10 comments/ 208449 views/ 47 favorites Nothing's Too Much Trouble By: HexFactor I turned the key in the lock and trudged dejectedly inside the house. God, what a shit day! As if school wasn't bad enough already, I certainly hadn't needed double Chemistry and double Physics on the same sodding day to compound my misery! Add to that the fact that I'd been absolutely loaded down with homework, and I already had a pair of lengthy History and Geography assignments due by Monday, and my weekend was looking about as much fun as an Amish nightclub. I might not have minded even that, were it not for the fact that Julie, my supposed girlfriend, had cancelled on me for tonight, so I wouldn't be breaking up the non-stop fun and games that way either. What a bummer! I slouched my way inside the living room and dumped my coat and bag on the table, then slumped on the sofa. 'Hi honey,' Mum called from the kitchen. 'How was school?' 'Terrible!' I called back. I stood up and unbuttoned my shirt. 'Don't forget to give me your shirt for the wash.' 'Way ahead of you, Mum,' I called back. I tossed the shirt on the table next to my coat and slumped back down again. Mum poked her head around the living room door and flashed a smile at me. 'Where is it then?' 'Sorry, Mum. It's right here.' I started to get up again, but Mum was having none of it. 'Stay put, Mister. I've got it.' Mum fairly skipped across the room to the table, whipped my school shirt from it, winked at me, then disappeared back into the kitchen. 'I'll be right with you.' I smiled to myself. Mum was always so pleased to see me. No matter how pants my day at school had been, it always felt great to come home and be so completely welcome! My mother's spirits simply lifted when I was around, and it was hard to stay downbeat for long when in the presence of someone who so obviously wanted me there. As far as she was concerned, she couldn't be happier to see me if I was handing out winning lotto tickets. For as long as I could remember, my mother and I had been close. Some boys seemed to drift apart from their mothers as they advanced through adolescence and into young adulthood, but not me. If anything, our bond had grown stronger over the years. Perhaps it was the absence of a father; my own had died when I was still a baby. I had no memory of him, however my sister, being a couple of years older than me, did remember her daddy, just about. Whether because of his absence or not though, my sister and I had a great relationship too. In fact, we got on like a house on fire, as did she and Mum, so perhaps it was genetic! Just one small, but happy family. 'Did you get much homework, honey?' Mum's disembodied voice enquired. 'And the rest!' I called. 'My weekend's going to be spent chained to a bloody desk!' 'Language, Thomas!' Mum scolded; I could hear the smile in her voice though. She pretended not to like me swearing in the house, but it really didn't bother her that much. 'I'm sorry to hear about the homework, dear,' she added, coming back into the living room wiping her hands on a towel. She neatly folded it and placed on the side before bouncing over to me with her smile still in place. I looked at her and remarked to myself yet again just how beautiful she was. At 44 she might have been wilting at least a little, but Mum really had looked after herself. She had the slim, trim figure of woman half her age, and consequently was the envy of her friends. If asked, she would politely point out that going swimming and doing aerobics five times a week might have something to do with it, but in private to me liked to add that if her friends wanted a body like hers, then perhaps they should get off their increasingly well-padded backsides and follow her example, instead of warming their sofas nightly and shovelling endless cakes and pies down their necks. Mother's face was smooth and lovely, with just the barest beginnings of lines where crow's feet and wrinkles would doubtless one day take up residence. For now however, they were kept at bay, and her dazzling smile, bright blue eyes and flowing brunette hair made her gorgeous in my eyes. However, if there was one thing that really stood out for both of us, it was her boobs. Perhaps it was wrong of me as her son to say so, but she really did have a cracking pair of 36FF's! She certainly seemed very proud of them and wasted no opportunity to flash a little tasteful cleavage if the occasion allowed it. 'So tell me about your homework,' Mum beamed, settling herself on the floor in front of me. 'Well for starters, Mr Merryweather has set a simply horrendous set of chemistry reactions to explain!' I grumbled, reaching down to unbutton my trousers. Mum knocked my hand away and did it for me. 'Well that sounds difficult,' she sympathised, unzipping my flies and gently tugging my trousers. 'But that's not the half of it! This is all really advanced stuff, most of which we haven't even covered in the lessons yet!' 'Lift your bum, dear,' Mum said briskly, then completed the task of removing my trousers. 'Well, that doesn't sound very fair. How are you supposed to know that?' 'Exactly!' Mum had moved onto my underpants, which she expertly removed without the same fuss my trousers had caused. 