I didn't exactly grow up in the most normal family. Still, it doesn't explain what happened.
My mother hooked up with a gang banger when she was eighteen. That's how I came along. She told me he got arrested and never saw him again. Didn't bother tracking him down. Wasn't totally sure his real name. Night Hawk is all she knew him by.
To make money she became a dancer. You know what kind. For $300 to $600 a night the money was great, paid the rent, kept food on the table.
She always has done the best she could for me. But my friends all knew what she did. I got used to the names after a while. They didn't know her heart. I did. So they could call her a whore or slut or ho or pole dancer, which she was actually. But she never brought a guy home. She told me at the club the men there weren't allowed to touch her.
She wanted the opposite life for me. No gangs. No drugs. Stay in school. Her rules were simple enough. If I kept out of trouble anything would be possible.
So I focused on staying in school and keeping away from the trouble makers. The problem was, everyone else looked for trouble and couldn't care less about school. I didn't make many friends. It was easier just to be shy and keep to myself. As I got closer to graduating high school, more and more kids dropped out. Girls were getting pregnant. Kids vaped in the bathrooms. I tried to ignore it, but they guys with girlfriends seemed to be kings of the world. Prom came and went. Football games came and went. I went to the gym by myself, kept myself in shape. But all the girls ignored me. Senior year I started my own business customizing sneakers, and kept it up after graduating. My mom was the only family member I had, the only one that came to my graduation, the one person I've always been able to lean on and trust. In the photo outside the school it's just me and her.
The whole summer after graduating I worked on my little business while trying to figure out what to do with my life. My mom had just turned 37 and I got the vibe she was looking for a career change herself. She went to the gym religiously herself, and always ate right. But she must have been on the older end of the women working in the club. She told me one time they wouldn't work anyone over 40.
Then one day in the summer I sold some sparkly sneakers to a girl who turned out to be an OnlyFans model. She offered to give me access to her site for a discount on the sneakers. I had never paid for anything like that before although I had seen plenty of free porn on the internet--but never anything like her. Her body just, just turned on me like crazy.
That night my mom had off of work. Before she went to bed she stuck her head in the door to wish me goodnight, which I should have expected honestly, but instead I had forgot to lock the door or anything, so when she looked in my room she saw me lying in bed with my dick in my hand. As soon as I saw her I dropped my phone and tried to grab a pillow or anything to cover myself. But she saw what she saw. To my surprise she didn't freak out on me.
"Well I was going to wish you a good night, but it looks like you're having one already!" She shut the door behind her and sat on the edge of my bed.
"Masturbation is normal, it's ok. You don't have to be ashamed of anything. Plus I know you don't have a girlfriend to help you." She always knew what to say. And it was true. I had never had a girlfriend. All the girls I thought were hot went out with the worst boys and totally ignored me.
"I'm sorry you had to see that Mom, I was just looking at..."
"I have a pretty good idea what you were looking at, son" she laughed it off. But then she looked back at me, and saw my cock still hard. I didn't want it to be. I really didn't want it to be. She must have seen me flustered. "It's nothing you need to hide around me. I gave birth to you after all. I know what you look like. That girl you were looking at, one of your customers?"
How did she know? "Yes" I admitted.
"I see. Does she live close by?" she wondered.
"Sadly no, she's in California." We lived in Florida.
"That's a shame. If she were here she could help you with your problem right now." She chuckled, looking at my hard cock. "Unless you would let me." She sighed, looking away.
"Let you?" I didn't understand. "What do you mean?"
"Your whole life I've kept you out of trouble, away from the bad kids. But now you're grown and I don't know, maybe I should have let you have more fun. I know you're still a virgin. You've never even had a girl to give you head before, have you?"
We both knew the answer. A cold hard no.
"Would you let me? You know, to make it up to you?" I think she batted her eyes at me. I hadn't even noticed the robe she was wearing until now. Normally she wore sweats around the house.
"Mom, that's crazy, you shouldn't... I shouldn't... we shouldn't..." I felt like there was no way this should happen.
"I feel like we should, I should, and maybe you'll like it. If not, I'll stop, ok?" She put a hand on my leg to calm me while I thought about it.
