Fooled Mom Becomes Cumdump

This entry is not at all true, so none of the names or places are genuine. It is intended for adult pleasure only, and if you are not an adult, then don't read it. My stories usually contain graphic descriptions of oral sex, slaving, rimming, group sex, incest, bi-sex, bestiality, watersports and scat.

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Mom becomes my oral cumdrain (cumeating, oral devotion) - Part 2

In part one, I had convinced my mom, through a combination of voice-changed phone calls from myself posing as 'Dr Andrews', coupled with some official looking letters, that I needed to be drained of semen, many times a day. With her mouth :-)

Mom had been my full-time cocksucker now for over a month. She really, really put the work into it. She was topless around the house as she noticed it made me cum quicker, and I was mostly naked, so that at a moment's notice, she'd go down and stimulate me with her mouth.

At times I completely ignored her, so I'd be sitting in my room at my desk, watching porn, or chatting to mates, and she'd just quietly come into the room, drop under my desk and suck me until I dumped cum into her tummy. I wouldn't even have to acknowledge her, I'd hear her gulp down the load, and helpfully lick my cock clean of any cum, then just quietly leave.

One evening we were in the lounge, she'd just swallowed, and was still sitting between my legs on the floor as I smiled down at her. Often she'd stay like that, and after an hour or two, I'd be ready to spunk again. As she kissed and licked, I decided to chat.

'So, mom, I really appreciate all, you know, this. And you're really, really good at it. Did you do this a lot for dad?'

Mom smiled, looking up into my eyes, 'Yes, your dad, and boyfriends before him. I used to suck a lot, so when Dr Andrews talked about it, it wasn't the most difficult thing in the world for me to hear'.

I joked, 'Oh you were a bit of a,,, slut then!' I said, winking, in case she was offended.

To my surprise she nodded, 'Yeah, when your dad met me, I was his devoted cumslut! Even the amount I've been sucking you off isn't a patch on the years of sucking him. Gosh, we met at 16, he left when I was 38, so I guess I had 22 years of sucking him many times a day'. She smiled, almost reminiscing.

I grinned back, 'Wow, you must have drank gallons of jizz, mom!'

Mom laughed, but still nodding, 'But he couldn't do it 10 times a day like you! I've probably drank a couple of pints of yours in the last month!'

I swear she licked her lips as she said 'pints'.

'Yeah? So, you actually are ok with, you know, cum? I mean the taste?' I gulped, hoping I wasn't going too far.

But she kept nodding, 'Oh yes, yes. Absolutely, I really like it a lot. To be honest sweety, I'm a very oral person. Your dad used to let me, well,,,' she trailed off, shaking her head slightly, 'no, you don't want to hear about that!'

My cock twitched, and I nodded fast, 'Oh I do, this is great mom, I've never talked to you like this before, it's so, horny!'. My grin was massive.

Mom laughed, shaking her head in jest, 'Yeah? Well, ok, your dad and I had a very sexual relationship, he was very much into being orally served. Worshipped in fact, he used to let me lick him all over, he loved being dominant, and adored me begging.'

I froze, this was so fucking hot, my cock was bouncing as mom talked, and she was licking it again. 'Begging? You, you used to beg him?'

Mom nodded, her lips kissing my cockhead as she spoke to me, 'yes, all the time. He'd pretend to be tired so I'd beg to suck him, or he'd make me beg for hours to lick him, or rim him'.

I gulped, precum now leaking as mom started licking it up instinctively, 'Wait, you would beg dad to rim him? You? My mom, would kneel and beg dad to be allowed to, to lick his ass?'. My jaw was almost on the floor.

Mum was grinning now, like she was educating me, giggling, nodding, 'Yep. Imagine it, he'd come home from work, and I'd be on my back in the bedroom. Please Harry, please sit on my mouth. I'll suck you off all night afterwards, please?', she laughed a little more, 'I used to arrange pillows and stuff, all nice so he could squat down on my face and watch porn for hours. I think I loved it more than him to be honest!'.

Once she finished speaking I couldn't help myself, I grabbed her head and pushed it onto my cock, cumming instantly. Mom was surprised, her eyes wide as she gobbled down my cum, several big mouthfuls.

'Fuck, sorry about that mom, dunno what came over me!' I leaned back exhausted.

Mom licked me clean, then smiled again, 'God, no problem sweety, clearly hearing this stuff makes you cum, and that's a good thing, right?'. She smiled as she got up, and went to clear away the dinner stuff, humming as she went.