'He seems to think it will be good for us to think through the chemical equations, but some of the stuff is really tricky. I doubt I'll be able to do even half of it, but he wants to see all our working!' Mum gently spread my legs wider, then shuffled in closer to me and cupped my testicles. She looked puzzled. 'What do you mean, 'see all your working'?' 'It means we can't get away with not attempting a question, even if we can't do it. We have to show how far we got in trying to solve them. Basically, it means spending ages trying to fathom stuff I don't understand and have little chance of solving!' 'Well, I think that's mean!' Mum declared. Her left hand continued gently cupping my balls, whilst her right began massaging my rapidly growing hard-on. 'I've got half a mind to ring the school and complain!' 'Please don't!' I cried hastily. I was pretty sure Mum was joking, but it was sometimes hard to tell with her. When it came to her only son, she always stuck up for him! 'I'll just have to try my best and hope it's good enough.' Mum frowned, clearly unhappy with mean old Mr Merryweather. 'And your other homework?' she asked, before dipping her head forward and slowly sucking my cock into her cheek. 'Miss Friedel has nearly been as bad!' I exclaimed, adjusting my position slightly so Mum could more comfortably fit me in her face. 'How so?' she slipped my throbbing dick from her mouth to enquire, then tenderly licked my sperm-laden balls. 'She's given us a full mock Physics exam to do!' 'What?!' Mum demanded, jerking my cock firmly. 'That's it. A full mock exam which is supposed to take two and a half hours to complete! Sometimes I think these teachers think theirs is the only subject that matters.' Mum tutted disapprovingly, then slipped my swollen penis back inside her warm wet mouth and set about sucking it with gusto. Her right hand continued jerking me in time with her bobbing head, whilst the one on my balls maintained its tender fondling. The feeling was sublime! Mum's blowjobs were so much better than my girlfriend's... when Julie could be bothered to give them at all, that was! I was lucky if I got one a week from her, but Mum always insisted on sucking me off as soon as I got home every day. As she had explained to me many times, a young man has raging hormones which he can't control, and it leaves him feeling horny all the time. Without release, the pent-up tension and frustration can drive a young man to distraction. The best way to alleviate those feelings was to regularly drain his balls, and who better to do the job than his own mother? Of course there was masturbation too and Mum had ensured I was well aware of it and how to do it from an early age, but as I grew older my needs had grown too, and Mum had recognised this. Every young man wants to have sex, she had explained on my 18th birthday, and every mother should love her children unconditionally. Since a good mother always wants what's best for her children, it quite naturally followed that if that meant regularly swallowing a healthy dose of cum from the balls of her baby, or letting him give her tight snatch a good pounding on a regular basis, then that was a price she was quite prepared to pay! 'Anyway,' I continued, unhappily, 'with the two special assignments for History and Geography to complete as well, the last thing I needed was to be loaded down with sodding Chemistry and Physics as well!' 'You poor thing!' Mum cooed, between slurping sucks. I stroked Mum's head as it slid up and down my pulsing shaft, then gently pushed it downwards to signal I was ready for some deep-throat. Mum obliged with a squeal of delight and sank her head right down my length until her nose nestled in my pubes. My cock felt divine, safely encased to the root in the tight warmth of my loving mother's throat. I knew no harm could come to me when I was fully inside her like this. I felt completely safe and protected and loved at the same time. Mum reached around behind my bum and pulled me closer to her, anxious now to get as much of me down her throat as possible. She savoured the moment, worshipping the feeling of having her son's raging boner filling her throat to capacity, then slowly lifted herself back off my pole, took a single deep breath, then slid all the way back down again until she could lap my bollocks with her tongue once again. She swirled it round my sac, wetting it thoroughly, then gently used her free hand to ease my washed balls aside so she could lavish some attention on my taint. I really loved it when Mum did that, and I usually couldn't stand too much of it before blowing my load. Today was no exception. 'Oh God Mum, that feels wonderful!' She didn't remove herself from my dick, but instead made a contented 'Mmmm' noise as she increased the pace of her taint-wash, whilst massaging my cock with her throat. I was getting very close now, but I had been taught my manners well enough, so I stroked Mum's flowing hair again and said, 'OK, Mum. I'm nearly there!' Just then my sister Stacey came bouncing down the stairs in her panties and a tiny T-shirt. She greatly resembled our mother and had certainly inherited her stunning figure and boobs, which jiggled freely beneath her tiny top like a pair of melons on elastic. 