I had just seen my OnlyFans model giving head to her boyfriend. I did want to know what that felt like. So I agreed. "Um, ok, if you really want to I'll let you."
"You're a grown man now, son. You deserve to be treated like the man of the house you are." She planted a kiss on my cheek like she had so many times before, but then took my hard cock between those same lips. I moaned at the instant sensation of the warmth of her mouth, then she took it out of her mouth and licked up and down the length of my shaft, just like I had seen my OnlyFans model do. I moaned again and my mother and I locked eyes. "You like that, don't you?"
"Um, yesss, yes I do" I had to admit.
"You want me to keep going, don't you?" she wondered, with the same look our dog gives me when she's hungry, that pitiful look of desire that I can never say no to.
"Yes, mom, I do..."
"Good. You deserve this. And I love the way you taste." She whispered to me before taking my cock back into her mouth, bobbing up and down on it, her saliva coating it. I moaned louder, feeling my cock throbbing even harder. How many men had wanted her to do this to them, and yet they could never touch her? Now in my own bed she gave me the most intense pleasure of my life. After a minute she had to come up for air, gasping for breath, leaving my wet cock standing straight up from my body. "I'm getting hot" she muttered before pulling her robe untied and tossing it off to the side.
To my stunned disbelief she had no bra on underneath it, just thin lacy panties. She must have just taken a shower. She smelled like the perfume of her body wash. I had only seen her naked around the house by accident before, from a distance. But now I beheld her true beauty, just before she took me in her mouth again, I saw those same full breasts that had nursed me, that so many men had surely admired, their perfectly round shape and size, and her toned abs leading to her delicately thin waist and curvaceous hips.
My head started spinning as she engulfed me in her mouth once more, slowly bobbing up down on my throbbing cock, her lips sliding down my shaft until I felt my tip finally meeting the back of her throat. She stayed down on me and I felt her tongue caressing me in her mouth before she pulled her head up once more, and then back down.
Over and over she bobbed up and down as I moaned in my bed, my body shaking from the raw intensity of what we were doing, well mostly of what she was doing for me.
She must have felt me shaking because she grabbed my legs in her hands to steady me, before she picked up speed. She must have sensed she was overstimulating me, that I couldn't take this much longer. She released me from her mouth and kissed around the base of my throbbing shaft, and then slid her hand up my leg until her fingertips reached my testicles. She fondled me gently, massaging my scrotum, tugging ever so gently at my balls before she wrapped her lips around the right one, sucking it gently before moving over to the left, swapping them back and forth in her mouth making me moan and shake with forbidden pleasure.
Eventually she released my testicles and licked up the length of my shaft before taking me in her mouth like a popsicle in the hot summer. She moved her head up and down slowly at first but gradually built up speed, until after several minutes she moved her head with the speed of a machine, finally so fast that it would make a woodpecker jealous, as I panted and moaned and writhed in my own bed.
"Oh my God! Oh my God!" I cried out, sensing I couldn't take this much longer, wondering whether she would stop or not. I ran my fingers through her soft long hair as she sucked on me and I moaned louder and louder until I guess my basest instincts took over. I had to release. I had to. I just had to. Part of me wanted her to stop. Part of me wanted her to never stop, like this should go on forever. But my balls that she had just spend so long sucking on now literally ached and my whole body trembled as I reached my absolute limit.
I remember holding her head down in my hands and my whole body spasming, lifting my hips off the bed as my first real orgasm thundered over me. The rush of semen through my shaft felt like a fire hose blasting, draining the pent up pressure like a flooded river held behind a dam that had just burst. In wave after wave my semen rocketed out my shaft and into her mouth, or rather, straight down her throat, until I literally collapsed back into my mattress and I let go of her head.
I expected her to immediately come up for air and probably slap me across my face for using her like that. But she stayed down on me and caressed my bare legs in her hands. I felt her throat tightening as she swallowed. I felt her sucking the very last drops of my semen directly out of my tip. I felt her tongue once again on my shaft as she bobbed up and down a few more times, or maybe it was a few more minutes.
Eventually she released my drained cock out of her mouth, leaving it lying back on my chest before giving my tip one last tender kiss.
