My mom is a sonorous cleaning woman. She's got a really cute face, nice big tits, and the case of big ass that I've seen in many erotica, but the suddenly of it is.. She's kinda chubby and because of which, she has low self esteem. She's always been a bigger girl, that's probably how she got pregnant with me when she was still in eminent school, always putting out to get son to like her. But none of them really did and she ended up with me. I don't have it away my begetter, I have no mind if she ever knew who he was either, but it's always just been the two of us.

She dated, mostly to find a father for me I think. I don't remember most of them, but one of the last ones I recall, she came home base from a particular date and I was still awake in my elbow room. I heard her recount the babysitter goodnight and then there were some interpreter, hers and a man's. The talking died down and then it was still. I laid there wondering why she hadn't seminal fluid in to check on me, so I got out of bed and walked into the support room where I saw her kneeling in front end of a man who was sitting on the sofa. I only witnessed it for a second before I spoke up, but her side was looking down into his lap and her head was moving back and forth.

"mom ?"I said, standing at the boundary of the elbow room holding a stuffed animal. It startled them both way Thomas More than it should stimulate, and she jumped to her foot and the man squirmed around covering himself.

"sweetie what are you doing up ! ?"she said as she immediately led me back to my room. She got me tucked back in bed and told me to go to sleep, then went back out to her date. I don't think I ever saw him again, and from that pointedness on she hardly even dated anymore, until she finally stopped and it was just the two of us.

She's a wonderful mother. We went on trips and did fun thing, I was her unanimous world, and she often let me recognize it. Especially if the topic of her being 1 or me having a father ever came up.. She'd say affair like,"we don't need anyone else do we ? ?"and"you're the entirely man in my life right ? ?"of course I always agreed and it made me feel special. But honestly I didn't ever sense deprived or miss having a father, she filled both persona perfectly. She got me involved in all sorts of activities like sports and scouting, and she was always in attendance. This led to some issues over the class. When I was younger I had to defend her when kidskin would say she's fat, and as I got sr. I got into fight when boys made comments about her big tits. Until now we would still routinely fall asleep in the same bed and go out to the movies together, things like that.. This all changed.

I was tall and athletic and got onto the basketball team quickly, by my 2nd year I was the virtuoso, not only of the team, but of the state. This made me popular and my schedule filled up fast ! In addition to school and basketball I was in student governance, multiple clubs and in advanced year, all with the purpose of getting a disengage ride to college.. We lived one town over from an ELITE basketball schoolhouse and my dream was to go there.. But on top of this came company and girls.

My mom was proud of me and supported all my enterprise whole heartedly but the reality of having a teenaged son came crashing down on her one Friday when I went to a party rather than delay place and watch a motion picture with her. I had already been"growing up too fast"as she liked to put it, and virtually every weekday was filled with school and extracurriculars, but the weekends had remained the time for her to drop with her"peculiar guy"… until those too were taken away. social affair began to dominate my weekends and almost instantly I was getting engagement.

These were inexperienced person of course.. I was painfully awkward and had no game, but regardless, I had a undimmed future so girls put in the sweat. Which led to me getting my first blow job, it was nimble, but like nada I'd ever experienced, I was still a virgin, and had never even masturbated ( to be dependable, I've still never masturbated once in my life ). Now I didn't have a car, my mother and I weren't wealthy, so this detail little girl had to pick me up and motor on our dates. Afterwards she would bring in me home and, not always, but usually give me a bj in the front behind of her car, parked in the driveway. My simply ill ( not that I really had any foundation for equivalence ) was that when I came, she sat up and just let me jizz all over myself. It mostly got all over my boxers, but some would always get on my pants and I'd have to try and wipe it off with some napkin or something. It was just mussy than I'd have liked, and made the actual sexual climax troublesome and less rewarding than it should've been. I also had the embarrassment and uncomfortableness of going into the planetary house and trying to conceal any mess from my mother as I shot up to my way to clean myself off and alteration. But getting my hawkshaw sucked semi regularly was like hitting the lottery and she became my girlfriend.

All this went on for a few calendar week, and unbeknownst to me, it was negatively affecting my mom. She would ask if I had plans for the weekend, and when I told her I did, she would make scuttlebutt about eating dinner party by herself or something similar. I always took it as a joke, but her feel of aloneness and defection were brewing into bitterness. Initially she didn't mind the idea of me dating, seeing a future with orotund house dinner party and grandchildren, but the world was setting in that in ordination to get to that degree, I was going to be out of the planetary house rather than bringing my girlfriend over for dinner like mom always suggested. Of course this was because we wanted privacy, and it left my mother alone and annoyed.