'Have either of you seen my hair straighteners?' she asked, glancing about the room and not batting an eyelid at the sight of her own mother deep-throating her brother. When neither of us answered, and seeing no trace of the missing tool herself, she skipped over to us and knelt down beside her mother. 'Ooh Mum, that looks tasty!' she exclaimed. 'Can I have a go? Pleeeease?' Mum rolled her eyes and smiled around my pulsating prick. She raised her eyebrows to me questioningly. I looked at Stacey and she smiled back hopefully, then lifted her top up to reveal her beautiful breasts. 'Pleeeease?' she begged again, this time pouting and trying her best to look like a little lost puppy, albeit one now pulling her knickers to one side to show off her scrummy snatch. I stared at her for a moment, then laughed and shook my head in resignation. 'OK, OK,' I cried, defeated, throwing my hands up. 'If Mum doesn't mind, but I warn you now, I'm right on the edge of cumming!' 'Ooh yummy!' exclaimed Stacey excitedly, the puppy-look instantly being replaced with one of pure lust. Mum withdrew herself from my rigid stick and turned to face her daughter with another eye-rolling smile. 'You know, you can suck him off whenever you like. Why you always have to do it when I'm in the middle of doing it is quite beyond me!' Stacey smirked at Mum's mock exasperation. Just as we all knew it was the sacred duty of all good mothers to suck off their sons whenever they required it, we also knew a good mother would never refuse her daughter such a simple wish as finishing off her brother's blowjob. Mum gave Stacey a withering stare for a few seconds longer, then sighed. 'OK, you can finish him off.' 'Yippee!' 'BUT,' Mum intoned, 'if you're going to do that, at least get that tasty pussy of yours out of those silly panties and let me give it a good tongue-lashing!' 'Whatever you say, mother!' beamed Stacey, whipping off the offending item, then leaning forward in a doggy position to engulf my cock whilst presenting her smooth-shaven quim to my eager mother's diving tongue. 'Ooh, Mother!' she cried as her cunt felt a pair of thumbs parting its tender folds to allow better access for the probing tongue lapping away at it. 'You're so much better at eating pussy than my girlfriends! Rita, Susan, Linda and I are forever munching on each other's minges, but none of us compares to you! I really must introduce their pussies to you.' 'Yes, you must!' Mum panted with excitement. 'Rita's simply gorgeous; I'd love to wrap my lips around that cutie-pie's twat. Which ones are Susan and Linda, dear?' 'They're the sisters. Susan's the stunning one with the big tits and nice ass, and Linda... well actually come to think of it, they're both pretty stunning with nice tits and asses!' She paused for a moment, thinking. 'Susan and Linda are the ones that used to pick me up for netball practice.' Mum halted her cunt-munching momentarily in thought, then her face lit up as recognition dawned. 'Oh yes! Susan and Linda, of course! Oh yes, you must definitely introduce their delicious vaginas to me!' 'Er, excuse me!' I exclaimed in mock disgust. 'I thought you were here to suck me off, not set up mother's next cunt-lapping session!' 'Sorry!' both women said in unison, then looked at each other and burst out laughing. 'Come on,' said Mum. 'Thomas needs his balls draining. I doubt he got any at school today, so the poor thing hasn't cum since he spurted up my snatch this morning, so get to it, there's a good girl! And as for you Thomas, I promise to make it up to you. I'll give myself a thorough enema and you can spend the rest of the evening pounding my tight bumhole. How does that sound, young man?' 'That sounds great, Mum!' I exclaimed as Stacey sucked me back into her mouth and started blowing me in earnest. 'Well, it's the least my baby deserves! Now hurry up and cum in Stacey's mouth so you can start regaining your strength for Mummy's yummy bum. I want your pecker as stiff as a poker when it slides in and out of my bottom, young man. That did it! I loved it when Mum talked dirty to me and it was more than enough to send me over the edge and start me shooting rope after rope of thick sticky cum into my sister's eager mouth. Stacey looked like the cat that got the cream as she enthusiastically swallowed every drop I deposited in her lovely face. Spurt after heavenly spurt erupted against the roof of her wonderful mouth and I cried out in satisfaction. Stacey held onto my cock for nearly a full minute after I finally stopped cumming, refusing to let it slip from her lips until she felt certain she had extracted every last delicious sperm. She finally let it go with a wet plop as she gave it one final suck, then smacked her lips together contentedly as she returned her undivided attention to the expert licking our mother was giving her. Mum ceased her ministrations momentarily however and looked at me and winked. 'OK honey, you'd better get yourself upstairs and get cracking on that homework if you're going to be ploughing my bum later.' I laughed. 'OK Mum, whatever you say!' I paused for a moment, watching the pair of them as Mum quickly stripped off her clothes and switched Stacey into a delightful 69. 'You know, you really are very good to me.' 'Nonsense!' exclaimed Mum. 