****** Mom's Throat Part 2 ******
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Mom's Throat Part 2


"Tommy, where are you lover boy?" My mother called to greet me as she walked
through our front door. She had just got home from an important business trip
that had lasted 10 whole days.

"Mom? MMMOOOMMM!!! I rushed from my upstairs bedroom and leaped down the
stairs, barely touching the steps, and targeted my mothers outstretched arms. I
rushed into her soft breasts, nearly knocking her ten feet it seemed.

"OooHH TOMMY!!! MMMmmmm Honey! " smootch!!! smootch!!! smootch!!! She gave me a
great big bear hug and locked me in her arms so tight I could hardly breath.

"I MISSED YOU SOOOOooooo MUCH!!!!" she said, as tears were flowing profusely
from my mothers eyes. Her pretty face had a huge smile from ear to ear. She
held me back at arms length to get another good look at me, and then bear
hugged me again. I felt yet another round of hugs and wet smootches and enjoyed
every second of it. I missed her so bad I was crying too.

It was 7:30 in the evening, on a warm September Friday. I had just got home
from Junior Varsity football practice. So I still had on my jock strap and full
red sweats with our school logo on them.

"Wanatchee Wildcats won again mom." I was talking about the varsity team of
course, which nearly won the state championship last year. They looked like
they were even better this year, so everyone in town was closely following them
in the news.

I had just turned fifteen and started highschool. Because I was big and strong
for my age, I was made a defensive end on the JV team, jumping ahead of the
sophomore squad.

Mom held a hand up to my face, and began softly stroking my cheek. "Isn't your
first big game tomorrow Tommy?"

"Yeah, coach busted our nuts today. I think we're ready though." I was
definitely being brutally honest. My nuts felt busted alright. Like two ripe
walnuts being shelled using a nutcracker!!!

I always save myself for mom when we are apart. That's because I know how much
she loves the extra thick gobs of my sperm, that never form any other way than
when my ballsack has lots of time to rest and produce them. The gobs I had now
had a whopping ten days to form. Something mom was very much aware of and could
hardly keep off her mind.

That has only ever happened once before. It was on the day we first consummated
our love. A very special day just last May, that my mother and I will cherish
the rest of our entire lives together.

"How are they feeling honey? Are you doing ok?" She asked me as we turned to
walk towards the kitchen. She had her arm draped affectionately over my
shoulder. Our steps were labored under each others weight as we pressed into
each other to be closer, and continue a sort of never ending hug since she
walked through the door.

We separated, and she went to the frig for some cold wine, and a beer for me. I
could always celebrate our reunion with at least a six pack of bud. But that
was it. Mom never had too much either. It was always just enough for both of us
to catch a good buzz, and lighten up the evening.

I mulled deeply over her question about my nuts for a moment , as if pondering
the fate of the entire world.

"I don't know. They sure are swollen. I got hit there a few times today
tackling guys, but I don't think that's it. My jock cup protected me. I think
it's just because I've been saving it for you for so long this time. I feel
like I'm ready to burst my appendix!"


[ time for some necessary background ]


Mom had a 4.0 grade point average all through college. And now she was moving
up the ladder at the bank my grandfather founded just after WW II in 1946. We
inherited this 104 acre orchard and old farmhouse we now live on from grandpa
two years ago. He passed away peacefully in his sleep at age 76. And was
chairmen of the board for the bank until the day he died.

Wanatchee Merchant's Bank was expanding it's investments overseas, and because
of my mother's proven acumen for growing profits in tough markets, she was made
head of the entire investments division. Not a bad move. And due entirely to
her smarts, not her looks, or because she was the daughter of my grandpa.

She had to go to Wall Street in New York City to meet personally with clients
and take in several investment strategy seminars. She called me every day. And
left messages on my computer with her portable laptop.

I was born out of wedlock. My father was a young champion stock car racer whom
mother met at the fairgrounds race track when she was just 16. He was awestruck
by her virgin beauty, and she was infatuated with his dashing good looks and
incredible zest for life and adventure. They both fell madly in love with each
other.

He was winning allot of races, and moving rapidly towards the big time national
events, even though he was just 21. Commercial sponsors began hounding him day
and night, until finally he singed on to a fat contract with Goodyear. When mom
began to grow real big with me inside, she did not follow him on his road trips
anymore. The sponsors just kept him to busy travelling for a very soon to be
mother tagging along.

Mom can't bare to talk about it, so I don't know a whole lot about what
happened, but on the day I was born I'm told my mother was handed a note and a
big check from my father. We never saw or heard from him again. I think he left
us for the playboy lifestyle as a champion racer that he never wanted to end.
He thought his career would be dragged down with all the burdens of raising a
family, just as it was getting ready to take off.

Mom's life was utterly devastated. It was as if a huge door had been slammed
shut on her life. She moved back home onto the farm with my grandpa. The
humongous attic with the big oak beam cathedral ceiling became all hers.
Grandma had passed away recently, and so grandpa enjoyed our company
tremendously.

She commuted to the nearby community college. Grandpa's bank donated to the
college the very same resources required for the school to permanently set up
the kind of 4 year degree my mother needed. She buried her sorrows in her
schoolwork and excelled academically

I got along wonderfully. I was growing up strong on my mother's rich milk, and
was full of vim and vigor. Grandpa took me fishing and scouting, and I grew up
with him for my father. I could not have grown up more blessed.

Even though my mother is just as beautiful as any playmate centerfold model,
she has never let any man touch her in 15 years. Something was dreadfully
shattered in her soul that could never be healed.