Now usually she was either numb, watching TV or reading material when I got back at Night, which was always in time for curfew. And this night was no dissimilar, except that she happened to find the car's headlights as we pulled into the driveway. She put down her book to look my arrival through the front door, but I never walked in. Curious, she went over and looked out the window, it took her several second gear to process what she was seeing… me sitting in the rider seat with my center closed, seemingly alone in the car. Until she noticed the movement in my lap, the back of a head moving up and down, disappearing from sight behind the splashboard and reappearing slightly. ‘ So this was it ? !'she thought angrily to herself, ‘ this is why he wants to go out with her all the time ! For a blow job ! ? ’. Now the musical theme that I was sexually dynamic was not a huge issue. Sure maybe she didn't realize it would be so soon, but she knew it would materialize. And she wasn't exactly a puritan, so there was no wrath about her son getting a blow job per se, but what made her raging was that I was clearly abandoning her, my solely family, for something as trivial as a bj from some insignificant gamey schooltime bimbo !

So naturally, as wild parents usually do, she came bursting out of the house without thinking it through. She yelled, my lady friend was mortified, covering her font, I struggled to gourmandize my erection into my pant as my female parent threw open the car door and practically pulled me out. The car squealed as it shot down the route while my mother scolded and shoved me into the sign of the zodiac where I fled up to my elbow room. I was grounded, but there was no discussion about what had happened.

That workweek my girlfriend and I effectively broke up. I fulfilled any after school obligations each day, but afterwards I went straight house and to my elbow room. It wasn't until the espouse Friday that my female parent finally spoke to me.

"how is she ?"my mom asked flatly, while looking at her dinner plate, referring to my ex.

"we broke up."I responded. I saw her middle move a bit, this was a bit of a surprise to her.

"well, I know you're still grounded, but how about this weekend you and I do something ? Like a movie ?"she just brushed past the breakup news, secretly felicitous to hear it.

"no thanks."I said. I stood up, put my home plate away and went up to my room.

I was still grounded until the following weekend, and we still barely radius, or rather, I barely spoke to her. She had gotten what she wanted, for me to remain rest home, only I wanted null to do with her. I'd made plan with some admirer for the following Friday night, I was going to be rid and just wanted away from the house. I got out of the exhibitor and had a towel around my shank while I picked out clothes in my room when she walked in.

"what are you doing ?"she asked casually.

"getting dressed to go out."I answered, still very cold towards her.

"why, to go get a blow job ? !"she snapped, instantly regretting it.

"what ? ! ? !"I said, turning to her, insulted and in cushion. I expected her to apologize, or at least walk out, but instead she doubled down on her rash statement.

"you haven't spent any time with me in calendar month, why ? ! Just so you could go get a bj from some little high school bitch who I guarantee doesn't even do it that well !"she was just unloading on me now, probably not even hearing what she was saying to her own son."I get it, guys love getting their dicks sucked, I know, I used to do it a lot, and I was practiced, but for Christ interest did you have to spend ALL your clock time with her ! ? You couldn't have stayed home every early weekend or something ? ! God, if Id known that all you wanted was a blow job I'd have started giving them to you years ago ! At the very least I'd have given you head if it meant you'd pass some time with me ! Jesus !"she just stood there breathing hard. She'd practically yelled at me about how she would blow my dick, her own son, and now she was realizing it. I stared back, my eyes wide-cut. Her cheek softened with fear and disbelief in what she'd said. She debated just walking out of the room, but knew that at some power point she'd have to address this.. So instead she threw a Hail-Mary.."I'll give you a blow job right now if you stay home tonight !"she yelled it at me, but straightened herself up trying to look calmness and collected, but really she was terrified. But to her own surprise she wasn't scared of the sentiment of having to go through with it, but what might happen if I declined.. Really she'd already embarrassed herself and possibly damaged our human relationship, offering to blow me now really wouldn't do any Thomas More damage than had already been done, and on the off chance that I said yes, it would potentially negate all the possible negatives and we'd be all better… she looked at me for what she thought was an infinity, never in a million years did she ever think that she'd be standing here hoping to give way her son head ! But what's even crazier is that my answer was actually nearly instant.

"OK.. Fine."I said. I didn't hollo it out or anything, but I didn't have to imagine about it at all. My response surprised her, but she felt sculptural relief and nearly smiled. I just stood there, unsure of what to do, and she realized that.

"um, go ahead and sit down."She said as she started playing with her hands nervously.