'You should know that nothing's too much trouble for my boy.' Nothing's Too Much Trouble Ch. 02 Three and a half interminably long, tedious, slogging hours later, I finally put my pen down and pushed myself away from the desk. Christ, I hated homework! It was just past eight o'clock in the evening, I was hungry, my wrist ached, my brain was frazzled and I'd had more than enough! I'd got it all done though. Get stuffed, Mr Merryweather and Miss Friedel, I thought triumphantly. You can shove your Chemistry and Physics homework up your asses and fuck off while you're doing it! I'd finished it. Not just some of it, but all of it, and whilst I'd hated every single moment of it - time seemed to become plastic where homework was concerned and could stretch a mere sixty minutes into something that felt more like two thousand and sixty - I'd finally finished the lot!... How well, remained to be seen of course; I may have just committed the biggest waste of time since Playboy magazine's big Iranian launch, but that was something to worry about another day. For now, my work was done. True, I had some more stuff to do over the coming weekend, but for the time being, my time was gloriously my own! I closed my textbooks, gathered up my pen, calculator and notebook, and shoved the lot unceremoniously in my schoolbag, then stretched like a cat and yawned loudly. As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. Mother didn't wait to be invited, but simply bustled into my bedroom with a large tray of items which she set upon the desk in front of me. "Hi honey," she said almost apologetically. "I know you don't like to be disturbed when you're working, but it's gone eight o'clock and you haven't eaten yet. A young man needs his strength, so I don't want to hear any arguments; you're going to stop what you're doing and have something to eat!" She stood implacably before me, arms folded and eyes stern. "Well actually Mum, I've just finished, so your timing's perfect." My mother's beautiful grin lit up her face in delight. "Excellent! Well, in that case, I've brought you up a nice hamburger and chips. Tuck in!" Her arms sprang into action ferrying the plate of food the enormous distance of three feet from where it rested on my desk to my waiting lap. "You know, these work," I replied, lifting my own hands and giving Mum an exasperated sigh. "I'm not an invalid, mother." "I know, dear, but you work so hard and I want you to know how special you are to me. Now less talking and more eating!" It was clear Mum meant what she said, so I shrugged and got started on the task of getting outside of the burger and chips. "Mmmm!" I hummed appreciatively, swallowing another tasty mouthful. "This is delicious. Thanks Mum." "My pleasure," she beamed, unbuttoning her blouse. "Glad you like it. I know it's not McDonald's, but I do try my best." "Oh don't worry, it's a lot better than McDonald's, and at least we don't have to call chips 'fries' and pretend that's normal for this country. Which reminds me; I got an e-mail from my American pen pal this morning." "That's nice dear," Mum replied, slipping her top off and uncovering her magnificent bare breasts. "How is he?" "Oh he's fine, but I did think he was a little rude." "Oh?" Mum looked at me sharply, jolting to a halt in the act of unzipping her skirt and making her boobs bounce delightfully. "How so?" "Well, it's nothing really, I suppose. It's just that I mentioned you in my last e-mail and I referred to you as my Mum, spelled M-U-M. In his reply, he tried to correct me, saying that in the States it's spelled M-O-M." "I see!" exclaimed Mum, clearly unimpressed. "And have you pointed out that you don't live in America?" Mum finished unzipping her skirt and I squeezed the last couple of chips into my mouth and took a sip of Coke, before replying, "Well not yet. I haven't had a chance." "Well when you do, would you kindly point out to him from me that America is perfectly entitled to mangle the language any way it sees fit, but what it's not entitled to do is criticize an Englishman for using the English language the way it is spoken and written in England! Bloody cheek!" She thrust her skirt down to her ankles with some force in her annoyance, revealing her perfect shaved pussy, then stepped out of the material and swiped it up in one bold movement. "Well, yes that's true," I replied carefully, trying to think of a way to cool my mother's rapidly rising temper. When it came to anyone criticising her boy, her patience was thinner than William Shatner's hair. "I don't think he meant anything by it though, and I'm sure not all Americans would think the same as him." "I should bloody well hope not! What a nerve! Coming from someone who can't spell the words aluminium, humour, tyre, or the colour grey, I'll thank him to keep his so-called 'corrections' to himself!" Clearly still fuming, Mum hurled her skirt onto the bed, then all but snatched my empty plate from me, before setting it back on the tray next to the sponge and bowl of water she'd also brought in. "OK, I'll let him know you weren't happy," I appeased, then quickly changed the subject. "I got all my homework finished." That did the trick! Manoeuvring the topic of conversation back to me and my achievements was a sure-fire way of diverting Mum's attention. Her smile instantly reappeared like the sun coming out from behind the clouds, and she almost seemed to glow with pride. "Do