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Military Mom's Morning Ritual Ch. 01

By: milfleglover



Cassie Eastman awoke at the crack of dawn, sans alarm clock. After a lifetime in the military, retiring as a sergeant after having lorded over countless soldiers, she was used to routine.

Hers was getting up without an alarm clock, same time, every day, an internal body clock honed by years of regularity. And every day of the school week, the trim, athletic 52-year-old woman with short-cropped blonde hair would march into her son's bedroom, waking him up for classes at the local college.

It was a routine the boy needed, she knew. At 19, and a sophomore in college, he wasn't the most ambitious kid, most his age weren't. She didn't hold it against him; she'd seen many soldiers like him. But she always broke them down, bending them to her will.

Cassie was a dominant sort, to say the least, and there was no doubt in her mind her aggressive attitude is what led to her marriage breaking up several years ago, leaving her to raise her son alone.

She stood in the kitchen, making coffee as she did every day at precisely the same time, more for her son than her. She ate and drank healthily, and rarely had coffee. And as usual, she wore her workout outfit, readying for her daily 10-mile run after Adam was off to school at 7:50. Her shorts were tiny, clinging to her amazingly muscular, tanned thighs, tapering to chiseled calves stuffed into short white socks and running shoes. Atop she wore a tight military T-shirt, her arms firm, shapely, forearms rippling with tendon and sinew.

She was a physical specimen unlike most women her age. She knew it, worked hard at it with her daily routine.

And down the hall, her son, Adam, was engaging in a routine of his own.

He knew his mom would literally march into his bedroom at precisely 7:30, announcing loudly and militarily that the day had begun. He didn't mind it; he loved his mother, enduring her precision and authoritative ways. It was actually good for him, he felt.

And just prior to that, he routinely would wake up and jerk off. She had her routine, he had his.

Part of which, was to think about his sexy, muscular mom while he did it.

All of Adam's friends loved Cassie, they'd visit often and for all her domineering, controlling ways, she was a great mom to be around, cooking for them, letting them host parties and keeping them safe, keeping them in line, forbidding excess drinking and making those who did sleep over, even if it meant on the floor with a blanket and pillow. And more than a few would comment to Adam how hot she was. He'd shake it off, while secretly agreeing, knowing he was lucky to have the hottest mom in town.

Her body, rock hard, muscular, so fit, drove him nuts. He imagined her now at the sink in those insanely sexy short shorts, puttering in the kitchen, and his cock immediately stiffened. He imagined licking her luscious body after a run, tasting and savoring her hard-earned sweat, the idea making him harder. He imagined fucking her, plunging into a pussy he assumed would be as tight as the rest of her incredible body.

He tossed back the covers, releasing the beast, all 9 inches of it. He'd been blessed with a larger-than-average cock, he knew, and had his fair share of sexual encounters with girls his age because of it. But it was his mom that fueled his fantasies more completely than any other woman.

It was wrong, he knew, but couldn't stop the fantasies.

He had them now as he took his usual place at the edge of the bed, stroking himself to full length, groaning quietly; his mother had razor-sharp hearing, and the less noise he made, the better.

He looked at the clock on his nightstand, one of the old-fashioned wind-up alarm jobs, the ones that made loud ticking, a sound that he liked, the cadence assuring and making him sleep more soundly. 

It read 7:20, about five minutes later than his usual time for waking up. He hadn't much time. He had to work fast.

Adam was tall, lean, thin practically and owing to his mother's insistence that he work out constantly, was very agile. Which due to this morning's time constraints would serve him well.

He stretched his back up, leaning back, feeling and hearing the satisfying crackle of his spine aligning. He bent forward, stroking his dick, slowly dipping his head down until his outstretched tongue could tickle the tip of his enormous prick, lapping at the pre-cum already welling there.

Adam was blessed that way, a way he knew most men weren't. He never told anyone about it, of course, but realized sucking their own cock was something most men had likely tried at some time in their lives, and most failing.

He was one of the lucky ones, ashamed of his gift at first when he'd discovered his nimble body could be his best friend. But he grew to like it. And he knew, as he did now, that sucking his own dick was the fastest way to a mind-blowing orgasm.

He stretched over a bit farther, his middle seemingly devoid of bone, supple and fluid, and now his lips surrounded his cock head, and with a little more pushing down and stroking up, he soon had the first inch or two firmly in his mouth. He groaned, stroking harder, running his tongue around the velvety smooth tip, bobbing his head up and down as his hand flew along his shaft.

