Dad can’t go camping so a son and mother go by themselves.  After a near drowning Danny had to take care of his mother… In more ways than one.

F/m, inc


	“But you promised,” I heard my mom say.
	“I know I did but I don’t have any choice,” my father replied.  “Corporate changed the schedule and we’re running all of the updates tomorrow.  So I’m going to be stuck at the office on Saturday too.  There’s nothing I can do about it.”
	I stood outside the kitchen listening to them argue.  Again.  This time it was because we were supposed to go camping this weekend and now dad had to work.  I should have known this was coming.  It seemed like every time we planned a family thing dad’s work screwed it up.
	“Jesus, Tony, this is the fifth or sixth time we’ve had to put something off.  It’s not fair to Danny,” mom said.
	“What do you want me to do, Karen?” Dad yelled. “Do you want me to quit my job?  In case you didn’t notice, I’m the only one working right now and we have a hell of a lot of bills to pay.”
	“Oh?  So it’s all my fault?” Mom snapped back.  “As usual, you can’t take any damn responsibility so it, somehow, becomes about me.”
	“Dammit, Karen, that’s not what I meant,” dad said.  I heard him sigh.  “I’m sorry; I’m just stressed out is all.  I was really looking forward to this.”
	“Well, maybe Danny and I can go by ourselves,” mom said, giving me my first ray of hope.
	“You hate camping.  We have to hike a good five miles up to the good spot,” dad said.  I wished he’d shut up.  I wanted to go so bad.
	“I know, but we promised him and we owe it to him,” she said.
	I waited, holding my breath.  Dad could still screw it up by saying he didn’t think it was a good idea.
	“Okay.  But you two need to be extra careful,” dad finally said.
	I pumped my fist in the air.  Yes!  We were going.  It didn’t matter that it was just me and mom.  All that mattered was we were going.
	“I’ll go talk to him and let him what I expect out of him,” dad said.
	I bolted down the hall and into my room, not wanting him to catch me eavesdropping.  I ran into my room and sat down in front of my computer.  After a minute my dad knocked on the doorframe.
	“Danny, can I talk to you?” He asked.
	“Sure,” I said.
	“I can’t go camping with you this weekend,” he said.  “I know I promised but work screwed things up on me.”
	“Oh,” I said, looking down at the floor and pretending to be disappointed.
	“But you and your mom are still going to go,” he said.
	“Really?” I asked, not having to pretend at all that I was excited.
	“Yes, but you have to make me a promise.  I know you’re only fifteen but I’m trusting you to take care of your mother this weekend.  You’ve been camping a lot more than her, so she is your responsibility.  Understood?”
	I nodded and said, “Yes, sir. Nothing will happen to her on my wacth.”
	He grinned at me and said, “That’s my boy.  Get everything ready tonight and we’ll make sure you have everything you need.”
	That night we got all of our camping gear out and got it all packed.  We loaded up mom’s SUV and made sure everything was ready.  I never thought I was going to get to sleep and when I finally did it seemed like I was only asleep for a few minutes when the alarm went off.
	I got up and rushed through my shower and getting ready.  I practically had to drag mom out of bed and get her ready.  After forever and a day, we were finally on the road.
	The drive up to the mountains took a couple of hours but that was okay.  I wasn’t stuck at home anymore.  That was all that mattered.  We got to the parking lot and got everything out of the back of the SUV.
	I went over everything twice, just like my dad had told me to do.  It was all there and looked good.
	We started our hike heading for a section of the mountain dad I loved to camp at.  It had a little overhang and you could see out across the valley.  It was really cool in the morning watching the sun come up across the forest down in the valley below.
	We had been hiking fro about two hours when Mom asked, “Honey, can we slow down a little?”
	I looked back down the trail and she was leaning against a tree, breathing heavily. 
	“Sorry, Mom.  I just want to get there so bad,” I said.
	She smiled at me and said, “It’s okay, honey.  We’ll get there. I just want to be alive to enjoy it.”
