Mom Starts to Lie It

Author's Note: Thanks so much for the feedback and love on Part I. It really meant a lot, I was very nervous. I decided to continue the story, this one based far less on my own lived experiences as a mother and more off of certain darker fantasies...

A warning: The following story contains graphic incest, and revolves around excessive cum and a mother's cum fetish. If that's not your thing, then you should stop now.

Everyone is over the age of 18.

SON

Zack fell back into his recliner, panting. His face and body were flush from exertion. He ran his left hand through his hair, his right hand was still gripped to his deflating cock which was sending the final dying shudders of an orgasm throughout his body. He moaned in satisfied delight.

"Jeez Zack. That's... that's a lot," he heard his mom, Lisa, say from her spot at the foot of his chair.

The last two days had been awesome for him. His mom has been adamant about helping him prevent his "messes", as she characterized it. What it really meant was that she sat on the floor watching and waiting while he jerked himself off in a variety of ways. And when he began to cum, his mother would sit up to try and collect it. She'd actually become quite good, even using the lip of whatever dish or glass to catch the dribbles as they slid down his shaft.

Zack grabbed his water jug and started chugging, taking deep breaths every few seconds. He definitely wanted to keep himself well hydrated for his new favorite activity. Thanks to that, his great physical condition, and a hefty vitamin regime he had concocted for the purpose, his cum loads have never been bigger.

His mom climbed to her feet, still holding the tall mug she had chosen for this occasion. She glanced at him briefly before she glued her eyes back to the contents of the mug. Zack had noticed that, despite her weak protestations, his mother had seemed transfixed by the end result of his nonchalant masturbation. He had begun to leave his door open so that she could hear him. And like clockwork, she appeared every time, increasingly eager to watch him drain his balls into whatever she was holding, or at least it seemed to Zack. Perhaps, he could use this...

"Mom, I gotta be honest. It's been fucking awesome having you watch me whenever I blow a load. But, I met a girl a few days ago and we're going out tonight. I probably won't need you cleaning up after me going forward," Zack said, smirking as he pulled his shorts over his limp junk. The truth was that he had actually met a girl at the gym and they were going out that evening, but it was only at this moment he had decided on how to play the situation.

"Oh," his mother let out, sounding more disappointed than she probably meant to. "Well, I uh... I'm happy for you!"

Lisa was suddenly acutely aware of where she was and what she was doing. She stood there holding a mug with a respectable amount of her son's... gloopy sperm in it, having just helped prevent a serious mess from her growing boy and now he's saying he doesn't need her anymore? He honestly thinks his new girlfriend would be able to help him every single time he needed to ejaculate? Not to mention, Zack was too young to be off gallivanting around with girls when he needed to focus on his studies.

"Thanks Mom, she's really sweet and quiet. But I'm hoping she's a freak so that she can take over for you and help me with my... needs," said Zack, hoping to plant the seeds of envy into the mind of his mother.

Lisa tried her best to maintain her poker face but she couldn't contain a slight frown from briefly making an appearance. She tried to sound happy for him, saying, "Well I hope that you don't get too distracted and keep up your grades, but I guess I do want you to have fun. If it doesn't work out with her... just let me know before you start... ejaculating on the floor again."

And with that, Lisa left the room carrying the mug with her. Her son watched her as she went, grinning at how she kept looking down into it.

MOTHER

Lisa brought the mug downstairs into the kitchen. She did not like what her son had just told her. The prospect of losing Zack to adulthood so soon weighed on her. She thought she had more time to prepare mentally. Now, her mind was flooded with hypotheticals: What if he moves out? What if he only visits sparingly? What is she going to do with her life now that he didn't need her?

She looked down into the mug absently, her mind racing. Suddenly, a realization came to her. Her son Zack clearly had matured. He had sexual needs and even though it started out a bit awkward, he was now pleasuring himself in front of her multiple times a day. But, all that masturbating, even with her doing all the cleaning up, was not enough to satisfy him. That's why he was looking at girls, he wasn't fulfilled enough at home!