you mean you finished both your Chemistry and Physics work?" She bobbed up and down on her toes in excitement, stark naked before me and bouncing her beautiful breasts once more. Mum had an extremely strict policy when it came to underwear; she never wore any. "Yes." "All of it?!" "Yes." "Well done, Thomas!" Mum sprang forwards and gave me an enormous hug, mashing her fabulous 36FFs into my face and scraping her erect nipples across my lips and cheeks in the process. She eventually let me go and immediately hauled me to my feet. "You are a good boy! Do you mean you even did all those difficult chemistry reactions?" "Yes," I replied simply, as she quickly undid my trousers and slid them down my legs. "At least as far as I could. I don't think I've got them all right, but I attempted every one and have written a sensible looking answer for each." "You are clever!" Mum enthused, tapping my right leg. "Lift." I did as I was told and raised my foot to let her slip my trouser leg off, then repeated the process with the other foot. "And what about that awful mock exam you got from that cow Miss Friedel?" Mum had moved onto my underpants now and was busy whipping those off at speed. "Yes, I finished that too. It was really hard." "I should think it was!" Mum exclaimed, gently grabbing my expanding cock and wanking it lovingly. "I think that was far too much homework to expect you to do in one night! Do they think you have nothing else to do?" Mum dipped forward and sucked my penis deeply into her mouth, jerking it authoritatively whilst doing so. "I sometimes think you're right," I replied, disconsolately. "They seem to give us no end of it!" "Well," Mum announced, popping my cock from her mouth and giving it a final couple of strokes to ensure it was at full mast, "I think you've done really, really well, Thomas and you deserve a treat." With that, she spun me around and pushed me against my desk, gently spreading my legs apart as though I'd been a naughty boy who was about to get a jolly good spanking. I quickly yanked off my T-shirt and glanced back over my shoulder and drank in my mother's beautiful body. She stood there as naked as the day she was born and a more perfect sight I couldn't remember seeing. It was certainly one I never tired of looking at! "Wow, Mum! You look fantastic." "Oh, you old flatterer!" she gushed, blushing slightly, but thrilled at the compliment. She turned and picked the bowl and sponge up from the tray. "I wish I was as young as Julie." She spoke my girlfriend's name with a slightly disapproving tone. "I don't. I think you're perfect the way you are." "Thank you, Thomas. And I couldn't wish for a more perfect son!" With that, I bent forward over my desk and let Mum get to work. She began by dipping the sponge in the bowl of soapy water, wrung it slightly to stop it dripping, then carefully started washing my anus with it. The warm water and soft sponge felt great on my sensitive asshole and she wiped it thoroughly. She paid special attention to cleaning a knuckle or two's depth inside it, as well meticulously cleansing the outside. "Mmmm... that's nice, Mum." Mum dipped the sponge back in the bowl to rinse it, then repeated her careful washing, playing the soft cleanser delightfully all over my exposed ring. God it felt good!... But not as good as what I knew would follow next! Mum removed the sponge and stood back for a moment to admire her handiwork. Satisfied that she had done a proper job, she plopped the sponge back in the bowl and gently patted my ass dry with a fluffy towel, then knelt behind me. "While I think of it dear, don't let me forget to put the milk bottles out tonight," she said thoughtfully, then leant forwards and slid her tongue across my bare bumhole. "OK Mum, I won't... Ooh! That feels great!" Mum withdrew her writhing tongue long enough to reply, "Glad you like it honey." She reached between my legs and grabbed my rock-hard penis, then started slowly wanking it with a firm, motherly grip. "Now just relax and let Mummy give you a nice good rimming." With that, Mum pushed her tongue straight up my rectum and gave me the licking of a lifetime! For five full minutes of wanking, tongue lashing ecstasy, she swirled and probed her soft moist tongue into and all over my naked anus, whilst simultaneously tossing me off. Sometimes she would gently lick with just the tip of her tongue, other times she swiped my ass with the whole thing, as if she was eating a melting ice lolly. She rained kisses all over my spread butt cheeks and ring, letting me know how much she loved me. She flicked her eager tongue in small circles across my puckered hole, teasing it, but always ensured she went back to spend a goodly amount of time with it buried as deep as she could get it inside me. And throughout the whole blissful experience, she maintained her expert, loving jerking of my throbbing cock, as only a mother could to her son. This was all something Julie would never do! My girlfriend had recoiled in horror the one and only time I suggested she try rimming my ass. Pointing out that my bum would be squeaky clean first didn't alter her opinion that it was disgusting and dirty! Luckily for me, Mum had no such qualms. My late father had insisted on a good rimming before each and every fuck, so my beautiful mother