After I masturbated into my mom's mouth, Mom got dressed again and we resumed Jurassic Park. "Don't worry, you can see these again later," she said quietly as she slipped her long shirt back over her head, covering her wonderful boobs from my vision. But I could still see her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt.
I just stayed in my boxers and nothing else. It's pretty much normal for me to wear only that around the house.
I mean, who cares if your mom sees you almost naked? Nothing she hasn't seen before... And now that's really totally true! My mom had seen everything. And I think she liked what she saw.
Doctor Grant and the others were packing into the classic green and red Jurassic Park jeeps when Mom had a question for me. And this was actually a pretty normal question, totally normal mom-son stuff:
"Do you want grilled cheeseburgers for dinner?"
Grilled cheeseburgers, like Jurassic Park, are kind of a comfort thing for me. Even though Mom had helped me ejaculate earlier, she was still sort of operating in "Extra-Caring-Mom" mode, which didn't bother me at all.
Grilled cheeseburgers are when Mom grills up two hamburger patties, then slaps them in the middle of cheese sandwiches and grills those up on the stove. It's not quite a grilled cheese, it's not quite a cheeseburger, but man, can they... well, it's basically just a grilled cheese with a hamburger patty. So good.
_____
I kept watching the movie as Mom got to work in the kitchen. My eyes were on the screen, but in my mind, I kept seeing my mom's face as I was jerking myself off into her mouth. She looked like she was actually enjoying having her mouth filled with her son's semen. And she swallowed without any hesitation, at least none that I could see.
As opposed to Amber, who always gave me a look that made me want to apologize any time I finished in her mouth. She really doesn't like it, but she keeps offering to finish me in her mouth, even though it apparently grosses her out. And she always spits it out after I'm done.
Jeez. The more I thought about it... What was I even doing with Amber? She's all right, I like her pretty good, but I was beginning to wonder if she was really the right kind of girl for me.
Maybe I would need to dump her and find someone more like my mom.
_____
"Stephen, you wanna get the table ready?" Mom called from the kitchen as Dennis Nedry was working hard to shut the power down for the entire freakin' Dinosaur park. I still can't believe he actually did that. Greed can make people do crazy things, I guess.
I paused the movie and stood up to go help my mom set the table. It was just me and mom at dinner that night, as usual, since Mom and I lived alone. I didn't have any siblings, and my dad hadn't been around for a long time, so it was usually just me and her at dinner, or sometimes if Amber was around she'd join us for dinner.
Amber. My girlfriend. My girlfriend who, for whatever reason, I could not get it up for earlier that day. But with my mom, there hadn't been a problem at all.
If anything, I was insanely hard while I was jerking off in front of Mom. Like, as hard as I think anyone could possibly get.
But I think that's pretty normal. Yeah. It's normal to be really fucking hard when you jack off in front of your hot mom. Yeah, totally. And of course, if your hot mom shows you her massive awesome titties, it's only natural to stare at them like a hungry animal until you ejaculate wildly into her closed mouth.
Yep. Absolutely.
_____
"So, how's the movie?" Mom asked, mostly as a joke because we had watched Jurassic Park so many times.
"I'm not really sure yet," I replied after swallowing a delicious bite of grilled cheeseburger. "I'm just really hoping they'll be able to get it all figured out so Hammond can open the park and make a ton of kids really happy," I joked. Everyone knows that Hammond never gets to open the park.
"Oh, yeah. After all, money is power," Mom joked.
"Yep, and Shrek is love," I joked back.
Mom looked at me as she finished chewing and swallowing her last bite of delicious grilled cheeseburger, and for a moment I felt like I was seeing what her face looked like before she was a mom, before 9/11 had happened and before whatever housing crisis she had always talked about. It seemed like I was seeing her eyes from before the weight and worry of the world and the life of a mostly-single mother had weighed upon them in a way so subtle that I never would have noticed unless, at some point and even for just a moment, the weight vanished.
