Chapter 3

3 months later...

“ooooohhhh, that’s it sweetie, but don’t JUST lick the clit, remember to keep working your fingers.” Mom instructed. I still had trouble maintaining a good rhythm with my fingers while I was focusing on what I was doing with my mouth.

My mom was laying on my bed with her legs hanging off the edge, spread apart. She was propped up on her elbows looking down towards me. She was wearing a sundress that was pushed up to her stomach, with no panties underneath.

I was kneeling on the floor with my face in her crotch. I had already made her cum once, so her juices covered my lips, cheeks and chin. My mouth was on her clit where I switched between licking and sucking it. I had my right hand coming up from underneath my chin, three fingers inside her pussy as far as they could go. Her wetness running down my forearm.

“Oh God yes baby I’m going to cum again!” She reached down with both hands and grabbed my head, pulling my hair. Her head fell down to the mattress. She closed her eyes, and bit her bottom lip to avoid screaming. “MMMM!” She let out through her clenched teeth.

My mom didn’t ‘squirt’ or anything like that when I made her cum, but she did have sort of a ‘gushing’ of juice that covered my face, hand and arm. There was always a very wet spot on the bed when she was done. She tapped me on the head to let me know that she was finished and to stop.

“That was great Adam, thank you”, she said warmly, “now I want to take care of you again.”

It was only 1pm and this was already going to be my third blow job of the day, but I wasn’t complaining. She sat up on my bed and motioned for me to stand up. I did. I was wearing basketball shorts, she hooked her fingers over the elastic waist band of both my shorts and boxers, and pulled them both down to my knees. My cock sprang up and pointed as her face. I was already rock hard from eating my mom’s pussy for the last half hour, so I knew I wasn’t going to last long in her mouth.

She grabbed the sides of my hips and I grabbed the back of her head, and we pulled each other forward. She opened her mouth and I just slid in. I pushed my dick all the way to the back of her throat and held her there for a second. I was looking down at her, and she was looking up at me, we stared into each other’s eyes. I pulled her head back a fraction of an inch, and then pushed it back down, I made her do these little bobs for a bit, I liked the feeling of the tip of my dick hitting the back of her throat over and over again. She never gagged, just made little noises.

I pushed her head away while moving my hips back, then thrust my hips forward and pulled her head back towards me till I hit the back of her throat again. I began steadily fucking my mom’s mouth, moving her head and my pelvis at the same time.

I had become more comfortable with my mom sucking my dick. There was no longer any awkwardness about it. This had also made me more confident during my daily blow jobs. I would regularly look her in the eyes, it let me know that she WANTED to suck my dick, she WANTED to please me. During these I thought of her as MINE. She was still my mother the rest of the time, and I respected her as such. But when she would come into my room, she was there for my cock, she was MY SLUT.

She had actually encouraged this. She told me to do what I wanted, and what felt good during my blow jobs. This could be grabbing her head, her tits or her ass; it could be pulling her hair or pulling her shirt off; it could even be saying dirty stuff, although I had once slipped and said “Fuck that feels good” and she got mad, so bad words weren’t allowed. While I still usually liked to just relax and let her go to work, sometimes it was nice to take charge and do whatever my body wanted to do. As in this case, I was pounding my meat in and out of my mother’s mouth.

When I came, I closed my eyes in pleasure and shoved my dick in. I shot my load directly into her throat and held her there. As always, she swallowed it without issue. When my body was done I opened my eyes and saw her still looking straight up at me. I released her head and she slowly pulled her head back, sucking tightly as she did, cleaning my dick off. She spent a little extra time on the head, which made me shudder (she knew this already), and pulled it completely out with a pop and smiled.

“Well that was a fun afternoon!” She said.

“As always.”

“What do you have planned this afternoon?”

“I’m going to go play with Mike at his house.”

“Oh that’s right. OK well go clean off your face at least” she laughed, “and be home for dinner.”

“I will.” I answered as I pulled up my shorts and put on a shirt.

She got off my bed and straightened out her dress. This was only the third time I’ve gone down on my mother. We could only do it when the house was empty and there was no chance of someone coming home. This was because, unlike my blow jobs that were relatively quick and only required me to unzip my pants and pull my dick out; going down on her required much more time and she had to either pull her pants off, or pull a dress up, and lay on the bed, which was a very compromising position should someone walk in. This meant that the only time available was during a weekend if my dad and sister were out.

This made me feel kind of bad. She said It wasn’t a big deal, in fact she would rarely LET me play with her pussy unless she was ‘teaching’ me something. The only reason she’s let me go down on her more than once, was because she said it takes practice. But she also said that it’s ‘not right’ for her to let me touch her down there, not just because she’s my mother, but also because she’s married, and that would be cheating.