	“Okay, Mom.  I’ll try to take it easier.”
	We continued on and I worked hard to keep the pace slow enough for her.  Mom wasn’t out of shape or anything.  She had her yoga class every day but hiking was not yoga.  Especially hiking up a mountain with a backpack full of stuff on you.  
	The sun was slipping to the west fast and we weren’t making the time we should have been making.  It didn’t help that the wind had come up out of nowhere and it was batting at us.
	We made it to the fallen log just as the sun was touching the horizon.  The fallen log crossed over a pretty quick moving creek.  The creek was pretty deep and a pain to try and cross anywhere but the fallen log.
	This summer had been really hot and a lot more of the snow pack had melted than ever before.  The creek looked more like a river, the water was higher up on the banks that I had ever seen it before.
	I climbed up on the log and started to cross.  I was halfway across when a gust of wind hit me and I had to bend down and grab on for dear life.  
	“Danny!” Mom yelled behind me.
	“It’s okay.  I’m alright,” I said, regaining my balance.
	I quickly made it the rest of the way across.  I turned and waved at my mom.  “See!  Nothing to it.”
	She shook her head and got up onto the log.  She was at about the middle when the wind came up again.  She tried to bend down and grab the log, like I had, but it was too late.  She overbalanced and slipped off the log and into the creek.
	This section of the creek was several feet deep and, with her pack, she was completely submerged.  I yanked off my pack and splashed into the creek, yelling for her.
	She spluttered to the surface a couple of feet farther down.  She tried to get to the bank but the weight of her pack pulled her back under.  I ran down the bank yelling for her.
	She surfaced again without her pack and managed to make her way to the bank.  I ran over to her and helped her out of the water.  She was coughing and shivering from the water.
	“Mom? Are you okay?” I asked.
	“I lost my pack,” she said.
	“That’s okay,” I said.  “All that matters is you’re okay.”
	She managed a small smile for me.  “I’m so cold.”
	The wind had picked up again and where I had gotten my clothes wet from the creek it felt ice was being pressed against my skin.  I could only imagine how cold Mom was after being completely soaked.
	“Come on,” I said, helping her up.  “We’ll get camp set up and I’ll get a fire going.”
	We went back over and I picked up my pack.  We stumbled into the woods as it got darker.  It was almost too dark to see when we came a cross a clearing big enough for the tent and a good size fire.
	Mom sat down and I shrugged out of my pack.  I pulled the tent off and started to set it up.  The wind fought me but I managed to get the tent up.  I was gathering some wood for a fire when the first drops of rain hit me.
	I glared up at the sky when it hit me.  We hadn’t checked the weather before we left.  One little mistake was all it took to get someone killed.  Dad had drilled that into me since I was a kid.  Well, we’d gone and made that mistake.
	As the rain started to pour down, I dropped the branches I had gathered and ran back over to the tent.  Mom was still sitting by the opening of the tent and her shivering had gotten worse.
	“Mom, you need to change you clothes.  You need to get into dry clothes,” I said.
	“Baby, my clothes were all in my pack,” she said through chattering teeth.
	Crap.  I hadn’t thought about that.  All of her clothes, her sleeping bag; everything was running down the creek somewhere.  I had to get her dried off and warm or she could get hypothermia and die.
	“Mom, get in the tent and take off your clothes.  Get into my sleeping bag and I’ll get in with you,” I said.
	“But I’ll be naked,” she said.
	“We have to share body heat or you could die.  Please, hurry,” I said.
	She got into the tent and after a minute she said, “Okay, I’m in.”
	I got out of the pouring rain and shucked off my clothes.  I slid into the sleeping bag beside her.  She was lying on her side with her back to me so I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my chest against her back.  She was so cold it was like lying next to an ice cube.
	I lay there with her, feeling her body bleed the heat from mine and listening to the rain pound on the tent.  I hoped she was going to be okay.  I hoped I’d gotten her into the tent in time.  
	Tears started to run down my cheeks as I got more and more scared.  What if she died?  It would be all my fault.  I lay there with her, each second taking forever to tick past. I prayed and prayed she’d be okay.