Whenever a date with some guy progressed beyond a movie and some light necking,
mom just lost all desire and broke off the relationship. Over the years guys
just laid off her and let her be. Even though she was drop dead gorgeous,
enough men had tried and failed.

So now everyone just enjoys her for her pleasant personality and sharp wit. Now
everyone accepts her apparent vow of celibacy with a very profound sense of
respect. Especially whenever they see her enormous love and devotion to me her
son.


[ back to our story ] [ mom was about ready to examine my scrotum ]


"Oh my poor baby!!!" With a half concerned, half mischievous grin on her face,
mom said, "come here honey, let me see you."

Mom had caught a 5 am redeye flight in New York just so she could be home in
time to set up a nice dinner for us. A quiet, wonderful romantic evening would
follow after that. But a slight change of plan was now in order.

Now she had sensed the terrible bind my balls had me in. I showed all the
classic signs of "blue-ball syndrome."

the dark lines in my brow.

the face frozen in a grimace, as if I were staring into a noon day Sahara sun.

the sharp pain like gallstones when I sat down, as if I had jagged-edged
cumstones in my balls.

I think she saw I needed some immediate relief. Or else I would be eating our
candle light dinner like a man with a giant snapping turtle clamped to his
testicles. Mom smiled mischievously to herself. She suddenly got the intense
uncontrollable desire to see what scents and secretions were hidden behind my
jock cup.

Surrounding my bulbous balls was my jock strap and cup that I had worn for
several hours while the coach ran my body through the grid iron at school. Mom
had caught the musky aroma my boy scents when we hugged, and now that had gone
to her head.

I walked over to her. She handed me an open beer and we both sipped our drinks
a few moments to relieve our much more mundane thirsts, which were our parched
thirsty throats.

We finished our drinks and my lovely playmate mom went down to her knees in
front of me and reached her two arms out to me on either side of my heavy
cotton sweatpants.

I got a real troubled look on my face and desperately needed to ask her a very
tough question for me to ask. I did not want to spoil her carefully laid out
plans for our evening together. She would be making up to me for her being away
from home for so long.

My favorite meal spread across a candle lit table, a couple of VCR new release
sci-fi movies, and the two of us sharing our huge Lazyboy recliner together,
cuddling up with drinks and loads of tasty snacks. Then in due time, never
rushing things, she would bless my body with an entire night of catered bliss
in her bed, tenderly sucking and fucking me into a deep dreamy sleep.

I suppose some of it was guilt driven. I was paying the cost of her success at
work by occasionally being left home alone for long periods. But what usually
followed, more than ten times always made up for it, in my book anyways.

While my mind was wrestling with words, trying to construct sentences that made
sense, mom just continued to proceed with her hands, despite my look of being
entirely somewhere else at the moment.

I figured she was just going to take a quick look a me, and see if I had
injured the family jewels in any way. When she slid her fingers into the
elastic band holding my sweatpants up, I hit her with my question, in a round
about way, half stuttering, and half hoping she would catch on to my real
desire, without my needing to ask her directly.

"Mom, I don't think I can hold it all inside anymore." I'm sorry, but it's
starting to hurt real bad."

"No ProB LeM Mo," she said. She kept talking as she pulled down my sweats to my
feet, and began to untie my jogging shoes so the pants could slip off. My mom
must have ESP, because she always knows exactly what I am thinking.

"I love you Tommyboy. There is nothing you can ask your mother that I won't do
for you. EEEEeemmmMMM, and you smell so good too!"

My shoes and pants were off, and I stood there with my tanned bare legs and
socks, and a herculean bulge in my jock strap where the plastic cup caged my
bloated cock and balls from harm like the shell of a tender snail.

"Could you just beat me off real fast. I think that's all it needs." There, I
said it. I was talking as if this was going to be a visit to the doctor. I was
looking for the kind of relief that came in a pill bottle, fast and effective.

"I've been thinking about what you've saved for me studsley, for 3000 miles.
That was so sweet of you." She became tomboyishly frolicsome, her face happy
and beaming with joy, full of innocent radiance.

Mom ignored my plea to downgrade this into just a fast-cum pit stop. My words
began to fall on deaf ears. Her face began to churn out a series of sexy
expressions. She became full of anticipation and cheerful glee, like a young
girl about to unwrap the present she knows is the brand new shiny bicycle she
has been dreaming of.

The exact place we were in the kitchen was very near to the thick plush carpet
in the living room, and so mom sort of got us over there, even though she was
walking on her knees. I got backed up flat against a wall and stood up
straight, as mom began to lift up each of my feet to pull of my socks.

"Does that feel better sweetheart." My feet did feel good in the cool carpet,
and it felt great to be standing there looking at my gorgeous mom getting ready
to take especially good care of me.

I got with the program, and spread my legs a little, so she could have full
access to my eagerly awaiting crotch.

She began to undress a little bit herself too, and unbuttoned her blouse, while
never once taking her eyes of my jock strap. She studied every feature of it,
as if she designed it herself, and was judging exactly how well it fit. Her
blouse was now open, and as I began to caress her magnificent auburn hair, her
shoulders became bare, and then the blouse slipped off entirely to the floor.

I now had a splendid view of her cleavage, and her two full plump breasts
nestled in a very pretty, frilly lace C-cup bra. She saw me staring down at
them and suddenly turned and stood up on her feet, facing away from me.

"Could you please undu me." She paused for my response. I've heard her say that
a million times, but this time she was acting like a cute innocent little girl,
and I took a second to relish the moment. I took a mental photograph. Just one
of thousands I would later recall again and again. "No Prob Lemo" I said, and
unsnapped an unusually complex strap for a bra. No wonder she needed my help.

