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Меню
part 3
Mom laid off the booze and did not go out again for the next couple of weeks. I don't know if she felt guilty about bringing that guy home, or jacking me off, or whatever, but she paid a lot of attention to me: cooking my favorites, buying me stuff, etc. Unfortunately for me, however, she also refrained from laying down with me, too. And that's the attention I was craving. I purposely let her catch me masturbating three different times, but each time she apologized and left the room immediately. I needed to get her drunk. . .
When Mom's girlfriend called one day to invite her out, she initially declined, but after some encouragement from me, finally relented. That night, when she came home drunk, I was waiting, cock in hand. Sure enough, when she saw what I was doing, she unzipped her dress, let it fall to the floor, and crawled in bed with me in her underwear. She was wearing the same silky red panties with which I was intimately familiar, and matching bra. I immediately grabbed the bottle of lotion, popped the top, and held it out expectantly.
Mom buried her face in my shoulder and made a sound that said 'I shouldn't be doing this', but dutifully held out her cupped palm. I filled her hand and grabbed my dick, standing it up in anticipation. My free arm went around her as she snuggled up against me, and my hand fell naturally under her arm and onto her breast as she reached out for my cock.
I was loving it! As Mom sensually stroked my cock, I felt up her small, soft titty through her bra. It was just large enough to fill my hand. The more turned on I got, the more I squeezed and kneaded her tender tit. I could feel her fat, puffy nipple, grown as stiff as my cock under the silky material. I soon became aware that Mom was moaning as much as I was. Lifting my head, I saw that she had her free hand down the front of her panties, and it was moving in the same rhythm with which she was jacking me off. I couldn't take it, I came.
One hand holding my cock, the other tightly squeezing her titty, I arched my back and shot cum high in the air. Just about the time Mom finished milking the last drops of semen out of me, I felt a shudder go through her body and she suddenly stiffened, making that incredibly sexy sound, half groan, half whimper. I realized she was cumming, too. We fell asleep in each other's arms. When I woke, she was gone.
That's the way it went over the next several months.
The only deviance from that pattern was the only other time she brought a guy home. It had been months since the last guy. I was waiting in bed with a hard dick as I did every time she went out. When I heard her come home, and heard a man's voice, I immediately went from the usual butterflies of anticipation to a full-on adrenaline overdose. I quickly shut off my light and hid under my covers, but as soon as I heard Mom's bedroom door shut, I was up like a shot. In a split second my ear was pressed to her door.
I could hear rustling, and the sounds of what I assumed was them making out. This went on for a while, then I distinctly heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled and what I thought might be a zipper. A moment later when I heard the guy groan with pleasure, I could not stop myself: I reached for the doorknob. It was not locked.
Mom had one hand on the guy's bare ass, the other was in the familiar position at the base of his cock, holding the skin back tightly as she slurped his boner with her head bobbing forward and back. God, how that must feel, I thought. When I recovered a bit from the shock of seeing my mother servicing his dick and actually looked at the guy, I was shocked all over again. The guy was a kid! No way was he older than 18! Mom was 32! This guy could almost be her son, my older brother! And actually, he did resemble me a bit: same color and style of hair, same build, etc. Anyway, the lucky bastard was obviously digging what Mom was doing, looking down with a smug fucking grin as he watched her lips sliding over his rod.
"Damn, lady, you're good at that!"
Mom looked up at him, smiling around his cock. She pulled it out of her mouth and answered, "Thanks, honey. I've had some practice. "
I was seething with jealousy. Honey was what she called me! But I was also squeezing my rock-hard dick as she giggled drunkenly and resumed blowing this fucker. After a couple more minutes, she released her lip-lock on his whang and stood up.
"How are you at giving head?" she asked as her dress dropped to the floor.
"I'm the best! Why do you ask?" he teased.
Mom laughed as she unhooked her bra and threw it at him. "'Cause I want you to eat my pussy before I fuck you," she slurred. The guy just laughed, watching her sway dangerously as she pushed her pantyhose down. She righted herself by stumbling backwards until she was leaning back against the dresser. She giggled and kicked her feet several times before finally freeing herself from the entangling garment.
