9. Welcome to Oral, Your First Time? (2)
"...Can you just suck it once?"
I said it with full confidence, but seeing Mom's surprised face made me tense up naturally. Still, if I backed down here, it'd be neither fish nor fowl, so I had to push a little harder.
"Mom, I think I'll cum right away if you do. Please~ Yeah?"
At my earnest plea, Mom stared at her son's raging pillar gripped in her hand. Conflict flickered in her eyes, then vanished as resolve set in.
"Sigh... Alright, son. But just this once. If you pull this again, Mom's done helping for good. Got it?"
"Yeah, Mom, I got it. Thank you so much."
Mom took a deep breath, steeling herself while holding my cock, then slid down under the sofa and brought her face right up to my throbbing shaft. Her breath washed over me from the head down the shaft, warm and teasing.
Soon her lips parted, and the hot, moist air from that warm cavern hit my cockhead. My dick twitched like it had a mind of its own.
But with Mom's hand gripping it, as her head slowly lowered, the glans started disappearing into her mouth, bit by bit.
Before long, my fat cockhead was fully engulfed. Past those plump, springy lips, I entered the hot, wet depths of Mom's mouth, greeted by her soft tongue wrapping around me tenderly.
Slurp~
"Ahhh~"
The slick, soft sensation from my glans inside her mouth sent shivers through me, and a deflating sigh escaped my lips from the sheer pleasure. On top of that, Mom sucking her son's cock so eagerly, her beautiful, slutty face staring up at me—it was etched into my brain, a memory worth a fortune that no one could take away.
Slurp slurp, suck! Gulp gulp!
Mom swirled her tongue around the head, sucking like a vacuum cleaner, then started bobbing her head up and down in piston motion. Half my cock vanished into her mouth, the tip sliding along her soft tongue and poking her throat over and over.
"Haa~ Hngh~"
Mom's head rocking up and down, her pure hair tickling my groin, my shaft glistening with her saliva... The obscenely erotic sight had my heart pounding like mad, and the pleasure from Mom's first-ever blowjob melted my brain, dumb moans spilling from my mouth nonstop.
As I savored Mom's loving oral, I caught our reflection in the full-length mirror across from the TV. Me sitting on the sofa, Mom between my legs with her head bobbing. Smooth curves leading down to that massive ass at the end—and below it, a hand.
Wait, a hand?
Lost in bliss, I focused my gaze, and through the mirror, I saw Mom's left hand frantically rubbing her crotch.
Seeing Mom so lewdly fingering her pussy while sucking her son's cock, I thought we'd cross into full incest sooner than expected.
Then—Glurk~ Glurk~—with wet sucking sounds, I felt my glans forcing through her tight, slippery tunnel. Looking down, Mom's mouth had swallowed my cock to the root, leaving just a finger's width exposed.
Naturally, her throat bulged obscenely with each thrust of my massive cock, the outline popping out rhythmically.
Deepthroat—irrumatio, throat-fuck, whatever you call it, every guy's fantasy was happening to me right now.
To take my cock so deep, Mom's saliva flooded out, dripping down the shaft to soak my balls and the sofa. Her slick throat clenched from all sides with every pass, milking for my cum.
Soon, orgasm surged from deep in my balls. I grabbed Mom's head, shoved to the hilt, rocked my hips a few times, then slammed my groin into her face as I erupted.
Semen blasted straight down her throat, and Mom gulped it all down as it fired.
Gulp~ Gulp~ Gulp~
'Mom's swallowing my cum!!!'
I couldn't see it, but my balls shriveled as my cock pulsed relentlessly—I knew it was a huge load. Even as Mom kept swallowing, one strand leaked from her lips.
Glurk~
"Pfhaa~ *cough cough*..."
Mom patted my thighs frantically. I quickly pulled out, my cock popping free with lewd sounds, followed by her ragged breaths.
As her cock slid out, I collapsed onto the sofa, legs still trembling from the climax. While Mom caught her breath, I glanced back at the mirror—her leggings were soaked at the crotch, her ass twitching and clenching.
She must've cum with me.
"Hoo~... Satisfied now, son?"
"Yeah, Mom, thank you so much. I love you~"
Her face flushed from lack of air, eyes slightly bloodshot from the throat-fuck, but Mom smiled sweetly at me. She was so adorable—I pulled her into a genuine hug of gratitude.
"Yeah, Mom loves you too~"
"And this is a bonus service because my son's cock is just too pretty."
Suck suck
After a brief hug, Mom licked the stray cum from her lips, knelt between my legs again, grabbed my half-flaccid cock, and sucked the leftover semen from the tip.
Classic cleanup blowjob.
'Ah, Mom, I love you so much~ I'll make you happy as a woman as soon as I can.'
Even as I vowed to bring her womanly bliss soon, I felt her soft lips and tongue on my cock again.
Sluuurp~ Pop!... Gulp
Finally, she stretched it long with her lips on the head, then lifted her head—my softened dick popped free. She swallowed the last bit, patted my thigh lightly, and headed to the master bedroom, saying she needed to wash up.
Hurrying away, she tried hiding the soaked back of her leggings with her hand—but it was blatantly obvious.
Having successfully gotten Mom's oral, I floated on cloud nine, indescribable joy washing over me as I eyed the floor still slick with her pussy juices.
Then a thought hit me—I rushed to the master bedroom.
Her pussy-soaked leggings lay discarded by the bathroom door, reeking of sex. The usually locked bathroom door was ajar, latch barely engaged.
Creeak.... Splashhhh slap slap slap
"Hngh~ Ahh!"
I tugged the latch gently. First came the water, then wet flesh-slapping and Mom's moans piercing through.
Peeking further, I saw her voluptuous naked body under the shower, pitifully fingering her hole.
She looked so pitiful, I wanted to barge in and replace those fingers with my cock.
'Just hold on a bit longer, Mom. I'll fill you with dick instead of fingers.'
...The day after that first blowjob, true to her word, Mom handjobbed me to completion for two straight days, no matter how long it took.
As jerking took longer, she used both hands—one stroking the shaft, the other focusing the precum-lubed head—forcing my cum out.
Even as she milked me, I saw lust burning in her eyes, her thighs rubbing together with deep breaths mid-stroke. Her resistance wouldn't last.
The next day, she just stared at my cock pulled out of my pants.
I let her be, and when she licked her lips, I placed a hand on her nape and gently guided her to my crotch.
Everything's hardest the first time, right? Easier after.
Her face neared my cockhead, lips engulfing it—proving the second time was a breeze as she gave her son blowjob number two.
After that, every day I got devoted handjobs and orals from Mom, blasting my load into her mouth, which she swallowed whole.
In the process, I groped her tits, ass, everywhere—but she never let my hands near her pussy.
That was her mental Maginot Line for our mother-son bond.
Watching her pitifully finger herself in the master bedroom every night, I hoped she'd surrender soon. I brainstormed ways to breach that line for days, but nothing worked.
Meanwhile, Mom writhed nightly with unquenched lust; I watched sympathetically. Days dragged on until late August, when an unexpected accident struck on a sweltering summer day.