	After a while her shivering subsided.  A little later her body stopped feeling like an ice cube and started to feel normal again.
	“Thank you, baby,” she said.  “You did real good.”
	I sighed and a ton of bricks seemed to fall off of my shoulders. I knew she was going to be okay.
	“I’m proud of you, honey,” she said.  “You didn’t panic or anything.  You just took care of business.”
	I felt my chest swell with pride.
	“Well, I should have checked the weather before we left,” I admitted to her.  “We wouldn’t have come if I’d known it was going to rain like this.”
	“Honey, it’s not your fault.  Your dad and I didn’t check it either,” she said.
	“That’s true,” I said.  “So it’s all our faults.”
	“Except for the part where I feel in the creek.  That’s all mine,” she said.
	“I was really scared when you didn’t come up at first,” I told her.  “I did panic for a second then.”
	“Well, it didn’t show and you did great job, honey,” she said, reaching back and patting my hip.
	My bare hip.  It was then that, for the first time, I realized I was naked and pressed up against my mom.  Her skin was no longer icy cold and had started to feel warm against mine. I realized her bare ass was pressed against me and my cock had been resting between her ass cheeks this whole time.
	My heart started to race and I felt my cock twitch and start to harden.  I tried to pull back a little from her, but my sleeping bag was only meant for one person and there was nowhere to go.
	My cock was rock hard and pressed tight into her ass cheeks.  I didn’t know what to do so I lay there, hoping she wouldn’t notice.
	“Honey, is that your thingy?” She asked.
	“Oh God, Mom, I’m so sorry,” I said, almost in tears from the embarrassment.  “I tried to stop it but I couldn’t help myself.
	“Shh,” she said.  “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re a growing boy and that’s going to happen a lot, whether you want it to or not.”
	“Well, it’s not supposed to happen right now,” I mumbled.
	“I’d be more worried if it didn’t happen.”
	“Yeah, but you’re my mom.  It’s not supposed to happen with you,” I said.
	“Oh?  So I’m not pretty enough?  Or is it because I’m so old?”
	“Mom!  That’s not it.  You’re really pretty and you’re not old at all,” I said.
	“I’m just teasing you, sweetie,” she said, reaching back to pat my hip.
	When she moved, her ass pressed tighter against my cock the head of it rubbed between her ass cheeks, making me let out an involuntary moan.
	She didn’t say anything, but I was sure she heard me.  She tried to adjust herself away a little and all that did was rub me more between her ass cheeks.  I felt my precum dribble out onto her.
	She sighed and said, “Honey, we’re going to have to do something about this or neither of us is going to sleep.”
	“I left my pack outside.  I could go out and get it and put on some clothes,” I said.
	We both lay there listening to the hammering of the rain. 
	“No, I don’t want you to get wet and cold,” she said.  “Maybe if I turn over we’ll still have our body heat but we won’t be so close.”
	“Okay,” I said.
	She twisted onto her back and tried to turn.  Her hip rubbed against my cock making my body shiver.  As she turned some more her hand came down on my cock.  It rested there for a second before she could get all of the way over and face me.  
	When she finally pulled her hand away, it was all I could do to not grab it and put it back on my cock.  Little tingles of pleasure ran all through my body from her touch.
	“Sorry about that, sweetie,” she mumbled, clearly embarrassed.
	“It’s okay,” I said, my voice shaking.  “It’s kind of tight in here.”
	Now that we were lying facing each other, I thought for a second things were going to calm down.  That was until my cock rubbed her stomach.  Her skin was nice and warm now and as the head of my cock brushed it, I felt like my body was on fire.
	“Maybe you’re the one that should have turned over,” she said, laughing.
	Her laugh made her stomach move and rub against my cock.
	“Yeah, okay,” I said, surprised at how disappointed I felt.  I was rubbing my cock against my own mom and liking it.  
