Title: Making The Grade
Keywords: mF, teen, mat, cheat, inc, mom, son
Author: Caesar
Summary: Wasting his football talent on the team slut, Gary is confronted by his parents.
 




There once was a plumber from Leigh,
Who was plumbing his maid by the sea,
        Said she, "Please stop plumbing,
        I think someone's coming!"
Said he, "Yes, love, I know that, it's me."

Making The Grade

by Caesar, copyright 2006

$Revision: 1.3 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

It started in my last year of high school - when my academic
achievement nearly ruined my athletic scholarship to a prestigious
university.

I came home late from another date with the team lay, Suzie.  She was
intoxicating - and who cares that she has had sex with nearly every
guy on the football time - she had real talent, could suck cock for an
hour!  Not that I would last anywheres near an hour - but she would
just swallow my stuff and then gently suck me back to hardness for
another go.  With blow jobs like that, it didn't matter that we didn't
fuck!

My parents were waiting for me when I got home that last date with
Suzie.  The coach had called, I would not be able to continue with the
team if my marks did not improve, and he wanted my parents help.

So I am a big guy, tall and very wide shouldered and heavy - but my
short overweight balding father screamed and caused me feel very
small.  How could I do this, mess up my whole life?  What could be
more important than being the first in our family to go to college?
Mother stood behind him, arms folded sternly and just glared at me.

"You talk to him Glenda - he won't listen to me!"  Dad stormed out of
my room and I heard my parents bedroom door slam so loudly it felt
like every wall in the house shook.

Mom gently closed my door and stood before it, arms again crossed over
her chest.  "Tell me honey, is it that girl you are seeing?"

The calmness of her voice seemed to surprise me as much as her correct
assumption.  I was addicted to Susie's mouth - I could not think of
anything else but that sucking machine hungrily drawing the sperm from
my balls.  I also quickly realized that I didn't want to stop seeing
Suzie - for the same reasons.  "No mom, I swear."

She just squinted at me and I knew there was no lieing to this woman -
there never was a way to get anything past her, she could always see
right through me.  So I turned my head away in shame - mom knew I was
ruining my scholarship chances on a girl.

"Tell me Gary - are you using protection?"  Her voice was firmer this
time, no nonsense.

I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks in embarrassment, mother and I
had never had any sort of sex talk in our lives.  "Ah mom, please!"

There was a minute long pause that was awkward as hell, when mom spoke
up in surprise, "If you are not having sex with that girl then what
could she possible have that would keep you away from your team and
studying?"  I told you she could aways read me.  At this point, I
wished I had banged Susie if only to prove to myself that mom could
not guess right - it was a waste of mental effort of course.

Then she hissed, "That little tramp is sucking you off isn't she
Gary?"  Her arms falling to her side, the fingers shaped into claws.

I turned to her in shock and surprise - was every guy tormented by a
mother that could read them so well?  "Mom!"

Mother calmed down slightly, but she looked and sounded suddenly very
tired.  "Well you wouldn't be ruining your life over a hand job would
you Gary?"

It wasn't a question I was willing to answer and again turned my head
away feeling humiliated.

Mom turned to leave, her hand actually on the doorknob when she froze.
I willed her to leave, to end this night.  But she just stood there
starring into the white closed door.

And then she turned.

I knew something had changed, some hurdle or decision made and a cold
chill ran down my spin.  When mother looked like that it normally
meant something drastic, some measure of determination that I knew not
to cross.

Stepping towards where I sat on the edge of the bed, mother reached
out and rolled her hand through my hair gently, like a caress.  "She
must be good?"  I could smell the scent of mother's personal soap
drifting from beneath the terrycloth white bathrobe she had on.  "And
when she is not sucking you off, she treats you like a god right -
listening to your every word?"

When my face again burned up with shame, it was not because we were
talking about my private affair with Suzie but that mother was right.
Suzie looked up at me with those big green eyes like I was a god - the
perfect listener - as if just being with me was food enough for her.

