Mom, Me and Our Adventures with Spunk: part 3
Mom, Me and Our Adventures with Spunk: part 3
Sex Story Author: | cyanide56 |
Sex Story Excerpt: | "Out!" she ordered as she pointed to the spot next to her. Okay. Okay. I get the message. As I |
Sex Story Category: | Blowjob |
Sex Story Tags: | Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Fiction, Incest, Male / Older Female, Masturbation |
The deep blue Summer sky stretched to the far horizon without a cloud in sight as we made our way along the boardwalk enjoying the soft swoosh of each gentle wave as it broke upon the shoreline. It was Sunday morning. The day after the day before. Mom had her arm through mine as she lifted her face to the Sun, closed her eyes, and let the sea breeze blow away the cares of the day.
Yesterday had been quite the day by the time it had ended. I glanced down at my Mother wondering what she was thinking as we walked over to a bench and sat down with the most perfect view imaginable in front of us. There is nothing like an ocean and the wide blue yonder to make you understand your place in the grand scheme of things.
“Beautiful,” said Mom, smiling, “I could spend all day here like this.”
Stretching out my legs, I crossed them at the ankles and tried to bring myself back to the here and now. Which was difficult when so many other things were on my mind as each time I closed my eyes the memory of my Mother kneeling at my feet with my ever-ready boner in her small hands flashed before me.
At least three times had turned out to be actually three times by the end of the day and my well-pumped penis had been given an expert workout as we became more comfortable with the decisions we had made. The most important one being that my Mother would take care of business.
I turned to her as people walked by as we both stared out across the sea. “What are you thinking?” I asked her as she smoothed down the front of her red cardigan which covered her smart yellow blouse.
“That things can change in the blink of an eye,” she replied still looking away from me, “And that those things you think are important really aren’t and that life has a way of surprising you when you least expect it,” Mom turned back to me, “And that sometimes the unexpected solution is the right solution.”
“Does it bother you what you did?” Maybe in the cold light of another day she was having second thoughts.
A small quizzical smile crossed her face. “Does it bother you that I did what I did?”
We sat in silence for a moment before I shook my head. It did. Sort of. But I wasn’t going to tell her that.”No, Mom,” I told her, “What happened happened and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. It just took me by surprise that’s all.”
Mom searched my face. “Do you think we should stop?”
Of course we should stop. “No,” I said truthfully, “No I don’t. So long as you’re fine with it that’s all that matters.”
Reaching into my lap, she took my hand in hers. “No one must ever know, Henry,” she said firmly, “This is between us. You and me. And you must promise me it will only go as far as masturbating you. Do you understand?”
Well, there it is. Her limits. A selfish wave of disappointment washed over me as my heart dropped to my boots. Then again, what had I expected? Real honest to God sex with my own Mother? Don’t be stupid, dude. She had already gone far beyond any common sense of duty and you knew it. In two weeks this will all be nothing more than a memory.
She got to her feet and did a little playful pirouette in front of me before reaching out her right hand for me to take. “Come on, Buster,” she laughed, “I’ll buy you an ice cream on the way home.”
Arm in arm, we walked back towards home. Mom was right. About life. It does have a way of surprising you in ways you least expect.
As we were both about to find out.
***
The weekend faded away into a jizz spurting memory as the working and College week began with us settling into a set routine as our adventures to extract my spunk continued.
That routine was as follows: Wake up earlier so that Mom can sort me out before breakfast. Next session was straight after Mom came home from work and I’m back from College raring to go. Then we’d have dinner at six which left us about four to five hours of an evening where we would see how things went depending on how I was feeling.
Like I said, the routine is as routine does. Everything was running like clockwork until it suddenly decided it wasn’t. That was when everything sort of went a little bit insane.
***
It was now early Thursday morning of the first week.
As usual, I was in the shower giving myself a good scrub before I got ready for College and Mom was running around downstairs cursing to herself that she was going to be late for work as she had an important appointment with a client and there would be hell to pay if she missed it.
“HENRY?!” I heard her shout from the kitchen, “You get yourself downstairs right now if you want me to sort you out!” she ordered and even through the sound of the warm spray I could tell she was seriously pissed, “RIGHT THIS MINUTE DO YOU HEAR ME?!”
Loud and clear, Mom. So could the whole God damned neighborhood. I stuck my head around the glass partition. “I’M IN THE SHOWER, MOM!!”
There was a long pause then a strangled shriek before THUMP THUMP THUMP as I heard Mom stomping up the stairs.
Uh oh.
The bathroom door flew open and Mom came in breathing fire and brimstone. I stood there holding the loofah in front of me just in case I needed to defend myself. Wow, did she sound mad!
Mom slid open the shower door and stood there with her hands on hips with a face like thunder. Instinctively, I put my hands down over my crotch which, considering I was still holding the loofah, made it look like I had a twelve-inch sponge cock pointing in her general direction as the water cascaded down over me. Smart move, dude. Wait a second. I blinked with surprise as I looked at my Mother. Whoa, she looked seriously hot standing there in her bright yellow blouse, charcoal pleated pencil knee-length skirt, black stockings, and heels.
I gave her a little wave with the sponge penis. “Hi,” I croaked as I tried to look cool, calm, and collected standing there stark bollock naked in front of my own Mother.
But Mom wasn’t about to take any of my crap.
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