My Wonderful Mom

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My Wonderful Mom

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“That’s good, Mom. Just like that. Don’t stop.”

Mom had her eyes closed and a serene look on her face as she held my balls and sucked with deep deliberate strokes.

“Good girl,” I said while guiding her gently with a hand on the back of her head. “Take your tits out.”

Without missing a stroke, she unzipped her sweater and pulled her supple breasts up and out over the top of her bra.

“Mmmmmmm…” she softly moaned, steadily working her painted lips up and down my shaft as she gently returned her hand to cup my balls.

“Oh, Mom…”

She knew I was close and began sucking harder, working her glistening lips along the length of my cock.

Over and over I pushed her down until I could feel myself touching the back of her throat.

“Ohhhhhhh!” I finally moaned and shot a giant load of cum into my mother’s loving mouth.

As always, she easily swallowed it down. Soon, she opened her eyes and gazed at me sweetly before releasing my dick with a quiet slurp.

After another few seconds, Mom frowned.

“How dare that little hussy do that to you again!” she exclaimed.

I had been out with Kim, and for the fifth time in a row she let me feel her up in the car. She let me unbutton her blouse, unclasp her bra, and suck on her little tits and hard nipples. She let me put my hand up under her skirt and rub her pussy through her panties, and even let me pull the elastic leg band aside and slide a finger all along her juicy slit. I was careful not to push my finger inside because I knew she would tell me to stop, so I went back to rubbing her creamy wetness all around and back and forth over her clit. We were kissing deeply and after another minute or so she moaned into my mouth and I felt her body stiffen and shiver before she relaxed, which is when she broke the kiss and asked me to take her home.

“But Kimmy, look at me!” I whined as we both stared down at the bulge in my jeans. A clearly visible wet stain had soaked through near the head of my dick.

“I’m sorry but I have to get home. Look at the time!” she said with a haughty air of finality. I knew there was no use begging or trying to force the issue, so I drove her to her house and parked the car on the street by her front porch. She leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Thank you for the very nice date,” she whispered into my ear before she opened the car door and left me high and not at all dry.

“The nerve of that girl!” Mom continued, absentmindedly slipping the tip of her tongue out to lick a stray drop of cum from her lip.

Perhaps I should back up a bit.

You see, for as long as I could remember, Mom and I had always communicated about everything. If I fell off my bike and skinned my knee, I could tell Mom and she would kiss it and make it better. And it really got better! Back in little league, even T-ball, if I had a bad game I could talk to Mom about it and she always knew just what to say to raise my spirits. When Kevin Raymond pushed me into a mud puddle after stealing some of my toy soldiers, I wasn’t too embarrassed to tell my mom. She was always there for me, no matter what, and when I started dating she was naturally interested. After my dates, she always asked how things had gone, showing a sincere concern for my feelings and, in particular, anything that might affect my confidence. That night, we discussed my date with Kim after I got home.

“The last thing I’m going to allow is some stuck up little … debutante! … leaving my boy with blue balls after a date! The nerve of that girl!” Mom repeated. “Now you go up and get ready for bed, Son. I’ll be up to tuck you in after I get my shower.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

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It all started innocently enough. I had broken my throwing arm in a Pop Warner football game and the doctor had fitted me with a large cast. At school, all my friends wrote funny stuff on it and signed their names, but at home the cast was a major problem, due to the fact that I was no longer able to masturbate. My normal practice of holding a magazine in one hand and stroking my dick with the other, several times a day, was now rendered impossible. Even with the magazine on my desk I found it extremely difficult to develop a good enough technique with my weak hand, and I couldn’t get myself off no matter what I tried. It was so frustrating that I thought about stealing a steak out of the refrigerator and cutting a hole in it so I could try fucking it, but when I checked the fridge there were no steaks to be had. Besides, I doubted whether it would work, and I had no idea how I would explain a missing steak to my mom without having to explain the whole problem. My balls were aching and I was at my wits’ end!

I decided to talk to Mom about it.

“Oh, honey!” Mom responded after I told her my pathetic story. “You should have come to me sooner! I never want my boy to needlessly suffer, and you know that I will always do whatever I can to help you.”

“I know, Mom, but it’s a little embarrassing,” I sheepishly replied.

“Oh, don’t you give it another thought. You never need to be embarrassed with me and I hope you know that you can always come to me if you have a problem, no matter what it is,” she added.

And I did know that, I really did. I knew my mom was always there for me, no matter what, and I felt kind of bad that I had hesitated to tell her about the situation. Then it dawned on me that I might have made her feel sad and unwanted by doing that. It was bad enough having the masturbation issue without disappointing Mom over my holding back something like that.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I just didn’t think there was any way that you could help me and I didn’t want you to worry,” I truthfully explained, my lower lip quivering and tears forming in my eyes.

“There, there,” Mom cooed, putting her arm around me and pulling me into her warm soft bosom. “We’ll figure this out, just like always.”

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That night as I lay in bed I heard a quiet knock on the door.

“May I come in?” Mom politely asked.

“Sure, Mom.”

She was wearing a fluffy white robe and appeared to have showered and done her hair. I could faintly smell the sweet aroma of her perfume. She shut the door and sat next to me on the bed.

“Now Son, I want you to close your eyes and let Mommy take care of you. Just relax and don’t give any thought to it.”

She was gazing at me lovingly, and all I could feel was the reassurance that only a mother can give.

I closed my eyes and Mom turned the covers down and began to remove my pajama bottoms.

“Just relax,” she repeated as she pulled them off and did the same with my underwear.

I trusted Mom and knew that she would never do anything to hurt me, and I wasn’t embarrassed about her seeing my privates.

Next thing I knew, I felt Mom’s hand on my thigh. Just a gentle touch, and then a soft warm feeling when she reached under my scrotum and cupped both of my suffering balls in her hand. It felt so good.

I kept my eyes closed, just like Mom told me to, and felt her other hand wrap around the base of my cock.

“You just let Mommy take care of you,” she whispered as she began to gently stroke my dick.

It felt great.

I knew that I was hard at this point, and I just gave in to the feelings.

“Oh, Mom…”

Little by little, she increased the pressure on my shaft and the speed of her strokes.