When he blew himself, he could cum in five minutes, maybe less, far quicker than just jerking off. And now, imagining his beautiful mother kneeling before him with her mouth on his dick instead of his, he felt his nuts throbbing in the usual pre-orgasmic masturbatory routine of his morning.

With a sidelong glance, he looked at the clock: 7:25. He sucked harder, faster, imagining more outlandish things, like sucking his muscular mom's asshole, a fantasy he saved for special occasions like this, when he was in a hurry to cum. He felt his balls knot and tense. He knew in exactly five minutes - no more, no less - his mom would bound into the room with military precision.

What he didn't know was that because he didn't wind the clock fully the night before, it was running slow - five minutes slow.

Cassie looked at her watch, read the time at 7:30, and strode down the hall, to Adam's door, opened it and announced, as she did every day, "Rise and shine, soldier, it's time to get up!" and then stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes met her son's - which were about four inches above the biggest cock she'd ever seen in her life, firmly in her not-so-little boy's sucking mouth.

That split-second of recognition seemed to last forever for both of them.

Cassie had seen a lot in her day, soldiers gay or bisexual or just shit-faced drunk and horny, in their barracks sucking and fucking, or huddled away somewhere at the base, stolen sexual encounters that she never had a problem with. For all her military ways which for the most part where right of center, she understood that everyone was different, and never judged them for their sexual proclivities.

And she'd had a few lesbian encounters in her time, which perhaps had something to do with her liberal attitude toward sex. 

But this, seeing her only child bent over his cock sucking furiously and stroking madly, was the last thing she ever expected to see. As much as Adam never expected to see her see him doing it.

"MOM!" he screamed, popping his mouth of his dick and thrusting himself back on the bed, pulling the blankets over himself. "OH MY GOD!"

She'd been in enough emotional situations in her career to know how to react, and it was never to react too strongly. When faced with such things, she went into a calm state, slow, peaceful, rationale, her mind clear, most helpful when all those around were losing theirs. And that's what she did now, she could feel it, that sedateness surrounding her, enabling lucid thought.

But there was one that couldn't escape her: What that huge cock, that gloriously meaty, thick, long cock, would feel like in her mouth and not her son's. She quickly shook it away, and calmly walked into the room.

"Well, now, we seem to have a situation here," she said slowly, sitting on the bed as Adam, practically trembling in fear and shame huddled under his blankets, knees drawn up protectively, hugging them. "And what do I always say about situations?"

Adam blinked. He couldn't believe his mom could be so calm catching him sucking his own dick.

"What?" he cried out, burying his head in his knees, unable to look at her. "God, MOM!"

"No, really, what do I say?" she asked again in a voice soft and maternal, and continuing when she realized he was in no emotional shape to answer. "We face it head on!"

She smiled broadly - and then the smile waned a bit when they both realized the double entendre she'd so gleefully just uttered.

"Oh my GOD, Mom, really!" Adam groaned, holding his arm over his face.

"OK, OK, maybe not the best phrase to use at the moment," Cassie giggled, amazed at how calm she was and thankful for years of being just that in tense situations, which this clearly was. "But you know what I mean. Now, Adam, let's talk..."

"Mom, really, what the hell...what can we possibly...I mean Mom, really!" he groaned.

She reached forward, took his arms securely, pulling them away from his face. She smiled at him warmly. He just stared.

"Honey, you're my son and I love you more than anything," she said slowly. "And as a mom, and leader of men for many years, I fully realize masturbation is no big...oh, God, another unfortunate phrase...what I mean it's natural, completely natural, it does not faze me in the least! Now I'm also fully aware that having your mother seeing you do it, well, that can be upsetting..."

"Oh, Jesus, Mom, ya think?" he cried out. "I mean jerking...masturbating...it's one thing, but..."

"Honey, you can suck your own dick, so what, I mean think about it, what man wouldn't love to gobble his own joint, ya know?" she laughed, her son groaning loudly at her amazing forthrightness, something he was used to but not at this most base level. "Helluva gift you got there, kiddo, more than your father could pull off...so to speak!"

Adam couldn't hold back. Gone was the shame and fear. Acceptance, his mother's acceptance, was so complete, so unconditional, that he broke into a giggle at her joke, and then full-out laughter. They hugged again, laughing into each other's neck. And each feeling the unmistakable surge of sexual energy between them. Adam's cock stiffened. His mom's pussy went moist. They both tried, and failed, to ignore it.

