummy told me exactly how fast or slow I needed to go, to keep her on a plateau that never rose nor faded. I was putting a tremendous effort into being as expert a lover as she was to me. I gave her my all.

Her cunt enveloped my hand and wrist in an intense moist heat. I felt the distant deep hole of her cervix, and strummed in slow circles the small cavity just beyond.

"EEEeeehhhhmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMM." Mom stirred perhaps just enough to let me know in a language we were both becoming very fluent in, that I had found the perfect height at which to raise her plateau. It was a bit to high I thought, for her to keep from bucking. Than I noticed that she was fully absorbing the pleasure in her eyes and face, rather than arching her spine, or clinching and grabbing at my attacking arm.

"Uuugh, Uuugh, Ooohhhhooohhoohhooo, that's perfection darling boy." I kept on doing exactly the same thing, over and over again, right on top of a this newly discovered erogenous zone. However I had learned now how to go at exactly the proper speed to avoid a bucking cum.

Mom's face was swimming with very widely altering moods, but was still very subdued, as if in a dreamlike state. I discovered ridges and cubicles of tiny flesh inside her I had no idea existed. I pummeled every one of them individually, with the softest possible strumming, sometimes two, sometimes three,

sometimes with all five fingers, which caused the knuckles of my hand to protrude into her opposite flesh, and strum her in duel fashion.

At one point I withdrew outwards in her cunny to the area of abundant nubbins, just inside the depths beneath her folds. The area that looked like a circle of teeth, just before the true depths of her hole. I slowly twisted in half rotations of my forearm, and alternately sc****d and scoured the inside of her cunny like cleaning a large decorative wineglass with an inserted sudsy hand.

I did it all so skillfully slow, now that I knew what I was doing. She never once even slightly bucked. If I went to far, her eyes would literally clamp shut and sink into her head in a blissful rem-like eye rolling, as if in a sensory overload, vividly dreaming. When her head began to toss slightly from side to side, I immediately eased up, or plunged further up or deeper down her cunny hole, to start fresh elsewhere.

I soon discovered a clever way to make her cum, when I did a certain thing, without her bucking. I believe I learned a way how to overload the female reflex to buck, and cancel out it's effect. By using all five fingers, in a steady back and forth circular rotation along the outer circumference of her cervix, while stimulated her single tiny egg hole, with occasional fingertips that I would purposely let stray. I could make her rise off her plateau and cum at any time at my discretion. And all without spasms and bucking. She came in a way that was just different. Yet just as pleasurable.

Mom was becoming extremely bonded to me. I sensed that in the way she wept into my thigh with tears of soul wrenching ecstasy. The way she gave herself to me in complete infallible trust. I had her held by the roots of her sexuality, and she was trusting me with utter faith and a new found confidence that allowed her cum to flow to me like manna from heaven. I was discovering secret after secret of the holy female form. Things only God knows. HE placed them hidden where only those with the sincerest of true love can find them. And I was finding them one right after another, as if guided by a prophet.

I laid with my mom in that 69 all night, before I woke up with the sun and morning light. The birds were chirping with a new clarity I had never heard before. I seemed to be filled with more life flowing within me than ever before.

Mom was still asl**p. The soft inner sides of both our thighs made very comfortable pillows indeed. My cock hung limp next to her mouth, her breath blowing warm moist air over my fully satisfied balls. And because of a little bit of cum still up her nose, she was lightly snoring, just like the cute purring of a little kitten that had just finished a warm bowl of milk.

There was a large afghan d****d over one of the sofas just within my reach. Our bodies wrapped so perfectly in our 69 had kept us plenty warm all night, but the chill of the morning crept in low across the floor. I tugged the thick blanket over both of us. Mom barely stirred. Under the covering we were nude together, and I marvelled at the feel of her soft yet firm skin in my hand everywhere I touched. I began to pleasure her in her dreams with the gentle caress of a loving son's hand cruising her skin, giving her continuous warmth and pleasant sensations.

My eyes grew tired and heavy, and I found myself drifting into a dream. My hand rested in the deep valley of my mothers waist as I held the hourglass of her hips close to me. A lightness of being overtook me, and I found myself thinking back to the day we first consummated our love.

It was the month of May.

The End.

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2 months ago
Ready to read about her letting you fuck her horny cunt
1 year ago
hell yes. Great story
2 years ago
would love to have a woman like her...
2 years ago
Very long. But I enjoyed most part. It was always my fantasy to have sex with a 14 year old boy. To suck that young smaller cock. And to enjoy the scent. Great. Thanks.