Mom had her eyes closed and a serene look on her face as she held my balls and sucked with deep deliberate strokes.
"Good girl," I said while guiding her gently with a hand on the back of her head. "Take your tits out."
Without missing a stroke, she unzipped her sweater and pulled her supple breasts up and out over the top of her bra.
"Mmmmmmm..." she softly moaned, steadily working her painted lips up and down my shaft as she gently returned her hand to cup my balls.
"Oh, Mom..."
She knew I was close and began sucking harder, working her glistening lips along the length of my cock.
Over and over I pushed her down until I could feel myself touching the back of her throat.
"Ohhhhhhh!" I finally moaned and shot a giant load of cum into my mother's loving mouth.
As always, she easily swallowed it down. Soon, she opened her eyes and gazed at me sweetly before releasing my dick with a quiet slurp.
After another few seconds, Mom frowned.
"How dare that little hussy do that to you again!" she exclaimed.
I had been out with Kim, and for the fifth time in a row she let me feel her up in the car. She let me unbutton her blouse, unclasp her bra, and suck on her little tits and hard nipples. She let me put my hand up under her skirt and rub her pussy through her panties, and even let me pull the elastic leg band aside and slide a finger all along her juicy slit. I was careful not to push my finger inside because I knew she would tell me to stop, so I went back to rubbing her creamy wetness all around and back and forth over her clit. We were kissing deeply and after another minute or so she moaned into my mouth and I felt her body stiffen and shiver before she relaxed, which is when she broke the kiss and asked me to take her home.
"But Kimmy, look at me!" I whined as we both stared down at the bulge in my jeans. A clearly visible wet stain had soaked through near the head of my dick.
"I'm sorry but I have to get home. Look at the time!" she said with a haughty air of finality. I knew there was no use begging or trying to force the issue, so I drove her to her house and parked the car on the street by her front porch. She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Thank you for the very nice date," she whispered into my ear before she opened the car door and left me high and not at all dry.
"The nerve of that girl!" Mom continued, absentmindedly slipping the tip of her tongue out to lick a stray drop of cum from her lip.
Perhaps I should back up a bit.
You see, for as long as I could remember, Mom and I had always communicated about everything. If I fell off my bike and skinned my knee, I could tell Mom and she would kiss it and make it better. And it really got better! Back in little league, even T-ball, if I had a bad game I could talk to Mom about it and she always knew just what to say to raise my spirits. When Kevin Raymond pushed me into a mud puddle after stealing some of my toy soldiers, I wasn't too embarrassed to tell my mom. She was always there for me, no matter what, and when I started dating she was naturally interested. After my dates, she always asked how things had gone, showing a sincere concern for my feelings and, in particular, anything that might affect my confidence. That night, we discussed my date with Kim after I got home.
"The last thing I'm going to allow is some stuck up little ... debutante! ... leaving my boy with blue balls after a date! The nerve of that girl!" Mom repeated. "Now you go up and get ready for bed, Son. I'll be up to tuck you in after I get my shower."
"Thanks, Mom."
* * *
It all started innocently enough. I had broken my throwing arm in a Pop Warner football game and the doctor had fitted me with a large cast. At school, all my friends wrote funny stuff on it and signed their names, but at home the cast was a major problem, due to the fact that I was no longer able to masturbate. My normal practice of holding a magazine in one hand and stroking my dick with the other, several times a day, was now rendered impossible. Even with the magazine on my desk I found it extremely difficult to develop a good enough technique with my weak hand, and I couldn't get myself off no matter what I tried. It was so frustrating that I thought about stealing a steak out of the refrigerator and cutting a hole in it so I could try fucking it, but when I checked the fridge there were no steaks to be had. Besides, I doubted whether it would work, and I had no idea how I would explain a missing steak to my mom without having to explain the whole problem. My balls were aching and I was at my wits' end!
I decided to talk to Mom about it.
"Oh, honey!" Mom responded after I told her my pathetic story. "You should have come to me sooner! I never want my boy to needlessly suffer, and you know that I will always do whatever I can to help you."
"I know, Mom, but it's a little embarrassing," I sheepishly replied.
"Oh, don't you give it another thought. You never need to be embarrassed with me and I hope you know that you can always come to me if you have a problem, no matter what it is," she added.
And I did know that, I really did. I knew my mom was always there for me, no matter what, and I felt kind of bad that I had hesitated to tell her about the situation. Then it dawned on me that I might have made her feel sad and unwanted by doing that. It was bad enough having the masturbation issue without disappointing Mom over my holding back something like that.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I just didn't think there was any way that you could help me and I didn't want you to worry," I truthfully explained, my lower lip quivering and tears forming in my eyes.