	I tried to turn but wound up banging into her with my hip.  I just couldn’t get turned over.  I wasn’t sure if it was because it was a tight fit under the sleeping bag or because I just didn’t want to turn away from her.
	After a minute she stopped me and said, “Well, that’s not to work so let’s try something else.  I’ll lie on my back and you slide across me.  When you get across me you’ll be able to slide off and onto your other side. Then, I’ll turn over and we’ll be okay.  How’s that?”
	I managed to squeak out an okay somehow.  I was about to be lying naked on top of my mom.  My cock was hurting it was so hard from all of this.
	She managed to get on her back again without too much trouble.  I was my turn.  I lay against her, my hard cock pressed against her hip.  I put my leg over her and she spread her legs a little so my leg was between hers.
	I scooted over her and got my other leg between hers.  I reached over her to pull myself by her but I slipped a little and wound up grinding against her.  My cock pressed against something very warm and wet.  
	She let out a moan and I froze.  I had just ground my cock against my mother’s pussy.  I lay there for a second not wanting to move.  Her pussy felt so good against me cock.
	I shifted position a little which only made me grind against her again, which was exactly what I wanted to do.
	She whimpered, reached up and grabbed my hips.
	“Danny, stop,” she said, her voice as shaking.
	Realizing what I’d been doing I felt my face flush.  It hadn’t mattered that she was my mother.  Nothing had mattered but feeling myself against her.
	“Honey, just scoot down a little and stay here for a second, okay?” She asked.  
	“Okay,” I whispered.  I bent my knees a little and scooted down in the sleeping bag, taking my cock completely off of her body.  I was both glad to be off of her and disappointed too.  
	I heard her breathing slow a little and finally she let out a breath.  “Sorry, honey, you hit a really sensitive spot and it was a little more than I could take.”
	“I’m sorry,” I said.
	“It’s okay, honey, you didn’t know,” she said.  “That part of a woman is very sensitive is all.”
	“Did I hurt you?” I asked.
	“Oh no, not at all,” she said quickly.  “It’s just… Has your father ever talked to you about girls?”
	I was glad it was dark in the tent because my face was burning it was so red.  “A little,” I said.
	“Boy is this the wrong time for this conversation,” she said, laughing.  “I’m going to tell you some stuff about girls, okay? I have to use some words that a little vulgar but I want you to understand, okay?”
	Here I was, poised over my naked mother’s body and she was about to have a sex talk with me.  I now understood what my dad said when he said something was surreal.
	“Okay,” I said.
	“Well, where you rubbed against me is my clitoris,” she said.  “It’s a very sensitive spot for a woman and makes us feel good when it’s touched by a man.  It’s like the head of your penis.  When something touches it, it makes you feel very good.”
	My cock, that had been starting to relax, surged back erect.  I’d rubbed my mom’s clit with my cock.  I wanted to run and hide and I wanted to do it again all at the same time.
	“Can I ask you something?” I asked.
	“Anything, sweetie.”
	“Well, when I bumped you, you were wet.  I thought that only happened when girls were excited,” I said.
	She lay there for a minute and I wondered if she was going to answer.
	“Well, it’s like you, honey.  You were pressed up against me and your body reacted to it.  My body had the same reaction,” she explained.
	I had made my mom wet.  There was something so erotic about it.  Sure it had been just us being so close but it was such an overwhelming feeling, knowing I’d turned her on.
	“Now,” she said.  “Let’s try to get you over here and get some sleep.  I’ll try to help.”
	She reached up and grabbed my hips to guide me.  I stayed there for a second, not wanting to move.  I wanted to feel her against me again.  It was wrong but I didn’t care anymore.
	I shifted position and pressed the head of my cock back against her clit. She let out a little gasp as I slid against her.  After rubbing against her a couple of times and hearing her moan through clenched teeth, I felt her hand on my hips pulling me up and down instead of pressing me away.
	I slid my cock lower until my cock was between her legs.  I pressed the head against her wet pussy.  I eased the tip of my cock into my mom’s warm pussy.
	“Danny, no,” she whispered.