She knew here were two things she could do: Walk away and let him finish. Or help him do it. Always a woman to make up her mind quickly, she decided.

"You really should get a better clock," she said, glancing briefly at his on the nightstand and quickly returning her gaze to him, "but more importantly...you really should finish the job at hand...mouth...whatever!"

"MOM!" he groaned, throwing his head back and laughing. "I can't believe you!"

When his head came back down, it was to look into her serious eyes - which then slowly drew down between them, a small smile erupting on her exquisite face, unmarked by any noticeable wrinkles.

"What? Now? Here? With...are you SERIOUS?" he asked, astonished.

"If you don't, you'll be edgy all day, and I suspect maybe you won't be able to, what with any lingering embarrassment over your mom finding you blowing yourself!" she laughed. "So go ahead. Do it. In front of mom...FOR mom!"

"What! FOR you? What the..."

"Honey, I know how you feel about me," she confided. "How you...you watch me, look at me. You think I'm blind? I have to admit for an old broad, I do keep myself in great shape, and you notice! That's so sweet!"

She caressed his astonished face. He was busted. All those times watching her work out, watching those legs, that body...she knew, and she not only didn't mind, she seemed to like it.

"And if I'm not mistaken," she continued calmly, "you think about me when you're...jerking off, and sucking your dick. Am I right?"

He could only look at her, lips moving to speak and saying nothing

"Am I right?" she asked again, now cupping his chin, tilting his head to look into his eyes.

He nodded weakly, blushing.

She smiled.

"And now...this close to me..." she said, scooting up against him, face nearing his, knowing this decision immediately made would be the best one. "You're hard right now, aren't you? That big cock is hard right now?"

He nodded again.

"Well, then," she sighed, suddenly tugging off his blanket and pushing his legs flat. "Let's get the job done!"

He didn't resist. His enormous cock, still slick from his self-inflicted blowjob and oozing precum, shone and bobbed up straight and long and hard between them.

"Let's? You mean..." he asked, suddenly realizing what she'd said.

"Yes, us, we, we're a team, always have been, right?" she giggled.

He nodded again.

He still gazed at his mom's smiling face as he let his hand creep to his cock, stroking the base. And gasped as she slipped her hand to it as well, cupping her strong fingers up high on the shaft, slowly, very slowly, masturbating him.

He let his eyes tilt down, widening as he watched her stroke him, pulsating her grip, twisting it a little faster, harder. He groaned. She tipped his head back up and moved closer, lips brushing lips, and then they kissed, softly and gently at first but then more insistently, both groaning, tongues wrestling each other's, heads moving in unison.

Their combined hand speed increased and she felt him tremble. She slowed a moment, breaking the kiss.

"I want to see it again!" she snarled, kissing his cheek, licking it, working to his ear and lancing her tongue inside. "I want to see you suck...your...cock..."

"Oh my God," he groaned as she licked. "Really?"

She left his ear, smiling at him, still gently pulsating her fingers on his cock tip.

"Really," she said with a throaty growl. "Suck it. Suck it for Mommy!"

He didn't need to be told twice. As she held his cock in her hand, she watched and gasped as he bent over, his back stretched out enough by now to easily engulf that thick tip, two inches worth, his tongue slithering over the head, making himself groan. She took her hand away from his cock, kneeling between his legs, watching as he jerked faster and harder, his eyes locked onto hers. 

She looked at her watch.

"Haven't much time," she said. "Can I help you?"

His eyes went wider and he nodded frantically, his mouth full of his own cock.

She smiled, pushing her head forward, nuzzling his massive, smooth balls with her nose, smelling his scent, making him cry out. Slowly, she sucked them, one by one, wetting them with her tongue and then slurping both into her mouth. He screamed in agonizing pleasure around his cock as he sucked and jerked it, looking down at his mother's smooth cheeks bulging with her son's balls.

She knew he was very close and let his nuts pop free of her sucking mouth and now slowly, ever so slowly, ran her tongue up the base of the shaft, wiggling rapidly left and right, and up, so slowly it was driving him crazy, darting the tip up toward his lips that were clamped around the tip. She looked directly into his wide eyes, smiling, her magical, hot tongue flickering like a lizard's, snapping over the sensitive back of his cock. She brushed his hand away, replacing it with one of hers, then both, twisting them around each other. Jerking him off faster and harder, she felt it throb in her tight grip and knew it was time.