"There, there," Mom cooed, putting her arm around me and pulling me into her warm soft bosom. "We'll figure this out, just like always."
* * *
That night as I lay in bed I heard a quiet knock on the door.
"May I come in?" Mom politely asked.
"Sure, Mom."
She was wearing a fluffy white robe and appeared to have showered and done her hair. I could faintly smell the sweet aroma of her perfume. She shut the door and sat next to me on the bed.
"Now Son, I want you to close your eyes and let Mommy take care of you. Just relax and don't give any thought to it."
She was gazing at me lovingly, and all I could feel was the reassurance that only a mother can give.
I closed my eyes and Mom turned the covers down and began to remove my pajama bottoms.
"Just relax," she repeated as she pulled them off and did the same with my underwear.
I trusted Mom and knew that she would never do anything to hurt me, and I wasn't embarrassed about her seeing my privates.
Next thing I knew, I felt Mom's hand on my thigh. Just a gentle touch, and then a soft warm feeling when she reached under my scrotum and cupped both of my suffering balls in her hand. It felt so good.
I kept my eyes closed, just like Mom told me to, and felt her other hand wrap around the base of my cock.
"You just let Mommy take care of you," she whispered as she began to gently stroke my dick.
It felt great.
I knew that I was hard at this point, and I just gave in to the feelings.
"Oh, Mom..."
Little by little, she increased the pressure on my shaft and the speed of her strokes.
Mom’s hands were so soft, I couldn't believe how great it felt.
"That's a good boy," she whispered.
Soon I jerked my hips up and let out a moan.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" I gasped and felt my balls release all the cum I'd been saving up for days. I don't know how many times I spasmed, but I kept my eyes closed and just let Mom take care of me.
"That's a good boy," she whispered again, and I gradually relaxed, the terrible ache finally gone.
It wasn't a skinned knee, but it was almost exactly the same feeling. Mom had made it all better.
I finally opened my eyes, and she was looking down at me with a caring smile.
"That better?" she asked.
"Yes, Mom," I smiled back.
* * *
The next morning, Mom came to wake me with a knock on the door.
"May I come in?"
"Sure, Mom."
She came in wearing the same robe and her hair was done. She also wore makeup, which I hadn't noticed the night before.
"How's my little man doing?" she asked as she sat on the bed and lowered the blanket.
As was usual in the mornings, I had a hard-on.
"Oh, well, what do we have here?" Mom playfully queried. "We can't send you off to school like that!" she continued while removing my pajama bottoms and underwear, just as she had the previous night.
My rock-hard dick was sticking straight up this time.
"We made quite a mess last night," she said as she fluffed my two pillows and had me lean against the headboard with the pillows behind my back. "Let's see if we can't find a better way to take care of you."
And with that, she opened her robe and let it fall from her shoulders, exposing a fairly transparent red camisole and a matching pair of panties. She wasn't wearing a bra.
"Just open your legs and let me kneel between them," she continued with a serene smile. "Good boy. Now you just lie back and relax. Mommy will take care of everything."
I did as I was told.
With a twinkle in her eye, she looked up at me first and then down at my cock before lowering her mouth onto it.
"Ohhhh, Mom!"
What a feeling!
Soon Mom's head was bobbing slowly and steadily and a small amount of saliva had drooled onto my balls, which she had previously grasped in her hand and had begun to lightly rub, her finger tips reaching almost to my butt hole. I could see her breasts through the camisole, swaying with the rhythm of her movements, and I watched her face as she lovingly sucked my dick. Her eyes were closed and the serene look was still there.
Gradually, she sped up the pace.
It was so nice, I couldn't hold it another second.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh!" I grunted as I thrust my cock up into Mom's mouth while I shot my load toward the back of her throat.
"Mmmmmmm... Mmmmmmmmmmm..." she moaned as she swallowed it down.
She stayed like that, softly sucking, until my erection subsided. Taking her mouth off and licking her lips, she got up on her knees and smiled at me.
"Better?" she asked.
"Yes, Mom," I smiled back.
* * *
One day, after a week or so of multiple blow jobs per day and having just blasted a big load of cum into Mom’s willing mouth, I noticed that her panties were wet between her legs.
"Mom, you've been so good to me. Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked.
"Well, Son, since we have no secrets I guess I should admit that I get aroused when I suck your cock. I think I'd like it if you would help to relieve me, kind of like I do for you."
"I'd love to, Mom. Would you show me how?" I asked.
"Of course! Here, let me get these panties off and sit where you are right now. You can get between my legs and lay on your belly," she replied.