We discussed it one time, and she said that her giving me head wasn’t as bad because...

1. My dad didn’t like head anyways, only sex.

2. It’s ok for mothers to see, and touch their children, since they’ve done it when we were babies.

3. Getting head, meant that I was still a Virgin.

4. This was safer than doing things with girls from school.

5. I was going to play with myself anyways.

I still couldn’t help but feel bad that my mother was making me cum so much without getting hers. And I do mean so much! Our routine had my dick in her mouth 3-4 times a day on average.

In the mornings my dad got up after we had already gone to school, so he was still asleep. My mom simply got up to make us breakfast and see us off to school. I would get ready first since my school started first, then while my little sister was taking her shower and getting ready, I was sitting at the dining room table eating with my mom’s head bobbing up and down in my lap. Then by the time my sister got downstairs, mom and I were already done with our respective breakfasts.

Since my school started first, it also got out first. Plus it was closer, so I just walked, whereas Lacy had to take the bus to hers. Naturally this all meant that I got home earlier than her, making my after school BJ pretty easy to take care of. Mom was usually ready for me, I’d just come in door, then cum in her mouth. It always happened on the sofa, with me sitting and her kneeling in front of me.

The next one wasn’t a guarantee. We either snuck away to my room or the garage or something, or she would ask me to go do an errand with her. The most common was to go to the store for an ingredient needed for dinner, or go somewhere to get a red box movie. Then she’d go down on me in the front seat in the parking lot.

The first time she did this I was scared shit-less that some one would see. She parked in the back of the lot with very few cars around. She turned the car off, turned to me and told me to ‘pull it out’. I was not expecting this. I didn’t take my dick out at first, I just kept looking around as though some one would walk up. So she leaned over and did it herself. She pulled it out and went to work, without me ever actually agreeing to it. The whole time I was on ‘lookout duty’, which made me nervous, but the risk made it very hot, and now this is one of my favorite ways to have my mom service me. Sometimes if we’re out actually doing errands without having planned on doing anything, I’ll just whip it out and ask her ‘mommy will you please suck it?’ with my big puppy dog eyes, she always obliges me.

My bedtime BJs were still a staple of my day, and were pretty easy to accommodate. My mom had told my dad that she just liked coming to say goodnight to me and ask me about my day. I guess he told her once that I was ‘a teenage boy and too stop mothering me so much’. He even asked me if it was annoying to have her come talk to me every night, I said it was ‘ok, I know she just wants to spend time with her baby boy’.

Occasionally, she would still spend the night with me if they got in a fight, but the truth is, things had gotten better between them. I heard them having sex a lot more than they used to, and things were a lot nicer around the house.

I was never too much trouble as a kid, but you better believe, now that my mom was sucking me off daily, I was the perfect son. Always did my chores and homework without needing to be told. I worked hard at school and never got in trouble. I was even nicer to my little sister. My confidence was even apparent to others, girls were showing interest in me. I don’t really know why, I wasn’t DOING anything differently. I guess when you’re playing with tits and getting your cock sucked regularly, you no longer get nervous around girls, and that must’ve shown. Things were really going well for me.

A week and a half later, it was a Tuesday morning and I was sitting at the dining room table. I was holding mom’s hair back as she rapidly worked my prick with her mouth and hands. I was looking at the top of her head move up and down, but I was keeping a ear out, incase some one was coming down the stairs.

“Oh God I’m gonna cum ... don’t stop ... Oh God ... ahhhhh!” I filled her mouth, and watched her work to swallow it all fast enough. She sucked on the head and used her hands to milk the rest up my shaft. She got every drop, and used a napkin to dry me off and tuck it back inside my pants. “Thanks mom.” I sighed.

“You’re Welcome sweetheart ... oh! Before I forget, Ms. Kowalski, next door, got a new computer, and she asked if you could help her set it up?” Mom was getting up to her feet and walking into the kitchen.

“Um, ya sure, when?”

“Right after school, just head there when you get home.”

“Ok” I grabbed my bag as my sister came down the stairs. “Bye Lacy” I said as she darted past me.

“Bye sweetie, have a good day.” Mom yelled after me.

“Bye mom!” and I headed out the door.

Ms Kowalski was our next door neighbour, a widow I think. I never asked, but her husband wasn’t around anymore. She was older, in her 60s, but I wasn’t sure of her exact age. Her name was Mariola. She was from Poland and spoke English fine, but had kind of a thick accent. She was very good looking for her age, with blonde hair and huge tits. Whenever I saw her I’d stare at them and wondered if they were fake. It was possible because she had a home gym and kept her body in good shape, so she may the type to get a boob job too, but I really didn’t care.