And then in an instant she was just my mom again. But I never forgot that look on her face, and I saw it more and more as the following weeks unfolded, and I loved her more each time I recognized it, and each time she was more beautiful than before, until at last I could not imagine anyone or anything holding my affection as tightly and dearly as she did so effortlessly.
After dinner, I wanted to be with her again. Even if it was just like before, and I mostly just jerked off with her watching. I wanted more, but I could never ask for that from her. Because after all, as far as I knew, she was just trying to make sure that I'm healthy. By making sure that I can get hard and ejaculate. She's worried about my heart. I can't just turn around and try to get my rocks off. Even though, I mean, I know that was part of the operation anyway.
But then she casually said the following things as she stood up and motioned with her fingers to pass her my empty plate:
"Now, Stephen," she began, carrying our plates over to the dishwasher. We had both cleaned our plates thoroughly enough that they could be popped directly into the dishwasher. I'm not the only one in this house who loves grilled cheeseburgers...
"I was thinking, when we do our little medical test again later... Uh, we are still doing that, right?" She glanced over at me as she bent over to load our plates into the lower rack of the dishwasher. I could faintly observe the swaying of her breasts as they dangled freely inside her shirt.
"Yeah, of course," I said, maybe a little too enthusiastically. Mom chuckled. Maybe she was relieved to hear me say that?
"Okay, good. So when we do that, I was wondering..." she sort of trailed off. Now she was shutting the dishwasher, washing her hands in the sink.
"You were wondering...?" I prompted her to continue.
Mom sighed and sat back down at the table across from me, and placed her elbows on the table. I noticed that the fronts of her breasts were digging into the edge of the table. No... the edge of the table was digging into her breasts.
Mom looked at me sweetly for a moment, sighed again, looked at her hands as she held them together on the table. Her arms, straightened out in front of her, had pressed her breasts together, and I was lucky enough that her shirt was pushed between them, outlining her cleavage nicely.
I exerted the effort to look up at my mom, and I felt a little guilty for ogling her chest like that. She looked at me sweetly and her face turned red. Okay, I felt a little better. Or a lot better. I glanced back at her chests for a moment because I couldn't help it.
"Yes, honey, I was wondering..." she cleared her throat. "I was wondering if you'd mind if I could, well, I just think it's important that we make sure your cock stays hard, if someone else plays with it?" She both asked and suggested.
My mouth instantly dried up from excitement. Was my mom suggesting that she would... make me cum?
"It's a little different when someone else is... well, operating the machinery. You know?" she added.
"Sure, I think that makes sense," I replied without much confidence. I had my hopes and I had my dreams, but I didn't want to just come out and be the one to suggest that my mom actually make me cum.
For all I knew, Mom could be planning to have me check with Amber soon, and that she and I would never have to do anything awkward again, like jerk off in front of the other, or show one's naked breasts to the other, or anything like that.
Just the thought of this all ending like that actually broke my heart a little bit. Luckily, Mom replied:
"Okay! And I don't see any other girls around here," and she made a sort of looking-around motion with her eyes, "so I guess I'll just have to do the honors, if you don't mind?" Was she purposefully pushing her breasts together even harder?
I laughed a little. "I don't mind." I said quietly, my words catching in my mouth.
"Can we go finish the movie?" Mom asked sweetly from the opposite side of our small round dinner table. I nodded. My mouth was too dry, and my heart was too excited, to speak clearly.
Normally, I would have dearly hoped that I could find it in myself to calm the fuck down and act normal and to not blow this incredible opportunity with the most beautiful woman I knew or would ever know.
But since that most beautiful woman was also my loving mom, I found myself in the unlikely position of being so eager and excited that I could for the moment hardly speak, while also being completely at ease mentally and with no doubt at all that I would be able to perform rigidly, and gloriously and without interruption.