I could barely regain my breath. I'm sure my pulse was racing. She sat up in bed and looked at me, licking her lips. "Well, did you like it?" she wanted to know. I looked at her toned body, nearly naked before me once again. I couldn't believe what she had just done for me. "Well?" she demanded.
"Yes, yes, I mean oh my God I've never felt anything like that before." I managed to stammer.
"Well I'm always here for you, son. If you ever want me to do that again for you, all you have to do is ask ok? You don't have to look at those strangers online when I'm right here for you. Goodnight honey." She planted another soft wet kiss on my cheek before climbing out of my bed and slipping back into her robe. She turned off the light on the way out, surely knowing I was exhausted.
*****
What a crazy night. My testicles literally felt sore the next morning. We didn't talk about it. Well, until the next night she had off. Then the scene repeated itself. Then the next week again. All summer, each night she had off she would spend with me. Just her touch always made me hard and she always swallowed every drop I released into her mouth. It felt so satisfying to release, to have her suck it out of me, to give us both what we wanted. She told me how hard it was for her to go so long without a man's touch, and how she didn't want me to be deprived of a good woman in my life. Gradually I built up my stamina, until I could last more than a few minutes. Sometimes if she was really tired we would fall asleep together and sleep in. Once in a while she would give me head again in the morning.
One such morning she woke up first. I woke up to the sensation of her gently stroking my cock. Once she could tell my eyes were open, she asked me "Do you ever want more?"
"I always love it when you give me head, Mom. It's so special."
"That's not what I mean. I mean more than that." She sighed.
"I don't understand." I had barely even woken up yet. "How much more is there?"
"My body, my needs, it's more than just the way I give you head, son. If you want to, if you want me to, we could take this to the next level."
"Oh" I whispered. There was only higher level I could think of. "Do you want to feel me inside you?"
"Well technically you've been inside me before, Son. My womb made you. You really do belong in there in some way, always." She made a good case.
"You don't have to stay a virgin any longer." She looked right into my eyes as she said it. I didn't want to be a virgin any longer, either, but still...
"I, I don't know I mean couldn't you get pregnant maybe?" We absolutely couldn't let that happen.
"No, son, I got my tubes tied after I had you, after I started working in the clubs. You were the only family I needed." She caressed my cheek with her soft hand, looking loving at me. "You can put your seed in there and nothing will happen. But do you want to?"
Did I want to put my seed in her? It seemed like a privilege. A privilege only ever held by one other man, my deadbeat father. Had she waited all these years just for me now to fill that role? To fill her body?
"It, it would be my honor, my honor to give my virginity back to you..." I must have blushed.
"Mmm, I'm glad you feel that way. I woke up wanting you inside me." I watched as she slid her panties down her smooth legs. I had never seen her pussy before. For a brief moment I admired it, like an exquisite painting, so perfect, her tender labia glistening in the morning light, her narrow little entrance, that somehow had birthed me eighteen years ago, now beckoned to me. She kept herself perfectly smooth, just like the rest of her body, pure perfection. She kissed my cheek again and then climbed on top of me. She grabbed my now rigid cock in one hand, then slowly eased herself down. At first I didn't feel anything but she winced and let out a soft coo and I felt her body accept me in. First she tensed before gently relaxing. Then I felt the heat of her body surrounding my throbbing cock, her wetness as her body let me slide into her, back between her soft and tender labia, sliding up into her pussy inch by inch until the entire length of my eight inch shaft throbbed inside her.
I held on to her hips as she squeezed herself on me, exercising muscles she must not have used in so long. She closed her eyes as she ground herself on me, moving her hips side to side, then rocking back and forth. I just held on, holding her pressed up against me, my fingertips pressing into her bare round ass.
She rubbed herself on me until finally she arched her back and let out a long moan. I felt her whole body tensing, her legs shaking beside mine in my bed. She had used me to get the orgasm her body must have craved for so long. Finally she opened her eyes and started riding me, sliding her wet pussy up and down my cock.
"You feel so good inside me, honey! You feel so good deep, right where you belong!" She moaned. I let go of her hips and reached up to steady her large breasts now swinging on her chest above me. Instinctively I squeezed them in my hands. She leaned down as she rode me, so her big soft breasts smothered my face. Instantly I started sucking on each large nipple as I must have as a baby. She bounced herself on me faster and faster, fucking me like an animal dominating me, her conquest. This must have been exactly how she fucked my father the night I was conceived, the night he released his seed into her fertile body to make me, their only son.