I sat down on the edge of my bed, conveniently still in just a towel. There was a noticeable tent as my cock swelled with prediction of an incoming mouth. But there was more to it, I was excited that it was a new mouth, and I was strangely excited that it was my mother's. She seemed hesitant at showtime like she was trying to remember the steps to giving a guy a coke job. Her whisker was already in a shot glass keister but she fixed it to get all the hair out of her boldness. She dropped to her articulatio genus in front of me, never looking me in the face, I figured she was embarrassed or ashamed of what she was going to do, but all she was thinking to herself was ‘ alright, you need to puddle this the best one you've ever done !'but in reality, my younker and inexperience meant that to me, anything would be viewed as a great bj ! She opened the towel with a sort of professionalism, using two hands and parting it neatly. I thought she might stall, maybe to see if I backed out, but she didn't, she just started stroking it softly. Her other hand began fondling my balls, a whizz I hadn't yet experienced. She looked straight down my putz took a small breather and went down. She swallowed my whole prick and held it there, still kneading my chunk. I'd say I'm average in length, but pretty thick and veiney when hard, and this was the arduous I've ever been. She raised her head and removed me from her sassing, my pecker dripping wet, and she began stroking my slickened cock again. She lowered her head word, and I leaned back further resting on my elbows. She started kissing and licking my testis, I gasped. Her bridge player was moving them around, allowing her to slue her tongue across every inch of my fluid sac, all the while her other hand was rapidly working my spit covered putz. It had barely been a arcminute but I felt my orgasm begin to surface.

"I'm gon na cum."I barely muttered, embarrassed by the f number at which I was going to finish. My mouth was hanging surface and my optic were droopy, giving me a drugged look.. And tactile sensation.

I felt my incoming load surging through me, I knew it was going to spray across my lap, but to my surprise my female parent's mouthpiece dove down onto my dick, engulfing me just in time to catch the first shot of jizz. It was the biggest coming I'd ever had, my organic structure trembled and jerked involuntarily as I felt my bollock pump what felt like gallon of cum up and out of me. But the most amazing affair was watching my mother take it all. One hired hand still held my sac as it rose and fell, while the other stroked the base of my erection, urging the semen onward. Her head moved up and down slowly, barely even noticeable, just enough to incite her lips back and forth across the ridge of my swollen cock-head. I sprayed almost endlessly into her backtalk, powerful shots that would cause a lesser daughter gag, but she gave no indication that it was even happening, swallowing it all with ease. And when I was finished, spent from the most draining 2 bit of my lifetime, she simply lifted her head and wiped the corners of her mouth and licked her rim as if she'd just had a sense of taste of pixy mix straight from the pipe bowl. She looked my fork over for any messiness, but there was zero, just saliva. She used the sides of the towel to gently wipe the whole of my software package, including my thigh. And then she stood up and fixed her clothes.

"alright, now I'm going to go pull in dinner party !"she said happily, looking just like a mother talking to her son. She turned to walk out,"oh ! And we have mountain of shows to watch up on tonight ! ”, and she left.

I did the sound roleplay job of my life that night, trying not to be uncanny and pretending I wasn't still in the afterglow of my mother's blow job. She on the other hand was the felicitous and most lively I'd ever seen her. She gave no indication of regret or anything, and laughed and talked the entire time. I kept catching myself looking at her consistence now, something I'd never done before.

It finally got tardy and was bed clip, and I don't know if she sensed my awkwardness or had noticed my glances, but as I got up off the couch she looked up at me and spoke.

"listen, that get-go one went kinda quick didn't it ?"she said with a niggling smiling. I immediately knew what she meant and got embarrassed."why don't I do it again ?"she said while already reaching out and grabbing the waist of my elbow grease drawers and pulling me towards her,"you'll last longer this time."She was sitting on the put looking uncoiled ahead at my crotch as if she was talking to my member rather than me.

Of course of instruction I went with it, and stepped in front of her. She pulled down my exertion and boxers in one tug and let them sit at my knees. By the sentence she took me in her paw I was already fully put up and she simply leaned forward with her mouth heart-to-heart. She didn't use her manpower this time, they held my hip, and she pulled herself back and forth. She went very slowly. The elbow room was mostly black ( with the TV off ), the only noise was the rhythmic sound of wetness from her back talk, it was soothing more than erotic, like when you were a small kid and your mom played with your hair while you were falling asleep. My middle were fill up and I my deal were placed atop my headland to keep them out of the way. She removed her paw and placed them on her wooden leg, probably for better keep, but this somehow increased my pleasance ! Now the only thing touching my body was the inside of her mouth sliding against my shaft. I don't know if there's a scientific explanation for it, but this wizard was inexplicably advantageously !



