Chapter 4

I’m late. The first day of school, and I’m already fucking up. My sneakers slap against the linoleum floor as I sprint down the empty hallway, the bell’s faint echo still lingering in my ears. I burst into the classroom, panting, and slink to the back, hoping no one notices me. The room is half-full, heads bent over desks, a low murmur of voices that sounds like it’s coming through water. I slide into my seat, trying to catch my breath, when a cold realization hits me I’m buck-ass naked. Not a stitch on me. My heart thumps, but no one looks up. No snickers, no stares. Just the teacher droning on at the front, her voice a distant hum. I hunch over, pretending to read my textbook, but the words swim and shift, refusing to stay still. It’s like trying to read through a kaleidoscope.

Something brushes against my leg, soft and warm. I glance down, and there’s Buffy, my old Golden Retriever, her fur gleaming even in the dim classroom light. My chest tightens with a weird mix of joy and ache I haven’t seen her in years, not since Dad took her after the split. She’s wagging her tail, those big brown eyes looking up at me like I’m her whole world. Then she noses closer, sniffing at my crotch, and I chuckle under my breath, reaching to nudge her away. But my hand freezes mid-air. It’s not Buffy anymore. It’s my teacher, her head between my legs, lips wrapped around my cock. The classroom’s empty now, just us, the desks and chairs swallowed by a hazy void. Her hair falls in a curtain, obscuring her face as she works me, slow and steady. I try to focus, to see her clearly, but it’s like looking through fog her features blur and slip away every time I think I’ve got them. My hands grip the edge of the desk, the muted slurping sounds barely reaching my ears, and I let my head fall back, lost in the sensation.

My eyes flutter open, groggy as hell, but the sensation hits me like a fucking freight train someone’s sucking on my dick. Hot, wet, and relentless, the feeling drags me out of the haze of sleep with a guttural moan. “Fuck yeah,” I groan, my voice rough with morning grit, “this is how every goddamn morning needs to start.” I think it’s Jess, and I mutter how fucking good it feels, my hips twitching up instinctively. The mouth on me responds instantly, sucking harder, the pressure building in my swollen cock like a volcano ready to erupt. My hands fist the sheets as she takes me deeper, farther down her throat than Jess ever has before. Slow, deliberate, each slide of her lips feels like she’s worshipping my dick, making love to it with her mouth in a way that’s got my toes curling and my breath hitching.

I’m half-lost in the bliss when I feel her lips press against the base of my cock, her nose brushing my pubes. Holy fucking shit she’s deep-throated the whole damn thing. My eyes snap wide open, sleep burned away by raw adrenaline, and I prop myself up on my elbows to get a good look. My heart damn near stops. It’s not Jess. It’s Mom. Her dark hair spills over my thighs, her eyes flicking up to meet mine, and she gives me a little smile best she can with my massive cock stretching her throat. There’s a glint in her gaze, something hungry and unapologetic, before she refocuses, her attention back on my dick like it’s her goddamn mission.

She pulls back slow, torturously slow, her lips dragging up every inch of my shaft until just the head is in her mouth, then she sinks back down, taking me root to tip in one smooth, mind-blowing motion. Up and down, over and fucking over, she creates this insane vacuum suction on the way up, like she’s trying to pull my soul out through my cock, then relaxes on the descent, letting me feel every inch of her warm, wet throat. I’m moaning loud now, no shame in it, my head thrown back against the pillow as waves of ecstasy crash over me. My hands itch to grab her head, to fuck her face raw, but I let her set the pace, let her own this moment. Her tongue swirls around me on every upstroke, teasing the sensitive underside of my cockhead, and I’m a fucking mess, panting and groaning like some desperate animal. My balls tighten, the pressure unbearable, and I know I’m not gonna last much longer under this kind of assault. Mom’s got me right on the edge, and I’m loving every filthy second of it.