Mom squeezed my fingers in her strong grip as she hastily led me back over to the living room couch. I sat back down, and Mom did not join me on the couch, instead she sat down on the floor in front of me, facing the TV. I opened my legs and Mom settled in between them, slinging one arm over my right thigh.
She gently caressed the bare skin of my knee and thigh. At times she would move her hand to my inner thigh, closer to my pubic region, and her light touch would at times make me ticklish. I unpaused the movie and we watched for a few minutes in this position.
_____
Gradually, mom's elbow moved closer and closer to my lap, and as my mom caressed my bare skin my penis began to grow hard again.
After a few minutes, Mom's elbow bumped the head of my penis. I was pretty sure she had intentionally moved her arm so that her elbow would end up in my lap like that.
"Oh, Stephen... sorry, was that your penis?" she said, turning around and partially facing me. She bumped it with her elbow again.
"Yeah," I replied quietly. "I think it's getting hard again, Mom" I told her hopefully.
"Oh, maybe I should look a little closer," Mom said casually as she turned around to face me fully. The movie continued to play behind her. Her feathery hair shook around for a moment as she settled into a kneeling position on the floor in front of me.
My mom gazed down at my crotch. My boxers were still on, and they were only just barely concealing my growing wiener, which pointed to my right.
I moved my left hand to my groin to pull my loose boxers to the side and expose myself to my mother, but Mom sort of swatted my hand away.
"I'm gonna drive this time, remember?" She looked up at me with her eyebrows raised, and a weird smile on her lips. I smiled back like a mentally challenged donkey.
"Okay, Mom," I replied, spreading both arms out to my sides and looking down at my mother's beautiful face. I was pleased to realize that although I was still excited as hell, my heartbeat had slowed down considerably and I could speak clearly.
Mom hooked her fingers around the waistband of my boxers. I knew the correct response: I lifted my butt up so that my mom could pull my boxers down and off of me. She tossed my boxers to the floor. I was fully naked in front of my mommy, who was still fully in her usual at-home clothes. My penis lay in my lap still pointing to the right, but gradually pointing more and more up towards my face as the excitement grew.
"Oh!" Mom exclaimed, shooting back up into a standing position using my knees as leverage to lift herself up. She took a couple of steps back, then turned back to face me. I'm not sure how to explain it, but the way she turned around was kind of sexy. Or maybe it just seemed that way.
"I almost forgot," Mom said casually as she pulled her oversized shirt up over her head. It caught on her breasts again, but this time it caught on both at the same time, and the smacked her in the chest with a sound loud enough that I almost worried about her. God my mom's boobs are amazing. Her nipples were soft right now, and her pink areolas spread across maybe one third of each boob.
"And we did agree to 'completely naked,' right?" Mom asked me, looking down at me quizzically with her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her cotton panties.
"Completely naked," I nodded confidently. Mom's face turned red. My penis was now pointing up at my face. If it still leaned to the right, it did so almost imperceptibly. I believe Mom glanced at it briefly as she pulled her underwear down to her ankles. She daintily stepped out of them and used her foot to toss them over on top of my boxers.
I loved seeing our underwear piled up together like that.
_____
I looked up at my mom's naked body. My eyes were all over her, but Mom's eyes seemed to be locked in one place.
With Mom standing in front of me like this, her vagina appeared simply as a perfect slit that extended up a couple of inches from her upper thighs. I observed that she trimmed her pubic hair as well -- her light brown stubble was maybe one-quarter-inch long. There was no visible razorburn, so I was would guess that she trimmed using an electric razor, same as me.
"You like?" Mom asked me, placing her hands proudly on her hips. She seemed very confident about her naked body. That's no surprise, my mom has an absolutely rocking body. But I found it endearing that she wasn't bashful even in front of her own son.
"Yeah, Mom," I told her truthfully. "You trim too?" I asked her, looking away from her crotch and up at her face.
"Mm-hmm," she replied, and she spun around quickly to show me her ass. As she spun, she reached back with her right hand, and just as her ass was facing me directly, she spread her right ass cheek and for a brief second I could clearly see her asshole.