Now it was my turn. I started thrusting up into her, our bodies meeting in the air, crashing together in forbidden raw passion. We both started shaking. We both knew what was about to happen. We both needed to cum. We both needed to finish consummating this ultimate level of our new sexual relationship. But I wasn't satisfied with her just dominating me. For once in my life, I needed to dominate her.
I grabbed her body and rolled us over. I looked into her eyes and I saw the lust, the same lust she must have seen in mine. Instinctively she spread her legs wide for me, bending her knees and welcoming me to take her.
"Fuck me, son, fuck me!" she cried. I willingly obliged. All the stamina I had built up over the past several months now came into use as I thrust myself into her with all the force and strength I could muster, rocking the bed beneath us, pounding her beautiful fit body that had literally made me just eighteen years ago. Almost in a rage I crashed into her faster and faster and faster, moaning and grunting with every thrust, sweating from the shear physical exertion. She must have felt my anger rising in me with the increasing violence that I unleashed upon her body.
"Oh my God yes! Fuck me harder! HARDER YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" She begged me and cried until I finally felt her convulsing beneath me, her second orgasm now more intense and more sustained than the first. It was all too much for me to experience, too intense, my biological urges now undeniable and unstoppable.
"CUM INSIDE ME!" She practically yelled. "Give it to me, please!" I felt her fingernails scratching my back just as my heavy swollen testicles both violently crashed against her body one last time. With one final thrust I drove my cock as hard and as deep and as far into my mother as I possibly could. I felt my tip impacting hard muscle, what must be her cervix. That instant my own orgasm crashed over me, so much more intensely than any time I had cum in her mouth. Like an uncontrollable fountain I began erupting inside her, splashing against the entrance to her womb with my cum, in hot stream after hot stream, so near her ovaries, in the place my life literally began. I felt her smooth legs wrap around me as we melted together as one, our bodies now forever joined in sexual union. I summoned the strength to thrust a few more times to make the last intense streams of semen rocket out of me into her. Then I collapsed into my mother's arms, my cock still throbbing inside her, millions of my sperm released into her.
Nothing had ever felt so satisfying or complete, or dominant, or successful as to ejaculate deep inside a woman who loved me.
For several more minutes we lay together, tangled in bliss, having finally satisfied our deepest urges, ignoring the world outside, enraptured in the bond we had just formed. Eventually I felt my cock starting to soften and it was time to pull out of her, slowly, gently. She rolled back on top of me as I rubbed her round beautiful ass in my hands once more. She planted another soft wet kiss on my cheek. "I've raised you right, son. You're such an amazing lover. If I hadn't had my tubes tied you might have impregnated me, just like your father did. I love you, son. You know how to treat a woman now. But I think it's time I find you a young lover your own age to experience your love."
The next week she set me up on a date with one of the newest dancers at her club.
To be continued...
It turned out we had gone to school together, Desiree, the newest dancer at the club where my mother worked, but I don't remember seeing her before. Cute girl, maybe 5'1 to my 5'11, narrow waist and nice hips, especially for just being 18 like me. Turns out she is as shy as me, too. She looked up to my mother as a mentor, and definitely someone who could teach her how to make it and stay safe working in the clubs downtown. She had just started to learn to pole dance a little, but my mother said she picked up the basics quickly.
My mother arranged for us to meet each other the first time over lunch in a cute little café downtown my mother knew about. The first thing I noticed was her eyes, light hazel brown that absolutely lit up and made me blush when she smiled at me. Sitting at that little café I felt butterflies for the first time. I probably admired her cleavage a little too much, making her blush back at me.
After lunch she gave me a little hug and we agreed to hang out again soon, which turned out be just a few days later. We both started to open up to each other more and more with each date. We both were raised by single mothers but she had brothers, one older and one much younger. She really needed the money from working in the night clubs to help her family, but she didn't want to have to do that forever. She told me how much my mother helped look out for her.
For six months we dated, seeing each other once or twice a week, slowly building our relationship. At the end of each date she would usually give me a little kiss on my neck or my cheek but we hadn't progressed to anything really physical yet.