I can feel the pressure building, a fucking tidal wave ready to crash, and I grit my teeth, my voice ragged as I warn, “Mom, I’m about to cum.” She doesn’t say a word, doesn’t even pause just picks up the pace, her head bobbing faster, her throat working me like she’s starving for it. Right as I’m about to fucking explode, she plunges all the way down, burying my cock to the hilt, her lips sealed tight around the base. Then she does something unreal her throat muscles start contracting, squeezing and milking my dick like a goddamn vice. I lose it. Jet after jet of hot, thick cum blasts out of me, shooting straight down her throat, and she doesn’t flinch. She just keeps gulping, swallowing every fucking drop like it’s her favorite drink, not letting a single bit escape. My hips jerk with each spurt, my hands fisting the sheets so hard I’m surprised they don’t tear, until I’m completely drained, every ounce of tension pouring out of me.

I slump back into the bed, utterly spent, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Mom eases up, sliding her mouth off my shaft with a slow, deliberate pull, then focuses just on the head of my cock, sucking gently, lapping up the last bits of cum like she’s savoring the taste. Her tongue flicks over the sensitive tip, sending little aftershocks through me, and I can’t do anything but lie there, panting like I’ve just run a marathon. My brain’s a fucking fog, and all I can manage is a stunned, breathless, “Wow.”

Just then, I hear a familiar voice from the doorway. “Ahh, I wanted to give you morning head,” Jess whines, poking her head into my room. I turn my head, still dazed, to see her standing there with a pout on her lips. “Promise me I can do it tomorrow.”

I consider it for a split second, the idea of waking up to Jess’s mouth on me damn tempting, but I shake my head. “No,” I say, my voice firm despite the post-orgasm haze. “I don’t trust you to not mount me while I’m too sleepy to stop you.”

Jess bursts into a giggle, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Damn you, how do you know my plans?” she teases, sticking her tongue out at me. I can’t help but chuckle, even as I’m still trying to get my bearings after Mom’s mind-blowing performance.

For the first time this morning, I really take in Mom and Jess’s appearance, my brain finally catching up with my eyes. Mom’s still kneeling between my legs, wearing nothing but a thin satin robe that she’s bunched up around her waist, leaving her completely topless. Her full, heavy breasts are on display, nipples hard as fucking diamonds, and the way the light catches her skin makes my still-throbbing cock twitch despite just unloading. Jess, standing in the doorway, is in nothing but a pair of skimpy panties, the kind that barely cover anything, her tight little body practically begging to be touched. It hits me like a brick how the hell did it take me so long to notice? The whole damn conversation, I’d tuned out the fact that they’re basically naked, like it’s just another Monday. My mind reels as I realize this could be an everyday fucking occurrence unless I do something to stop it. The question burns in my gut do I even want to stop it?

My spiraling thoughts are snapped back to reality by Jess’s voice cutting through. “Hey dummy, ya gonna answer me?” she asks, hands on her hips, a playful smirk on her lips.

I blink, shaking my head. “Oh, sorry, was zoned out.”

“Yeah, no shit,” she fires back with a laugh. “Was asking if one blowjob is enough before we head to school. Looks to me like you could use one more.”

I glance down, and fuck, she’s right. Despite the epic, soul-sucking blowjob from Mom just minutes ago, my cock is still hard as a goddamn rock, jutting out like it’s got a mind of its own. I check the time on my phone, the numbers glaring back at me. We can’t spend all morning in bed, no matter how much better that sounds than school. But the ache in my balls is real, and Jess’s eager eyes aren’t helping. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, standing up with a grin. “Tell you what,” I say, my voice low and teasing. “How about you blow me in the shower as we’re getting ready?”

Jess’s eyes light up like I just handed her the fucking lottery. “REALLY!” she squeals, and before I can even think about changing my mind, she’s yanking her panties down, letting them drop to the floor, and scurrying toward the bathroom, her bare ass bouncing as she goes. “Hurry up!” she calls over her shoulder, her voice dripping with excitement.

Watching her enthusiasm, a flicker of doubt creeps in did I just make a mistake? I turn to Mom, who’s now standing up from my bed, her robe back on but parted open, just barely covering her nipples. Fuck, she’s hot. Those curves, that shy little smile, the way her eyes linger on me like she’s still hungry it’s enough to make any man lose his damn mind. I step closer, my voice softening. “Thanks for the wonderful blowjob, Mom. That was “ incredible.”