Jesus god. If anyone had told me that morning that I would be fiending for my mom's ass a few hours later, I probably would have asked them what the hell they were talking about.
"Ta-daa!" Mom held her arms up proudly after she spun around.
"Mom, can you do that again?" I asked without thinking. I wanted to see again.
"Oh, you like my butt?" Mom asked with a giggle and spun around again, slower this time, but without spreading her ass open.
"Can you do it like before?" I asked timidly. I wasn't sure how comfortable my mom would be with the level of excitement that that particular sight had instilled in me. But my God I wanted to see again.
"Ohhhhh, I think I get it," Mom said slyly, and she turned around and now she stood still with her ass towards me, shifting her weight from one strong leg to the other, sort of slowly jiggling her butt cheeks in front of me.
Mom turned her head and she seemed to be looking back at me from the corner of her eye while keeping her body facing directly away from me. She sort of stood up partially on her toes as she reached back with both hands, her fingertips digging into her soft flesh, and slowly, slowly, spreading her ass open to show her son everything.
Her anus was fully visible, and appeared perfectly clean, although the skin there was a little darker. Below Mom's asshole her vagina was now a little more than just a perfect slit, but was still mostly closed because Mom's legs were still pretty close together. I could just barely see her pink vulva in between her outer labia.
Mom released her grip on herself, and her ass cheeks bounced back into place, jiggling for a few seconds before settling down. Mom turned around and slowly moved closer to me.
"Okay, hands-off, little man," Mom said as she approached me. I hadn't noticed, but I had begun to slowly stroke myself again. I observed the slight jiggle in her breasts as she slowly walked towards me. I obeyed my mother and removed my hands from myself. My penis had now lifted from my lap, and pointed directly up at me. If I had ejaculated right then, it probably would have shot all over my own face.
"I think it's ready," Mom said to herself, staring hungrily at my penis as she settled down on her knees in front of me.
Mom reached out and took the base of my shaft in her right hand. Then she did something really funny: holding my penis at the base of the shaft, she began "shifting" it around like the manual transmission of a car, while making engine noises with her mouth which changed pitch each time she shifted gears with my penis.
"I told you I'd be driving, remember?" she reminded me and we bough laughed pretty hard. She held my shaft gently as we did.
As our laughter died down, Mom placed her left hand on my shaft, just above her right. With her hands positioned this way, there was still about one inch of shaft above her left hand. She used this inch to gently stroke me up and down, keeping the tip of my penis carefully pointed straight up.
"There!" Mom exclaimed after a few more seconds. "It's leaking again. See, honey?" she looked back and forth from the tip of my penis to my face.
"So you've already ejaculated today, and you can still get this excited?" Mom said before casually taking the tip of my penis into her mouth. I felt her tongue slip over my urethra, collecting the fluid that had accumulated there. Mom swallowed.
"That's a really good sign," Mom said, beginning again to stroke her son's extremely hard shaft, still carefully pointing the unit straight up.
"Oh! Again!" Mom giggled. Another droplet had appeared on the tip of my penis. Mom quickly slurped it up. This time she did not take me into her mouth, but simply lapped her tongue over the tip, and swallowed. It was an incredible thing to plainly see my mom's wet tongue making contact with my penis like that.
Mom went through this routine several more times, and each time she seemed to be happier and even more surprised that another droplet had appeared. She swallowed every time.
_____
Eventually, one time when she cleaned me off, she did not take her mouth away from me.
After swallowing, she continued to kiss and lick at the head of my penis. A few seconds later, the head of my penis and half of my shaft were in her warm loving mouth.
I didn't mind. I always liked getting kisses from my mom.
"It feels so good, Mom," I told my mother. She looked up at me briefly and then got back to work. Over the next minute or so, as she worked my penis in and out of her mouth, she went farther down each time and now she was taking me fully into her throat each time she went down. Sometimes, when I was as far into her mouth as possible, she would gag briefly and I could feel it on the tip of my penis.