And do you want to know something?  Being the star of the football
team was great, the cheers of the crowd, my fathers pride and joy
right?  But then there came the hours of training that left me bruised
and exhausted - but wait, that's not all - then came the hours of
studying.  I was not gifted with a brain as I had been with a passing
arm, I had to really work at studying.  Suzie was the first thing that
made me feel important, like there was something more than bruises and
studying.

Hell, I think I'm in love with the girl.

Since I was looking everywhere but up into mother's face, she
carefully knelt down onto my hardwood floor directly before me.  It
was an odd position but I was in such a humiliated mood that I did not
give it another thought.

"Look at me honey... please?"

There was a strange quality in her voice, gentle rather than maternal.
I turned my face and looked her right in the eye - brown like the hair
on her head.

"I want you to know I love you okay?"  She said this so firmly, so
anxiously that it took me by surprise.  How did we end up here at this
point after mom putting down my girlfriend Suzie so viciously.

She seemed almost desperate for an answer, so I gave it, "I love you
too mom."

Her face visibly softened and a soft smile appeared.

Then mother's hands moved from my knee up past my thighs to my crotch
and she began to fumble with my zipper.  It took me up until that
point to realize what she was doing, my mind confused and suddenly
scared.  Before I could get a word out my jeans were opened and mother
quickly drew my soft penis out to the air.

"Mom... what...?"

Then she leaned forwards and took my soft penis into her mouth.

You could have ripped the roof off the house and I would not have
noticed.

Fully submerged within my mother's mouth, I felt her thick warm wet
tongue teasing the sensitive head of my cock.

Good god that felt good!

"... stop it mom... please...!"

She didn't - if anything she sucked harder, her tongue working in
tandem so that the effect was delightful.  Suzie would do this for me
- but this was different this was my mom!

My cock began to harden and I noticed that mother began to move her
head, her lips moving up and down slowly along the veined surface of
my shaft.  Only an hour ago Suzie had sucked me off, her form of a
good night kiss - would mother realize that my girlfriends saliva was
coating the flesh of my penis?  Why the hell was she doing this?

Oh god!  "Mom... what about dad ... mom?"  I could not help it, my
back was arching and my hips began to thrust gently back and forth.
It felt so fucking good.

Mother grasped the base of my hard cock in her fist while her mouth
came off the slippery head of my dick - her chin was dripping with
saliva and her eyes looked wild and feverish.  "If you don't make too
much noise, your father will never know."  She returned to the dick
pointed right at her nose.

Up and down, the back of my mothers head moved to a strange sort of
erotic rhythm.  Oddly this was better than Suzie's technique - and the
only thing I could put my finger on that was exceptional, was that mom
loved me while Suzie only worshipped the lead player of the football
team.

I could feel the sperm boiling in my balls, my desire mounting towards
that familiar summit - but this was better, I would shoot a load into
mom's mouth.  It was so fucking incredible!

Then mom stopped sucking and again grasped my cock firmly.  "Are you
enjoying this honey?"  She looked a little wild.

Are you fucking kidding me!  "Please don't... don't stop okay mom...!"
There was a pleading note to my voice.

She smiled to herself, "Tell me you want mommy to suck you off honey?"
There was an odd twinkle in her eye that I've never seen before.

Please just shut up and finish what you started mom!  "Don't stop
mom... please!"

She nodded and frowned, "Tell mommy what she wants to hear Gary?"

If she wants it, "Suck my cock mom - just don't stop!"

The smile returned and our eyes caught and held for several pregnant
seconds before she returned to her work.  My cock was being handled by
a master of technique and desire.

Two times Suzie had sucked me off tonight and it was magnificent - but
my dick felt like I hadn't orgasmed in days.  It was so fucking great!

I felt the jerking of the muscles beneath my shaft, felt the
tightening of my balls - the inevitable was coming.  Mother felt it as
well, her lips seeming to clamp around my shaft so that nothing could
escape - her tongue was going wild and her sucking had renewed so that
I feared the head of my dick would explode and be devoured by my own
parent.

