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.

This is my 16th story - if you like it, I'd love to hear from you.

Mom becomes my oral cumdrain (cumeating, oral devotion)

To look at I was a normal, horny teenager; of legal age, not in bad shape, good enough to try out for the college football team, with a good set of friends. I'm sure my friends all thought I was normal, but at home I was obsessed, with a one track mind. I jerked off at least 10 times a day, sometimes more, all the time thinking about my sexy, voluptuous, hot mom. Specifically, thinking about my mom on her knees blowing me. Constantly. I mean, I dreamed about her under my desk, in the bathroom, choking on my dick, begging me, licking my load off the floor.... Everything nasty and oral, I had jacked off thinking about it, and one day I decided to do something about it.

Just to put this into perspective, my mom was still a great looking lady, she was *just* 40, but she could pass for my age. She was slim, sexy and with huge, natural breasts that she was clearly proud of showing off. We were relatively wealthy, and that allowed her to dress elegantly, nicely, not slutty, but unintentionally sexy. She wore short (but not trashy) skirts, tight (but not too tight) tops, and her cleavage and bosom was always obvious to anyone who looked, which was most guys and certainly all of my friends. My father had left years earlier, and mom had dated a few guys, but nothing serious. She genuinely seemed devoted to me, and happy to be at home attending to my needs.

I had decided that those needs of mine needed some help.

After masturbating to a particularly perverse mom-son video one afternoon, I came up with a plan, something I thought might enable a new lifestyle, but it would have to be very carefully worked out. I spent weeks with various tests of voice changers, spoke to friends secretly, working out a fairly detailed project list.

I started by talking, casually over a period of some weeks, around mom about a "discomfort" in my groin, and mentioning a doctor's visit, even getting official looking letters typed up and sent to the house about my "appointments". She was concerned, and I kept her updated on my visits, not going into detail, not wanting her to be totally worried, but making sure she was definitely concerned. After a couple of weeks of patient appointments, and vague explanations, I stepped up the operation, moving into phase one of my design, calling her from my new burner mobile. I was safely tucked away in my room at the far end of our large house with my new voice changer box, a really expensive professional unit, all mic'd up and set, my voice sounding deeper, fairly unrecognisable (having been tested on many of my friends, unsuspectingly).

As she picked up the ringing phone in the lounge, I turned the unit on, nervously clearing my throat. "Mrs Smith? Hello, this is Dr Andrews of the Sinai Practise, I've been treating John these past few weeks, I'm not sure if he's spoken to you?"

There was no confusion, no hesitation, my mom absolutely didn't recognise my voice. My plan was working! I tried not to sound overjoyed as she answered "Hello Dr Andrews, no, John didn't really talk about his visits, I know he's been seeing a doctor, is everything alright?"

She sounded scared, and I didn't want that, so I quickly reassured her, "Oh don't worry, it's nothing too serious Mrs Smith, and there's a simple and 100% effective remedy for his condition, so please, put your mind at rest. No, John's condition is not that uncommon, and we have often seen a total remission of such symptoms with a slightly unusual, but simple cure. That's what I wanted to talk to you about today Mrs Smith"

I paused, hearing relief in mom's voice, "Oh, good, well, anything I can help with, I will. I'm just so pleased it's nothing serious".

I smiled as mom said she'd help with anything. "That's good to hear Mrs Smith, so many parents these days don't want to help with such a delicate matter. And I'm afraid this is a delicate matter Mrs Smith." I heard my mom agree, not backing away, still eager to help, so I kept going. "You see, John has unusually overactive glands, resulting in excessive production of semen."

I heard a slight gasp, nothing too worrying, she was still keen to help, I could tell.

I went on "He needs to, well, there's no easy way of putting this Mrs Smith, he needs to release at least 10 times a day. Now obviously it's your decision, Mrs Smith, but other cases of this have seen a marked worsening of their college studies, because they spend so much time masturbating."

As I let this all sink in, mom asked "Ok, well, I can see that releasing, erm, it, would help, but what exactly can I do?"

I gulped, knowing this was my moment, "Well, Mrs Smith, other mothers have found that helping their son's to release enables them to spend more time studying, you might say it speeds up the process, and makes it much easier for them to get through the day. I understand of course, if you're not willing...."