The next day was my weekly progress call as 'Dr Andrews' with mom. I setup my voice changer, made sure she was at the other end of the house, and called from the mobile I used specifically for this purpose, the same number I had put on the letterheads I'd sent originally.

'Hello, Mrs Smith, I hope you're well. How has John's condition been? Have you been treating him well?' I tried hard to sound professional, 'anything you've been doing differently? I noticed from his tests this morning that he seemed to have a marked improvement?'

I hear my mom stammer a little, 'Well, Dr, I mean, not especially.', then remembering, 'Oh, well, I did talk with him about some personal stuff while I, you know, helped him. Sexual stuff, he seemed to like it. Was that wrong, Dr?'

I grabbed the opportunity, 'Oh no, Mrs Smith, far from it. That was commendable, it obviously helped John greatly. Anything you can do like that again would definitely benefit him. You need to think of this almost as an occupation, a job which you can get better and better at, but instead of promotion and accolades, the rewards are your son's health improving each day.'

I felt I could almost hear mom brighten up at the idea she was improving my life, 'Yes, I see Dr Andrews. So I shouldn't feel awkward, I should do whatever makes it easier for him to relax more? Have you any suggestions, Dr?'

I was on a roll, 'Well, I assume it's no different to when you're with any man, Mrs Smith. Some dressing up, some sexual talk, even a little variety. John is fairly young, fairly inexperienced, I expect there are several things you have found that worked on other men, which John would enjoy too?'. I was desperate to say what I thought was hot, but I knew that would arouse suspicions, I had to stay as the good doctor.

My mom paused, 'dressing up? Yes, I see, I can certainly do that. And sexual talk? It's not inappropriate to tell him my sexual experiences? I mean, I don't want him to think I'm a slut.'

I gulped, knowing that's something I would love, composing myself, 'Mrs Smith, John will always think of you as his mom, but when you're helping him, it's more than OK for him to perceive you as anything; a slut, a slave, even an object just there to drain him. Whatever makes him orgasm, Mrs Smith, is good. If he likes being licked, or hearing your voice, or sexy talk, or anything else you want to do, it's all beneficial to John.'

My mom agrees, clearly OK with this, 'Thank you Dr Andrews, I'll feel better about trying different things to relax him.'

As she hangs up, I am as hard as a rock. I quickly tidy my voice changing equipment away as I hear mom come upstairs and go into her room. I pretend to be playing a game, waiting for her to get under the desk and gobble down a load, but as I glance back at the door, I gasp. In the doorway, mom, my suburban home maker mom, is dressed like a total slut. 6 inch heels, a tiny leather skirt, her long legs showing almost all the way up to her ass. Above the skirt is a completely see through tight blouse, no bra, my mom's magnificent tits completely visible, and topping it all off is thick red lipstick and black mascara. I stammer as I stare at her, 'm.m.m.mom?'

She smiles, clearly this is the effect she wanted, as she wiggles her ass, walking over to me, dropping to her knees halfway across my bedroom floor and crawling, looking up. She obviously has thought about the begging conversation we had earlier, and how quickly I came, as she kneels next to me. 'Please, please may I suck your cock? Please can mommy swallow more of your wonderful cum?'

As I nod, dumfounded, she squeezes between my legs and dives onto my dick, slobbering and slathering. She looks up as she serves me, 'Thank you! Thank you so (lick) much. God son, I (slurp) need this. Why don't (gag) you put some porn on and sit back and enjoy, while your little cockdrainer does her job?'

I nod, face stuck in a dumb grin, as I press play on some nasty milf porn, 'cockdrainer? God mom, that's nasty, I like that! You really enjoy being my, my cockdrainer, mom?'

I look down and mom nods, my cock all the way in her face, coming off to speak, gulping down spit and precum, 'oh god yes, I love sucking you off, I want to be your cumdump hour after hour, day after day, never leaving!'. She goes back to my dick, pistoning her face up and down now, her perfect mouth a wonderful fleshlight for me. I lean back slightly, alternating between watching the porn milf suck cock, and my own cumdrainer mom worshipping my dick. Filled with lust, I grab mom's head by the hair and pull her back,,,, 'Mom, I'm gonna cum. You really sure you like my cum? I mean, honestly?'

Mom nods, clearly remembering Dr Andrew's words about enthusiasm, 'Yes, absolutely, yes, I love your cum, I love to swallow it!'

