A Familiar Costumer Ch 02

Disclaimer

: All characters in this fictional story are 18 years old or older.

A familiar customer (2/3)

The water was hot, almost too hot, but John didn't mind. In fact, he enjoyed it bouncing of his stiff neck. Leaning his head back into the stream, he took a deep breath of the warm misty air. His mind began to wander and inevitably turned to his mom. John felt a twitch in his dick. It had been almost two months since he had discovered who was behind the hole in the public bathroom at the edge of town. Two months of bliss.

Admittedly after the first visit his conscious had caught up with him and he had vowed not to return. He chuckled at the thought. His resistance had all but lasted two days. When his mom had told him she was going out for the night and not to wait up he truly had tried to stay away. But in the end his 18-year-old brain, soaked in testosterone, had led his way back to that bathroom.

Since then, he had visited his mom about twice a week, almost every time she had left as well. As far as he could tell she wasn't doing it for the money, after all she was a successful lawyer, they were doing fine financially. There was nobody checking in on her, so no pimp was involved either, which was a relief to John.

It seemed to him his mom was doing it for the thrill, to break the chains of social norms, just for the hell of it. And he wasn't complaining. After the first few visits, his mom had begun calling him the silent boy. He wasn't sure why, but he enjoyed that. The thought of his mom sucking him off and calling him her silent boy made his dick harden.

He opened his eyes and chided himself, trying to practice restraint. Though every fiber in his being called on him to pump one out he had found that the thought of only his mom being allowed to drain his snake made the occasions even more intense. And he wouldn't have to wait too long anyways, after all tonight was another of his mom's nights out if her previous schedule was anything to go by.

To distract himself he hurried up and quickly finished his shower. It didn't work. When he stepped out of the cabin to dry himself of his dick was just as hard as before. He sighed and was just drying his hair, while trying not to think about his mom, when she barged into the bathroom. Instinctively he scrambled to cover himself up and stared at her in surprise.

Her long brunette hair curled over her shoulders and she was wearing a blazer over a white blouse, accentuating her ample bust, and a form fitting black business skirt, which cut off just above her knees and showed off her firm bum and long legs. In one hand she was carrying her black low heels, She was obviously in a hurry.

At his look of surprise, she merely scoffed and said "Come on honey, I am your mother. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."

John had to suppress a grin at the thought of how right she was but said nothing.

Her voice took on a pleading note as she continued "You've been hogging the shower for way to long this morning and I really gotta pee." She wore an expression of forced calmness but her distress was obvious enough.

"Sure, whatever," John replied in the most nonchalance he could muster. Then he decided to push the envelope a bit further as his mom rushed past him, already zipping open her skirt, and he raised the towel again to continue drying his hair, exposing his erect cock.

His mother didn't seem to notice at first, as he was standing half turned away from her. So, he slowly turned towards her in the process of drying off to give her a better look. And indeed, when she thought he wasn't looking, he caught her stealing a glance at his pecker.

An expression washed across her face but before he could decide what he had seen it was gone again. The next moment she flushed and pulled up her skirt again.

After washing her hands, she rushed past him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek and saying "See you later, honey."

To John she seemed a bit distracted and he had the feeling that she had avoided looking him directly in the eyes.

"She's probably already at work in her head," he figured.

She was running late after all. So, John didn't waste another thought on it though and prepared for his own day.

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To John's surprise his mother didn't keep to her schedule that night after all. Indeed, she stopped going out for her nightly escapades entirely. After 3 weeks he resigned himself to the fact that his mom had probably hung up her career as a cheap hooker forever and decided to go back on his decision to only let his mom pleasure him. So, he returned to his own handy work though she was never far from his mind at those moments.

A whole a month went by and John had by now entirely given up on feeling his mom's lips caressing his shaft ever again. One night he was lying on his bed in his room, when he heard his mom call out to him. She was going out for the night, and not to wait up.

There it was again, that feeling, the excitement, the giddiness. John jumped from his bed and watched his mom through the window as she got into her car, reversed off the driveway and vanished into the darkness. The next few minutes consisted of an insane scramble to put on his clothes, grab some cash and sprint to the bus stop.

On the bus ride his mind ran through all sorts questions. Why was she returning to her hobby/night job as a hooker? Would it be obvious if he went on the first night in almost two months? Was she maybe actually just going out and not sucking cocks of strangers in a public toilet?

John hesitated in his thoughts for a moment. The last question had only just occurred to him and now he began to feel foolish for maybe jumping the gun. His Shoulders sagged visibly and he was about to get off the bus when another thought popped into his head. There was no reason not to check if she was there. If she was, great. If she wasn't, no harm done. A calmness spread through him and he sat back down in his seat.

When he finally arrived at the place, he took a moment to gather himself. By his estimation his mom had probably arrived about 20 minutes before him, if she was here at all.

"Only one way to find out," he thought and made his way over to the familiar door.