Already I had lasted longer than before and I was thrilled because I really didn't want it to end. But of row it was completely out of my control.. And I began cumming. I was so enthralled in the experience that I didn't even think to evidence my mother that I was nigh, but really I didn't even experience myself, I simply started cumming.. Unlike the terminal clip where it came out like scattergun blasts, this one was more like a hose that had been turned on slowly. At first there was a spurting and then it just seemed to pour out in an almost constant flow of come, but calmly.. There would be little surges but really I was just faucet of cum running down my mother's throat. And boy was she a champ ! Her head teacher British shilling lessened, and turned into just sucking tenderly on the tip. Deep swallowing phone resonated like someone gulping down water supply. When I was done she stopped, pulled my tail end back up and tucked my cock back in as it just started to droop. She stood up and said goodnight and walked out. Leaving me to suffer there for several moments longer and bask the tingling touch.

The remainder of my high-school career was void of any non schooltime related kinship or socializing. Everyone eventually heard the story of me being caught getting head and being grounded, so I just used the report further as a combination of being grounded and needing to concentrate on getting into college. Eventually I stopped getting invited to party, and girls stopped showing interest. I did everything I needed to do each day and rushed dwelling house. My mother's back talk was servicing me multiple multiplication a day, and that's all I wanted.. Some bjs were on a sort of modus operandi schedule, like after schooling or before bed… former times she just noticed that I wanted one. I never had the nerve to actually ask, so I'd just get her attending to it, by rubbing my crotch while we watched TV or something.. She'd look down, see the bulge and take away it from there.

After MONTHS of me getting my dick sucked daily, we were back to being like we were when I was a kid. Going to the movies together or out to eat on Mother-son date ( often getting header in the car ). Mom was thrilled and I couldn't really complain myself. One night we walked upstairs and into my room, where I immediately began to absent my gasp for my bedtime bj.

"why don't you sleep in my bed tonight like you used to ?"she asked with a grin. Now I didn't really take in any protest, I figured I'd still get head, and if she liked the idea then it was OK with me, but before I could say yes she increased her crack to seal the deal.."we can have sex.."she said coyly. My mind briefly went blank.

"ya ok."I tried to vocalize calm.

"well I need to tidy up the bed, so you get unclad and Ill call up for you when I'm ready."I nodded and she left. Quickly I stripped, my peter springing up in presence of me, and then I just waited. Now really this shouldn't be that big of a business deal, I mean with the skill and frequence that my mother has been blowing me it's not like I needed to have sex too ! I wasn't really missing out on a great deal, or desperate for sexual release.. but I was still a virgin, and the estimation of putting my cocksucker in a pussy was very thrilling. Plus.. I hadn't seen a nude womanhood yet, so this too was going to be a outset for me."OK come in !"I heard her outcry from her way. I took a deeply breath a walked in.

When I opened the door to her room the lights were dimmed, I don't know if that was for her or me, but there on the bed was my mother, completely naked, on her hands and knee joint with her ass pointed at me. She was looking over her berm at me, smiled and then laid her head down on the bed, keeping her hindquarters in the air. It wasn't a small one, but it was HOT, like those big oiled up asses you see in a porn that has ‘ phat'in the championship. I walked forward, her cheeks spread encompassing, exposing her grab to me like an oblation. She was at the edge of the bed with her ft hanging off. Standing directly behind her my dick lined up perfectly with its goal, precum oozed out. I placed a hand on each cheek and pressing forward I slid in effortlessly. I told myself that I was going to go slowly, and flavor it, but that went right out the window and I was full-force-fucking my female parent after the bit stroke. It felt incredibly innate, the drift, the placement of my men, the bouncing of her ass off of my thighs creating an intrinsical rhythm.

Almost immediately I felt the stirring in my loin, the cum rising up. I probably could've stopped and waited to make myself end longer, but my dead body had no intent of doing that… I sped up.. I grasped her tightly, pulling myself deeper into her, and bollix my load, shuddering with each ejaculating spasm. I continued giving her tiny jabbing with each guessing, little smack of form accompanying my grunt, getting cushy until I was done. several mo after I had stopped I still stood there, almost unable to affect. My mother waited patiently, letting out long satisfied sigh. I doubt she climaxed, so she was more proud than satisfied. Proud of herself.. That her trunk, her ass, her snatch could still satisfy a man. Proud that a immature man ( and young peter ) could encounter her so desirable. Proud of herself for getting what she wanted and pleasing her son in the process… confident he was so pleased that she had no concerns about losing him again.

When finally I released her, I stepped back and slid out, still erect. She fell into the bed and laid on her back, gesturing for me to join her. I climbed in the bed, I was drained, tired and beginning to soften but even so, I leaned over and clasped one of her expectant breasts and brought it to my oral fissure. I devoured it like an brute.

"see.."she started,"we don't need anyone else do we ?"I mumbled in agreement,"that's my boy."She said quietly. She closed her optic and began running her finger through my hair as I suckled at her mamilla once more .