She was so excited now, it became clear to me that taking off my jock cup was
going to be the most fun we ever had together. She returned to her knees and
began giving my legs a nice rubbing. That felt real nice!

My legs muscles were swollen from running to many of those dreaded 10-20-30's
all us guys hated, something the coach always did to whip us into shape. Mom
had never really noticed just how really strong and bulky my thigh muscles were
getting. Her deep rubbing fingers caught each muscle group, and followed the
contours of it, separating each for a massage of its own.

I left on my camouflaged army surplus t-shirt that I always wore to football
practice. All I had on was it, and my strap. Mom's hands left my legs, which
were very tight and tense before, but were now completely relaxed, and began
moving against my skin under my shirt. She made sweeping, full upper body
strokes, to get a good feel of my body, and then extended her arms completely,
to wrap her hands around my shoulders.

She then massaged my chest, digging into my pectoral muscles, reducing the
obvious tension in them from working out in the weight room on the bench press.
She could feel my heart beating strongly, a methodical pounding, sending rich
red blood to all my body, making my skin almost glow.

Mom was topless of course. She had on a pair of woman's dress slacks, and was
in her stocking bare feet. Because her figure is 34C-21-34, everything she
wears on her waist stays on perfectly over her wonderful hourglass figure. Her
bare tummy and belly button were well tanned, and very well rippled with a
feminine beauty that spoke volumes. Like the way a belly dancer can turn a tent
full of proud Arab Sheiks into a bunch staring young boys, captured by the
innocence of raw beauty.

"Do you need to get comfortable mom?"

She reached up her arm from under my shirt and found the neck hole, then with
two fingers she held them pressed over my lips and said, "sshhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
quiet Rambo, just enjoy mommy's titties for now."

It was fun to watch this sexy new side of mom enjoying her self so much. She
brought her face to the crease of one of my thighs at the edge of my strap and
nuzzled me. She took all my rich boy scent deep into her flared nostrils and
said a deep throaty, "eeeeeeehhhhhmmmmm!!!"

A jock strap leaves a boys ass bare, or else it would be called jock shorts, or
some other weird name. Mom's hands were soon massaging both my 15 year old soft
pink ass cheeks. Her fingers would lift each strap and she would caress with
her fingers the soreness under each one, where it had rubbed my skin raw. That
was such a soothing sensation. I began to feel really pleasured.

I then felt some delightful licking in the musky creases of my legs around my
cup. All the while mom gave my two buttocks a deep Swedish message. Her lovely
hands and fingers again danced up and down my body until it felt like twelve
people were touching me. Mom continued to lick the super sensitive tender flesh
around the jock cup. I was especially sore there, from all the tackling and
banging around of my cup caused by heavy offensive linemen and fullbacks trying
to dig the earth with my blunt head.

"Uuuhhhhmmm, that's great mom, uuuuoooohhhh, that's awesome!!!"

I felt the first real major signs of arousal in my phallus and mom sensed this
immediately. She set about the task of how best to remove the plastic cup that
encapsulated my flesh in a serious, growing discomfort.

She began to playfully talk sexy to me. "What have you been hiding from me
studs malony. I see your getting ready to show me." With that, I looked down
into her face, and she gave me the cutest sexy smile and azure seductive eyes
that I ever saw. She began to stare at my cup and talk dirty to me, but with a
real sense of innocence and ladylike class.

"I know what you got in there, a great big volcano of creamy studjuice ready to
explode!!!" That was about the extent of her hardcore vocabulary, not that she
cared to learn more. I took another quick photo with my mind. This time with a
camcorder. This was just to cute and sexy to ever forget.

I felt mom's fingers get a good grip on both of the straps holding my cup
tightly to my body. Then she pulled down the elastic band strangling my waist,
until it and my cup were all the way to the floor and at my feet. God what
relief that was!!! The air seemed to rush in around my gonads like a whirlwind.
I felt an awesome cool pleasure that made me want to seek out my mother's face,
and deeply thank her, using the language of lover's, which is only spoken with
the eyes.

My sex organs leaped out at her as if she had just released a caged panther.
The look on her face startled me. It was suddenly filled with a sudden terror
and shock !!! As if I had just been born with two heads.

"Oh my god Thomas your nuts are purple as a plum!!! Are you in much pain???
They look awfully swollen and sore to me." She was almost afraid to touch them.
The balls were easily twice what she remembered them being. And my sack was
swollen with large radial ridges she had never seen before either. I looked
like a massive bull in autumn rut.

Mom quickly assessed the situation and wised up fast. She knew she better get
to the business of making me cum pretty soon, or else I was going to need a
surgeon with a scalpel to relieve a pressure strong enough to back up all the
way to my head and blast my skull cap off.

I was flaccid but growing very rapidly, now that my eyes saw what looked very
spectacular to the young man that I was. There at my feet was the most
beautiful mom in the world, with a love for me that could write a million love
stories and still have words of passion to fill a million volumes more.

Her juicy mouth wasted no time in sucking in the head of my penis, as one of
her hands cupped my tender blood engorged ballsack. Another of her loving hands
went up between my legs. She stroked me up and then down in the crack between
the youthful exuberance of both my ass cheeks.

The cheeks in her mouth bulged and I could clearly see the entire outline of my
boyhood as it reached as far in the side of her mouth as it could go. This was
to pleasure me with variety. My cock soon explored every cavity of her
pallette, and the tested the sponginess of her tongue and succulent red lips
from every imaginable cockshaft direction. "EEEeeehhhhmmmmMMM." Mom expressed
another passionate moan.

