Today, heavy rain poured down on my hometown, even though this month wasn't supposed to be the rainy season yet. I was soaking wet on the motorcycle that my dad was riding. The cold wind pierced my skin, making my body shiver.
"Dad, are we still far away? I'm soaking wet and my body is shivering," I asked, squirming a little to reduce the cold.
"Be patient, son! We'll be there soon," Dad replied with a small chuckle. "Knowing it was going to rain like this, Dad should have just driven the car to pick you up," he added, sounding a bit annoyed with himself. Dad then accelerated the motorcycle, trying to speed up our journey.
Dad and I have a unique relationship. More like siblings than father and son. We often play games together, joke around imitating boxers, and even sing karaoke at home. Sometimes Papa stays with me when I feel lonely. Back then, I used to think his behavior was childish, but after moving far away, I realized that Papa is an amazing father. His presence always brightens the mood.
The rain had stopped by the time we arrived at the house. The fresh, rural air greeted us, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the city. The sound of Papa's pet birds added to the peaceful atmosphere. Our house is located in an area with few residents. The distance between one house and another is quite spacious.
Then I entered and was greeted by a beautiful woman, my mother. She is 160 cm tall with fairly large breasts, possibly a D-cup, and fair skin. For her age, she is still very attractive, with a naturally beautiful face and long straight hair.
"Oh my goodness, Dad... I already told you to pick up Jaxon by car. Look at you, you're all soaked," she said, shaking her head gently.
"Yes, I'm sorry," Dad replied.
"Jaxon, go take a shower first. Mom will make some hot tea, and we'll have dinner. I'll take care of your belongings," Mom said softly.
"Alright, Mom," I replied briefly as I walked toward the bathroom.
After showering and changing clothes, I headed straight to the dining room. The aroma of my favorite beef soup filled the room, making me feel warmer.
"Come on, Jax. Mom has prepared your favorite food," Mom said, breaking my reverie.
"Yes, Mom. Thank you," I replied as I sat down at the dining table.
"How was your trip, Jax? You must be tired, especially with the rain earlier," she said.
"Pretty tired, Mom. My body feels a bit chilly too, probably from getting soaked in the rain," I answered honestly.
"See, now you're sick," Mom scolded gently. "After eating, Mom will give you a massage so your body feels better."
"Ah, no need to bother, Mom," I replied.
"It's okay, dear. I don't want you to get sick," she replied softly. I could only smile, feeling warmed by Mom's concern.
After eating, Mom reminded me again. "Come on, Jax, go to your room. I'll rub you down first."
"Okay, Mom," I replied resignedly.
In the room, Mom prepared the eucalyptus oil and coins. "Jaxon, take off your shirt and lie down," she said.
I lifted my shirt and lay down on the bed. The cold air felt piercing on my back before Mom rubbed the eucalyptus oil.
"You've got a great body, son. You must be the dream of many women in the city," said Mom with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.
I chuckled. "Ah, Mom, you're so funny," I replied. The atmosphere in this house always felt comforting, especially in its simplicity.
Sssss... my blood boiled to my scalp when her soft, delicate hands touched my back, causing the little guy in my pants to automatically wake up.
"Hehe... Mom, you're something else..."
"Do you have a girlfriend yet, son?"
"N–No, Mom, Jaxon hasn't even thought about dating yet."
Mom smiled upon hearing my answer.
"I want to find a girlfriend like Mom, beautiful and smart," I said without thinking... Oh no, I blurted it out, I thought to myself.
"Mom's son is all grown up now, he can already flirt..." she replied, then stopped scratching and told me to turn over. "Turn around, so I can massage the front too."
Mom smiled as I turned around and said, "Oh my, Mom's son is all grown up now. The little guy can stand up like this." She said while gently squeezing my erection, which had been hard since earlier.
"Eh... ehh... Mom, it hurts, I'm sorry if I'm being rude, but your hands are so soft they're making me aroused," I said pleadingly.
"You're starting to be naughty, go rest now, Mom's done massaging you." She said with a smile while pinching my ear.
"Ouch... It hurts, Mom!!"
"Who told you to be naughty? Feel it! Mom will pinch your little one too because he dared to stand up in front of Mom." My mom said while gently pinching my little one.
"Mom, don't pinch it! If my little one gets hurt, I won't be able to give Mom a grandchild, hahaha..." I said while laughing.
"Who told you to be naughty? Now you're feeling it, hahaha..."
"Mom, it's your fault. Because of you, my little brother woke up, and now that he's awake, it's hard for him to sleep." I said spontaneously. Oh no, my mouth can't be controlled at all. If Mom tells Dad, I might get kicked out, I thought to myself.
Without warning, Mom said, "Alright, come here, Mom will massage it, but promise you'll go to sleep right after."
Then she pulled down my boxers, and out came my fully erect penis. "Jaxonn!! Your junior is huge," she said, moving her hand up and down my penis.
"Eh... it feels good, Mom. Why do you think it's normal?"
"Normal how? This is huge for a kid your size, and yours is way bigger than Dad's."
And Mom immediately took my penis into her mouth, moving her lips up and down and playing with her tongue.
I reflexively grabbed Mom's hair and pushed her head deeper.
"Mom, it feels so good, ahhh...!!!"
Mom remained silent and continued to oral me.
Ten minutes later, the head of my penis pulsated. "Mom... I'm going to come..."
Mom ignored my words and started moving her mouth up and down faster.
With a deep moan, I couldn't hold it anymore.
My hot semen erupted inside her mouth in thick, pulsing bursts — seven times — and she swallowed every drop.
"Eehhhhh... It's so good, Mom!!" I said weakly.
Mom continued cleaning my penis by licking it and pulling up my boxers.
"There, the little one is asleep again. Now it's your turn to sleep, my naughty boy," she said, kissing my forehead.
"Thank you, Mom. I'm sorry for being disrespectful to you."
"It's okay, dear. Keep this a secret; don't tell anyone," she said as she stepped out and winked at me.
I just smiled, and because I was so tired, I fell asleep that night with a smile of happiness.