After Mom peeled off her panties and we switched places, I noticed that she had a very beautiful and fragrant pussy. In fact, I was mesmerized by it. Her pubic hair was obviously trimmed, but not shaved like the disgusting girls I'd seen in magazines. Why anyone would prefer a shaved pussy was something I could never understand and never will. Same with fake tits. I'd take a completely flat woman over a gross set of plastic tits any day! But I digress...
As I stared into the glimmering folds of the exact place where I had started out in this world, my mouth began to water, and I instinctively slid forward and licked Mom's tasty slit from the bottom all the way to the top.
She shivered.
"That's good, Son. Keep doing that for a while until you think I can't stand it anymore. Then, come up to the top and gently suck on the little nub right here."
She spread her pussy lips and pointed to what I later learned was her clitoris.
"Then, as you suck on it, you can lick it lightly, and lick into my hole, too, then back."
I did as I was told, and Mom moaned.
I wrapped my arms under her legs and rested my hands on the tops of her thighs and closed my eyes. I felt like I was in heaven. After a few minutes of licking her pussy and clit, Mom began squirming. I then took her clit between my lips and sucked it gently, flicking my tongue up and down and all around before staying with just the up and down motion.
"Oh, that's it... Just like that!" she gasped before her whole body rose up rigidly and shuddered.
I held on for dear life.
Finally, she went soft and relaxed.
"Good boy," she said as we gazed into each other's eyes.
* * *
Mom and I had been happily relieving each other three times a day or so for about a week when I decided to take a chance.
"Mom, just lean back and relax," I said as I scooted up to where my cock was poised at the entrance to her beautiful pussy.
She looked me dead in the eyes and her lips parted, but she didn't say a word.
I pressed forward and slid my full length into her as our eyes stayed locked together.
We both moaned in unison, kind of in harmony.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her head on my shoulder as I began to thrust into her.
"Oh, Mom, this feels great."
"Yes, Son, it sure does," she gasped as I started to fuck her hard.
We grunted and groaned, and my balls slapped against her ass cheeks. I wasn't the man of stamina that I am today in those days, and soon I was feeling the cum boiling in my balls. As a firm believer that you should never cum in your mother's pussy - or your sister's, for that matter - I pulled out, stood up, and shoved my cock into Mom's waiting mouth and she sucked my load down with ease, holding her hands on my ass so I wouldn't fall.
Whew, that was something.
"Good boy," she whispered after I slunk down and held her in my arms.
* * *
After about another week I noticed that Mom had begun to wear more revealing clothes around the house. She had always been kind of prim and proper about her attire, even at home, but I guess she'd been out shopping while I was at school and had apparently bought some new outfits, because I had never seen some of the things she'd been wearing lately.
"That's a pretty skirt, Mom," I said one night.
"Thank you!" she replied and did a little pirouette. It was pleated plaid and fairly short, kind of like something a schoolgirl might wear.
"Lift it up and show me what you're wearing underneath," I said.
"Now Son, you shouldn't speak to your mother like that," she complained.
This was an important moment, and I knew it.
"Come over here, Mom."
She came over and stood facing me. I was sitting on the sofa. She had kind of a doe eyed look.
"Lay over my leg, Mom. I'm going to give you a spanking," I said as her eyes widened.
She hesitated for only a few seconds, then with a downcast expression she arranged herself over my leg, burying her face in the sofa pillows.
"I would never truly hurt you, Mom, but I don't ever want you to refuse me again," I softly pronounced as I raised her skirt and laid it on her back.
She was wearing black stockings and a matching garter belt, with a beautiful pair of sheer blue bikini panties over the straps.
My cock hardened.
"Okay Mom, I want you to be a good girl now and take your spanking like you know you deserve it."
"I will, Son," she meekly responded.
And with that, I began to slap her butt with my free hand, lightly at first, but gradually harder.
"No refusing me, do you understand?"
"Yes," she replied as she began to squirm and clench her butt.
It was probably a little embarrassing for her, but it wasn't a very hard spanking and I soon stopped smacking her ass and switched to lightly rubbing her over her panties, which I noticed had become soaked between her legs. I rubbed the smooth wet material over her pussy and she began breathing harder. I moved the elastic leg band aside and slipped my finger in deep through her slit, making her squirm some more before I traced my wet finger up to her butt hole and rubbed it all around.
She gasped.
Gathering more of the wetness from her pussy, I brought my finger back to her butt hole and began to push it in, just a little.
"Oh!" she gasped again.
"Rub your clit on my knee, Mom," I directed and she immediately rearranged herself.
"That's a good girl," I said as my mother rhythmically pressed her clit against my leg through the fabric of her panties while I probed her butt with my finger.
