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Mom's Throat
"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 draped
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 sleep 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 family, 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 sleep.
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 family 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 blood 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 blood 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 blood, 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 blood 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 blood 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 kiddo."
"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 blood, 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
sleepy 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 sleep.
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 scraped 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 asleep. 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 draped 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.
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