She then stimulated the root of my cock with her free roaming hand. The other
remaining permanently cupped, supporting my gargantuan distended purple
ballsack, as if to keep it safe from the harm of it's own sagging weight. I was
throbbing with blue blood, and she could almost hear my nuts humming like two
tiny electric power generators. She stroked me deep and hard with her free
hand, to immediately relieve the very worst of my pressure and pain. With
motherly concern mixed with being a fantastic lover, she did exactly what I
needed for my cock to receive it's proper medication.

"AhhhHHH Yaaawwwwhhhh OOOhhhhhh uuuummmmMMM." I cried out in relief like when a
mechanic pinned under an automobile has the weight lifted off his chest.

Mom sought out the depths of the root of my phallus with her skilled finger
tips, and began to message my crura. This was the large swollen outer extremity
of the base of my penis shaft below my nuts. It sheathed the my corpora
cavernosa, which was also very swollen. This is the primary layer that gets
engorged with blood in an erection, and so as my cock grew bone hard, so did my
discomfort.

My mom never saw me with blue balls syndrome as terribly bad as this before,
but figured the same remedy in larger doses would take care of me and make me
well. The immediate cure, was right there in her hands.

The corpus spongiosum is the central core of my penis, surrounded by the two
distinct, afore-mentioned inflatable layers above it. It's sole job is to act
as a housing for my urethra, which is the long pipe that carries my cum-juice
eventually some 20 inches from a reservoir deep in my pubic bone. The nuts of
course, have a special tube to this reservoir.

Mom's hands tried every possible way to massage the depths of my phallus
structures. I felt her reaching deep down to directly encircle with her
fingertips my urethra. Of course I needed to explode my cum at some point to
completely find the cure, but right now, mom knew from loving experience that
this would probably only hurt me, and not be very pleasurable.

Her fingers rolled the inner membranes surrounding my urethra, so far into me,
her hand was buried in the loose flesh around the base of my balls and
completely out of sight. She began strumming my core phallus up and down,
relieving such a huge amount of stress from my face, I think I had my first
ream smile all day.

My penis had not left her mouth, yet the greater pleasure I was now having, was
an orgasmic sensation of continuous ejaculation artificially reproduced by my
mother's strumming hand. Yet I was not actually cumming. Pressure was being
relieved, by my mom's sensational twisting and turning open of my locked
pressure valves, relieving enough "blueness" to allow me to enjoy the volcanic
eruption of a magma pool of exploding cum.

I looked down and mom's hand was still strumming me, though much more gentle
now, and for new found pleasures, rather than it being like an effort to save
me from drowning in a hematoma of blue blood cells. The fear that had swept her
face moments ago, was now replaced with sultry eyes filled with erotic bliss.

When she put some spittle into her hand to better lubricate the stroking my
shaft beneath my balls, she began looping her fingers around me, doing a deep
jack-off, that caused my balls to bounce.

"UhhhHHHH, uuummm, uuuuummMM, oh that's good. Oh mom that feels fantabulous!!!"
I just made the word up to describe what an inexpressible pleasure this was.

Still, my long cock never left the inside of her succulent lips!!!

Her massage of the deep base of my penis was having the desired effect on me.
Mom began to wet her juicy mouth with my flow of precum. I splashed a stream of
cowper's gland fluid into the whites of her teeth and onto the outstretched
pinkness of her searching tongue.

"EhhhmmMM that tastes new!!!" Apparently I was mixing up a very pleasant
cocktail for my mother all the while she was away from home. She took me deeper
in her mouth up to her tonsils and sucked as much of my leaking fluids as she
could without setting me off just yet. She wanted to lick my crotch real good
before I came. And she wanted to test the new flavors secreted around my
fading-purple colored balls.

The worst was now well over and way behind us. I was now feeling every pleasure
completely free of pain.

"Mom, that was beautiful!!!" Our eyes met, and she got completely between my
legs from underneath me on her knees as I spread my legs from my standing
position to give her room to work. Without breaking our lovelocked stare, her
long tongue laved my crotch and I became very wet. Her pretty head and gorgeous
hair was thrown back, and she was looking into my eyes with a fresh new look I
had never seen before. Another lovely snapshot to add to my precious collection
I thought to myself!!!

The best I can describe it, is that it was just like the look on a young girls
face when she tastes a mouthful of sweet cotton candy for the very first time.
Mom's nostrils were flared, and she was burying them into the hot moist creases
of the tenderest flesh of my entire budding young body.

My musky boy-scent was now driving her wild with passion. She licked between my
legs just like a hungry bear feverishly licks a honeycomb, and with the same
amazing speed and length of tongue.

I keep my self clean most all of the time, but I had not even had a shower yet
after all day in school and several hours of butt wrenching exercising
afterwards. Us guys got so sweaty at times the coach's assistant was tossing
out salt tablets like they were m&m's candy.

But all that did not matter to my mom who just couldn't seem to get enough. The
sounds of her saliva and tongue slurping was filling the house with the sounds
of pure eros. It was really beginning to turn me on something fierce.

"Ready for a cummy shot in my mouth tomasino?"

"Uuhhhmmm yeeeaaa!" I said. I was more than ready. "Be careful mom, My nuts are
really going to be shooting hard this time, and I don't want to see you choke
or get hurt."

"Don't worry little hunkster, I said to myself the day you were born I'm going
to handle anything you throw my way. Nothing you can do is ever going to scare
me away, least of all, a little cum!!! Your stuck with me kiddo."

"I'm going to deep throat you and pull back just in time like I always do. I'll
be alright. Are you ready to blast off with the 'right stuff' studsley."

I braced myself with my arms on her shoulders ready to hug her head if I lost
my balance. It was all I could do when on the receiving end of one of mom's
super special blowjobs.

