Chapter 4

On Thursday, after Dad took his coffee into the living room to watch the morning news, I gave Mom instructions for dinner and told her I had laid out the green blouse and skirt combo for her to wear.

“No substitutions this time,” I said.

“I wouldn’t think of it, oh great Master,” she joked, bending forward in a deep bow and sweeping her right arm wide as she straightened up.

“Do that again,” I whispered.

She did, without asking why.

“No, slowly,” I said.

Mom bent forward again, exaggerating the arch in her back so her breasts pushed out, maintaining the curvature of her back as she stood, and swept her arm wide so her tits thrust hard against her robe. I stepped behind her and lifted the robe from her shoulders. She looked toward the open kitchen doorway and the sound of the news, then shrugged her arms out of the sleeves. I moved in front of her with the robe folded over my forearm.

“Do it again,” I said.

Mom bent low, very slowly, back arched as before but now her breasts and nipples were clearly outlined despite the thick material of her nightgown. She laughed when she was bent right over because her big fluffy slippers looked silly in contrast to the elegant bow. She stood and shucked them off her feet, clearly expecting me to make her bow again.

I draped the bathrobe over the back of a chair, put my hands under her arms and beside her breasts to turn her to face the doorway, and said, “Again.”

Mom bowed even more slowly so it was easy to stop her before her back was quite horizontal.

“Stop.”

I walked around her, knelt down to examine her dangling tits and passed my hand underneath, close, but without touching them. I just wanted to suggest that I could if I wanted to. I stood behind her, again very close, but without touching.

“Lower.”

Mom bent until her head was almost to the floor and waited for further instruction. Her ass was now pressing against the growing bulge in the front of my pants. I waited until she became unsteady and began to sway. I enjoyed the rub of her bottom on my pants for a few seconds, then commanded her to stand but stopped her when she had risen just past half way and her ass had broken contact with my groin.

I gently grasped a handful of hair and stroked it in both hands, molding it into a short pony tail. The action ‘accidentally’ pulled her behind against my pants. I tugged the pony to one side and then the other which twisted her shoulders and forced her ass to rub across my bulge.

“Do you remember what I want for dinner?” I asked.

Mom nodded and that added an extra dimension of pleasure for my cock which was now fully erect.

“Tell me.”

Mom repeated the entire meal plan while I played with her hair, pulling it to one side or the other and even up, as if reining a horse. The soft rubbing effect transferred to my cock, exquisitely.

“And what should I put out for you to wear?”

“The green skirt and blouse,” she answered.

Did she know me so well?

“That’s right. Up ... Stop!”

I halted Mom at a forty-five degree angle, perfect for exerting maximum pressure on my cock. I transferred my hands to her waist to hold her more firmly but she kept her head tilted back herself.

“You can choose what to wear underneath.”

“Okay.”

“What color of bra are you going to wear?”

“Nothing.”

My cock lurched in my pants.

“No bra?”

“No,” her voice thickened.

I moved my hips forward in a not-so-subtle thrust.

“And panties?” I asked, my voice matching the thickness of hers.

“None.”

My cock lurched against her ass again, then again, and again. My hands slipped up to cup her breasts.

“Bend,” I instructed.

Mom bent right over and I lost my grip on her breasts, my hands sliding down her waist to her hips. I pressed myself into her ass and pulled.

“Stand.”

Mom stood up and immediately stepped forward to retrieve her robe. I realized she had heard something but was too slow to do anything about it. She was slipping her feet into her slippers when Dad entered the kitchen. His eyes swept over me and then back at her. A funny look came over his face.

“Anything wrong?” he asked her.

“No. Just trying to figure out what to make Mason for lunch.”

“Can’t he make his own lunch?”

“I can do it faster and he’s already late.”

Dad frowned. “You need to get up earlier,” he said to me. “Can you do that?” he asked, a hint of anger in his voice.

“Yup. I can get it up anytime.”

Mom choked back a laugh and my face blanched as I realized my error. Thankfully, Dad missed it.

“That’ll be the day,” he said.

Mom defied me. I found her in her office wearing the green blouse without a bra. That was well and fine but the green skirt had been replaced by white slacks.

“I can’t take good pictures in those,” I said.

“Don’t start, Mason. I’ve had a long day.”

“Why, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Work?”

“Partly.”

“Was Dad bugging you?”

“He’s having one of his days,” she answered.

“Where is he?” I asked.

“In his office.” I turned to leave but Mom reached out and grabbed me. “Leave it be honey.”

“Did he hit you?”

“Oh no. He’d never do that. He’s just ... tiring, that’s all.”

I stood behind her and started kneading her shoulders. She reached down with her left hand and pulled the release out to let the chair lean back. I worked on her shoulders but as she leaned farther and farther back it got harder and I ended up stroking her forehead, the sides of her head, and her face. She put her hand over mine and kissed it.

“You make me feel good,” she whispered.

“I like making you feel good,” I replied.

I stroked her face and her neck, gradually working my fingers past her throat until they were touching the first glimmer of the flesh that would eventually swell out to form her breasts. Mom grabbed my hands in hers.

“Make me feel good, Mason.”

She pulled my hands lower until they were spread out, palm down, over her breasts. I closed my hands over their shape, fingers splayed out on either side of her nipples, then closed in until they were pinched between. It was probably my imagination but they seemed to harden and grow under my touch. I looked down at Mom’s face. Her eyes were closed but she seemed to sense that I was looking at her.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too, Mom.”

“Make me feel good,” she repeated.