I didn't rush her. After all, I still had my mother at home. Since the first time we had sex together, it had opened up a new dimension of our relationship that could never be closed. On my mother's days off, once or twice a week we would spend a lot of time intimately together in her bedroom, which she now welcomed me into. Just holding her body close to me always turned me on for her, and she had built up my stamina such that I could make love to her for almost an hour each round, and usually go for multiple rounds, however much she wanted.
I counted it up one time. Over the course of the first six months I dated Desiree, I must have sex with my mother at least a hundred times. But I had another woman in my life now, Desiree my girlfriend, and I felt more and more emotionally connected to her, and began to long to be intimate with her as well.
Finally after six months she invited me over to her place after our movie date. Neither of us really knew how to make out, we quickly discovered awkwardly. I never actually kissed my mother on the lips, although at time I would kiss on her body, especially my mother's amazing breasts that I worshipped. But cuddling up with Desiree on her couch, we immediately started to kiss. Her lips on mine felt so amazing, and how her hands eagerly explored my body... it felt so natural, and different, to hold her in my arms compared to my mother. But that night all we really did was kiss and hold each other until we both had to go.
The next day I told my mother about it. She grinned when I told her. I loved it when things I did made her happy. She asked me if I thought Desiree wanted to have sex soon. We hadn't actually talked about it, but my guess was yes, or at least I hoped it was yes, but as much as I wanted to start having sex with my new girlfriend, I didn't want to mess up the relationship my mother and I enjoyed.
"Don't worry, son" she reassured me. "We can still be intimate with each other as much as we want no matter who else you're with. It's your choice whether you want to tell her about us or not."
Clearly I did not want to reveal that to Desiree or anyone else, at least not any time soon.
"But even though you and I have had a lot of wonderful experiences together now, there are still some things you need to know" she began to explain.
Uh oh, I thought, are we about to have the talk?
"She might be a virgin, sounds like she probably is. That means you're going to have to be very gentle with her. You can't just push yourself in her like you can me, at least not until she tells you she's ready. And you absolutely cannot get her pregnant, ok?"
"Right, absolutely not" I agreed, well, not until we would get married someday maybe.
"So you'll need to use a condom. You can't cum inside her like you do inside me" she calmly instructed, looking me right in the eye so I would know it was serious.
"Ok but like, I've never used one before." I really hadn't. My mother and I never used protection. Why should we, since she had her tubes tied years ago. "Or what if she tells me she's on birth control?" I wondered.
"Lots of girls will say that when they're really not. She would have had to go get a prescription and start taking the right pill every day for weeks beforehand. You can't trust that, at least not right away. You'll have to use a condom every time you have sex with her, ok? We can practice using them together ourselves to get you ready."
"Ok mom, thank you. See you tonight." I replied, looking forward to being with her again.
That night we crawled into her bed as usual, with the fan whirling softly overhead and her soft music playing, just the way we liked it. As we peeled off the rest of our clothes and held each other naked I wondered what it would be like to kiss her, so I did, softly and lovingly on the lips, just like I had Desiree. To my amazement, my mother met my kiss with passion of her own, meeting my lips, then opening her mouth slightly to lick my teeth with her tongue, before plunging her tongue into my mouth to find mine. I gave in immediately, welcoming her into my mouth, the first French kiss of my life. The longer we held each other naked and kissed, the more I wanted to push myself deep inside her, to show her how much I loved her. I felt myself hard and throbbing, waiting for when she would climb on top of me or spread her legs wide for me this night.
But instead of rolling on top of me, she rolled over toward her nightstand and plucked something off the top of it by the lamp. She tore the edge of it open, and pulled out a fresh condom. I had never seen one before.
"Here, she said, it goes on like this." She held the tip of it above my penis before sliding it over my swollen tip. Inch by inch she rolled it down over my shaft, forming its necessary seal over me, until fully extended it stopped about two inches from the base of my shaft. The way she did it left about an inch loose above my tip. "That's to leave room for you to cum. That's important otherwise it could break or it will hurt when you cum. Ok, now you're ready."