I hesitated as I could almost hear my mother thinking about the reference to what other mother's have done for their sons. My mom gulped, "No no, I'm just a little, well, shocked Dr Andrews. I mean, I'm his mother, wouldn't that be, you know, incest?". She almost whispered the last word.

"No, no, Mrs Smith, I'm not talking about sex between you and your son, I'm just talking about you helping him with a medical problem, caring for him. I've spoken to him, we've discussed what some other caring mother's often do in these circumstances, and he was naturally anxious, but he understood. I don't think there's any need for embarrassment Mrs Smith"

"No, no, I see. Right. Yes.... So, erm, basically, you're (gulp) you're suggesting I should help him.... release.... That I should masturbate him so he can get on with his day. Often"

I could hardly contain my excitement as I hooked her, I tried to remain composed, "Yes, that's correct, and remember, as many times a day as you can. Night times too if possible, several subjects have seen significant improvements by being masturbated as they sleep."

I closed my eyes as I almost came, thinking about my mom, quietly jerking me in the middle of the night.

I could imagine my mom, reddening, nodding on the phone, as I heard her, "Yes, yes, I see. Erm, when should I, you know... start this? I don't work, so I can devote whatever time you think, Dr Andrews?"

I almost cheered, quickly composing myself, "well, I noticed from his checkup yesterday that he's not been releasing often enough, and he really does need it. You might have to convince him though, try not to make it awkward, he needs to think that this is normal, even that it is something you really want to do, perhaps even that you're enjoying it. The moment he thinks it's a chore for you, he may stop letting you help, and that would be disastrous." I emphasised "disastrous" without any specifics, and heard mom gasp a little..... "I will continue to monitor him weekly, and maybe we can have a regular catchup call to discuss his progress?"

My mom repeated my words, letting them sink in. "Enjoying it.... Yes, yes I see. Well, Dr Andrews, I shall make sure he's ok, he is my whole life after all. Thank you, goodbye."

As she hung up, I quickly tidied away the voice equipment, hiding my burner phone in my desk drawer, and sat there, looking like I was doing homework. I heard mom coming up the stairs, knocking at my door.... "Sweety? Sweety, can I come in?"

As mom came in, I swear she'd undone a button or two on her blouse, but that could have been my wandering imagination. She sat on the spare chair in my room, opposite me, still smiling, but gulping nervously.

"Sweety, Dr Andrews and I have just been speaking, and discussing ways of, erm, helping you with your condition. Now I know this is awkward for you, but I need you to be brave, I want you to promise me you'll let me help. And sweety, I really do want to help, honestly."

I didn't speak, but as I nodded, dumb, she smiled, but I swear I saw her glancing down at my crotch, my cock already making a bulge.

She stood, taking my hand, guiding me to the bed, "why don't you lie down and let me help you. Just relax, that's it". As I lay back on my bed, still nodding, I felt her gently unbutton my trousers, slowly undoing the zipper, her eyes wide as she saw my bulge in my pants. Trying to pretend this was all medically necessary, I looked down at her.... "Maybe I should wear sweatpants around the house? I mean, Dr Andrews thinks I need you know, this, many times a day".

I thought I was going too far, maybe too fast, but to my surprise my mom nodded, "yes, yes, that's a good idea sweety", then thinking about it she said "if you like I could turn up the heating so you don't need pants at all around the house?".

I could not believe my luck, my mom was now suggesting I walk around naked below the waist around her. My head now on my pillow, I looked down as my mom's soft, gentle hands touched my crotch, my shorts now at the foot of my bed. I looked down the bed, and saw my sexy mom, staring down at my dick, hard and upright, as she started to slowly jerk it, her small, delicate hand gripping the shaft and undulating up and down as her other hand gently cupped my balls. This was clearly not my mom's first hand job, and I felt my cock pulsate and throb. I moaned, and within a few seconds I was ready to blow my load, and mom just seemed to know. As I grunted, she produced a small towel from somewhere, and watched me explode all over the towel, rope after rope of thick cum spurting out of my hard cock, plopping down onto the towel as she watched. I felt her gently clean my cock, almost worshipfully, wiping gently, and taking the towel to the bathroom.