But, Lisa thought to herself, what could she do to increase his satisfaction from his solo sessions? Lisa had not committed incest and she had no plans to ever commit incest. She reasoned that her involvement, if you can call it that, was completely tertiary. She was just there to clean up after all. She looked into the mug again.

Zack did not mind masturbating in front of her and he also seemed to enjoy having her around to clean up after him. But he would often watch really disgusting pornography. In fact, the only time he really interacted with her when he was actively orgasming and spraying his stuff into whatever she was holding. Maybe she could kick it up a notch, really show him how proud she was of him growing to be a big strong man who didn't make nasty messes anywhere except when his mommy was helping him.

She brought the mug up to her nose and took a deep whiff. Honestly, it didn't have a strong smell - which made the next part easier. She took a breath and then, slowly, started to tilt the mug towards her lips.

SON

Late that evening, Zack was just returning home from his date. It had gone mostly well, Kiara was a pre-med student from Smalltown, Midwest USA and had moved out to this part of the country six months ago. She was very attractive, smart, and ambitious, but she was also innocent and a bit naive - in an adorable kind of way.

The date went in the right direction, he could sense that she was into him just as much as he was into her. But, his hopes of getting lucky that night were dashed when she told him in no uncertain terms that she wanted to take it slow. He would have been more disappointed had she not ended the night with a fair amount of seductive making out at her doorstep.

Still, it meant he would have to wait a bit longer to get some. No matter, he didn't mind taking care of himself in meantime. He walked into the house and was immediately greeted by his mother in the foyer. He could tell she was anxious but also a bit relieved to see that he was finally home.

"Zack, I'm glad you're home! How'd it go?" asked his mom, fidgeting slightly.

"It went pretty good. She's gorgeous and smart. She wants to go out again on Wednesday," he replied.

"I'm... I'm happy for you. She sounds like a good match for you."

"Yeah, we'll see. I have to play my cards right with her, She's playing hard to get. In fact, she left me a bit excited and I was going to go relieve myself upstairs, if you know what I mean." Zack chuckled, wondering if his mom was as disappointed as he hoped.

He knew she was over-protective and although it was too early for her to admit, since their escapades had only started a few days ago, he knew she was mesmerized by watching him shoot his loads. It was like in those moments, she focused on nothing else except his cock as his cum erupted out of it. She always scrambled to catch it. Sometimes, an occasional hard jerk of his cock would send a stray rope of pearly thick spunk out of reach for whatever she was holding and onto the floor. She would always inspect it closely before gently chastising him on making a mess. And then, without fail, she would always comment on the amount of jizz she'd collect.

He turned to head upstairs to his room, when he heard his mom clear her throat. "Zack, I can help you, if you'd like."

He smiled and shook his head. "Mom, I told you, I'm trying to get with this girl. You don't need to clean up after me anymore."

"Zack, sweetie, please," she said softly, causing Zack to turn and look at her more closely, intrigued. "Please... I want to help you. I want to be there when you cum."

Zack smiled.

MOTHER

Her son furiously pumped his hard cock right in front of her as he watched some porn star get her face covered in semen by a group of men. The head of his phallus was a dark angry purple that blinked in and out of existence as his fist and foreskin blurred over it. He was just about to start ejaculating. Lisa could tell by the way his sack stopped bouncing around as much and tightened up as his balls started to ascend. Time to turn it on.

"That's it Zack, show mommy. Show mommy!" Lisa said excitedly, holding a plate this time. She was ready for this. She had been thinking about what she was going to do all day since her revelation earlier.

Zack was momentarily taken aback. He was not used to her saying something purposefully dirty. He continued to jerk himself off, this time watching his mother on the floor as she eagerly held up the plate near him. This was hotter than what was happening on his computer screen.

"Let it all out. Let all of your sperm out so mommy can clean it up for you."

Zack panted, right at the edge, but again distracted by his mother's ridiculously nasty comment. He pointed his dick slightly down towards the plate which his Mother was holding eagerly directly under him. The look on her face was fanatical, she was solely focused on the head of his cock.