had informed me the first time she had offered to do it for me. I must confess, I was a little unsure whether I would like it or not that first time. The act did indeed sound rather dirty, and in the most literal way possible too. However, Mum assured me she didn't like the taste of shit any more than I did, and that I would be properly cleansed before her tongue even touched me. Even so, I was still a little uncertain. Whilst I believe in a live-and-let-live approach to life and certainly have no problem at all with gay men, I knew I wasn't one, and rimming seemed to me to be something of a gay act. However, any qualms I may have had disappeared as soon as Mum's tongue did the same up my bumhole! It didn't just feel good... it felt fucking fantastic! I simply couldn't believe how great it was, and I knew immediately this would become a regular part of Mum's daily duty to me; as indeed it has. These days, as far as I am concerned, anyone that says they don't like being rimmed has obviously never tried it! Just then my mobile phone rang on the desk next to me. It was my best friend Scott. "Hey, dude!" I answered. "Hey yourself," said Scott. "What's up?" "Mum's tongue," I replied. "Oh, you lucky bastard! You know, any time your Mum wants to rim my asshole, I'm ready and willing!" I laughed. This was an old joke between Scott and me. "Yeah, and I'll screw your mother while she eats out mine!" Scott laughed back. Like most of the boys in my class, Scott regularly fucked his mother too. Much like my own, she also recognised the importance of relieving her son's sexual tension on a regular basis to maintain his wellbeing. In his case, she had to do it behind her husband's back as she feared he wouldn't understand, so she and Scott had to do a lot of sneaking around to make it happen. Scott knew I didn't have that problem, since my own father was out of the picture, and it sometimes made him a little jealous. Mum briefly pulled her tongue out of my backside to call out loudly, "Hi Scott!" "Hi Mrs Charles!" he shouted back, deafening me. "Dude!" I cried. "My fucking ear! Just say what you want and I'll pass on the message!" I rubbed my ear and turned to Mum. "Scott says 'Hi' back." "I do like Scott," enthused Mum between ass licks. "Such a nice, polite boy. We really must have him and his mother back round here one evening soon for supper and sex. He was a lovely fuck and that homemade pecan pie his mother brought with them last time was nearly as tasty as her juicy cunt! Your sister Stacey certainly thought so, which is more than she could say about your poor Aunt Hilda's sorry quim!" "OK, I'll let him know." Mum returned to her rimming duties and I put the phone back to my ear. "Hey Scott, Mum says she'd like you and your Mum to come round again one evening." "Superb! Your Mum and sister are great screws, dude! I can't wait to bury my pecker inside 'em again!" "Yeah, well you'd better let your Mum know I want to fuck her ass at least twice this time. Last time I could barely pull her mouth off my cock long enough to stick it anywhere else! Is she half vacuum cleaner or something?" "Dude, my Mum loves sucking cock! Don't complain about it. I never do." I laughed again. Scott's Mum was nearly as eager to please as my own when it came to sex, but she did have a virtual obsession with giving blowjobs. Scott once told me he thought it stemmed from it being the easiest sex act to cover up quickly if his father put in an unwelcome appearance. Personally, I think the woman just loved the taste of sperm! "Anyway, dude," Scott continued breezily. "I wanted to see if you had the answers to questions nine and ten on the chem homework?" "Might do," I smiled. "What's it worth?" "I'll let you fuck my Mum." "Dude, she let's me do that anyway." "Yeah? OK, I'll ask her to wear a strap-on and do you up the ass then." "Ouch!" I laughed. "Sorry, dude, my Mum's tongue is the other thing that goes up my asshole, but hey, whatever floats your boat; if that's the sort of thing you like, I'll buy you some lube for Christmas." "Very funny. Hey man, about those questions?" I grinned silently, enjoying stringing him along. I paused just a little bit longer, savouring the feeling of Mum's anal ministrations, then finally said, "Weeeell, if you promise not to be such a whiny little girl about it..." I laughed out loud, unable to maintain the pretence. "Of course you can have the answers, dude. I'll text them to you later." "Oh, dude, you're a legend! I owe you one!" "Tell your mother to pay me back," I grinned and ended the call. Mum's steady masturbating of my hard-on drew to a close as she slowly pulled her adoring tongue from my crinkled hole and playfully swatted me on the buttocks. "OK, Mister. Time for something else, I think!" I could have asked her to continue rimming me and she naturally would have, but I wasn't about to complain. If there was one description that applied to my gorgeous mother it was 'accommodating', and it would be selfish to deny her a change if that's what she wanted. "OK, Mum. What do you fancy? Ready for that bum-fucking yet?" "Ooh, you know I am!' she growled sexily. "Is that what my baby boy wants next? To stick his stiff willy up his Mummy's tight bumhole?" "I do, but let's not rush things," I replied, knowing that a small delay would