As I lay there, trying not to grin, she came out of the bathroom smiling, seeming genuinely happy to have helped me. She walked to me, standing besides my bed as she smiled down at me, still surreptitiously glancing at my crotch, almost admiringly. She bent down and kissed my cheek, "You do some work now sweety, I'll be back in an hour".

As my door closed, I cried a little, not with guilt, but happiness that my plan was working, my mom was now eager to jerk me off regularly!

The next hour dragged, and as I heard mom coming back up the stairs, I dived at my desk, sitting there, still naked from the waist down, pretending to work, as the door opened.

"Hi sugar, is it ok if I help you now?", she smiled as she stood by my desk, towel discreetly in her hand.

"Well, mom, I really need to do this homework though?" I lied, trying not to bounce my cock up and down as I talked.

I saw my mom nodding, thinking, "That's ok, Dr Andrews said you need to work while I, you know, help...", and as she spoke, my mom dropped down to her knees and crawled under my desk, her hands already caressing my cock and balls. "You just go back to whatever you were doing, don't mind me, sweety".

I gulped, nodded, and turned into the desk, opening my legs so mom was literally kneeling between my legs, jerking my cock. I quietly opened my browser and started watching porn, some milf on the screen gobbling down a dick, as my mom wanked me expertly. From under the desk I heard "is this ok, sweety?", and I grunted a yes, throbbing, her hands running up and down my dick as I lost myself in the porn. A few minutes later, I felt my balls contract and I shot sperm up, presumably into the towel under the desk. She seemed to know just when to slow down, and when to stop, and with no words at all I felt mom towelling me clean, gently wiping my cock, and scooting up from under the desk without saying anything. I quickly hid the porn as she smiled, kissing my cheek again, and leaving.

She jerked me off 4 more times before bed, and then after I'd gone to sleep, grinning like an idiot, I felt her under my covers, her now familiar touch rubbing my cock at midnight, 4am and 6am, and I didn't have to do anything other than ejaculate. She took care of the cleanup, her little towel now always at her side. This went on for the next week, my mom even masturbating me under the breakfast table before class each day.

Towards the end of the week, I started my phase 2 part of the plan. About 15 minutes before she was due to come in and "help" me, I would jerk off. Her "help" then took ages, and I even started wincing a little, making her worry I was in pain, but I never complained.

Before she spoke to me about it, I called her, voice changer all wired up from my burner phone.

"Hello Mrs Smith, this is Dr Andrews, how are you? Is now a good time to catchup? How is John's treatment?" I tried to act professional.

"Hello Dr, I'm very well thank you. The treatment is fine, well, it was, I mean, it started out easily enough, John would, ahem, release almost immediately, many times a day, but by the end of the week, it seemed to become difficult? Is that normal?"

I could hear her worrying, so I reassured her, "Yes, John was in yesterday for his weekly check, it's what I suspected I'm afraid. It's fairly common in this condition, the excessive, shall we say, wear and tear, causes discomfort and soreness. Even with lubrication and gentle masturbation, the patient can end up in great pain."

I heard mom wince "pain? Oh dear, I don't want that, what can we do?"

I almost hesitate, but go straight into it. "Well, it's not for everyone Mrs Smith, there is a solution, but you might want to hire a professional, I can understand if you don't want to help him further. Your son needs to ejaculate faster, and using something more, well, more warm and suited to the task. Ideally, if he had a girlfriend I'd be asking her to perform fellatio on John many times a day."

I left it there, wondering how mom would react to the Dr talking about a "professional" and a "girlfriend", hoping, praying, that she'd prefer to be the one helping.

I heard sharp intakes of breath, pauses, then more gulping. "Fellatio. I see. You're talking about blowjobs, Dr Andrews? You.... You're suggesting my son should get blown ten times a day. I mean, he doesn't have a girlfriend Dr, and I'm really not getting a professional, a hooker in my house!" There's a long pause, and I purposely say nothing, then she says, quietly "I understand what I need to do Dr".

Rather than cheer or squeal, I remain composed, "good, good, Mrs Smith, but I have to emphasise that it is absolutely imperative that you make him think that not only is this something you're comfortable with, but that you're actually enthusiastic about doing it, even looking forward to it. He needs to not only be relaxed, he needs to think you genuinely want this."

Another pause, then quietly, "I understand Dr, maybe I should be asking him to allow me to do it, telling him how much I enjoy this?"