"MMMMMMMMMM!" he cried out around his dick, and she knew he was trying to scream 'Mom!'

He grunted, groaned and shot his load into his mouth, swallowing, gulping, slurping it down, watching his mother's tongue flicker madly against his cock, her hands stroking him to completion. He came longer, harder and more fully than he ever had in his young life, alone or with a girl. She watched, her eyes widening, as he ate his cum, a load so massive he couldn't take it all. A thin ring of white appeared around his trembling lips and she lapped up to suck it into her mouth. He slowly stopped cumming, her hands still stroking slowly, and it popped free of his lips. She quickly attached hers to it and gobbled up the remaining sperm oozing from his cock tip.

She said nothing, just smiled, her mouth creamy white with him, kneeling up to frame his face in her hands and kiss him. He didn't resist a bit, accepting her thrusting tongue and the thick bubble of his cum that she brought into his mouth with it. They kissed, groaning, her hands clutching his face, his eyes wide open and locked onto hers.

She broke the kiss, smiling at the little silvery strand of jism that clung between them, reaching for it with her finger and swiping it. She playfully stuck it into his mouth to suck clean.

"Now THAT'S how you face a problem head on, I'd say!" she laughed.

They both did, heartily, fully, laughs free of nervousness and judgment. She stood, holding his hands and looking down at her son's smiling face, his giant cock wilting between his legs.

"Better shower up, solder," she said. "Gotta get to school..."

She turned to walk away, Adam's eyes locked on his mother's incredible legs and ass.

"Uh, Mom?" he asked softly, and she turned to face him. "Can we...uh..make this a regular thing? You know, a morning routine?"

"Well, I WAS gonna go get you a better clock today," she laughed. "But I think mine works pretty well, don't you?"

He smiled and cocked his head at her, realizing it had been all about him.

"Mom," he said, "what about you? Shouldn't we...you know... take care of you, too?"

She smiled broader still.

"I've raised you right, soldier, you are SUCH a thoughtful young man, a team player, thinking about others!" she laughed, leaning on the door between her hands just before leaving. "Tell ya what: We'll talk about it at dinner and see what we can come up with, as a team. That sound good?"

"That sounds great, Mom," he sighed as she walked out. "REALLY great..."

Military Mom's Morning Ritual Ch. 02



Story contains consensual sex between mother and son, and scenes of dominance including creampie eating and enforced oral sex.

*****

Cassie Eastman wasn't one to dwell on decisions made. 

Once made, she lived with the consequences and moved on. It was all part of who she was, a sexy 52-year-old single mom and retired Army sergeant living with her son. Her military ways suited her dominant nature.

Which included in her career, lording over men. And now in her retirement, since this morning anyway, lording over her son, 19-year-old Adam.

Cassie, quite by accident and owing to her son's sluggish alarm clock, walked in on her boy sitting on the bed sucking his own cock. It had been a shock to both, to say the least. But given her military training and penchant for facing problems head on in a no-nonsense way, she came up with an immediate solution.

She helped Adam suck himself off.

And that was that, that's what happened, and it was time to adjust to the consequences. She didn't feel badly about what happened - nor did Adam, who after the initial shock, thoroughly enjoyed his mother's mouth and hands on his cock and balls, helping him fill his cheeks with his own sperm and then sharing it.

Adam was a good kid, thoughtful and loving. He'd left for college after their interlude, but at first expressing concern that his mother hadn't been taken care of.

And now later in the day as Cassie made dinner for them, she concocted a way to do just that.

Adam was a needy boy, he needed her love and care. And one way she had dealt with men like him was to be domineering and controlling. That's what her son needed, she realized. And she'd be more than happy to provide it, as she knew Adam would likely be that she did.

It consumed his thoughts throughout the day at school, distracting him, thinking of what his mother had done that morning, what they had shared. And how that wall of separation of mother and son had been shattered, or at the very least created a more flexible one, the second she'd walked in and saw what he was doing.

He couldn't wait to get home. He pulled into the driveway about 5 p.m. True to her military ways, his sexy MILF mom would have dinner ready precisely at 6, the way she did every day.

He smelled the savory chicken she was making as he opened the door and walked in. There at the sink stood his beautiful mom, with her short-cropped blonde hair, humming away as she cooked. 

He loved what she was wearing: A pair of very tight fitting Army camo short-shorts, her usual around-the-house attire, tucked into boots, and above a very snug Army drab t-shirt that hugged her muscular torso and revealed her powerful arms.