"Can you please make a really big load of yummy spunk? I want to show you something." Precum started to spatter on the plate. Zack groaned and started spurting. Big lines of of glistening cum erupted out, one after the other, in rapid succession. He jerked his dick, cumming so hard from what his mom just said that it felt like he was about to faint.

With his cock angled down slightly, he wasn't shooting cum so much as it oozed out of him, the spasms sending thick gushes of cum to land on the plate with audible plops. It quickly formed a small milky-white pool in the middle of the plate.

He looked down at the plate, admiring his handy work as he squeezed and shook his cock, trying to get the last few globs of jizz out. He wiped the inside of his thumb and index finger along the edge of the plate his mother was holding, getting some of the cum off as well.

Suddenly, she bent her head down towards the plate and inhaled deeply. She then looked up to her son and said, "Now it's your turn to watch me."

She bent back down and, to his utter astonishment, started licking and slurping his cum off the plate. She tilted the plate so it all pooled towards one end and lapped it with the top of her tongue like a dog. As she sucked his thick fluid off the plate, she hummed and swallowed audibly, knowing that her son enjoyed the over the top cum play from the frequent bukkake videos he watched. She pressed her nose into the plate even so that she could suck every single drop of her son's jizz into her mouth.

She did not particularly care for the taste of semen, but she knew her son was ogling above her as she smacked her cum covered lips and licked the plate absolutely clean. She used her finger to get some of the goo off of the corners of her mouth and nose then pushed it onto her tongue, which she had stuck out because she knew her son was enjoying the show.

She pulled her tongue back in with a big slurp and then made a big of show of swallowing one final time. She then opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out with a satisfied "Ahh!"

Zack fell back into the chair, totally blown away by what he just witnessed, His naive and innocent mother, whom until recently was getting upset that he wouldn't clean the puddles of spunk he left on the floor or the long streaks he left in the shower, had just noisily slurped up an absolutely gargantuan load. It was probably the nastiest, most deviant sexual behavior he had ever seen, and given his extreme porn proclivity, that was saying something. Compounded by the knowledge it was his doting and often-annoying mother, genuflect before him still holding her now spotless platter, and it was no small surprise that Zack immediately felt his member stiffening.

"Oh my god..." he heaved, catching his breath. "Holy shit!"

Lisa sat on her knees before him, smiling and knowing that her son really enjoyed what she just did. Despite being nervous at first, it was really quite easy to do. If this was all she needed to do to keep him around, then she was going to continue her new form of enthusiastic "cleaning up" in earnest. And it looked like Zack truly was enjoying it, as Lisa watched his penis harden.

"Do you have any more sperm that you want your mother to clean up for you?" Lisa asked coyly.

Zack's hand shot to his cock and began to stroke again. Soon, he was again pumping away at his cock, his meaty balls bouncing violently beneath his hand. His mother, still on her knees in front of him with the once again clean plate serenely resting on her lap, looked up at him with a small smile. Zack had forgotten completely about the porn playing on his computer to his left. He was completely enraptured by his mother and the words she had wickedly spoken just now.

His mother, for her part, was elated by this change. She could see that he was focused solely on her now, as he sat on his computer chair jerking himself. His shorts were still around his ankles and he was leaning forward. He clearly was very into what she had said just a moment ago. Lisa was more than happy to continue titillating him with some more of the language she had just used.

"That's it Zack. I know you have another hot load of creamy ejaculate you want your mother to slurp up. No more squirting it on the floor, no more making gloopy messes and leaving them for me to clean up. Your mommy will clean it right in front of you from now on. With her lips and tongue," added Lisa, eagerly anticipating his reaction to her fucked up dirty talk.

Zack shuddered, mesmerized by what he just heard. He could not believe this was his mother saying this kind of thing. The woman who he had never even heard say the words "fuck" or "shit" or any other derogatory language. The woman who was known for being a kind and mild-mannered respectable member of the community. He quickened his motion while his other hand grabbed his balls. Even though he had just started stroking a moment ago, the dirty shit his mother was saying to him was quickly putting him over the edge.