	I pushed it a little more into her.  Her pussy lips slid against the head of my cock, making me shiver and want more.
	“Oh God, what am I doing?” she asked as she pressed herself against me, sliding my cock more into her.
	I slid my cock all of the way into her.  She gasped loudly and her nails bit into my hips.  I pulled out a little and pushed back in.  She wrapped her legs around me and pressed her heels against my ass. 
	I slid my hand up and found her breast.  I groped and squeezed at it.  I felt her nipple harden against my palm.  I bent down and sucked it into my mouth.
	“Yes, baby, suck it hard,” she moaned.
	I sucked and bit at her nipple, feeling her body shuddering under me.  
	“Fuck me, baby.  Fuck your mother,” she growled in my ear.
	The dirty way she spoke sent shivers down my spine.  I’d watched some pornos where the girls did that and I’d really liked it but to hear it from my own mother’s mouth turned me on even more.
	I pumped my cock in and out of her.  I ground it deep inside her, listening to her breathing quicken.
	“Do you like my cock in you?” I asked her.
	She purred and said, “Yes, baby, I love it.  You cock is so fucking big.  Fuck me hard with it.”
	I shoved my cock deep into her.  I fucked her wet pussy harder, ramming myself as deep into as I could go.  She grabbed my hair and pulled my face down to her.  I felt her lips mash against mine and her tongue shove its way into my mouth.
	I kissed her back.  Our tongue sliding all over each outer as out bodies ground together.  She broke the kiss and arched her back, pressing herself tight against me.  She wrapped her arms around me as I fucked her faster.
	“Like that,” she gasped. “Like that.  Fuck me.  Make me cum.”
	Her words set of an explosion in my body.  I thrust into her deep and she cried out.  My cock throbbed and everything went white as I came in her.  My cock pulsed and cum pumped out of me and into my mother’s pussy.  With each thrust of mine she met me with one of hers.  My cock throbbed as her pussy squeezed against the last of my cum out of me.
	As the last of our passion faded, we lay there, shaking, gasping for air from our exertions.
	As my cock relaxed I pulled out of her.  She turned on her side and I lay with my cock pressed back between her ass cheeks.  We lay there for a long time, not talking, just enjoying the afterglow of our love.




	I don’t know when I fell asleep but I woke to the sun beating down on the tent.  I reached over but my mother must have already gotten up.  I climbed out of the sleeping back and found some of my clothes waiting for me.  I dressed and climbed out of the tent.
	My mother was in her clothes from yesterday and sitting next to a big fire.  He clothes still looked a little wet but it was all she had until we went back home.
	She looked up when I got out of the tent and quickly looked away.  My heart stopped.  I could see the blush on her cheeks from here.  She was embarrassed about last night.
	I didn’t know what to do or say.  Last night had been so special to me and I wanted to tell her that but the look on her face made me think twice about that.
	I went over and had breakfast with her.  We ate in silence. A silence that pressed down on both of us.
	When breakfast was over, I packed up the tent and everything and got ready.  	“We should head home,” she said.
	She was right.  She’d lost hear gear and we didn’t know if the weather from last night would be back.  I didn’t want to though.  I wanted to stay out here with her.  I wanted to be with her again.  I couldn’t see her as my mother anymore.  All I saw when I looked at her was the woman, filled with passion, that I had been with last night.
	Finally, I nodded my head and said, “Yeah. I guess we should go.”
	The trip down was much quicker and, before too long, we made it home.  Mom called Dad as soon as we got in to let him know we were home.  I heard her tell him we cut the trip short because she fell in the creek.  
	I headed to my room and unpacked all of my things.  I took a shower and went into my room to play on the Internet.
	After a while my mother came to my door and said, “Your father’s going to be late tonight.  The update went wrong and they’re trying to figure out how to fix it.”
	I looked at her and just nodded.
	She stood there for a moment looking in at me.  I thought she was going to leave but she came in and sat on my bed.  I turned away from my computer and looked at her.