I was dumbstruck, not only by the lewd display, my Mom's naked body live and in person, but also by the dirty talk coming out of her mouth. As I've said, I rarely even heard her use a curse word. I stroked my painfully hard dick almost subconsciously as she dropped down on all fours and crawled towards the bed.
She stopped at his feet and pulled his pants and socks off, then slithered up his body, giving his hard-on a playful lick all the way from balls to tip as she went. She paused long enough to stick her tongue down his throat, then crawled up until she was straddling his head. Grabbing two handfuls of his hair, she pulled his face into her big black bush.
"Eat that cunt!" she exclaimed.
Jesus Christ! Was this the same woman who was washing my mouth out with soap just a few years before for saying Goddammit? Here she was grinding her hips, rubbing her pussy back and forth on this dude's face. I'm surprised he could breathe, but apparently he was living up to his boast, judging by the way she threw her head back and kept repeating, "Oh Honey! Oh Honey!" She reached back with one hand and grabbed his cock while he had both hands full of her ass cheeks. Finally, she let him up for air, sliding off to the side and falling onto her back. She spread her legs invitingly.
"Fuck me! Put your cock in me now!"
I came. Looking at the wanton display of my mom's wet cunt, I shot my load all over the wall. Thankfully, whatever noise I might have made was covered by the squeaking of the bed as the dirty son of a bitch scrambled up between her thighs. I lost sight of her then. All I could see was her legs waving in the air and his skinny white ass as he began humping like a jackrabbit. Mom came quickly, locking her feet behind his back, she made the sound I had grown familiar with, half groan, half whimper that announced her climax.
I was so jealous I felt like throwing up, yet so turned on I kept right on jerking my cock like crazy. And the guy kept right on humping away, riding her through one orgasm and well on the way to another. By the time she came again, I was close too, and so was the punk.
"Ohhhh Godddddd!" Mom was barely finished moaning out her own orgasm when she apparently noticed her young lover about to bust his nut.
The dude complied, pulling out at the last second. He didn't give her a choice as her last lover had: he jumped up and shoved his squirting dick right in her mouth. I couldn't see it, but apparently he made it just in time, judging by the muffled gurgling I could hear coming from Mom. All I could see was his clenching ass cheeks and Mom's recently vacated vagina, spread out before my eyes.
While she choked his load down her gullet, I came again also. It was the first time I had ever cum twice, and it seemed to sap all my strength out with it. My legs went all rubbery. I was scared to watch any longer lest I be noticed now that they were no longer occupied. As the dude rolled off my Mom with a smug chuckle, I pulled the door closed. The last thing I saw was Mom, sweaty and spread-eagled, wet red cunt openly on display, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
It would be years before I would think to wonder at her choice of lovers that night. He did resemble me quite a lot, and she called him by my pet name. . .
Anyway, I pretty much avoided Mom the next day, torn between my feelings of jealousy and lust over what I had witnessed.
Fourteen times over the course of about a year my mom jerked me off. She laid down with me many more times than that, but fourteen of those times she actually stroked me to orgasm. Every one of those times is burned into my memory. I can still recall each and every one of them with perfect clarity. But they all pale in comparison to the events of what would have been the fifteenth.
When I heard Mom come in that night,I was in my customary position, naked on my bed with a stiff one. But Mom never came, and I didn't hear her enter her room either. Just as I was beginning to give up hope, I heard her call me.
"Honey? Hoooooneeeey?"
Curious, I got out of bed and went to investigate. I found her sitting on the floor just inside the front door, still yelling, "Hoooonnnn. . . . "
"What?" I interrupted.
"There you are!" She squinted up at me and giggled. "You're naked! And you've got a naughty pee-pee," she added, pointing at my still mostly hard dick and wagging her finger.
I blushed, but did nothing to hide myself. "What are you doing sitting there?"