Finally she climbed on top of me, and holding my sheathed rigid cock beneath her, she lowered herself down, taking me up into her pussy. At least I could see it sliding up into her, but I could barely feel anything. She started riding me, easily sliding her wet pussy along the latex of my covered cock. I held on to her ass, helping her up and down until after several minutes I felt her approaching her orgasm. I could feel her wetness covering my balls and on the very base of my shaft, but almost nothing in the rest of my cock. I longed to feel her actual pussy, the slickness and softness and warmth of her muscles deep inside, but I owed it to her to give her the orgasm she deserved. So I kept thrusting up into her like I always did, meeting her body in the air, pulling her round ass down toward me with every stroke until finally her orgasm crashed over her.
I loved feeling her shake in my arms, and I could definitely now feel the strength of her muscles clenching on me, squeezing me inside her. After her orgasm finally subsided she fell into my arms, holding each other close, her big full breasts pressed against my bare hairy chest. I loved that feeling. With my cock still buried up inside her we French kissed again as she recovered her strength. Eventually she let me roll us over so I could take my turn pounding her missionary style, my favorite position. Again I could barely feel her pussy, but the smoothness of the condom let me stroke into her with ease and ferocious speed.
"Oh yes, fuck me son, FUCK ME!" she cried out, enjoying the pounding I gave her at least as much as every other time I had taken control of her nimble body in her own bed. For minutes on end I drilled her pussy, sliding in and out almost effortless, gliding and sliding against her wet walls, probing the entrance of her womb, unleashing my most primitive instincts. She spread her legs wide for me, then wrapped them around me. She rubbed my back, then held on to my muscular ass, the held my head in her hands looking up into my eyes.
Then I closed my eyes and imagined it was Desiree beneath me right now, that her young fertile body would welcome me inside her just like this. Any night now she might invite me over, invite me to take her virginity, to make love to her for the very first time. Maybe this condom would be a good idea after all. No way would I be able to pull out of Desiree in time to stop myself from cumming inside her. My animal instincts wanted to do exactly that, to plant my seed into my girlfriend, to make her mine forever.
I opened my eyes again to see my mother's breasts swaying on her chest with every thrust I pushed into her. I absolutely loved that sight. I could tell Desiree had fairly big breasts herself, perky for sure, but not quite as big as my mother's, perhaps made larger from the milk they once carried to nurture me. I wondered how firm Desiree's would be, if they would just stay in place on her chest rather than sway freely like on my mother's. I absolutely loved my mother's breasts. They had always enchanted me. Now in the last six months I frequently sucked on them before, during and after we had sex. Tonight I grabbed them once again in my hands, squeezing them gently, rubbing her large nipples with my thumbs, making her moan softly. I slowed my thrusting as I did so, before picking up speed once again.
Even though I could barely feel her along my shaft, the longer I fucked my beautiful mother, the heavier and heavier my balls felt, with the pressure building inside them. With this condom on I had lasted probably twice as long as usual. My mother seemed to love the extended play time, welcoming me into her and shaking every few minutes as another wave of orgasm would crash over her. But finally my balls simply couldn't take it any longer. I felt my whole body starting to quiver.
Between moaning I blurted out "I'm going to cum! I'M GOING TO CUM!"
"Yes my son, I want you to, I want you to release! Cum for me please! CUM FOR ME!" she cried out. With my typical final violent thrust I pushed into her with all my remaining strength. The power of the orgasm that hit me felt just as thunderous, just as satisfying as any other time I had made love to her, if not more so. I felt the waves of my semen rocketing down my shaft, buried inside her, my whole body spasming from the instant release of passion and tension and forbidden pleasure. Everything I wanted to release into Desiree I now released into my mother.
For a moment I forgot my sperm were blocked from actually entering her body. I just kept releasing, ejaculating my full load deep in her pussy, as if it were my mother I wanted to breed, but really just filling the empty end of the condom. In my head I counted the streams as I felt them rocketing through my shaft... eight, nine, ten... After I felt the last few streams leave my body I thrust gently for a few more minutes, my eyes closed again, imagining having just released my load into the tight pussy of my girlfriend, to breed her. Finally I opened my eyes and slowly pulled my cock out of my mother, seeing the glistening condom still wrapped firmly around my rigid shaft, but now with a bulbous balloon of my semen at the end, surrounding my tip in my own milky white reproductive fluid, trapping the millions of my sperm from accomplishing their biological imperative.
