It was a wonderful sight. I was just walking out of our bedroom, wearing only a pair of thin, satin boxers while she was simply wearing a small, colorful beach wrap around her waist, fastened at her right hip. Her firm, creamy breasts and hard, pointed nipples caught my attention first and were just begging to be sucked. She was sitting on the couch in the living room watching me, idly, and I caught the twinkle in her eye as she spied my bouncing erection. The boxers were too loose to contain it.
She held a wine glass in her hand, half full with a golden liquid as she watched me walk towards her. She casually took a sip and licked her luscious lips as I watched, making me more and more aroused the closer I came to her.
"Mmmm," she said, sliding a finger over her nipple and pinching it lightly, teasingly.
God she was incredibly sexy!
"Have I ever told you you're so good with your tongue and just sooo good at making my cock feel special?" I asked, continuing our conversation from earlier as I moved onto the couch beside her.
"Oh yeah?" she asked, taking another sip of her wine, and then opening her mouth and licking her lips seductively.
"Yeah. You're fabulous." I picked up my own glass of wine and took a sip.
She smiled, enjoying the compliment and anticipating what was to come. "Well I guess you could just say that you have the most fabulous mother."
"Oh I do... I do..." I said. And I meant it!
She unwound her legs and stood, dipping her finger into her wine. Then, standing above me, she first licked the wine from her finger and then sucked it into her mouth like a cock. God she drove me crazy when she acted like this! My cock was throbbing, harder than it had been in a while.
She knelt on the floor between my legs and helped me pull my boxers down and off, carefully easing it around my surprisingly hard erection, and casually tossing them aside. She dipped her finger into her wine again and painted my cock with it, her fingertips sliding up and down my length making me harder and harder as she teased me.
"I'm really hard today," I said. "You didn't spike my wine, did you?" I asked suspiciously.
She giggled. "No... I didn't spike your wine." She bit her lip teasingly. "I spiked the sandwich you had for dinner."
I shook my head and smiled. Those damn blue pills again.
She smiled as she leaned in, kissed my shaft momentarily, flicking her tongue over the crown, and then engulfed me.
"Oh man!" I groaned, watching her mouth fill with my shaft. And she kept going and going, until I was all the way down her fucking throat. Then she pulled back and smiled as she put her lips against the crown, kissing and sucking my length.
"Best tasting cock in the whole fucking world," she whispered.
"You know you're gonna make me cum like this?" I asked rhetorically.
"Yum yum cum cum," she chanted and snarled like a hungry animal, sucking the head into her mouth as her tongue swirled lower. "I want lots."
"You love cum in your sweet little mouth, don't you?" I teased.
She watched me a moment, sucking on the head, then released me. "Mmhmm. And all over me. So warm and yummy and creamy. Give it to me! All of it!" She growled playfully, sliding my cock back into her mouth.
I chuckled at her playful wantonness. And as I watched her give me one of the best blowjobs of my life, I realized that I helped create that animal. Not that I minded that much. When I think back about it, it wasn't totally my fault. Until that day, I just didn't realize how badly I wanted her.
And she just didn't realize how much she enjoyed cum.
*****
My mom was a beautiful woman. She was ten years younger than my dad (making her just forty), and was a nurse. She had brown hair, cut short, and curled back from her ever-smiling face. She was a little shorter than the average woman, just over five foot tall, but her spunky personality made her seem so much taller. We had a pretty good relationship as I grew to adulthood, not best friends or anything, but we were respectful of each other and never got into any arguments. Most of that stemmed from me having to grow up very quickly.
When I was just sixteen, my father was diagnosed with stage four cancer that debilitated him in many ways. It was devastating to all of us, but both my mom and I changed our lives to do what needed to be done. For my part, I had to do a lot more around the house, helping work the yard and clean inside and out. I even got a job as soon as I could so I could help pay the bills. And, instead of rushing off to college, I stayed home and got a full-time job. I wasn't making much, but with my mom's income as well, we got along. Dad's health insurance paid well, too. We successfully divided our time to make sure my dad got to his appointments and was taken care of.
But, unfortunately, he died when I was nineteen.
Dad's life insurance helped with all the bills and then some, but I continued living at home and working, helping to pay for things there. It wasn't exactly fair that my mom would be stuck handling this all by herself. It wasn't too bad, either. She and I rarely saw each other because we both worked full time, I on first shift and she on second.
Even two years after my dad died, my mom wasn't dating anyone, probably because she was working so much. And I had to admit that I wasn't either. But I did take some time to go out with my friends on the weekends. One particular night, about a year ago, was brutal. I drank both a little more than I should have, and mixed my alcoholic beverages a bit more than I should have. I rolled into the house at 2am and went right into my room.
Unfortunately, I couldn't sleep very well because my head was pounding. I was hoping it would go away on it's own once I laid down, but it didn't. So at about 4am, I went searching in both the kitchen and the bathroom for some aspirin, but couldn't find a thing. I didn't want to, but I had to go see my mom. Surely a nurse would have aspirin somewhere nearby.
I softly knocked on her door and called her. "Mom?" It took several tries, but eventually I got her attention.
"Yeah? What's wrong Vince?" she called from the bed.
"I'm sorry to wake you, but I have a killer headache and was wondering if you had any aspirin," I said.
"Yeah... yeah, I do. Just a sec," she said, sounding a bit groggy. I probably woke her up from a deep sleep the idiot that I was. I'd certainly have to do a lot of apologizing.
Her door opened a little and she stood there in a tight, spaghetti-strap night shirt and her underwear. I guess she didn't realize she wasn't wearing much. But, boy I certainly did. God, my cock went rock hard seeing her breasts almost completely exposed like that. Her body was more incredible than I'd remembered. I knew I was going to do a lot of beating off to that image.
She poked her hand towards me, palm down. "Here," she said, dropping two pills into my hand. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks. Sorry to wake you."
"It's ok," she said yawning. "See you in the morning." She closed her door and left me standing in the hall. I glanced at the two, blue pills in my hand and went into the kitchen for water. I took the pills without even a second thought. Then went back to bed with visions of my mom running through my dreams.
At 6am I woke to some serious morning wood. It was almost painful it was so strong. I tried jacking off, and while it felt good, I wasn't able to really get off. It was almost too painful for me. I wasn't sure what to do. The only person I could think of that might be able to help was my mom... not in any sexual way, mind you, but as a nurse. Surely she could tell me if this was bad and if I'd need to go to the emergency room or not.
I tried to put on some shorts to cover myself, but my erection was just too strong and painful to be contained. I dug my robe out of the closet and slipped it on, holding the front closed as best I could. I left my room and went down to my mom's bedroom again and knocked on the door.
"Yeah?" she woke a lot faster this time.