I started kneading her breasts. Gently, as if rough handling would damage them. I remembered how carried away I had got when I fingered her. This time would be different.

I stretched my fingers over top and slid them underneath her tits, lifting them as I kneaded them, then letting them relax on her chest, mashing my palms on her nipples, bending and rolling them, then repeating the lifting massage. I loved the feel of her stiffening nipples.

Her heightened breathing excited me. I was very hard in my pants. I pulled the green blouse apart but the buttons didn’t break which surprised me. Her tits burst into view, bouncing and falling slightly to the side. I pulled them together and kneaded them into a unit, trying to push her nipples together without success. I leaned forward and brushed my lips on hers, kissed her, then bent lower so I could put my mouth on her tits, kissing and licking until I garnered the courage to suck a nipple inside.

“Oh, Mason. That feels so good.”

“You like that?” I whispered.

“Oh yes.”

I sucked her other nipple into my mouth.

“Do you like that too?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“How about this?”

I reached down and put my hand between her legs, then pulled it back to snugly possess her crotch and rubbed her pussy. She didn’t answer but her breathing quickened and a long sigh escaped her lips. I rubbed her pussy and pressed my palm onto her mound, moving my hand in a circular motion, and loved it when I felt her hips lift to get more. I kissed her.

“Undo your pants,” I whispered into her ear.

She didn’t seem to hear me so I repeated the command. Mom’s hands slowly lowered to her waist and I watched as she unbuttoned her pants. I pulled my hand back to rub her tummy, then lowered it between her legs to massage her pussy. She wasn’t wearing panties!

My fingers surrounded her labia, then found her slit and tickled for a minute or two before pushing inside. As soon as my fingertips breached her entrance, Mom lifted her hips and thrust herself upon my fingers, taking two and then three inside. I forgot about gentleness and twisted them around, digging inside her sloppiness. The squishy sounds made my cock ache and I leaned down to bite her nipple. Mom arched her back and groaned.

“Yes, oh yes. Bite them!”

I wasn’t fingering her so much as she was fucking my hand. The chair squeaked and rattled but neither of us was concerned about the noise. Our panting filled the air, almost drowning out the chair’s complaints as it was pushed lower. Mom had hooked her feet under the main desk drawer to keep the chair from sliding back and I had leaned against its back to do the same. This brought my crotch into contact with her head and my balls were rubbing on her forehead.

Mom’s hips slowed but her movements became more exaggerated, jerking and thrusting as a climax overcame her. After a minute of convulsions, her body slackened and relaxed into the chair. I pulled my fingers out but kept my hand on her quivering pussy for a minute, then pulled it away and stood up. My left hand was still clutching her tit and I brought it up to her neck where the other was already caressing her skin. I massaged her neck and cheeks.

I was so horny, and wanted to rub my cock on her face like I had before until I came in my pants. I rubbed the bottom of my bulge on her forehead and she tilted her head back. Would she kiss my pants like before? Would she nibble at it?

I couldn’t get my bulge against her face standing behind her like I was. I moved back in preparation for a move to the side but suddenly had a better, more invasive idea. Could I get away with it? Would she let me go that far?

I unzipped my pants and scrutinized Mom’s face for a reaction. Nothing. Had she heard it?

I pushed my shorts down and my long, hard cock popped out. I grasped it near the base and pushed it down until it was almost level, then leaned toward Mom, steering it into a hovering position over her face. I pressed down until the underside of my shaft grazed her forehead. This was it. What would she do?

Mom tilted her head back, as if to see what was scraping her head, but her eyes remained closed. I rubbed my cock from side to side across her forehead. Mom tilted her head further back and I pushed forward until my balls pressed into the top of her head. I pressed down on my shaft until the underside touched her right cheek, moved sideways until to her nose and applied pressure until it popped up and over to grace the left side, then rubbed it back to the original position. Mom’s lips parted and her tongue darted upward to lick the underside of the tip and then retreated. My cock tingled and throbbed violently.

“Make me feel good, Mom,” I cried hoarsely.

Her tongue darted upward and licked my shaft, staying longer this time.

“Oh God, that feels good.”

Lick, lick, lick.

I rubbed my cock back and forth across Mom’s nose and slid over her lips while her tongue flicked all over the bottom of my shaft. It felt especially good under the tip. I pushed the chair lower until it was in danger of falling if I didn’t hold it up.

“Please,” I whispered.

Mom tilted her head back, craning her back. I pressed my tip onto her mouth and she smothered the underside with her wet tongue. Her hands gripped the sides of the chair and she pushed herself upward, arching her back and opening her mouth.

Oh God. I pulled my cock back an inch or two, then slid it between her lips and into her mouth. Holy fucking Christ, it was wonderful, better than I ever imagined. I pushed in and out, sliding through her slick wetness, almost dying when her lips closed over the head and sucked. I groaned and started fucking into her mouth, fucking her face—fucking my Mom’s face!

It was too much, too fantastic. My cock spewed its white froth, filling her mouth until it spilled out and dribbled from the corners. I thrust harder and she gasped, struggling for a second or two, until my cock breached another entrance. Mom’s nostrils flared and I realized she was breathing through her nose because I was blocking her throat. Her neck bulged and I wanted to pull out but my cock kept shoving itself in, back and in, back and in, all the time spewing its gooey mess inside her mouth. Mom gurgled and her hands left the sides of the chair to push against my thighs. I finally came to my senses and pulled back, extracting my cock from her mouth and dribbling cum on her chin and upper lip, right cheek and forehead, but thankfully missed her eye.