	“Danny, we need to talk,” she said, looking at the floor.
	The moment I had been dreading had finally arrived.
	“What happened last night should never have happened,” she said.  “I never should have done that to you.”
	“Why?” I asked. 
	“Danny!” She snapped.  “I’m your mother!  There are things a mother and son shouldn’t do and that tops the list.”
	“But we can’t pretend it didn’t happen,” I said.  “It did and we both enjoyed it.  It was special and means a lot to me.”
	“Danny, it was a mistake,” she said.  “I lost control and should have stopped you but I didn’t.  That’s the last of it.”
	She stood and started towards the door.  I jumped out of my chair and grabbed her arm, stopping her.
	“Why did you lose control?” I asked.  “Tell me why.”
	“Danny, no,” she pleaded, trying to pull away
	“Tell me,” I demanded, not letting her go.
	She stared at the ground for a minute before saying, “Danny, it’s complicated and I shouldn’t say these kinds of things to you.”
	“Mom, I want to know,” I said.  “I’m asking you. I want to understand.”
	She stood there for a moment and then walked back over to my bed.  I sat down with her and wanted to put my arm around her shoulder but didn’t.  I’d managed to get her this far, I didn’t want to scare her off.
	“Danny, I don’t have a lot of friends,” she said.  “Just a few girlfriends but we don’t really hang out much.  Your dad and you are my life.  But your dad and I… We’ve been fighting a lot lately.  And, because of the fights, we’ve haven’t been intimate in a while.”
	I took a risk and took her hand in mine.  She gave my hand a squeeze before continuing.
	“Last night, when I fell in the creek, I thought I was going to die.  I was so scared and I didn’t know what to do.  But you weren’t scared.  You knew all the right things to do.  You made me feel safe and secure and that’s a feeling I haven’t felt for a long time.”
	“I was pretty scared too,” I said.
	“I know,” she said.  “But you still did all the right things.  And then, when we were laying there and I felt your body against mine, keeping me warm, it made me feel good.”
	She took a deep breath and let it out.  “Then, when I felt you get hard, I got really excited.  I was so ashamed of myself.  I was glad you couldn’t see how embarrassed I was.”
	“I was pretty embarrassed right then too, remember?” I asked.
	She gave a short laugh.  “Yeah, it’s a little harder for you to hide when you’re excited.”
	I gave a littler laugh of my own.  “Can I tell you something?” I asked.
	“Of course,” she said.
	“When you had me climb over you, I made it intentionally difficult so I could rub against you.”
	She looked at me for a minute before saying, “I did the same thing.”
	I felt my jaw hang open.  She’d wanted me to touch her as bad as I had wanted to touch her.  I felt my cock stirring in my shorts.
	“Like I said, it’s been so long since your father and I were together, I just couldn’t control myself,” she said.
	“So did I do okay?’ I asked.
	She let out a deep laugh, the first real laugh I’d heard all day.
	“You men are all the same,” she said.  “Yes, dear, you did good.  Very good.”
	I grinned at her and puffed out my chest.
	She laughed again and said, “I was surprised at how good since I was sure you were still a virgin.”
	I looked down at the floor and felt my face turn red. 
	“I was.  You were my first,” I whispered.
	We sat together for a while, me staring down at the floor in embarrassment.  I felt her fingers touch my cheek and make me look at her.
	“That was really your first time?” She asked.
	I could only nod.  She smiled at me and said, “Honey, you were great for a first timer.  Better than some old timers, in fact.”
	Wow.  Talk about the thing every guy wants to hear.  Only I was hearing from my own mother.  
	We sat leaning against each other on my bed when a thought occurred to me.
	“Mom, when you’re with Dad, do you talk like you did last night?” I asked.
	She turned bright red and looked away.  “No, he doesn’t like that kind of talk.”
	“Why?” I asked.  “It made it even better!”
	She shook her head and said, “I haven’t acted like that since before I met your father.”
	“He’s really missing out on something,” I said.
	She gave me a smile that lit up my room and patted me on the thigh.  “Thank you, baby.”