She knew he was there, and waited as he plunked his bag down and raced up behind her, hugging her, pressing his aching, huge cock into that tight little ass and kissing her neck. He'd always wanted to do that, but never could, not until now, until after this morning had happened and changed both their lives forever.

He fully expected her compliance, her laughter, her turning to kiss him and make love to him. 

He wasn't expecting pain. It came as she expertly shot her foot back and up between his legs, crashing into his balls. He staggered back against the granite countertop, screaming in pain.

"MOM!" he cried out. "Christ, what the hell?"

She turned, unsmiling, the plan unfolding she'd been thinking of all day.

"Young man, I am making a point," she said calmly, leaning on the sink, muscular arms folded under her small, well-formed and braless tits as he rubbed his crotch, looking at her in amazement. "The point is, you need discipline and will get it."

"But...but this morning...I thought..."

"Yes, this morning, this morning was lovely, it really was, and I was happy to lend a...," she said, smiling wryly, "hand, and whatever else needed for the job. And I will be again. Sucking your own cock was perfectly acceptable and normal, masturbation is, after all. But if left to your own devices, you would have been late for school. And that is not acceptable."

She was toying with him, completely capturing his attention. She felt alive in doing so in a way she hadn't for some time. And she was loving every second of the control, control is what fueled her fire and hers was slowly building into an inferno. She advanced slowly toward him and he stood, wary as she neared.

"So there will be discipline from now on," she cooed, holding his shoulders, then wrapping her arms around him and kissing his lips gently, lovingly, scraping his mouth with her darting tongue, pressing her crotch into his. "On my terms. Understood, soldier?"

She smiled broadly. Adam instantly understood her game plan. And embraced it completely.

"Yes, Sgt. Mom," he giggled, kissing her fully, accepting the tongue she slithered into his mouth.

Sgt. Mom. She liked that. It made her feel in control, in charge, as usual. And just the sound of it made her wet.

They kissed wantonly for a long, wet minute, moaning and groaning, flesh pressing into flesh, pans bubbling on the stove behind them. Cassie finally broke the kiss, holding him at arms' length.

"The schedule will be: At 7 a.m. every day of the week, when you have classes, I will wake you up and we will suck your cock, relax you for the day ahead, and I'll do anything else I deem appropriate and as time allows," she said simply with a slight smile. "You will go to school. You will come home before dinner, which will be served at 1800 hours on the dot, and you will service me. There will be variations on this schedule on weekends and when either of us have activities that preclude such precise planning, but this is the schedule for the most part. Understood, soldier?"

He was completely caught up in her dominance, as playful as it may have seemed. The boot to his balls had signified how fully in control she was, and had to be. He smiled, stepped back and saluted sharply.

"Yes, Sgt. Mom!" he announced briskly.

"NCOs are not saluted, soldier," she said with a dark smile. "We work for a living!"

They both laughed at the joke and now Cassie leaned back on the counter, slowly, playfully peeling off her t-shirt, her tiny tits flopping into view, making her son groan at the site.

"We have about 50 minutes until dinner," she said, staring into his eyes and tweaking her thick brown nipples. "Plenty of time to service your sergeant mom..."

He needed no more instruction. He walked to her, moaning, cupping her fantastic little titties in his trembling hands, squeezing the firm flesh, attaching his mouth to one nipple, lapping wetly. She tilted her head back, running her hands through his blonde hair and groaning.

"That's it, boy, that's it, suckle Sgt. Mom's titties, that's it...mmmmm," she moaning, feeling her pussy moisten.

He groaned, sucking them harder, fisting the meat of her tits in his hands, forcing as much as he could into his mouth. She rubbed his head, laughing, and pulled his adoring mouth of her boobs, leading him by the hand to the living room. Sitting on the couch, she drew him to his knees, the young man's eyes staring at his mother's beautiful, muscular legs that now spread before him.

"Massage my legs, I've had a long day," she sighed, sitting back, hands cupped behind her head.

"Yes, Sgt. Mom," he moaned, anxious to caress that part of her luscious body that appealed to him the most.

He put his hands around her right calf, squeezing the hard flesh, kneading and relaxing it as she watched with approving eyes. He worked that calf, then the other, slowly working his way up to her meaty but solid thighs, groaning as he watched them yield to his touch, his fingers digging into every sexy muscle. Her shorts rode up as he worked under them, his fingers dancing close to her pussy, and then slipping under her wet thong, tickling her juicy slit.