"I'm ready mom. I love you." We clasped our hands together into a tight fisted
embrace, and she held them at both my sides to keep me from falling over in my
post-cum delirium.

"I love you too Tommy," Mom briefly brought all four of our hands together and
kissed the white knuckles of my fists that were gripped tightly in hers. She
returned each pair of our locked hands to my sides, and began to give me the
blowjob of the millennium. Our eyes never parted and our love for each other
instantly became profoundly satisfying in our deepest souls.

I had stopped cumming ten days ago the way a roughneck caps off a spouting
Texas oil well. I had been saving myself for her, and now I wanted to give my
mom all that I could give. I knew this was going to pleasure her probably
higher than I had ever carried her before. I began a slow steady humping
backwards and then forwards in my mother's mouth with my shiny stiff cock
parting her luscious pouty full lips.

Those beautiful playmate lips rolled up when the edge of my bell-head gently
snagged them as it passed backwards out her mouth, exposing their full rich
plumpness. On the forward stroke, as my cock slipped back tightly between them
again, they fell back over my helmet, and her lips reformed the tight cum-seal
around my boy-meat once again.

On that forward thrust, the 3/8" drop over the escarpment that encircled and
defined my wide penis head always caused mom's lips to fall abruptly, pulling
the flesh of her face forward slightly, tugging on her nose in such a way, that
an adorable twitch occurred on every successive thrust. I loved that so much. I
guess she knew it too. For whenever she sensed I had become focused and
enchanted by her nose as she sucked me, it would always wiggle even more.

Mom did everything her sharp wit could think of to add to my pleasures. The
sexiness of her mind was far greater than even the splendid loveliness of her
pretty face and body. And I had barely had time to explore with her all the
wonders this would enhance between us. What happened next, only proves my
point.

It was awesome and sexy, when by chance she lost the balance of one of her
knees for a brief moment, and my penis slipped out of the suction of her mouth
with a loud vacuum pop. I stroked forward a long glancing blow with the full
length of my shaft across the soft perfumed skin of her right cheek. She
quickly regained a firm stance and guided my cock back into her juicy mouth
without upsetting our tempo. I continued to have passionate intercourse with my
mother's mouth without missing a single beat of my momentum. Left behind across
her face was a long glistening swath of sappy liquified serum made up of precum
and spittle. She wore it with pride, and gave me a lover's knowing wink.

"Your absolutely beautiful mom." She cooed like a morning dove at my words and
spoke volumes to me with her enchanting eyes, as my penis slithered back and
forth thru her lips more and more. I was again spurting light creamy cowper's
fluid and plenty of precum. She soon had enough lubrication ahead of my bell-
head to slide me smoothly down deeply into her chest.

I felt her hands release their grip in mine and slide across my goose bumped
skin to my buttocks. Each of her hands readied themselves to grab a tight
handful of my ass cheeks, while she took a long deep gulp of fresh oxygen. It
would be enough air to sustain her body for 90 seconds. Then she went
passionately down on me.

"OHHhuuuhuu, ehhhmmmm!" I moaned loudly in ecstasy. My cock knob slid
effortlessly ahead of its cock-shaft as mom clasped my ass cheeks with both
hands and pulled me deep into her head. I glided smooth as silk into my mothers
velvety throat. I saw the familiar shape of my bell-head as a large bulge
shimmied down her esophagus, where it disappeared far past her collar bone and
plunged deep into her chest.

The hydrostatic, lubricious pressure of my penis inserted, and thrusting
thusly, created a very deliquescent liquefaction between my throbbing cum-
slickened shaft-skin, and the gentle pulse waves caused by the ribbed muscles
in my mothers throat. The tiny cilia hairs within the mucous of her esophagus
tickled the hundreds of little sensory nubbins on my tender young 15 year old
boy-rod.

The ceaseless downward beating of millions of cilia, combined with wave after
wave of autonomic swallowing, pulled me towards her stomach like a piece of
food. This created a suction every bit as powerful as her cheeks. The combined
feeling was one of extremely rare and exquisite sexual delight.

EErrrgggghhh!!! I was moaning in pleasure as if I were in pain again. Mom began
a rapid beating of my cock within the tube of her neck. She had such a firm
motherly grip on my buttocks that they actually hurt. She commanded complete
control of both the depth and speed of my slippery penis within her head, and
the strength of her sucking was braced by the fulcrum leverage of her death
grip on my tight buns.

Her eyes fluttered and tears began to flow, pooling in her eyes. Precum was
dripping out her nose and she took it like a real trooper without so much as a
sniffle. My playboy centerfold mom was learning to give her son the world's
ultimate pleasures. Her eyes sparkled. She was a ravishing beauty with a heart
of pure and innocent gold.

A rhythmic pop and slushing sound began emanating loudly from deep within in
her breastbone. 30 seconds into my blowjob she had discovered the ultimate
massaging action. All the scientific fluid dynamics and hydrologic principles
within her pretty throat were in perfect harmony to pleasure her boy. We had
reached a plateau of bliss that would last another 1 full minute.

My legs began to tremble and so I again rested on her shoulders to steady
myself. I began to tenderly message my mothers lovely neck with my bare hands.
I wanted to make the taking of my huge cock up and then down her throat just a
little bit easier on her.

I brushed her hair back to gain a better view of my mothers pretty face. I
watched as she pulled her chin tight against my balls, and tickled her flared
nostrils in my young cock-bush, then sling back her head, drawing back the
piston valves of my bell-head for a fresh new thrust.