	Her hand lingered on my thigh.  My cock had risen fully erect and pressed tight against my shorts.
	“So what else is he missing out on?” I asked.
	She laughed and said, “It’s one of the things that have always surprised me about him.  He doesn’t like getting a blow job.”
	My cock twitched at the thought of my mother giving a blow job.
	“Why not?” I asked.
	“He thinks it’s gross, putting his cock where he kisses me,” she said, her hand sliding higher up on my thigh.
	I gulped and said, “I’m not an expert or anything, but the guys on the Internet seem to really like it.”
	She laughed and said, “Surfing for porn, huh?  You’re a naughty boy.”
	I just shrugged. I wanted to say or do more but her hand and my hard cock were preventing me from thinking straight.
	“It’s really good,” she said.  “Some women don’t like to do it because they think it’s demeaning. I liked it because it was all about power over the man.  I had the power to make him cum or to not make him cum.  He was my play toy.”
	“Wow.  That sounds amazing,” I whispered.
	She looked at me fore a moment with a strange look on her face.  I stared at her, not realizing until then just how pretty she was.  I’d noticed I liked blondes when I surfed the Net and I think it was from the mane of blond hair that hung down to he shoulders.
	I also had a thing for blue eyes and, staring into her ocean blue eyes, I could see where that desire came from.
	She took her hand off of my thigh and slid onto the floor.  On her hands and knees in front of me she spread my legs.  I felt my eyes go wide and my jaw drop.  Was she really going to?
	She reached up and unbuttoned my shorts.  She slid the zipper down and tugged at them.  I lifted up long enough for her to pull them off.  She eyed my hard cock through my underwear.  She hooked her fingers under my waistband and tugged down my underwear.
	My mother knelt in front of me, with my naked cock inches from her face.  She reached out and took it in her hand.  I jumped a little as she gripped me and stroked it.  She slid her hand up and down a couple of times before leaning towards me.
	She stopped with the tip just and inch from her mouth.
	“Tell me what you want, baby,” she whispered.
	I felt her breath against the head of my cock and shivered.
	“I want you to suck my cock, Mom,” I said.
	She grinned at me and, with her eyes locked on mine, slid my cock into her mouth.  I groaned and she slid up and down the shaft, her eyes never leaving mine.  I sat there, watching my mother slide my cock in and out of her mouth.
	She took my cock out of her mouth and slid her tongue down the shaft.  She licked her way back up the shaft and onto the head.  Her tongue poked at the tip of my cock before she looked back up at me and asked, “Want more?”
	“Oh God, yes,” I said.
	She flicked her tongue along my cock and asked, “Do you want to cum in my mouth?”
	“Yes,” I gasped.  “I want you to taste me. I want you to swallow every drop of my cum.”
	She grinned at me and took my cock back into her mouth.  She gripped the base of my cock and bobbed her head up and down on my cock.  I grabbed her hair and let out a cry of pleasure as she suck me.
	She bobbed her head faster and slid her hand up and down on the base of my cock while I gripped her hair.  I could feel myself getting ready to cum.
	“I’m going to cum,” I said.  My cock throbbed and the first load of my cum shot into my mother’s mouth.
	I screamed with pleasure as she sucked my cock.  Load after load shot out of my cock and she swallowed all of it.  She worked up and down my cock and milked every drop she could from me.
	Finally, completely spent, I collapsed back on the bed.  I could just lift my head up to watch her bob up and down on my cock a couple of more times.  She slid me out of her mouth and looked up at me.
	With her eyes again on mine, she licked my cock, feeling me shudder under her touch.  She stood over me, looking down at me with a huge grin.
	“So how was your first blow job?” She asked.
	I lay there panting and could barely manage a thumbs up.
	She laughed and said, “Well, get dressed and we’ll have some lunch.”
	She walked towards my door and stopped just inside of it.  Looking back over her shoulder at me, she said, “We have to keep your strength up for all of the exercise you’re going to be getting.”
	