"I did NOT say massage my pussy, soldier!" she growled, suddenly snapping her legs up and around his face, locking it between her thighs that flexed into ropy strands of steely muscle as she squeezed.

"Yes...Sgt... Mom..." he groaned, hands cupping the legs crushing his skull, amazed at the thickness of firmness, his neck compressed by the interior muscles, slowing the blood to his brain and bringing him to the edge of unconsciousness. 

"Please...Mo...Sgt..."

"What, let you go?" she laughed, pulsating her incredible thighs into his neck, addling him further, his mind foggy. "No one escapes my scissor holds, soldier, you know how many times I've knocked other men out in my legs? Now, massage them, as instructed..."

He did, barely, hardly able to stay awake. His toes and fingers tingled as he dug his hands into the steely flesh of her crushing thighs, rubbing as best he could. She finally let him go and he slumped to his haunches, shaking the blood back into his head.

"Take off my shorts," she barked.

He obeyed, eagerly, unsnapping her belt and slipping her shorts over her legs and boots. He looked at her tiny thong, soaking wet over her neatly trimmed bush.

"This, too, Sgt. Mom?" he asked, licking his lips.

"Of course, silly boy," she hissed.

He did, pulling the panty away and staring at what it revealed. She peeled off her top and now sat completely naked, save for her low rolled socks over her military boot tops, spreading her thighs.

"Lick my legs," she said, pointing to her calves. "Start there."

She was toying with him, making him wait to eat her pussy, which was the only thing on his mind at the moment. But he obeyed her as she lifted her right calf and plunked it on his left shoulder, his head snapping to it, attaching his mouth to the bulging muscle and lapping like a dog on a bone. She smiled as he licked, suckling the flesh, tonguing every muscular separation, working his way up the silky crook of her knee. 

He lifted the leg up, the hamstrings tight and well defined, running his tongue into the sexy striations it found there, then lapping, moaning as he worked.

She dropped that leg and offered the other and he repeated the process, reveling in the touch of his tongue to that hard flesh, the taste, salty and warm, running over the calf to the thigh. She dropped it to the floor and he followed, licking her rippling quad muscles as she held the leg out straight, flexing, popping the muscles out.

"I do have great legs for an old woman, don't I?" she giggled, watching her slave son worship her gorgeous gams.

"Oh, GOD yes, Sgt. Mom!" he gushed, mouthing her luscious thighs, hands cupping her calves.

"You've earned this," she snarled, putting her hands over his head and pulling it to her dripping chasm. "Lick me!"

He hadn't eaten many pussies in his young life, and it showed. His attempts were clumsy and uncoordinated as he rammed his tongue into his mother's silky cunt, groaning and feeling like he'd cum in his pants just from the initial contact with her musky pussy, and the delicious saline tang to it. She slammed her thighs around his head in a warning scissors, squeezing him and tilting his head up to face her.

"I said LICK me, not ATTACK me!" she roared, loosening her leggy grip. "Try again..."

Chastened, he looked at her pussy, and then slowly stuck out his tongue, unsure of where to put it.

"Long strokes at first, soldier boy," she said calmly. "I will give you instructions, so pay attention. Put your tongue at my hole and then very slowly lick up...and down...and up...and down...gooooood, that's it..."

He was working it skillfully, with his mother's guidance, his tongue melting into her juicy lips, running up the meaty folds and down again. His eyes were wide open, staring, seeing the thick clit poking free of its hood, shiny, wet and waiting.

"This is how you warm up a woman, slowly...every woman is different, with different needs and wants, but this is a good place to start," Cassie cooed, watching her son intently lap her pussy. "That's right, now speed it up, a little faster...and now, the clit, run that tongue over it, around it...oooooo, yeah, that's it..."

He was proud of himself, making his mother moan, writhe on the couch, her slender hips wiggling side to side, thighs spreading wider. His tongue made little circles over the nubbin, and felt her moistness spreading on his chin and lips.

"A little trick," she laughed. "Spell out the alphabet on my clitty...with your tongue...write the letter A...then B...and I assume you know the rest..."

He'd heard of this trick before, but hadn't done it, and now he was, on his mother's juicy clit. One letter at a time, slowly, deliberately, he traced the letters out, noting with great pleasure her pleasure, her moans growing louder and more frequent, her hips moving faster. She groaned, holding his ears in her hands, as she started to cum, drawing those dangerous thighs closer to his head.