only drive Mum's lust even higher. "First, I'd like to breastfeed from my dazzling, beautiful, stunning mother!" "Oh good boy!" Mum panted. She immediately sat her bare behind on my bed and patted the duvet next to her. "And while you suck my big boobies, I'll wank your stiff cock for you." "Sounds like a plan to me!" I replied, laying down on my back next to her with my head in her lap. "Wow, your nipples look good enough to eat!" Mum cradled my head gently and fed me her left breast, which I immediately began to suckle. "Don't let me stop you!" She took my hard manhood back in her skilled grip and recommenced her steady jerking. "Mummy wants her favourite boy to just enjoy himself. Suck Mummy's lovely big boobs! Suck them like you did when you were a baby! I love it when my sexy son sucks my big tits. Kiss them! Nibble them! Lick them! Love them!" I released her erect nipple from my mouth, gently dragging my teeth across the stiff rubbery flesh as I did so. "I do love them! I love everything about my wonderful Mummy!" "Oh baby!" she cried, almost weeping with joy and lust. It always drove her crazy with desire when I called her Mummy, and she thrust a nipple the size of an organ stop back in my mouth and started showering my face with kisses. She also picked up the pace of her wanking, and I knew I wouldn't be able to take too much more of this! "Baby, baby! Mummy loves you so very much! You are my perfect big baby boy. Mummy loves it when she makes you happy! She loves sucking your big cock for you. She loves swallowing your delicious creamy cum. She loves sticking her tongue up your bumhole. She loves breastfeeding you, and being spanked by you, and tit-wanking you, and French kissing you! Mummy loves it when you do whatever you want to her, but most of all, Mummy loves it when your big hard prick is deep inside her!" She broke off and took my head in both her hands, softly pulling her teat from my mouth and looking me straight in the eye with more lust than I had seen there in ages. "Mummy needs her perfect, handsome Thomas to be ever such a good boy and stick his big hard willy up her tight pussy. Please fuck me, Thomas! Fuck me good and hard!" Mum was panting again like some kind of animal, and the red-lust I still saw in her eyes told me that if I didn't fuck her right now, she'd probably only try to rape me anyway, so I smiled back at her and gently replied, "OK Mummy. Lie back and spread your cunt." "YES!" Mum gasped, almost throwing me off the bed in her eagerness to stretch out on it. She flung her legs as wide as she could, then yanked her pussy lips apart with an obscenely sexy squelch that told me she was ready for one hell of a pounding. "Come on, honey! Fuck Mummy. Fuck Mummy, RIGHT NOW!" I saw no reason to delay. Mother's juicy snatch was a truly gorgeous sight to behold at any time, but right now my own pulsating rod needed to be buried deep inside it, so I quickly lay on top of my mother and drove my penis into her to the root in one go. "Thomas!" Mum cried in ecstasy. "Yes, fuck me! Fuck Mummy's tight pussy!" It certainly was tight. All that exercise Mum did wasn't without its benefits, and her pelvic floor was like a teenager's. Her vaginal muscles gripped my swollen member like a close-fitting glove as I squeezed it back and forth into the place I'd come from. Eighteen years ago I had emerged from this wonderful quim, and right now I was doing my level best to get back inside it again. My own pace increased as Mum starting bucking beneath me, relishing every slamming thrust of my hips, driving my steely shaft into her like a battering ram. I pummelled her for all I was worth, my ass flying up and down like a yo-yo as I strove to pump my aching penis as deep as possible into my stunning mother. I grabbed her bouncing tits and mashed them between my fingers, squeezing her nipples and driving her to fresh heights of pleasure. Nothing's Too Much Trouble Ch. 02 "Oh yes, Thomas! Squeeze my nipples! Squeeze them hard as you pound my cunt!" Mum's head was tossing from side to side now in the delirium of sexual bliss. Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me towards her, desperate to have me ever deeper inside her. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she panted. I knew she was very close to cumming now, so I wrapped my own arms around her in return and whilst maintaining our frantic bucking, lowered my lips to her ear and whispered, "Baby boy loves his Mummy! He loves fucking his Mummy! He wishes he could fuck his Mummy all day long! Fucking Mummy is what baby boy likes best!" That did it. With screams of ecstasy loud enough to wake the dead, Mum's freight train of a climax arrived and ripped through her like tidal wave of pure pleasure. She writhed in joy, incapable of doing anything but drink in the moment, soaking up the orgasmic rapture like a sponge, feeding off the wonderful feelings engulfing her entire body. I felt perilously close to cumming myself. When Mum's body rocked and reeled in orgasm like that it was all I could do to hang onto my load. I desperately wanted to shoot my spunk inside her, but had my heart set on doing it up her perfect heart-shaped ass, and so hung on for grim death, forcing myself not to join her cresting the waves of bliss. It was a very close call, but