"Aww, does my son like hearing that? Do you like me saying that I'm going to slurp up whatever you shoot for me? Well I am. No matter how much you ejaculate, mommy is going to clean it up with her mouth from now on. It's what you deserve after all, my big strong boy. Now, point that thing down at the plate and blow a nice big load of spunk. That's it sweetie!" said his mother as she straightened her posture and leaned forward, eagerly anticipating her son making another sticky mess.

With his dick again angled down slightly, Zack felt the inevitable erupt from him. He gasped as a long, thick strand of cum shot out of him. It splattered on the plate but a good amount also overshot the plate his mother was angling towards him. He released again and again, twitching as his cock shot out what Zack was sure was the entirety of cum that was left in his body. He held his cock still as the last thick drips of semen slopped on the plate.

He watched as his mother eyed the plate, totally enamored with what she was holding. She didn't even glance at him as she sat back on her knees and brought the plate close to her face. She inhaled deeply, sniffing over the warm streaks of his load pooling in the plate. Trembling with anticipation, she huffed several times over the plate with her eyes closed, moaning subtly under her breath, but just loud enough that she was sure her son heard.

Then she leaned the plate towards her lips, the semen cascading in small streams down the porcelain where it dripped into her mouth in big clumps. She held her mouth open until the drips stopped, the warm cum pooling in her mouth. She opened her eyes and turned her head back to her son. She opened her mouth as wide as she could so that he could see the load resting across her tongue and mouth. And with that, she snapped her back and moaned as she swallowed noisily.

Zack sat back, once again blown away by what he had just witnessed. His dick was retreating from its full size but he sat completely enraptured by what he was watching. His mom then made a show of loudly slurping and sucking at the plate with her lips. She mashed her lips into the plate and then dragged her tongue over and over the plate, making sure to get every single drop of her son's load. She licked her lips clean as she set the plate down and stood up.

"Oh my god, Mom! That was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life. Oh my god, I'm... speechless," said Zack shakily. He noticed the splatter that missed the plate his mother was holding. He gestured to it and said, "Wow, I'm sorry, I could have aimed better. Now that I know you're doing that, I'll make sure to get it all on..." His voice trailed off as he watched his mother drop back down to her knees and crawl over to the spatter.

She held her hair up as she bent over, angling her body while making a show of looking her son's eyes as she hovered her face over the floor where Zack's cum overshot the plate. She again inhaled deeply, savoring the smell, and then smushed her lips on to the floor and made another show of greedily sucking the drops of semen from the floor. She moaned as she sucked and slurped it up, then she sat back chewing slightly as she savored the flavor. Not her favorite texture but there was something so erotic about it being her son's ejaculate that she knew this would not be the last time she would taste it. These floors were also spotless after all and she knew her son was into extremely submissive women. What better way to show him that she was submissive to him? She rose to her feet again.

"There we go. The floor is all clean and so is the plate. I knew you could be a big boy and make your messes where mommy could easily clean it up. I am so proud of you! I want us do this again and again. As often as you want to, son. You just let your mommy know when, 'mkay?" She twirled around and sauntered out of Zack's room, smiling to herself as she went.

There was no way her son's new girlfriend would be able to compete with that. Zack was hers and she was going to make sure that he stayed at home with his mother.

Zack, for his part, sat in his chair, still with his pants around his ankles. His motivation to do anything or move at all was totally destroyed by the flood of hormones he just experienced. He could not believe that his mother was doing the things she was doing. Honestly, this had worked out far better than he had expected. He knew she was gullible but she had surprised him by how hard she had fallen for his conniving.

But Zack was anything but sated with this new found knowledge. Maybe he was temporarily satiated sexually, but now that he knew what she was willing to do, he wanted to push her to see what she would do next. And what better way than to increase the pressure than to make her think that he didn't need her.

He reached for his phone, intent on continuing his plan, and started texting Kiara. His mother would not like that one bit.