Meg has a body with curves and textures made for fucking. From the time I was old enough to realize it during high school, my mind was imprinted by images of her body and how it would feel to be with her in different sexual positions and scenarios. Part of this was certainly the result of my hormones, but Meg was also more than just the sex object of my fantasies—she was my Mom and the centerpiece of my yearnings. Beyond her delectable body, her intoxicating character drew me to her and I thought about her all of the time in the nastiest of ways.
Mom has a special way about her that not only elicits lust but also a sense of belonging and substance in whomever she gives her attention to. I grew up seeing this in her interactions with people whether they were strangers, friends, or family. Before my father passed away, my parents would have parties and I was always intrigued by the way both men and women responded to her. I never understood it until Mom and I were left alone by my father's death when I was 8. Mom has a unique way of making a person feel like they are the only person in her world but there is also enough of an edge to her so that people keep a comfortable distance as well.
When I started high school, I began to see my Mother in a new light. I noticed more about her appearance and her personality. With only the two of us in the house, she doted on me and pursued her career with determination. I spent most of my time outside of school playing sports and obsessing about girls and sex when I wasn't doing homework or my chores.
My new perception of Mom was born one day during my senior year when I was doing the laundry. I was sorting the clothes from the hamper when I found a pair of Mom's panties. I had done the laundry before on many occasions but seeing my Mom's lacy black panties triggered something new inside of me. Perhaps it was because I had recently begun to date but now for the first time I thought about my Mom as a woman, a woman with her own sexuality.
This revelation caused me to start paying more attention to the details of who my 41 year old Mother really is. She stands 5'6" tall and weighs about 125 pounds with perfect proportions. Her sandy blonde hair is cut just above her shoulders and it frames her face beautifully. High cheek bones, full, sensuous lips, and deep blue eyes compose what I consider the classic good looks of her face. Her ass is tight and leads to slender legs of well-defined calves and slim ankles. She usually wears skirts or dresses with heels that accentuate her legs. I know her breasts are a mouth-watering 36dd and that her waist measures 26 inches because the laundry room is a library of information about her.
One afternoon after school, I was jerking off with her panties in hand. I was just about to cum when she walked in on me. She was shocked and pissed. She started yelling and screaming because in my uncontrollable lust I asked her for a blow-job. She called me sick and perverted.
"Oh my gawd! What are you doing Paul?!!"
I looked at her feeling crazed with lust. I was staring into her eyes and pleaded, "Mom, I'm just... I... You're so beautiful...will you give me a blow-job?"
She was incredulous. "WHAT? You want me to do what? You little pervert!!!"
"Mom... Mom... I'm sorry...I...."
Mom screamed at me. "Stop it Paul!!! Stop right now! What are you doing! You pervert, how can you...?!" She slammed the door and left.
I didn't know what happened and sat there shell-shocked with my cock in my hand. After a few minutes, Mom pounded on the door and yelled. "Take a shower and get dressed."
I was scared shitless and it took a while for me to work up the courage to go downstairs. As I descended into what felt like hell, I heard Mom on the phone. She turned her back to me when I entered the kitchen and finished her conversation. When she hung up the phone, she said, "Don't say a fucking word Paul! Get in the car!" she yelled.
I wanted to ask where we were going, but instead just stared out the window. I couldn't even look at Mom, I was mortified.
Mom drove in silence, and I didn't recognize where we were going. It was fifteen minutes before Mom said, "Do you remember Lynne Stein?"
"Mrs. Stein?"
Mom nodded. "My friend, Lynne Stein. She got divorced last year and stayed at the house for a few days."
A few quiet minutes passed before Mom said, "She's a therapist and she said she could see you today." More silence. I couldn't believe I had been so stupid. How could I ask my own Mother for a blow-job? And now I was being taken to see a therapist. I remembered Mrs. Stein as a nice woman but didn't want to see a therapist. It was all getting worse and worse. Mom steered the car into the driveway of a big white house. "Come on," Mom ordered. I obeyed.
The door opened and there was Mrs. Stein smiling pleasantly. She hugged my mother and said, "Meg! You don't look any worse for wear after your little episode." Then she looked at me.
"I don't know if you remember me, I'm Lynne." She examined me carefully and smiled. "You've grown." She was pretty in a natural way. Her blonde hair was pulled back and she wore a simple blouse and short skirt.