My mom was working hard. Working so hard to make sure her boy was healthy and could achieve hard erections and ejaculate properly. After another minute or so, sweat started to appear on her forehead near her hairline, and her skin became shiny with moisture.
After several minutes, Mom took me out of her mouth with a gasp for air. I realized that my penis had not left her mouth the entire time she had been sucking on it. She had been breathing through her nose, but I guess she wasn't getting enough oxygen that way.
Mom looked up at me, her lips glistening with moisture.
"I'm so proud of you, baby," she told me sweetly as she kissed the underside of my penis, the shaft covering part of her face.
"Is it hard enough, mom?" I asked her quietly.
"Oh, baby," Mom groaned, and she began to slide her right hand up and down my shaft, it glided smoothly thanks to all the wonderful saliva Mom had left all over it. "It is, but we still need to make you cum," she added, still slipping and sliding up and down my shaft, staring at it intently.
"Okay, Mom," I agreed with her. "That's important, right?"
"Yes, honey," Mom replied, and as she stroked my shaft, she began to gently lick and suck on my testicles. "Very important," she added.
"I really like that, Mom," I whispered to my mother. She replied by slurping one testicle fully into her mouth. Oh my god. She swirled her tongue over it for a few seconds, and then she brought the other one into her mouth at the same time.
She looked up at me with her mouth full of my balls while continuing to gently stroke my penis up and down with one hand. Her cheeks were puffed out a little like a chipmunk.
"I love you so much, Mom," I told her truthfully. There were no other thoughts in my mind.
"Hrm-ermpher-ooh" Mom replied with her mouth full. I couldn't help busting out laughing, which made my mom do the same thing. Her laugh escaped her mouth while my testicles were still inside, and her breath spat them out, with saliva being ejected all over my lap and my lower torso. My mom's warm saliva. It cooled quickly.
Us both still laughing, Mom began kissing up and down my shaft, her breath cool against my moist penis each time she laughed.
"You're a lot better at this than Amber," I said without thinking, but it was the truth.
"Honey," mom said sweetly, still kissing me up and down my shaft, "If Amber loved you like I do," and she paused to suck on the tip for just a second, then swallowed before continuing, "She'd probably do better," and then she quickly sucked up and down 3 times, taking me fully in and out each time, as if to prove a point.
"Hrk! Hrk! Hrk!" her throat made a little gagging sound each time she went all the way down. Her cheeks puffed out a little with each gag.
I'm not sure Amber would be able to suck as deeply and as quickly as my mom did. But, if Amber loved me as much as a mother typically loves her son, maybe that would give her some extra magical dick sucking blowjob power. It seems odd, but it kind of made sense to me.
"You look really pretty, Mom," I said again without thinking. And again it was the truth. Her hair touched my lap each time she went down.
Mom took me out again with another smaller gasp for air. Her hand ran briskly up and down my slippery shaft, making a wet squishing noise as Mom spoke to me. "Is this gonna do it, babe? Or do we need to try something else?"
"Like what?" I asked, my eyes focused on the action my mom was performing up and down the shaft and head of my penis.
"Like, what if I sat down in your lap?" she suggested, looking up at me while still stroking steadily.
_____
She couldn't possibly be suggesting what I thought. So what was the harm in my mom sitting in my lap when we're both naked and aroused? It seemed fine to me.
"Maybe you should," I replied.
Without another word, Mom stood up, pushing herself up from my knees. She stepped up onto the couch facing me, placing her right foot on the couch next to me. Then she shifted her left knee onto the other side, and in the same motion shifted from her right foot to her right knee.
Mom sat down on my lap. Her breasts were right in front of my face. She wigged her hips and my penis nestled in between her outer labia. Mom's short pubic hairs caressed the underside of my shaft, and I was surprised by how moist and warm she felt. She was so moist, in fact, that my shaft glided smoothly along her slippery vulva as she began to slowly grind against me.