"Oh fuck...yeah, that's it..now put your lips ON your mother's clit and suck and lick it, boy, do it!" she screamed.

Her thighs locked up again, her cunt gushing against his trapped face, the boy swallowing and sucking and lapping at his mother's clit, her juices filling his mouth. He groaned at the insistent crush of her thighs, and behind him he heard the sexy creaking of her leather boots locked together. She came long and hard, completely coating his face, his hands embracing her thighs that quivered to his touch as she squeezed her way to a throbbing orgasm.

She finally let go, peeling the flesh of her gripping thighs from his face, laughing as she wiped it clean with her finger and popped it into his mouth to be sucked clean. She leaned forward, pulling his face to hers, licking her fluid from his lips and chin, kissing him and thrusting her tongue into his moaning mouth.

"Very good, soldier, you're learning," she growled, biting his lip and then pulling him up to kneel between her spread thighs.

She wrapped her legs around him, arms around his shoulders, pulling his crotch to hers, moaning at the feel of his long, hard cock pressing against her through his pants. She dry fucked him now, kissing him, pushing back against his dick, squeezing him to her. Reaching between them, she quickly unsnapped his pants, tugging out his wet dick and fisting it toward her cunt.

"Oh my GOD!" he bellowed into her smiling mouth as her hungry pussy ingested the first few inches of cock, the velvety grip nearly putting him over the orgasmic edge.

DING!

The oven timer rang. Nonchalantly, she pushed him back to the floor, his unsatisfied cock bobbing wetly in the air, an astonished look on his face.

"Mom! Don't...what...please!" he begged.

She smiled, stood up and pulled her camo shorts back on, walking away, his eyes drawn to her flexing legs.

"Dinner's ready," she said. "We have a schedule to keep."

He groaned in disappointment, standing and stuffing his stiff dick back into his pants. He walked into the kitchen where his mom was doling out food onto plates.

"Relax soldier," she laughed, slapping her own meaty ass. "There's more coming..."

They ate, engaging in easy conversation about their day, what she did, his studies, every ordinary topic on the table except the one most on their minds. But that's the way Cassie preferred it, wanting to keep her young soldier slave on edge, in her control. After dinner, they cleared the table and Cassie loaded up the dishwasher, turning it on and returning to the sink to clean the pots and pans.

"Now," she growled seductively over her shoulder as she slowly shucked her camo shorts, standing on slightly spread legs, her succulent white ass cheeks spreading. "An after-dinner snack..."

He blinked. Was his mother suggesting...telling him to eat her asshole?

"What are you waiting for, soldier?" she asked, pointing to her butt. "My ass isn't gonna eat itself!"

"Holy shit," he moaned, hitting his knees, attaching his trembling hands to that fantastic ass, spreading the cheeks, her rosebud anus winking at him.

He dove in, forgetting all about the previous instruction about eating her pussy, burying his face deep into her spread ass flesh, driving his tongue into the wrinkled pucker. She growled with delight, wiggling her fanny back, spreading her feet apart to give his face deeper access.

"That's my boy," she sighed. "This is one time where an all-out attack...a rear assault, if you prefer, is the best battle tactic!"

He was going to town on his mother's asshole, lancing the spear of his tongue as deeply into it as he could, his mouth open wide and around it, plunging, probing. She groaned with pleasure as he feasted on her asshole, moving them both over slightly and now pressing her cunt into the corner of the dishwasher, taking advantage of its pleasurable vibrations.

"Yeah...that's it...fuck yes...deeper...faster...dig in, boy, dig into your Sgt. Mom's ass!" she screamed.

She came, thrusting her cunt against the dishwasher, her ass flexing and folding around her son's face, drawing it inside and completely smothering him in her butt cheek's crushing embrace. He couldn't breathe, nor did he care to, he was thoroughly buried inside his mother's commanding asshole and at the moment, there was no place on Earth he'd rather be, even as he fought to breath in the sweaty confines of her gripping butt flesh.

She finally stopped cumming, relinquishing her grip on his face, her fluttering ass opening and relaxing, popping his head out. He sat back gasping for air, and she turned to look down at his smiling face.

"Mission accomplished," she growled, pulling him up off the floor and shucking his pants down to his feet, his cock springing up.