Mom looked at me. "I'll be back in a few hours. You listen to Mrs. Stein and do what she tells you to do. This should help you with your problem."
"Come inside, honey." Lynne said.
"Wait. Mom?" I beckoned as Mom hurried off in lingering anger.
Lynne gave me a reassuring smile. "Just come inside."
I was still nervous, especially now that I was left alone with this woman.
"Can I get you something to drink, honey?" she asked.
"No thanks."
Lynne took my hand and led me to the couch. Her hands were warm and soft. She had long pink fingernails, and despite my anxieties I was a little turned on my her nails.
Lynne sat down and was blunt. "So, your mother told me you asked her for a blowjob."
I could feel my face flush and my teeth grind. Hearing the word "blowjob" come from the lips of this virtual stranger scared me. Finding out that she knew about "my question" was worse. "My...my mother told you about that?"
Lynne smiled. "She called me a little while ago. But don't be embarrassed."
"Don't be embarrassed!? My mother told you...what she told you, and I shouldn't be embarrassed?"
"No." she said calmly.
I was incredulous. "Don't you think I'm a pervert?"
"Not at all." She gently squeezed my arm. "Paul...It's OK. I'm a therapist."
She had this oddly soothing effect on me, "Now, let me ask you a question. Would you like to have me give you a blow-job right now?"
A lightning bolt shot through my head. "What did you just say?"
She smiled warmly. "I'm offering to give you a blow-job."
"You...you'll give me a blow-job?" I said, feeling like I was hallucinating.
Her lips curled into a sly smile. "Of course, honey."
I thought my head would explode. My heart was racing. "Really?"
Lynne let her hand rest on my thigh and explained herself. "Really. Your mother knows I'm a therapist but she doesn't know how I treat my patients. If you want, you can undress and we'll get started." Lynne helped me up and I kicked off my shoes and began franticly undressing.
"Paul, You're huge!" Lynne said, marveling at my cock.
"Uh...." I said, still shocked at what was happening.
"Sit down." Lynne knelt between my legs. "Do you know why we're doing this?" She didn't wait for an answer. "I've been divorced for a while and in my practice, I've heard a lot of wild stories. Some make me very horny so I decided to try some new sexual therapies with some of my special patients. You're a horny teenager who needs an outlet for all that energy you have. That's why you jerk off and why you asked your mother for a blow-job." Lynne wrapped her fingers around my erection. "I'd say we could have some interesting therapy sessions if you can keep them private."
"Yes. I will...I can..." I stuttered.
She lifted my cock to her lips and I felt her warm mouth engulf me. She slowly deep-throated me and looked into my eyes. When she felt me writhe in ecstasy she hummed on my cock.
"Ooh gawd! AHHH!!!" I moaned.
She pulled back, "Is it as good as you as when you play with yourself?"
"Oh it's better. It feels sooo good Mrs. Stein...."
She licked my cockhead. "Why do you think it feels so good?"
"Because you're doing it so good...."
She smiled. "Because it always feels better to have sex with someone else than to jerk off. Always remember that sex isn't just about locking yourself in your bedroom with your fantasies. It's about sharing." She brought my cock back to her lips. "And now I want you to share your hot cum with me."
I hadn't jerked off in a week, which is probably why I asked Mom to suck my cock in the first place. Watching Mrs. Stein look into my eyes as my huge cock slid in and out of her mouth was overwhelming. I was moaning in pleasure and a few seconds later I erupted. This cum-load made my most intense jacking orgasms feel and look like a dripping faucet. I squeezed my asscheeks together and pumped spurt after spurt of cum down Mrs. Stein's throat and she swallowed all of it. She kept her lips on my cock and kept sucking until I had to pull away.
"Oh, honey, that was a big one." I couldn't respond and sat there in a daze. "Did you like that?" she asked.
"Yeah. Oh wow...."
She winked at me. "I knew you would." She stood and helped me to my feet. "Now we're going to have a little more fun."
Mrs. Stein, Lynne, gently squeezed my cock and held it as she led me upstairs to her bedroom. She had a large bed with lots of pillows on it. There was a large mirror on one wall and a big fluffy chair in a corner. She paused for a second and then led me into the bathroom where there was a huge bathtub and a separate walk-in shower.
"Would you like to see me naked?" Lynne asked in a sexy voice.
"Oh yeah."
"Why don't you get in the shower and I'll join you. We have to get you nice and clean."