When her face pulled away, I saw the high protruding ridges of my helmet tug
beneath the skin of her neck, and travel up my mother's throat like a golf ball
through a garden hose. Up through her velvety smooth larynx it went, and back
into her tightly puckered mouth that never broke the cum-seal around my shafts-
kin.

My cock-knob could then be seen to plunge smoothly back down her neck again,
only this time it's pointy head slid into her like a slippery eel.

I began to encircle and caress my mother's exquisitely feminine neck with my
hands. It was fascinating to feel with my bare palms the dilation of her neck
each time my cockhead passed through it. I began to massage my own penis in her
throat. She instantly made it very clear with a single glance between our two
love trained sets of eyes, that this new feeling I gave her was a divine
pleasure. I eagerly sought to skillfully luxuriate the senses of this newly
discovered erogenous zone.

Mom's eyes suddenly began fluttering uncontrollably, and she was finding it
nearly impossible to maintain a steady suction seal around my boy-rod. She was
having a major face blushing orgasm. How she managed to hold her breath another
15 seconds is just one of the reasons I guess why my mom is becoming an
absolutely spectacular lover. I continued to gently squeeze the her neck, which
felt as smooth as monumental alabaster.

Her eyes told me not to stop. But now I was going to cum too, and precisely
what she would do when I did was still a mystery to me. I was worried about
her. Even though she said she could handle it, the tremendous power building
inside me told me otherwise.

I found out real fast mom was wide awake and knew exactly where she was. I felt
two hot middle fingers of my mom's hand shoot right up my tightly puckered
virgin anus, clear up to the hilt of her knuckles. They twisted and pummelled
my prostate gland as never before. One finger moved up over the edge of my
gland, while the other rolled it skillfully in the loose membranes surrounding
it.

I began to mumble like a man who pours a quart of whisky in his bowl of
wheaties every morning. I staggered against the wall I was leaning on, and my
body began to wince as if in terrible pain, but really it was blissful sexual
euphoria. Mom's two fingers never let up their strumming of my prostate. I was
utterly helpless. The tables had turned in an instant. And now I was the one
who seemed to be walking on rubber-leg street.

With just 3 seconds of mom's oxygen supply left to go, my nuts finally got the
long awaited green light, and a gob of cum the size of Jupiter's smallest moon
began the long journey into the warmth of my mother's mouth. My entire body
felt like it was held together with rivets, and I was an 1800's steam
locomotive ready to explode under a thousand times normal pressure. I had a
three mile string of freight cars and a 14,000 foot mountain to climb. I was
nearing the top of the continental divide, and the metal housing of my engine
casing was stretched maniacally close to bursting. The only thing saving me
from an inner cataclysmic explosion was the terrific heat of the glowing metal
that allowed my engine's housing to stretch and breath, as though it were a
living organism.

I finally vented a steamy load of thick semen so powerfully that it shot out
from deep within my pubic bone and out my urethra at the speed of light. Had
the slit of my boymeat been pointing skyward, I would have sent 500 million
wriggling egg hunters into high orbit. But my mom was true to her word, and
took whatever I threw her way.

My first ejaculate streamed out my pisshole with an audible noise like a hose
attached to a faucet. I was very pleased to see mom's eyes still fluttering
uncontrollably as she caught me in her mouth. We were sharing the biggest cums
of our lives together, and it was always the consummate gratification of my
pleasure to see her having every bit as great a cum as I.

I had to help out some because mom could not exactly pass for 20-20 vision at
the moment. Both our hands were on my shaft and I helped steady it in her
succulent mouth. So many thick gobs of cum were in the jet stream erupting from
inside me it felt and looked like someone pulling a string of pearls out my
cock-hole.

Mom had been thinking about the apex of this moment for ten days. No other
women in the world loved fresh cum as much as her, or could name 10,000
varieties of it based on secretions, scent, and thickness. She ate up my cum
just as fast as I could dish it out. I was admiring her technique when she
looked up at me and winked a buoyant greeting that lifted my spirit so high I
shed a few tears of joy. My cock was in the palette of her mouth and I was
streaming endless jets of cum for her taste buds to luxuriate in. Each time she
swallowed, she made room for another 4 ounces more of delicious, freshly
squeezed boy-juice.

My mothers beautiful mouth stroking my meat and enjoying a never ending trickle
of cum draining directly from deep inside my pubic bone. Where else could it be
cumming from. Somewhere there was an enormous reservoir being steadily drained.

She told me with her eyes and a gentle tug to lie down on the soft high-plush
carpet of our front room floor. Her lips never broke their cumseal over me. I
was cumming slow and steady like in a wet dream. I flowed and flowed with the
pleasant trickling sensation of ejaculation steadily draining my balls of
unwanted pressure.

It was 20 minutes now and still I was trickling a steady flow of cum into my
mothers pretty mouth. Never in a trillion years would she tire of swirling my
sperm in her taste buds and teasing the underside of my cock with her tongue.
She loved my flavor the way an aristocrat loves only the finest most expensive
raw caviar.

I was treated to the rare and beautiful sight of my mom as she finally joined
me and laid down with me completely flat on the floor, still sucking my cock,
and never letting me go. When she lays like that, flat on her side, her 34C-21-
34 figure makes one hip rise gorgeously from a flattened surface. The result is
that a women's high mountains and valleys are displayed with breath taking
beauty.

45 minutes had now passed and my cock was still half stiff and trickling dreamy
cum onto mom's tongue as she continued to long-suck me, which just so happened
to also be her favorite sexy pastime. Apparently, as she drains the deepest
corners of my reservoir of cum, the finest tidbits would emerge, and like rare
gold nuggets, she would pack them into the pouches of her cheeks, and slowly
savor their kaleidoscope of ebbing flavors.