Soon I could tell that Mom was ready to cum, and I let her keep grinding on my bare knee until she cried out in a massive orgasm as I pulled my finger out of her ass and squeezed her butt cheeks.
"Good girl," I whispered after she calmed down. "Now suck my cock."
She slid down between my legs and I helped her pull my shorts off before she spent some quality time diligently extracting my seed.
"Oh, Mom!" I finally exclaimed as I held her down and shot my load into the back of her throat.
* * *
Six weeks after I had broken my arm, Mom and I drove to the doctor's and he sliced and sliced until the cast was gone. My arm was kind of dirty, but the nurse cleaned me up and my arm felt great!
"Thank you, Doctor," Mom and I said in unison, once again unintentionally harmonizing with each other.
When we left the doctor's office, I asked Mom if we could go out to dinner that evening to celebrate.
"That's a great idea, Son!" she happily replied.
We went home and Mom sucked me off before we got showered and dressed to go back out. I had asked her to wear her knee-length gray skirt and matching jacket, her medium height black heels, and my favorite pink blouse with her black bra. I also asked her to wear black stockings and her black Harley Davidson thong panties and to insert the remote controlled "vibrating egg" into her pussy.
I wore a white button down shirt and a pair of slacks with a sport coat and dress shoes.
Soon we were at Harald's, an expensive French place whose namesake was the maître d' and his wife the chef. (They were legit, from France.)
Harald was around 85 years old but didn't look a day over 60, and I asked him about that.
"I drink a liter of white wine per day, and have for well over fifty years," he replied.
Mom ordered a bottle of white Bordeaux that Harald recommended after asking her about her preferences, and I ordered a Shirley Temple.
We were seated in a private booth with Japanese style screens separating us from the surrounding restaurant. As soon as Harald left with the drink order, I reached into my coat pocket and pressed the button on the remote.
Mom's eyes widened.
I let go of the button right before the wine steward moved the screen and entered with our drinks. Mom's face was somewhat flushed, but we both enjoyed watching the steward expertly open her wine bottle. "We need to wet the wine bweethe faw a moment," he spoke with kind of a lisp, wearing a black tuxedo with a white towel neatly draped over his forearm. After a minute, he poured Mom a small sip, which she tasted with a smile and a nod before he filled her glass and gave me my drink. Then he placed Mom's wine bottle into a large silver goblet filled with ice and exited with a bow.
I pressed the button again, but only for a few seconds. Then Mom and I clinked our glasses and took a few sips of our drinks.
Harald soon returned with a blackboard on an easel that displayed the evening's menu. It was a fixed price menu, and only a few decisions had to be made regarding appetizers and entrees before Harald bowed out and I assume communicated our ***********ions to his wife in the kitchen.
Mom and I had a great conversation, and the meal was superb. After our entrees, we ordered from a cheese platter and then had dessert. Harald recommended the port, and even gave me a glass of it. I thought it was excellent, but what did I know about port? Not much!
I drove us home and gave Mom a number of long sessions with the egg during the ride. By the time we got inside, she was extremely ready to fuck. As soon as I closed the door, she dropped to her knees, fished out my cock, and ravenously throated it while I gave her a few more jolts.
"Go upstairs and take off your jacket, skirt and blouse," I directed and she hopped up and just about ran up the stairs. I hung my coat on a hanger in the closet and made my way up to her bedroom.
She was standing in the middle of the room, hands at her sides, awaiting my instructions.
I fluffed up a couple of pillows and laid them on the foot of the bed.
"Get over the pillows, Mom."
She did as she was told.
I positioned her so that her feet were touching together and the toes of her shoes just barely reached the floor. Then I pulled her Harley panties down to her ankles and savored the arousing sight for a moment. Finally I reached into the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube, squirting some on her asshole before taking a finger and rubbing it all around and then inserting my finger into her butt.
Mom was breathing hard.
I put another finger into her butt and began to slowly slide both fingers in and out until I thought she was good and ready.
She was panting at this point, resting her head on the mattress, her hair delightfully framing her head and obscuring her face.
I took the remote out of my pocket and removed my pants and underwear before straddling her legs.
I slid my cock between Mom's butt cheeks and rubbed the drooling head around her slickened hole. Then I pushed it deep into her ass and pressed the button.
I fucked Mom good that night.
* * *
One day, I came home from football practice to find Mom and Kim at the kitchen table. They both looked up at me as I walked in.
"Well this is quite a surprise," I truthfully noted.
They both smiled sweetly, and I noticed that they each had an empty coffee cup and had apparently been talking for some time.
"Kim wants you to take her out tonight," Mom announced. "It's Friday, so you wouldn't have to get her home until midnight."