She sat back on the counter, legs open, pulling him toward her. With her sultry eyes locked on his, she grabbed his dick, sheathing the first few inches into her soaking-wet pussy, locking her legs slowly around him until he was fully inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him.

"Fuck me," she snarled, squeezing her thighs hard on his slender middle, making him moan. "Fuck your sergeant mother..."

He didn't have to be told twice, thrusting into her, deep and hard, pumping his young cock into the cunt of his birth, ramming it in and out, her legs loosening just enough to allow him space to pound away at her. She came as he fucked her, from the friction of cock in pussy but more from the forbidden nature of their tryst. She was fucking her son. Her son was fucking her. 

"Oh...oh shit...oh GOD, Mom...SGT. MOM! I'm gonna..." he grunted, licking his mother's neck as his face nestled into it.

"Do NOT cum, soldier, not without permission!" she growled, squeezing his ribs until they ached, bending in her grip.

"But...Oh fuck...Sgt. Mom..may I cum?" he shrieked.

She made him wait, drawing out a very long minute of pushing into him, onto him, her velvety heat encompassing his young dick, slapping into his balls.

"You...may...cum," she growled. "And then have some creampie for dessert!"

His mind was a complete fuck fog now, blurry, out of control as he drove into her, balls aching then releasing the long pent-up load. Thick jets of spunk blasted into his mother's hot cunt, filling her womb, over and over, relentless and copious, the hardest orgasm of his life. Or at least since this morning when they both sucked him dry.

"FUCK!!" he screamed, nutting into his mom, holding her tight, her arms and legs and pussy feeling every tremble of his body as he did.

He slowed, stopped, held inside her. They both felt the trickle of cum escape her. She smiled, pushing him out, the cool air rushing over and into her heated cunt. He looked down into the well of her open pussy, a thick plug of white forming there, a little rivulet running into her asshole below.

"Eat up," she growled, pointing.

He sighed, hitting his knees and those thighs closed around him again, pulling him to her drippy, sloppy hole. He put his mouth to it and ate, deep and long, slurping his cum from his mother's pussy, drilling his tongue inside to scoop out every drop. He gulped, swallowed, went back for more, enduring his mother's crushing scissor lock around his head as she ground out another orgasm into his adoring face.




Military Mom's Morning Ritual Ch. 02



She let go, pulling him to her, kissing him, draping her slack legs over his hips. She licked his lips, chin and cheeks, sucking up the smeary cum and shooting it back into his mouth for a lingering, sloppy kiss. They broke and she pushed him away, slipping off the counter as he leaned back, smiling and spent, his cock semi-hard.

She walked to the freezer, pulling out a bag of peas, pitching it from one hand to the other as she walked toward him, an evil grin on her pretty face.

"You're ready for more, aren't you?"

He nodded furiously.

"Maybe tomorrow, but until then, you are NOT to touch yourself!" she growled. "And just in case..."

She slammed the frozen bag of peas around his dick, making him shriek. He tried to slap her hands away but she was too strong, holding it into place, breathing into his face inches from hers, her eyes wide with purpose and determination. He squirmed, but she held fast and he felt his cock shrivel to a nub.

"I did a little shopping today, soldier boy," she giggled, reaching to the counter and grabbing a small bag she'd had there that he hadn't noticed.

She pulled something out he'd never seen before, a little cage of some sort, metallic, shaped like...a cock. He blinked in disbelief.

"What the..."

"A chastity device," she said, putting the bag of peas on the counter and slowly slipping the cock cage around his shrunken pecker, locking it into place. "You will wear this at ALL times, until it's time for you to use your cock...with me, of course. Understood, soldier?"

"But what...but what if...suppose I have..." he stammered.

"A date?" she laughed. "Well, if that happens, I suppose we can talk about it."

She stood back, arms crossed, smiling at his crotch. He looked down at his dick cramped into the cage, and then up at his mom, naked, pussy slick and wet.

He felt himself stiffen. Or try to. He winced as he felt his cock press against the bars of its tiny prison.

"Oh, God..." he moaned.

She looked at her watch.

"Almost 2100 hours, soldier boy, lights out," she sighed, escorting him down the hall to his room.

He climbed into bed, sheepishly smiling at his sexy mother as she leaned over, pulling the blankets over him, kissing his forehead like any other doting mom.

"See you in the morning," she laughed, twirling the chain on which hung the cock cage's key. 

"Yes, Sgt. Mom," he warbled weakly, watching her go, and aching for morning to come, so they could again, and again, and again...