I had my legs positioned so mom could use the soft tender skin of my muscular
inner thigh as a pillow to rest her head on. My long penis fit comfortably and
perfectly into her mouth from this position. I soon maneuvered myself in a 69
with her, though she still had on her slacks, which were fitted snug around her
hourglass 21 inch waist.

I could see her pussy had made her entire crotch nearly sopping wet all over,
so I unbuckled her narrow little dress belt and pulled it off her through the
loops of her waistband. Then I unsnapped the button's of this elastic band, and
inserted my fingers against her skin and tugged downwards. When I saw I had
both her panties and pants, I decided I had better get just the pant's off
first, or I would end up disturbing her blissful little kitty nap.

I had lots of trouble trying to get the slacks waistband over the large raised
hump of her hourglass figure because of the awkward way she was lying so flat
on her side on the floor. When I finally did, it was very easy from there to
slip her entire pants off in one big swoosh down her bare thighs, past her
short panty hose, and then off her feet.

When I suddenly saw most of her full nakedness, I just had to stop and admire
the spectacular beauty of the womenhood of my mom. I tried to look at her, the
same way I admired the full size centerfolds that cover the inside walls of my
tree fort, too high in a huge maple tree for anyone else to see. I briefly
tried to hold her up in comparison to all these other beautiful women I had
also grown to admire.

In no time at all though, I quickly realized mom was the best by far. And I was
trying my hardest to judge fairly. She had the best prettiest tummy, the best
looking soft tan skin, and the nicest shaped titties. Because we often went
hiking or jogging together, her legs were the most shapely. Most of all, her
hourglass figure was jaw-dropping gorgeous. It was a tremendous pleasure just
to see her in any cloths, whatever they were, just to enjoy looking at the way
they always hugged her hips so attractively.

If it were not for the very real fact that this feminine goddess was my very
own flesh and blood, and life giving mother, I believe my other instincts would
have had me utterly terrified of her. They way a man stutters when talking to
an eye-catchingly beautiful women. Or the way some men become overcome with
fear, from a lack of confidence.

I believe the proper word for it is "power." It's what causes some men to look
and be awestruck, totally unable to speak. But for me, it's uniquely different.
All the courage I have to look at my mother comes from the perfect love we have
for each other that drives out all fear. I see all her awesome splendor, but
her love frees my tongue, and allows us even to be the closest of buddies. What
her beauty does to me instead, is cause my eyes to peel back wide, and feed
feverishly upon the reflected spectrum waves, in all their various colors, like
a honeybee, seeking the flower richest in sweet nectar

I was going to rest my head on the velvety soft plumpness of her inner thigh,
the same way she was resting on mine. Though mine was much more ruggedly
shaped, though still very soft, because I was just a boy.

I thought mom might be very uncomfortable in her wet undies, so I decided to
pull off her frilled powder blue panties along with her short black dress
stockings on the way down. Her hoes had accented her low healed dress shoes.

I went to put my hands on the edges of her elastic panty band, and slipped on
some slick wet cunt-juice. My god, she was soaking wet as if her undies were
taken straight out of a washer in mid cycle. I fell a bit closer to her than I
had anticipated, and caught the pungent telltale odor of true girl-cum. The
kind of stuff that flows clear out of a women's cunny hole in a steady stream
when she cums.

Mom was too content I thought, for me to go and disturb her with a major hip
bucking, fist pounding orgasm. So I found a comfortable place to rest my head
on the soft pillow of her inner thigh, and buried one of my ears into her
velvety soft flesh. We snuggled together exactly opposite each other in a 69,
the two of us very sleepy and dreamy.

I could still feel the heat of mom's mouth surrounding my boy-meat, gently
sucking my flaccid penis all the way into her mouth, and slowly tumbling her
tongue around the bends and folds of my limpness.

I then decided that I wanted to match the same amount of pleasure she was
giving, with at least an equal amount given back to her. I tried to think of a
way I could gently fondle her snatch, without rousing her into a bucking
orgasm.

This initially presented a slight dilemma to me, since for a man I reasoned, it
was anatomically easy to strum him 24 hours a day, and monitor exactly what
level of arousal he was in. I then struck upon an idea. Since there was so much
real girl-cum around, which also just so happens to the slipperiest substance
known to man since the stone age, I decided I might try and slip my entire hand
up mom's cunny, and reach her root with my fingers, exactly as she had so
pleasurably reached mine.

I took her soiled panties, and wrung some clear girl-juice out of them into a
little pool on her thigh, which acted now as sort of a handy work bench. I
figured she was probably a good six to eight inches deep, so I lathered my arm
up that far until I was so slick, I figured I was going to slide into her all
the way with ease just like a big slick cock.

The trick was going to be to give her intense steady pleasure, without her
rocketing off into an orgasm and going berserk. The slow way I started, almost
imperceptibly at first, immediately caught mom's attention, and I'm sure she
sensed at least my desire to maintain the gentle mood of our post-cum bliss.
She would do her part, mom thought to herself, and play along with me. Helping
me explore her and learn about her body, and loving all the affection and
attention I was about to lavish on her.

Very slowly and steadily I moved my spear shaped hand up her cunny without any
attempt to stimulate her whatsoever, beyond what I obviously could not help. I
was right about my slickness making it incredibly easy to penetrate her. Mom
had a tight hole both naturally, and from a general lack of use most of her
adult sexual life. Yet her girl-juice was so slippery, my hand filled her and
slipped and stretched her with ease, all the way to her cervix.

Mom roused from her dreamy slumber with pleasant words.

"EEeeehhhmmmm, that feels nice Thomas."