when her spasms finally subsided, I still had my cum load safely inside my balls. I carefully withdrew and slapped my cock a few times to help shoo away the powerful urge to simply spray my mother with semen where she lay. Mum's head was already starting to clear again now, and she knew exactly what the score was. "Oh Thomas, you are the best son a mother could ever wish for! I love you so much I simply can't put it into words! I know you need to cum now, honey, and quickly too!" With one swift movement, Mum flipped herself over onto all fours and reached one hand behind her to pull out a large greased butt-plug she must have been wearing when she came in. It popped out with a most satisfactory plopping sound, and left behind a winking asshole just begging for my desperate penis to thrust inside. "Come on, Thomas! Fuck Mummy's bum. Shove your fat cock right up Mummy's ass! Come on, there's a good boy! Cum up Mummy's bumhole!" I needed no further encouragement and virtually leapt on my waiting mother and guided myself straight inside her tight, hot hole. It never ceased to astound me just how tight and hot mother's asshole was! Her pussy was fine enough, and a truly delicious, wonderful thing to slide inside, but her bottom was in another league! The butt-plug's grease and the floods of pussy juice slathering my cock were lubricant enough for the task, but even so it still felt like pressing my prick into a velvet vice made of sheer pleasure. I simply adored screwing my mother's asshole; almost as much as she adored having me screw it, I guess, but right now I was only concerned with my own desire. I adjusted the position of my legs slightly, to gain better purchase, then started pumping her willing backside for all I was worth, driving my pulsing shaft in and out like a piston. My hips hammered into her ass cheeks as I increased my pace, desperate now to flood her colon with my sperm. "Oh yes, Thomas!" Mum encouraged. "Pound Mummy's ass! Don't worry about me, you just enjoy yourself! Shoot that spunk deep inside my yummy bum! Does it feel good having your willy all nice and hard and buried to the bollocks in my tight shithole? Does it make your pecker want to spray inside me? Does my beautiful baby boy want to empty his balls in his Mummy's naughty bumhole?" "Yes he does!" I cried, finally reaching the point of no return and firing spray after thick gloopy spray of flooding semen straight into my mother's clutching anus, washing her bowels with my discharging sperm. Spurt after spurt fired up her heavenly bottom, inundating her rectum with my sticky fluid. I was in paradise! I was fucking an angel's asshole and I loved every second of it! The final few orgasmic spasms deposited the last of my precious seed deep inside Mum's pert posterior, and I almost collapsed on top of her in sheer relief. I caught myself at the last moment instead and remained inside her ass as I leant forward across her back to kiss her cheek. "Thanks Mum. That was exactly what I needed!" "It was my pleasure, honey. You know Mummy's holes are always open for business for your lovely penis. Any time you feel the need, Mummy's mouth, pussy and bumhole are there for you to shoot your lovely sperm into." She kissed me tenderly with the side of her mouth, then her eyes suddenly widened in shock. "But where are my manners?! I said you could spend the rest of the evening pounding my tight bumhole, and I selfishly made you screw my pussy first!" "That's OK, Mum. It felt wonderful." "Well that's as may be. I promised my baby boy a whole evening of bum sex and I failed to deliver that! I'm really sorry, Thomas." "It's OK. Really, Mum. I don't mind." "Well, I do!" Mum's voice hardened, scolding herself. "When I promise my one and only son he can spend the rest of the evening with his stiff cock stuffed to the hilt up my tight bottom, the least I should do is deliver that! Now what I suggest is that I help you recover by sucking that lovely rod of yours, that you give me a good hard spanking for being such a naughty girl, and that you then give my ass another thorough pounding for as long as you like. How does that sound?" I knew it wasn't a question. When Mum thought she had short-changed me nothing in the world would persuade her otherwise, so it was quicker to simply let her have her own way. And besides, the thought of spanking then screwing her juicy bumhole again was already bringing the familiar stirrings of life back to my cock, even as it remained buried inside her. I smiled and kissed her again. "That sounds wonderful." "Good, then it's decided; a sound spanking and a good ass fucking to teach Mummy not to be so selfish... Oh, and don't worry; I shan't forget to send your sister in later for your bedtime blowjob either." "Thanks, Mum." "AND," she added quickly, keen now to demonstrate she hadn't forgotten anything else, "after a good night's rest, I'll see my baby boy first thing tomorrow for Mummy's morning milking! We can't have you going off to school without getting a nice orgasm first. A boy has his needs and they must be met." I smiled. "You must be the best mother in the world." "Thank you, honey, but I'm sure that's not true. I'm only doing what any good mother should do for her son. Like I told you this afternoon, nothing's too much trouble for my boy."