Chapter 6

You might imagine I had free rein to feed wadded cum clods down Mother’s throat thereafter. Yet the next morning, after Dad had left, when I presented her with a cold, second breakfast (having cum before breakfast). She swiped the soggy clumps out of my hand and dumped them in the trash. She washed her hands, shaking her head. “I told you there were limits.”

What those limits were, I had yet to fathom. It was the first time I realized there really were limits. I did remember that she had rejected my directives a few weeks earlier. I had assumed that Janice’s influence over her had run out. Was that still the case?

I ruined my sleep for the next four nights, waking at the stroke of midnight to catch Mom masturbating and tell her not to cum. She failed to appear. That Friday night, I heard her and Dad making love, and I was jealous of Dad for the first time.

By the time Tuesday afternoon rolled around, I had ants in my pants. I sat next to Mom while Janice went on about her latest infidelities. I watched Mom closely, to see if I could recognize the moment she became submissive to her desires, but she acted the part of ‘embarrassed woman listening to friend’s naughty deeds,’ well. I found myself thinking Mom’s blush was the most beautiful thing about her.

“Truth be told, licking and sucking a man’s ass does nothing for me. Even being told to do it turns me off a little. But anal sex, lordy! Sue, it’s like having a second cunt that doesn’t trouble you for days out of every month. Arnie and Roger prefer using it when I’m bleeding. With the right lube and extra-anal stimulation, I can cum just as hard as I can from a top notch, cunt fuck.”

“Extra anal?” I asked puzzled. “More than one ass?”

“She means being stimulated outside of her anus, Eddie.” Mom answered appropriately.

“Roger has been giving me the best massages before sex. It’s heavenly. I seriously think he’s trying to get me to like him more than Arnie. Maybe Roger thinks I’ll obey him more, but if he keeps lavishing me with delicious treats like that, he might end up wound around my little finger.” Janice meowed. “That might be a good thing, to have a hot man I can fully control, instead of the lukewarm one I already control.”

Because of my extra attention on Mom, I didn’t miss Mom’s eyes darting at me. Was she thinking that she might like to control me? I instantly disapproved of that! To tease her, I took my time opening my pants under the table again. Her right hand was resting calmly on my thigh. So it was easy to take it and wrap her fingers around my turgid prick. Mom’s flinch ran up her arm and shook her frame, but I managed to keep her hand on my hidden erection. I even jacked it up and down once, to show her what to do.

“Sue?” Janice had noticed Mom’s tremor. “Are you-?” She grinned and raised suggestive eyebrows at me. “Is your Mommy playing with herself under the table?”

My face turned bright red! Mom blushed too. My grip on Mom’s hand evaporated, but she held on to my suddenly downward trending turgidity.

“Little pitchers are too delicate for blows like that, Janice.” Mom rebuked her friend.

“Oh, I’m such a silly joker!” Janice laughed. “Is it time for me to go?” It wasn’t. She hadn’t been here thirty minutes. She made excuses and tottered away, saying she could let herself out. I think she was trying to hide her blush. Did she suspect what I had made Mom do?

After the front door shut in the next room, I gaped at Mom for answers.

“Shhh, Sweetheart.” Her hand jacked swiftly on my revived boner. I was putty in her hands. I wasn’t sure who was taking control of whom. Before I came, Mom grabbed a couple napkins from the table and aimed my considerable spend into them. I could get used to that, I thought at the time.

Before I remembered to tell her to eat my cum, she had risen and trashed the napkins. She left the house then, to shop for groceries.

My heart and face were glowing when I went to my room and studied. She returned about the same time as Dad, and she went to the kitchen while he changed. The evening progressed slowly, predictably, and bored me.

During dinner, Dad talked about ordering computer services for his employers. Mom discussed the price of groceries. I answered each of their questions about school, with the same words. “It’s okay.”

To make up for waking in the middle of the last four nights, I had slept in for the last four mornings. Yet I was committed to exerting control over Mom, preventing her pleasure until I decided she could orgasm. I woke up just after midnight, Wednesday, and waited. I spent fifteen minutes trying not to fall back to sleep, I got up and crept up the hall.

Mom and Dad never locked their door unless they were making love. That happened on Fridays but few other nights. I twisted the handle, worried it would squeak, but I pressed on, slowly opening the door and sneaking inside. Moonlight through their window’s thin curtains put a spotlight on Mom. She lay turned away from Dad, He had most of their blanket, but she seemed at peace. The flannel sheet covering her, rose and fell from silent breaths.

I tiptoed around the bed and gently petted her hair. Mom’s eyes fluttered open and I put a finger to my lips. “Shhh.” I used the same finger to point at Dad who was snoring at the other end of their king sized bed.

“Eddie?” She whispered and blinked.

As if to answer, my fingers on her hair, sank in and clenched. “You have to suck me.” I whispered and pulled her head to the edge of the bed.

She jerked from surprise, jostling the bed. I checked Dad. His snores sputtered but didn’t stop.

“Eddie!” She hissed. “Let me go!”

I whispered, “Suck out my cum, Mom, and you can go back to sleep.” My hard penis pointed at her face.

She gave Dad a nervous glance before declaring, “I told you there are limits.”

“You can’t use that as an excuse, Mom. We both know Dad sleeps like a log. I’m betting that after sex, a tornado couldn’t wake him.”

If she had disagreed or insisted on her limits, I might have backed down. Taking sexual control of your mother while your father slept three feet away, was a daunting endeavor. She pursed her lips, looking conflicted. How did I know they had made love, especially after finding their door unlocked?

“You’re sleeping by yourself.” I answered her unspoken question. Mom is a cuddler.

She flinched as if I had struck a nerve. I pressed my advantage. “Dad came inside you, but you didn’t cum at all. He doesn’t last long enough for you.” I had learned that much from listening at their door for the last few months of Fridays. “Nod if I’m right, Mom.”