I pretend not to believe her, to be reticent, 'Really? You're not just saying that? You really like the taste?'

She nods faster and faster, licking the tip of my wet cock as she looks up into my eyes, 'Yes! Oh yes, I love your cum, I'd eat it 24 x7 if I could!' I see mom thinking, like she's working out how to prove it. 'Wanna watch your cumdrain eat it? I can prove to you that I love your semen, no, that I'm addicted to your sperm!'

I can't stand it, nodding as I shout 'I'm cumming!', but instead of pushing her face into my crotch as usual, mom drops down and takes my balls in her mouth, cupping her palm over her head whilst the other hand jerks me off. I look down to see my cock shooting ropes of thick spunk into my mom's hand, filling her palm as she gobbles my nutsack as though she's encouraging the semen out. As I finish, she gently moves up, my balls plopping out of her mouth, and licks my cummy slit clean, sucking out the last remaining blobs of jizz. She leans back on her heels, and as I watch, she brings her spunk covered palm up to her mouth, and starts licking.

Transfixed, I watch as she slurps up glob after glob of cum, lapping up semen like a kitten slurping milk, and she swishes it around her mouth, moaning as she does. 'Mmmmmmmm', she purrs as she licks her hands clean, showing me her mouth, overflowing with my semen, before she gulps, several times and gobbles it down. 'Oh thank you so much sweety, that was delicious! I'm so glad you let me eat it!'

From then on, mom was dressed like a slut whenever she sucked me, and she'd beg and call herself names all the time. I was in heaven, this seemed like the perfect life.

One weekend afternoon I was sitting on the sofa with my laptop, my cumdraining mom on her knees between my legs, licking and kissing my sticky cock. I'd cum a couple of times in the last few hours, and she'd stayed down there, happily licking and kissing. One of my friends was messaging me about the possibility of a meet-up, teasing, telling me all the guys all wanted to come and stare at my hot mom. I was messaging back, thinking how cool it would be if they knew. I always loved the fact that my friends always joked about my mom's tits, trying to shock me, telling me how much they thought she would make a good cocksucker, but never realising that I was dreaming about that my whole life. One of my ultimate fantasies was to watch my mom suck off a bunch of cocks, and I wondered if this might be a way of making it happen somehow.

I leaned down and tapped mom's head. 'Mom, a few of the guys want to come over for a games night, maybe stay over, like they did before Christmas. Is that OK?'.

Mom nodded, happily, smiling, 'Sure sweety, have as many as you like over, I'll make some food and snacks, like we did last time. Oh, hang on though, how are we going to, erm, keep you, you know, relaxed if they're here? It might seem a little suspicious you and I sneaking off to the bathroom once an hour, especially if there's some of your friends sharing your room? Dr Andrews said it was very important you don't miss any of your sessions, for any reason?'

I looked thoughtful, nodding, 'hmm, yes, that's a good point mom. We can't miss our sessions, but I need a social life. We need to figure a way around this mom, I'm going to need to have friends over regularly. We wanted to start the poker team back up soon'.

My mom nodded, looking like she was thinking, still licking my wet, semi hard dick, like she lived for it.

I half-joked, 'You're right though, we can't stop my, er, treatment. But I think the guys would get a bit jealous if we were playing video games and I had a beautiful woman on her knees sucking me off all the time!' I laughed.

Mom nodded, smiling, 'yeah, I can see that wouldn't work well. If you disappear all the time with me, they're going to suspect too. And I don't think I want your friends all telling their parents what I do, even though it's for medical reasons, they might not understand.'

I looked down, my cock twitching a little as she kissed the wet tip, 'Well, I think I have 3 or 4 good friends who I could trust completely, I could probably explain to them?'

To my surprise mom just sort of nodded, so she clearly wasn't totally against the idea of them knowing.

I went further, 'of course that still doesn't get us past the fact that 4 horny teenagers are going to be pretty upset if they come over, and I'm getting blown constantly! I guess they could go and jerk off themselves or something.'

Mom blushed, reddening, obviously turned on at the thought of a bunch of horny lads wanking off in her home, and that really made me smile. Just knowing this turned her on made me incredibly horny. I wanted to say more, but didn't want to push it. 'Maybe you can ask Dr Andrews, on your catch-up call later. It's today isn't it?'