"Now do you see how much you cum? You can't release all that in anyone else but me, ok son?"
"Yes, Mom, yeah it is a lot. You really do make me cum so much for you. Thank you, Mom. I love you..." I whispered.
"I love you too, darling... Wow, you're still hard. Here, let me help you take it off." She gently rolled the condom back up my shaft. I shivered as the coolness of the night air finally hit my bare skin, enjoying the fresh, new sensation. "Normally you would wrap this up in a tissue and throw it in the trash, ok? But I want to do this for you because I love you."
She gently pulled the end of the condom back off of my tip, but instead of getting rid of it, she let its contents spill back out of the condom, allowing the thick white semen to ooze out, drizzling over my tip and sliding down my shaft like icing over a cake. Then she tossed the empty condom off the side of the bed and took my cum covered cock into her mouth. Instantly I moaned at the intense sensation of her mouth sucking on me. After having all my nerve endings blocked for so long tonight, everything now seemed ten times more sensitive. I moaned and shivered as she sucked and licked me clean. I watched as my cum coated her tongue and glistened on her lips. Then I felt her sucking right on my swollen tip, the most sensitive part of my whole body.
"Oh God, Oh God!" I cried out. Now I could tell she didn't just want to clean me off, she wanted to suck me off. I held on to her head as she bobbed up and down on me, over stimulating me, making my head spin with dizzying pleasure, too much, too much! I was used to going two or three rounds with her, but never this quickly in succession. I had just drained my balls mere minutes ago, but already I felt them hurriedly recharging.
Instinctively I thrust my hips upward to meet my mother's head, pulling her face down over me as I tried to shove my bare tip into her throat. The more forcefully I held on to her head, the more voraciously she sucked on me until literal tears streamed down my cheeks and I couldn't stop shaking. "OH MY GOD, YESSS!!!" I yelled into her bedroom as she sent me over the edge for the second time. I held her head down over me, her lips pressed down against my body at the very base of my shaft. Like an automatic reflex my hips bucked upward the instant the hot rush of more semen rocketed through my shaft, erupting into her mouth with even more intensity and urgency than I had filled that condom just minutes before. It shot out of me, more and more and more. Wow, I thought, she really does love me.
I felt her sucking every last drop out of me, milking me, making all my muscles spasm again with the heat of the pleasure she gave me. After I finished releasing every drop I possibly could for her, she released my cock, leaving it throbbing gently, lying against my stomach as I struggled to catch my breath. I felt exhausted but I wanted to hold her beautiful body close to me. She nestled beside me, pulling a sheet over us, then leaned close to kiss me, to French kiss me. I welcomed her tongue back into my mouth, but that wasn't all.
I assumed she had swallowed the load I pumped into her, like she normally did, but she hadn't. My semen still coated her tongue. That's what I tasted first, the saltiness and stickiness of my own semen. As we French kissed more of it spilled from her mouth into mine, and back and forth until both our faces glistened with it. I could feel it tingling in my mouth, my own sperm alive and searching for a woman's egg to fertilize, to conceive. I thought about all the times I had cum in my mother's mouth before, that she had felt this same tingling before swallowing it or letting it dribble down her chest. Finally we released our kiss. By the lamplight I saw the stickiness of my cum on her lips, her chin, her cheeks, the same way it must be smeared all over mine.
"That's how you taste, my dear, salty and savory. She might want to give you head, she might not, ok? She might want you to cum in her mouth but some girls don't. She might swallow or she might not. But you can't fuck her face like you do mine unless she wants you to, ok son?"
"Yes, Mom, don't worry, we'll take it slow..."
"I don't know son; once you get going you're such an animal in bed. Women can be too; it just takes us a bit longer to get comfortable with it. If you cum anywhere not in condom, it can only be in her mouth, ok?
"Ok, yes, makes sense. Thank you, Mom." My eyes fluttered closed and we fell asleep naked in her bed.
The next morning Desiree sent me a snap, a picture of her in bed, the sheet just covering the middle of her obviously bare breasts underneath, her face smiling and her tongue poked out just to the side, and the caption, 'Want to spend the night Wednesday?'
To be continued...