Then my body froze a brief second before every muscle in my body
tightened and strained - mother shoved my dick as far into her mouth
as possible and held me there, sucking possessively.

The jerking of my cock told the obvious tale - of the sperm shooting
out in great blasts and into the back of my mothers throat.  I could
hear loud gulps from her as she attempted to swallow my flood.  How
much could I have, it was my third orgasm today?

Then it was over and I had just face-fucked my own mother.  She sat
back on her heels and smiled triumphantly up at me.  Her lips and chin
were coated with saliva and I thought that a corner of her mouth had a
drop of my sperm.

What the hell just happened?

"Did I do okay honey?"

What an odd question.  And mother looked positively sheepish while
also anxious for the answer.  What else could I say but the truth, "It
was great mom.  Really!"

"As good as Suzie?"

I did not even know that she knew my girlfriends name, always calling
her 'that girl'.  Again nothing less than the truth, "Better mom.  I
loved it."

She smiled as a form of 'thank you', "I love you Gary - you know that
don't you?"

I did and nodded, still trying to catch my breath.  Why didn't she
wipe off that drop of sperm on her lip?

"I want you to give up that girl and start studying again.  In return
mommy will do this for you any time you want.  Okay honey?"  Her eyes
again held that twinkle that I had seen earlier - her impatience
obvious.

I could not help but notice my soft saliva and sperm coated member
hanging lazily from my jeans.  Mom saw my look and stole a glance at
my exhausted cock as well.  "I want to do this for you honey, so that
you achieve more in life than your father or I ever dared hoped for in
ours.  But your father would not understand and if this is what you
want, this has to be our secret okay?"

Now there was plenty to consider but I saw mothers stress raise as my
silence lengthened.  Suzie was really just the team-slut nothing else
- if not me, then one of the other guys.  And what mother and father
had said was true, I had a good chance to loose out on being the star
athlete not only for university but also in high school.

Mother really did not understand what she was getting into - I'm a
teenage guy with plenty of stamina and energy due to working out so
much, I get hard in a slight breeze let alone if a nice ass passes me
by.  She had said 'any time', but did she mean once, twice and maybe
three times per day?  Hell, mom will spend more time sucking my cock
than making meals in our home if I agree to this.

Then I saw her eyes well up with tears.  Real tears - something I had
never seen from my mother before.

It all suddenly hit me - that she and father had not been mad only at
me for spending time with Suzie rather than studying, but I had been
neglecting them!  They had invested a lot in my future - had coddled
and pampered me towards this goal that they had set.  I was not just
failing myself, but I was also failing them.  So mothers extreme act
was both for her as well as I.  She chose to suck me off, and offer to
do it indefinitely, because she needed me to succeed as much as I
needed it.

And yes, I did need it.  It was all obvious now.  Suzie was a great
toy to play with but could I really have spend my life with her?
That's what would have happened if we had gone past blow jobs and I
had gotten her pregnant - and without a solid education behind me, I
would be selling shoes or carpets somewheres.

I had to do two things in my life right now - I had to throw the
football better than anyone else and I had to do well in my classes.
There was space in it for Suzie.

There was only mom willing to sacrifice so that I could work at my two
tasks to achieve all our goals.

My hand rose and my finger wiped up the drop of sperm that had slid
down her chin from her lip.  Mother watched me as I scooped it up,
"Open wide mother."

The twinkle was returning, having dimmed with her tears, and mother
opened her mouth enough for me to slip my finger past her lips.  She
had such attractive full red lips.  Then my finger was sucked and
licked clean with a hunger that rather turned me on.  I pulled the
finger, wet with saliva but without a trace of my ejaculate, from her
lips with a small pop from the suction.

Then mother's lips broadened into a smile while her eyes twinkled and
pleasure.  I felt myself smiling back at her and I knew without a
doubt that a deal had been set.

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