Mom nodded, looking at her watch, face still embedded in my crotch slathering. 'Yes, in 30 minutes or so. I'll just finish this first'. She shuffled, kneeling up on all fours like a dog, and put her mouth over my wet cock, her lips tightening on the head and pushed down. I felt her wet mouth going lower and lower, as my cockhead pushed past her tonsils into her tight, silky throat. I closed my eyes and moaned as I felt her fantastic mouth moving up and down my shaft, her hands gently rubbing my balls and thighs as she worked her magic. After about 15 minutes of oral bliss, I shook, grunted and spunked deep down mom's throat, her gulping actions making the sensation even more pleasurable as she milked me dry.

As I softened, mom licked me clean, kissing my balls as she stood, her large breasts bouncing. 'Thank you, sweety, I'll go get ready for my call'.

After she'd gone into the study I ran upstairs into my room and got the burner phone and voice change hardware out, desperately trying to compose myself before my weekly 'pretend' session.

I watched the clock, waiting until precisely the agreed time and called.

'Hello Mrs Smith, I trust you're well. How is everything with John? His latest results are excellent.' I try not to smile as I talk.

'Everything is great, thank you Dr. You were right about the, erm, enthusiasm idea, he seems to be much more content now, and he tells me his studies are improving too, which is excellent. However, I have a bit of a dilemma, and was wondering if you might help?'

I smiled, so pleased mom now confided in me, I mean, Dr Andrews. 'Yes, Mrs Smith, of course, anything to help John, right?'

I swore I heard mom sigh in relief, 'Well, its just that he is wanting to have his friends over. He's got a very small group of close friends, all good young men, very nice families. The challenge is, well, I don't want to stop John's sessions, but obviously with 4 of them there..', mom paused.

'You're worried they might tell their families?' I smiled, leading mom on.

'Actually, no, not really. If John swears them to secrecy, I would trust them, he's been friends with them since kindergarten, and I genuinely think they wouldn't tell a soul. My concern is more about them. I mean if they're all watching TV, or playing video games, and I'm on my knees with John, well, I mean, it wouldn't be right. They are horny teenagers after all, just like John. Have you any ideas, Dr?', my mum asked, and I think, I hope she was looking for validation.

'Well, Mrs Smith, it's a hard choice', I almost giggled at the word hard, 'I mean, you absolutely can't stop helping John, not now that he's so settled. But I can see the dilemma, it would be difficult for his friends to, well, to know what's happening. You say you trust these friends?'

Mom answered immediately, almost enthusiastically, 'Absolutely, if John says they'd keep a secret, I completely believe him'.

'I see, well, this really depends on you Mrs Smith, I mean, you're saying that you're OK with them knowing that you're performing fellatio on John. So we've accepted that you're happy with what they might think of you, correct?' I was gently leading up to this, almost shaking.

Mom hesitated slightly, but had already answered really, 'Yes, I suppose so, Dr. I mean, yes, I think the issue is more about how awkward they'd feel if John and I disappear every hour or so.'

I smiled, loving where this was going, 'Well Mrs Smith, I can think of a solution, which would work in practical terms, but I don't really want to suggest anything that might upset you, or that John might not be happy with. It all depends on how, shall we say, flexible and open you are'.

I suspect mom knew what was coming here, and to my surprise she didn't seem reticent at all. 'Well, Dr, I genuinely meant it when I said I would do anything for John, so I can be open to anything, please, I'll happily listen to any suggestions, you won't upset me I promise!'.

I gulped, wondering if I was taking this too far, daring to dream, 'OK, well, Mrs Smith, let's look at this logically. Firstly, you know for a fact that John, a normal young man, enjoys being fellated by you. Secondly, we know his friends can keep secrets if John tells them. These are the facts.' I paused, no reply, so I continued, 'We can deduce from the first fact, and extensive medical and personal knowledge, Mrs Smith, that probably all young men are happy being fellated. So, you have a group of men who are happy to be fellated, will be staying in your house, and can keep quiet when told. Which means the remaining variable is you Mrs Smith, I do not want to impugn your good name, or suggest anything seedy, but medically, scientifically, there is a simple solution. If you're keen not to make John's friends feel awkward.'

There was a pause, and then mom slowly answered, almost in a whisper, but she did not sound offended, more nervous. 'Dr, are you suggesting that I suck, I mean I fellate John *and* his friends?'

I was worried I'd pushed her, 'Mrs Smith, I am not suggesting anything, I am merely repeating the facts as we know them and the options open to us. I will happily discuss any ideas you might have, and give confidential advice if you require it. Our conversations fall under the same patient care standards as any consultation, nothing we discuss is written down, or ever documented'.