She blushes slightly, her cheeks tinting pink, and looks down for a moment before meeting my gaze. “It was my pleasure, Chris,” she murmurs, her voice warm and a little husky. “I came in to wake you up, and “ well, I couldn’t help myself once I saw that morning wood.” She hesitates, then adds, “Do you want them in the future? I mean, wake-ups like this?”

I don’t even have to think about it. A slow, hungry smile spreads across my face as I nod. “Very much so,” I say, my voice thick with promise. The thought of starting every day with her lips wrapped around me is fucking intoxicating, and I’m not about to turn that down.

Jess’s voice echoes from the bathroom, sharp and impatient. “Hurry up, Chris! The water’s ready!” I linger for a moment, turning to Mom with a slow, deep kiss, my lips pressing hard against hers, tasting the lingering saltiness of myself on her tongue. “I love you,” I murmur against her mouth, my voice low and raw, before pulling back and heading toward the bathroom, my heart pounding with anticipation.

I step into the steamy stall next to Jess, the hot water cascading over her naked body, rivulets running down her smooth skin. She glances over her shoulder with a playful smirk, her wet hair plastered to her back. “Hey stud, you gonna wash my back?” she teases, her voice dripping with suggestion as she wiggles her hips just enough to draw my eye.

I take a second to admire the view fuck, she has a nice ass, round and firm, glistening under the water. But then my gaze catches on the faint bruising still lingering from the spanking I gave her yesterday, dark patches marring her pale skin. A pang of guilt twists in my chest, and I reach out, gently brushing my fingers over the mark. “Does it still hurt?” I ask, my tone softer than I mean it to be.

Jess glances back, her smirk widening. “A little tender to the touch, but it doesn’t hurt. You should kiss it better,” she purrs, her eyes glinting with mischief.

I don’t answer with words. Instead, I grab the body wash from the shelf, squeezing a generous amount into my hands, the cool gel slick against my palms. I start lathering her up, my hands gliding over her shoulders first, working the suds into her skin with firm, slow strokes. I move down her back, tracing the curve of her spine, then over her ass, kneading the flesh gently at first, mindful of the bruises, before my hands slip around to her front. As I start massaging her tits, cupping their weight in my palms, she lets out a soft moan, her body melting against mine. Her hands wrap around my neck, pulling me closer, and my cock already hard again gets trapped between the cheeks of her ass, the friction driving me nuts.

I spend way too much time there, making damn sure her boobs are squeaky clean, rolling her hard nipples between my fingers, feeling her shudder against me. Jess starts moving her ass up and down the length of my cock, grinding against me in a slow, teasing rhythm that’s got my breath hitching. My hands slide lower, tracing over her stomach, but I hesitate. Despite all the recent craziness, I don’t have much experience pleasuring a woman I’ve been on the receiving end way more than the giving. My fingers hover, unsure, until Jess senses my uncertainty. She grabs my hand, guiding it down between her thighs, showing me exactly where to touch, how to stroke her. “Right there,” she whispers, her voice breathy and desperate, and I follow her lead, rubbing her clit in tight circles, slipping a finger inside her wet heat. She’s already so fucking worked up that it doesn’t take long her body tenses, her moans growing louder, and then she’s climaxing, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she gasps and trembles against me.

“Fuck, I needed that,” Jess pants, her voice raw with satisfaction. She straightens up, turning to face me with a wicked grin. “Now let’s take care of you.” Before I can say a word, she’s dropping to her knees, the water streaming over her as she looks up at me with those hungry eyes. She grabs my cock, her hand slick with soap and water, and dives in, trying to deep throat me again. She only manages about half, her lips stretching wide around my girth, but fuck, the effort alone is hot as hell. The sound of her gagging, the way her throat tightens around me, combined with how ramped up I got fingering her it’s too much. I don’t last long at all. Pretty soon, I’m groaning, my hands gripping the tiled wall for support as I blast my second load of the day down her throat, the release hitting me like a fucking truck. Jess swallows as much as she can, her eyes watering but determined, and I’m left panting, the hot water pounding against my back as I come down from the high.