I nod, trying to play the professional still, "Yes, Mrs Smith that's ideal. I look forward to his next checkup, goodbye for now."

As I quickly tidied my equipment, I decided to go downstairs, mom was sitting in the lounge, clearly thinking about how to approach this. I sat in the large chair, where yesterday she'd jerked me off 6 times, naked below the waist as was my usual attire now.

Before I could say anything she smiled over at me, clearly having decided what to do... "sweety, I've been thinking. It's lovely jerking you off over and over, but I wondered if... I mean, that is, I'd love it if you let me, if you... allowed me to.... (Gulp), to suck you off instead".

As she looked at me, desperate for my reaction, I sat there, dumbstruck, jaw almost on the floor, but wanting this moment to last forever. "Suck me off? Oh I don't know mom, that seems kinda weird? I'm not sure...." I shook my head, as though slightly put off.

Mom looked disappointed, then seemed to remember what the good Dr had said about enthusiasm. "Please sweety, you'll enjoy it I promise. I'm very good, I used to suck your dad off all the time. There's no mess to clean up, and I'd really appreciate it? I'd... I'd double your allowance if you allowed me to suck you?"

I gulped, shaking as my own mother practically begged to suck me off, offering to pay me more allowance as I thought about how wonderfully this was working out. "Well, I don't know... would you really pay me more allowance? You really want to suck me that much?". I found it really hard not to grin.

My mom nodded, like she felt that this was going ok, and smiled back at me. "Yes, yes of course, I'll pay. I'll pay to suck you off! Would you like that?". She saw me going red, clearly excited, feeling like she's was succeeding as she became bolder, "you can relax, sit back, watch porn, play video games, and just let me suck. I'll (gulp) drain you."

As she said that my eyes rolled, and my cock twitched, and before I could look back down, she was kneeling between my legs with her beautiful eyes looking up at me. Instead of jerking me as usual, mom's hands were behind her back, and she was leaning into my crotch licking my cock, her eyes never leaving mine. She had clearly decided how to get me excited as she looked up, her lips on the shaft of my hardening cock, and as she ran her tongue up my member, she said "please, can I suck you off now?".

As I nodded like an idiot, she shuffled forward, getting her face above my dick, and dropped her head, her warm, tight, wonderful throat engulfing my manhood in one movement. I moaned, marvelling at how much better my mom's throat felt than I ever imagined, and astounded at how much of a fucking good deepthroater she was. Without me doing anything, she started to move her head up and down, her lips tightly pressing the sides of my cock as it went deep, past her tonsils into her throat. As I leaned back, I felt her wanking me off inside her throat, grunting, knowing I was going to burst at this incredible hands-free jackoff. Within minutes, I felt myself shaking, I grunted, and exploded a thick torrent of semen into her throat. Instead of stopping as I assumed she would, she gulped the jizz down, and kept sucking, like she genuinely wanted to totally drain my balls. As I felt the last spurt ooze out of my cock, I could feel mom's lips and tongue becoming gentler, still sucking my cock, but less harsh, more loving. She stayed there, on her knees in my crotch, my cock feeling lovely as it softened inside her mouth.

As I started to relax, she didn't move, her tongue gently lapping my balls, my cock staying all the way inside her throat. I casually leant over and grabbed the TV remote, flicking through the channels, then smiled as I turned onto the porn network. Mom didn't flinch as I scooted back in the seat, her mouth staying on my cock. I looked down, grinning, and asked "you wanna stay and just keep sucking? See how many loads you can swallow like that?". She nodded, and slowly started to move her mouth up and down my wet cock. I couldn't believe the feeling, post orgasm, but still in her mouth, still being sucked, her hands now caressing my thighs as she made love to my dick with her mouth. I had my own, ball draining mom, a superb cocksucker on her knees, eager to get me off as many times a day as she could. I was in heaven.

After a couple of hours of serious oral worship, I had ejaculated 4 times, each one as wonderful as the last, my sexy mom gobbling it all down and staying there. At bedtime, I yawned, and smiled down at mom as I got up. "I'd better go to bed now mom, I'm exhausted!".

Mom nodded, smiling, as she stood and straightened herself. "Yes, of course, I'll see you up there?"