"I fell down, and I can't get up," she slurred. This was the drunkest I had ever seen her. Her eyes kept rolling back and she swayed like she might tip over at any second. She held her arms up to me. "Help Mama up, Honey. "
I grabbed her hands and tried to pull her up, but only succeeded in sliding her across the floor, which she found terribly funny.
"Ooh, is that a flashlight in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?" This made her laugh so hard she nearly made us both fall down. She spun around and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her breath smelled like a brewery as she breathed into my face, "Take me to my bed. "
My heart sank. I was hoping for. . . well, you know. Anyway I half walked, half dragged her as her head sagged against my chest. When we reached her room, she mumbled, "Help me get undressed, Honey. "
I leaned her up against the dresser.
"It zips in the back," she informed me, but she did not turn around. Instead I had to stand very close and reach around behind to fumble for the zipper. When I finally got it, I pulled the tight miniskirt down over her hips and knelt down to help her step out of it. Now she was wearing only her bra and pantyhose. Still kneeling, I hesitantly reached for the waistband. She made no protest, so I pulled the skintight garment down slowly.
I could see the dark patch of her muff through the material, but nothing could prepare me for the excited electric thrill that went through me as her pubes were revealed. I pulled the pantyhose down and there it was, inches from my face, a veritable forest of black, tangled thatch. I stared at it while I slid the hose down her legs with my palms touching her smooth, soft thighs. My eyes never left her bush, even as I pulled the pantyhose off her feet which she managed to lift one at a time without tumbling. It wasn't until she spoke again that I was finally able to tear my eyes away.
"Get my bra for me.
I stood and once again reached around her. We were face to face, inches apart, as I fumbled with the clasp on her bra. I was acutely aware of the heat of her body, the smell of her perfume combined with her hot, boozy breath. My cock was hard as steel, standing straight up between us.
She smiled drunkenly and put a hand to my cheek. "My big boy," she said lovingly. We stood like that for a long moment, until her eyes rolled back and she nearly swooned. I caught hold of her and she said, "Get me to bed, Honey. "
I wrapped my arms around her, practically carrying her over to the bed. Now my cock was definitely nestled in her pubes as our naked bodies pressed together, and her tits mashed against my bare chest. I got her to the bed, steadied her with one arm as I reached down to pull back the covers, and then lowered her onto the sheet. She fell back onto the pillows and I lifted her legs onto the bed.
When she was settled, she looked up at me and giggled tiredly. "Naughty pee-pee," she said as she reached up to brush her fingers across it . My cock lurched at her touch and nearly climaxed on the spot.
"Can I go get the lotion?" I asked timidly.
"Sure, Honey," she smiled up at me. "But turn out that light. It's hurting my eyes. "
"Ok Mom, I'll be right back!"
I fairly sprinted from the room, flipping the lightswitch on my way. I hurried into my room, bobbing boner leading the way, grabbed the lotion and a few tissues, and was back at her bedside in less than a minute.
"I got it. " No response. "Mom? Mom?"
I shook her shoulder, but it was no use. She was out. I almost burst into tears. I got the idea of pouring lotion into her hand anyway and using it to jack off, but when I reached for it in the dark, my hand found the soft skin of her belly.
"Mom?" I tried again, softer, suddenly hoping for no response. When none came, I slid my hand up her torso and found her bare breast. It was warm and soft, and pliant in my hand as I squeezed it gently. Dropping the forgotten lotion bottle, I soon had both hands on her tits, kneading the supple flesh more and more boldly. Her nipples grew erect as I played with them. I bent down and gave one a lick. It was fat and hard. Mom never stirred, so I knelt and began to lick and suck her stiff nips in earnest.
After a good while of working on her boobs, without really consciously deciding to, I moved down her torso, slowly trailing my lips down her stomach. Her skin was so soft. Her belly gently rose and fell with her breathing. My lips crossed her bellybutton and encountered the first soft little hairs of her treasure trail. I was trembling all over with excitement. Slowly, I followed the downy line of hairs and finally reached her bush itself.