I placed my hands on my mom's hips and instinctually increased her pace. I looked away from her chest and looked up at her beautiful face. She smiled and turned her torso partially to her right, positioning her left breast so the nipple was just a few inches from my mouth. I looked down at her breast and my mouth hung open.
"Go on, baby," Mom encouraged me. She held her breast up for me, like she was offering it to me.
I took her offer, slurping her wonderful nipple into my mouth for the first time in very many years. It shrinked and hardened in my mouth.
_____
While I sucked on my mother's chest, she reached down into my lap with her right hand so slowly that it seemed like she was trying to do it in secret. As she did, I took her breast in my hand as I kissed and sucked and licked at her nipple, squeezing it as though I was trying to make milk come out of it.
Mom didn't say anything to me. She took my cock in her hand and lifted her butt up from my lap. When she sat back down, I slipped effortlessly and completely into her dripping vagina. I held her shivering body close to mine and sucked her nipple so hard that later I wondered and worried if I might have hurt her (but she reassured me that it was fine, good actually, wonderful even).
I thought that I detected something salty coming from my mom's nipple after I began to suck it harder. Perhaps I was just imagining it. But the thought of drinking from my mom's breasts was very exciting to me.
"Oh, baby, it's been so long..." my mom sighed as she began to slowly grind in my lap, her wonderful vagina caressing every inch of my penis deep inside of her. I wasn't sure, but I thought I felt the walls of my mom's vagina squeezing my shaft up and down. I had never felt that during the few times I had had sex with Amber. And she was the only other woman I had ever had sex with at that point.
For a moment I regretted that I had lost my virginity to Amber, and not my mom. It would have been so much more special with my mom. But I didn't worry too much about that, because this was still pretty special anyway.
"Oh, Stevie, baby, it's been so long..." she said again, more quietly this time, and she grinded forward and back in my lap, not lifting herself up but only grinding forward and back, our crotches staying locked together.
I could tell that there were more words my mom wasn't saying. I was sure that she was thinking, "It's been so long since you were safely inside of me."
Oh no. Oh no. I was already getting close, too close, and I didn't want to stop, I never wanted to stop.
"Mom--Mom--" I stammered, holding her still by her wide hips, my fingers digging into her hips.
"What's wrong? What's wrong, baby?" my mother asked me sweetly. She caressed my neck and my hear with her hand.
"I'm getting close, Mom, but I don't wanna stop," I told her truthfully.
"No-no-no-no," Mom said sweetly, and she began to gently grind in my lap again, and I didn't stop her, but I would be able not last much longer.
"No, baby, don't worry about that," my mom reassured me. "Just go ahead and finish. We can always do it again."
As soon as I understood what she meant, I immediately began ejaculating deep inside of her.
_____
We can do it again. We can do it again. We can do it again.
My mother's words echoed in my mind as I held her close and unloaded everything as deep inside of her as I could go. Our naked bodies had become hot and sweaty enough that the skin of our bare stomachs and chests was able to slide around with no resistance. Her body was mooshed into mine so much that it might have been difficult for an observer to see where one of us ended and the other began.
"That's good, baby, that's so good, baby," my mom spoke sweetly, kissing the top of my head and running her fingers through my hair as I finished inside of her. I tried to get myself deeper inside of her, but I was already as deep as possible.
"There's so much..." Mom said as my orgasm finally began to die down.
Huh? Could she really tell... how much?
"You can tell?" I looked up into my mom's lovely face after I finally finished.
"Of course, baby. I can feel it, each time more comes out," she explained. "I can feel everything, baby." She bent down and kissed me gently on my lips. "I can feel every inch of your perfect cock," she added.
"It's perfect?" I smiled up into her face.
My mom caressed my cheeks and fondled my ear and ran her fingers through my hair.
"It's better than perfect. It's yours."
We sat there together for a long time, and I stayed inside of my mom for as long as I could.