"Please don't stop."

"I just want to cuddle exactly like this for awhile."

I felt her immediately surround me again with the heat of her mouth.

"You know something mom, you just took care of me tonight in a way I'm never
ever going to let you forget as long as I live."

"Next thousand times you ask me to do something, even just clean my room, .I'm
yours and it's done!!!"

Mom gracefully let my boymeat fall from her mouth for a moment and said, "No
Prob Lemmo honey, you had me really worried for a moment, I'm just very happy
your safe now and alright." She kissed my thigh and ran her hand up and down my
leg in an affectionate gesture, and also like a mother who instinctive wants to
feel her boy is all there, safe and secure.

She was too giving a lover to admit it, but I thought what she really needed
most right now was not for me to go pick up my room, or mow the lawn. Mom
needed a deepest deep, slowest slow, steadiest steady, full cunt massage that
never ended until she passed out in a dreamy sleep.

I wanted to put a visible spring in her step tomorrow, a lightness to her feet
like walking on the moon, a sense of peace like a long lazy drift aboard a raft
down the entire muddy Mississippi.

I strummed and strummed my mother as best I knew how, slowly twirling my
fingertips in her deep inner membranes, exactly as she had done to me. Only I
was monitoring her every breath. Every rise and twitch of her tummy told me
exactly how fast or slow I needed to go, to keep her on a plateau that never
rose nor faded. I was putting a tremendous effort into being as expert a lover
as she was to me. I gave her my all.

Her cunt enveloped my hand and wrist in an intense moist heat. I felt the
distant deep hole of her cervix, and strummed in slow circles the small cavity
just beyond.

"EEEeeehhhhmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMM." Mom stirred perhaps just enough to let me know in
a language we were both becoming very fluent in, that I had found the perfect
height at which to raise her plateau. It was a bit to high I thought, for her
to keep from bucking. Than I noticed that she was fully absorbing the pleasure
in her eyes and face, rather than arching her spine, or clinching and grabbing
at my attacking arm.

"Uuugh, Uuugh, Ooohhhhooohhoohhooo, that's perfection darling boy." I kept on
doing exactly the same thing, over and over again, right on top of a this newly
discovered erogenous zone. However I had learned now how to go at exactly the
proper speed to avoid a bucking cum.

Mom's face was swimming with very widely altering moods, but was still very
subdued, as if in a dreamlike state. I discovered ridges and cubicles of tiny
flesh inside her I had no idea existed. I pummeled every one of them
individually, with the softest possible strumming, sometimes two, sometimes
three,

sometimes with all five fingers, which caused the knuckles of my hand to
protrude into her opposite flesh, and strum her in duel fashion.

At one point I withdrew outwards in her cunny to the area of abundant nubbins,
just inside the depths beneath her folds. The area that looked like a circle of
teeth, just before the true depths of her hole. I slowly twisted in half
rotations of my forearm, and alternately scraped and scoured the inside of her
cunny like cleaning a large decorative wineglass with an inserted sudsy hand.

I did it all so skillfully slow, now that I knew what I was doing. She never
once even slightly bucked. If I went to far, her eyes would literally clamp
shut and sink into her head in a blissful rem-like eye rolling, as if in a
sensory overload, vividly dreaming. When her head began to toss slightly from
side to side, I immediately eased up, or plunged further up or deeper down her
cunny hole, to start fresh elsewhere.

I soon discovered a clever way to make her cum, when I did a certain thing,
without her bucking. I believe I learned a way how to overload the female
reflex to buck, and cancel out it's effect. By using all five fingers, in a
steady back and forth circular rotation along the outer circumference of her
cervix, while stimulated her single tiny egg hole, with occasional fingertips
that I would purposely let stray. I could make her rise off her plateau and cum
at any time at my discretion. And all without spasms and bucking. She came in a
way that was just different. Yet just as pleasurable.

Mom was becoming extremely bonded to me. I sensed that in the way she wept into
my thigh with tears of soul wrenching ecstasy. The way she gave herself to me
in complete infallible trust. I had her held by the roots of her sexuality, and
she was trusting me with utter faith and a new found confidence that allowed
her cum to flow to me like manna from heaven. I was discovering secret after
secret of the holy female form. Things only God knows. HE placed them hidden
where only those with the sincerest of true love can find them. And I was
finding them one right after another, as if guided by a prophet.

I laid with my mom in that 69 all night, before I woke up with the sun and
morning light. The birds were chirping with a new clarity I had never heard
before. I seemed to be filled with more life flowing within me than ever
before.

Mom was still asleep. The soft inner sides of both our thighs made very
comfortable pillows indeed. My cock hung limp next to her mouth, her breath
blowing warm moist air over my fully satisfied balls. And because of a little
bit of cum still up her nose, she was lightly snoring, just like the cute
purring of a little kitten that had just finished a warm bowl of milk.

There was a large afghan draped over one of the sofas just within my reach. Our
bodies wrapped so perfectly in our 69 had kept us plenty warm all night, but
the chill of the morning crept in low across the floor. I tugged the thick
blanket over both of us. Mom barely stirred. Under the covering we were nude
together, and I marvelled at the feel of her soft yet firm skin in my hand
everywhere I touched. I began to pleasure her in her dreams with the gentle
caress of a loving son's hand cruising her skin, giving her continuous warmth
and pleasant sensations.

My eyes grew tired and heavy, and I found myself drifting into a dream. My hand
rested in the deep valley of my mothers waist as I held the hourglass of her
hips close to me. A lightness of being overtook me, and I found myself thinking
back to the day we first consummated our love.

It was the month of May.

The End.

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