I looked at Kim and she was nodding enthusiastically. She had a multi-color jeweled barrette in her hair and was wearing a short denim skirt and a strappy white t-shirt with white socks and sneakers, and she looked as cute as can be.
It had been quite a while since I had taken Kim out. I still saw her at school and sometimes said hi but that was the extent of our interactions. I guess I wasn't very nice to her and basically ignored her after our last unsuccessful parking escapade. Still, I always liked Kim and never knew her to have another boyfriend. And from the look on her face she sure seemed to still be interested in yours truly!
"That sounds great!" I exclaimed, never leaving Kim's twinkly upturned gaze. We smiled at each other for a few delicious seconds...
"Okay, I'll take Kim home now and you can pick her up later," Mom said, and they rose from their seats at the table and both walked out.
All I could think of as they closed the door behind them was that Kim had a great ass, and she sure did.
Later, after Mom returned from dropping Kim off, she told me that she had made dinner reservations for us at Harald's, and also booked a room there. Harald had kind of a bed and breakfast thing going, minus the breakfast, and catered to well-off visitors to our town who never failed to rave about the accommodations.
"Wow, Mom, you're the greatest," I said before wrapping my arms around her and squeezing her tight.
"I always take care of my boy," she whispered into my ear, "and I always will."
After hugging her for another sweet moment, I couldn't help but give into my curiosity. I held her at arm's length and looked into her loving eyes.
"How did you and Kim come to be talking here today and what did you two talk about?" I asked.
Mom looked deeply into my eyes.
"I'm not refusing you, but I want you to know that I don't want to answer that. I will if you tell me to, but I don't want you to," Mom said with a meaningful look that I knew enough not to ignore.
"That's okay, Mom," I tenderly assured her. "I won't ask you about that again. If you ever want to tell me, that will be your decision. I think I'll go up now and get ready for my date."
Mom just smiled at me, a maternal smile that only a mother could give, and probably only to a son.
* * *
I pulled up to Kim's house at six o'clock. Mom had recommended that I go to the florist and pick up a small bouquet, and I walked up to the porch and rang the doorbell holding the bouquet. I was wearing my slacks, shirt, sport coat and dress shoes when Kim's mom answered the door.
"Well don't you look positively darling!" her mom exclaimed. "Won't you come in?"
I thanked her and gave her the bouquet as I entered the foyer. Kim's dad was standing inside, eyeing me up and down.
"Hello, young man," he said as he extended his hand. I put on my best adult face and made sure to look him in the eye while giving him a firm but not too firm handshake. "I've heard a lot about you," he added.
As we stood there, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and all three of us turned to see Kim descending, decked out in black high heels and a gorgeous matching dress. Her hair was up in a bun, and she looked so radiantly beautiful that I couldn't breathe for a few seconds. I was truly captivated and watched in awe as she came down and walked straight to me. I reached out my hand and she daintily put hers in it as we held each other's gaze.
"You two have a nice time this evening," Kim's mom beamed at us.
"And I trust that you will comport yourselves with dignity," her dad added.
"Yes, Sir," I assured him with an honest and forthright look into his eyes.
I appreciated the way her parents treated me that night and I never forgot it.
I escorted Kim to the car, opened the door for her and held her hand as she lowered herself onto the passenger seat. Closing the door after she brought her foot inside, I came around to the driver's side, got in, and looked into her eyes.
"Thank you for coming out with me tonight, Kimmy," I said. "I hope you have a nice time."
Kim looked back at me with a pretty smile. "I'm sure I will," she said.
And with that we drove off.
Once we got to Harald's, I pulled up to the front entrance, got out, and helped Kim out of the car before driving over to the parking lot and hurrying back to collect her. When we entered the restaurant, Harald was there to greet us.
"Your reservations are for our most private booth," he said. "Your room is behind a door adjoining the booth, so after dinner you can simply enter through the door and lock it behind you."
He looked at me. "There's no need to pay for the dinner or room or leave a tip. Your mother has taken care of everything and asked that you not be disturbed."
A warm feeling instantly spread through my chest at the thought of that. Mom has always taken care of me and always will.
Kim and I had a glorious dinner. We were not carded and Harald chose a wonderful wine. The food was exquisite, and when we were finally done with dessert, we decided to go through the door to our room.
Kim's dress had what seemed to be at least 50 buttons down the front, and when I finally laid her on the bed I unfastened them one by one.
I don't want to go any further into what happened between me and Kim that night because we ended up marrying and having a family, and it's kind of private. They say the Internet is forever, and neither of us would want our children or grandchildren to get the wrong idea. I will say this, though...
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