As he opened it slowly, he peered inside. Nothing had changed at all, except for one of the mirrors, which was missing. His gaze was pulled to the last stall, and his heart started pounding. There she was, her feet anyways, just like the first time.

He exhaled slowly, then made his way to the stall next to hers and closed the door behind him. In here nothing had changed either except for a new graffiti next to the hole in the wall which said

bitch is gone

. John chuckled, then knocked on the wall.

"Well, hello there sweety, what can I do for you," his mother asked in a sultry tone.

John just knocked again and waited for a reply.

"The silent boy returns. Did you miss me?"

John could almost see her smile through the wall and knocked once more.

"Oh, honey. How sweet," she replied, sounding genuinely touched. Then, more apologetic she continued "I'm sorry I was gone for so long. But I had to mull something over." She paused.

Then she happily exclaimed "But now I'm back! So, the usual then?"

John knocked again, then passed a 20$ bill through the hole. Nothing happened.

"Actually, I was thinking, how about we enjoy ourselves first," his mom broke the silence and John felt her pushing his hand back. "I've known you long enough now and I don't think you're gonna run out on me. So, let's just have some fun and I'll charge you afterwards."

John wasn't going to say no to that and quickly knocked once. Then he unzipped his jeans, whipped his already rock-hard dick out and shoved it through the hole. The anticipation was almost killing him.

"My, my, seems like you really did miss me," his mom said with a chuckle. Then he felt her familiar warm touch, her firm grip tightening around his shaft and an involuntary moan escaped his lips.

A laugh echoed through the bathroom. "You like that, don't you. What a bad boy you are," she said.

Instead of immediately engulfing his cock in her mouth she began to stroke it, slowly, up and down the length of his shaft.

"You know, it's funny." Her voice now sounded pensive. "The reason I was gone was you, actually"

John froze, his mind started racing. Had she recognized him? But she continued to slowly stroke his cock in a slight twisting motion.

After a pause she continued "Well, not directly. It just occurred to me that you're so young."

John began to tense. It occurred to

him

, that maybe he shouldn't have flaunted his cock around so openly in front of her. After all she saw it almost twice a week, though she didn't know it... he hoped, anyways.

His mother began to increase the pace of her hand job and before he could put any further thoughts together, she continued "Hell, you are so young, you could be my son!"

John's heart stopped. The jig was up. She got him. Literally by the balls.

"But you know what I realized," she asked after another pause in a wicked tone, "I don't care!"

And with that he felt the familiar warmth of his mother's mouth engulfing the whole length of his shaft, as she pushed his dick as deep as she could down her throat. John groaned in ecstasy as his mother held him in for a moment. After several gagging sounds he heard a loud gasp as he felt his dick slip out of her mouth.

But there was no respite as her warmth immediately returned. John felt her head bob on his cock and he heard loud slurping noises echoing through the room. Her tongue was swirling around his head, like they were intwined in an obscene dance of tango.

He couldn't believe it. His mom had never blown him so enthusiastically. Before he could control himself an "Oh god," slipped out of his mouth followed by a groan of pleasure. He slapped a hand on his mouth to stop any more words escaping him. His mom didn't stop though and he could hear her suffocated chuckle beneath the slurping noises and the sound of droplets spattering on the floor.

It was too much, and he knew it. He knocked on the wall and prepared himself. In response his mom stopped all her all motion, and instead reached with her hand through the hole and began gently massaging his balls, while she was simultaneously sucking on the tip of his cock. Her tongue wouldn't stop caressing his head.

John moaned through his fingers. This was the best feeling in the world. He didn't want it to stop. Trying to hold on he bit the inside of his palm. It didn't help. The motion of her tongue put him in a trance he couldn't escape from, did not want to escape from. Finally, he gave in. With a loud groan he embraced the release and coated the inside of his mother's mouth with his hot cum, while his mind dissolved in bliss.

It was even more intense than the first time he had desecrated his mom, which until now had been unrivaled in this regard. John almost fainted as he pumped his baby batter into her eager mouth. He wasn't sure how long he had been standing there, locked in ecstasy, but when he came back to his senses, he realized his cock wasn't being sucked.

Instead, he heard his mother's concerned voice asking "You ok, honey? Shoot, I might have overdone it."

Suddenly panicked she might want to check on him he quickly knocked on the wall, and slowly pulled his dick out of the hole.

With a relieved tone his mother replied "Phew, I was a bit worried there for a moment." Then she laughed.

"You really enjoyed that, didn't you," she asked. "Well, still got it.

John knocked once on the wall. He was still a bit hazy.

"Money," he thought, his brain felt like molasses and he couldn't put together a whole sentence in his mind.

Slowly he stuck a 20$ bill through the hole and waited.

His mother's voice took an amused tone as she said "You know what, you are my longest standing regular. Tonight's only 10 bucks, considering the waiting time and all."

John grinned.

Then his mother said "Let's call it a family discount."