I tried to move down between her legs, but her thighs were together. Reluctantly pulling my face out of Mom's muff. I used my left hand to gently push apart the flesh of her inner thighs and slid my right down into her crotch. My fingers found the wet seam of her cunt. I stroked up and down the lips, getting my finger wet, but I couldn't get my hand far enough down to get a finger inside her, which I desperately wanted to do.
Frustrated, I stood and went to the foot of the bed. Very carefully, I grabbed Mom's ankles and gently, slowly, pulled her legs apart. When I got them as wide as I could reach, I carefully laid them back on the mattress. Then, holding my breath, I slowly climbed up onto the bed between her spread thighs. Once again, I buried my face in the muff, but this time I had full access to her vulnerable vagina.
Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and touched it to her warm, wet vulva. My first taste of pussy, and I loved it! I began to lick, parting her plump labia with my tongue and spearing it into her hot hole. I didn't know what a clit was, but I was fascinated by the growing little nub at the apex of her slit. I ran my tongue across it, back and forth, feeling it grow stiff like a smaller version of her erect nipples.
"Oh, Danny. "
Her voice froze me. I had been so into what I was doing that it wasn't until she spoke that I realized that she was at least partially awake and had been moaning softly. But Danny was Dad's name. In her drunken state, I guess she thought she was back with him. She mewled in protest that I had stopped and rocked her pelvis, fucking my invading finger. I was frozen with fear but incredibly turned on.
"Put your dick in, baby," Mom drunkenly begged in her slurred, husky voice. "Come on, Danny, I need it bad. . . "
It was like an out-of-body experience as I found myself crawling up her body. Her arms came around me and her legs opened up even wider, inviting me in.
When the head of my painfully hard cock touched the hot wetness, I instinctively lunged forward, driving it forcefully into her. As the incredibly hot, slippery folds of her welcoming vagina engulfed me, Mom moaned into my mouth and I came. She held me tight, kissing me hotly as my cum emptied inside her. Honestly, I don't think she even noticed that I had cum, as she finally broke the kiss and moaned, "Fuck me. "
My cock was still hard as a rock and I began moving it in and out, quickly getting the knack. Mom continued to moan and beg for me to fuck her harder, and I was soon slamming it into her in a frenzy. The bedsprings were screeching and Mom was grunting and panting like an animal, holding on to me for dear life as I fucked her faster and faster.
"Oh God, here it comes!" she whined into my ear as her legs locked around my waist and her arms clung to my neck so tightly it was hard to breathe.
I was humping as fast as I possibly could, riding her spasming body right through her tremendous climax. And I kept right on fucking, even as her body went limp when her orgasm subsided. I think she must have passed out again, as her legs fell outwards and her arms no longer held on to me. Somehow, this turned me on even more and I raised up on my arms and jackhammered into her limp body.
I lay atop her for a long time, relishing the feeling as my dick went soft inside her. I shuddered when it finally slipped wetly from her warm love pocket. Suddenly, I started to get a little worried. Was I going to be in trouble for what I had done? She had called me by Dad's name, but had she realized somewhere along the way that it was me? It was too dark to see me, but still. . . Or would she even remember it in the morning? Getting more and more afraid, I eased myself off of her, trying not to disturb her.
As I climbed from the bed, Mom moaned in her sleep and rolled over, curling up in a fetal ball. After making sure she wasn't going to stir again, I carefully pulled the covers over her body. Finding my lotion on the floor, I crept out of her room and eased the door shut. I went to my own bed and crashed. I slept like a baby, despite my worrying, satiated like I had never been before in my life.
Mom never mentioned what happened that night.
Anyway, that's the last time my Mom and I did anything. Luckily for me, I discovered the joys of teenage pussy not long afterward. Mom and I never spoke about what happened over that year. But one day, shortly before she got married, I did find a little gift tucked away in my underwear drawer: a worn white envelope, containing 5 polaroid pictures. . .
And still, when I masturbate, I do it just like Mom taught me to. .
