Mommy's Rules Ch. 02
I wasn't all that shocked that my mother had given in so easily when I asked her for a blow job. I was more surprised just before that when I was so easily able to coax her to help me relieve myself and get my boner down. That was really the big step because it was "down there" and she had said we couldn't do anything "down there". After that, all I had to do was call her Mommy and ask nicely. She had a long history of giving me whatever I wanted to try to make up for the horrible way my father treated me.
When I woke up the next morning, I was horny again with a hard on so I went back to her room and climbed into bed with her. At first she didn't wake up so I reached over and began lightly rubbing her breasts through the thin material of her nightie. She shifted slightly, rolling over to her back and I began tweaking her nipples, then squeezing them, then pulling lightly on them. She moaned softly, then slowly woke up and when her eyes opened, she looked startled to see me there.
"Honey, what.....?" she mumbled as I leaned over to kiss her breast. She gently pushed me away. "No, baby, not now. I'm not even awake yet."
"But Mommy," I said. "My boner is back."
"Honey, Mommy needs her coffee. You're just going to have to wait or deal with it yourself." I pulled back and got out of bed and headed back to my room. I considered jerking off but decided against it and went downstairs to the kitchen and made coffee and by the time I finished, my boner had gone down all on its own. I brought two mugs upstairs, took one to Mom in her room and told her I was sorry for waking her up. She told me it was okay, she understood. I took the other back to my room and after a few sips, stripped down and started the shower. I took a few more sips as the water heated up and then stepped into the hot shower.
I was soaping up when I saw the bathroom door open. Through the steam I saw Mom enter, drop her nightie to the ground, open the shower door and step in with me. She came up close to me, face to face, to get in the hot water. I could feel her stiff nipples against my chest. She looked up at me and smiled.
"Sorry I kicked you out of bed, but you startled me," she said. I felt her reach down and grab my cock, which was hanging between us. "Oh, what happened to your boner?" she asked, laughing.
"Making coffee got my mind off it," I answered. "But I think it might be coming back." I could feel my cock beginning to fill with blood as soon as she stepped in the shower, but now that she was holding it in her hand it was rapidly engorging.
"Give me the soap and turn around," she told me. I handed her the squeeze-bottle of liquid soap and spun until I was facing away from her. She pressed her body against mine and reached around, squeezing soap on my dick with her right hand as she stroked it with her left. She got up on her tip toes and whispered in my ear, "Mommy will help you, baby. You deserve it."
With that she began stroking my cock in earnest as the water washed over both of us. Every time enough soap washed away that her hand didn't glide smoothly, she'd squirt a little more on it. I could feel her nipples brushing against my back as she began to piston her hand up and down my cock. God, it felt good. So much better than my own hand. My cock had become rock hard, and Mom's small, smooth hand glided effortlessly up and down the full length. I looked down and watched it go up and down. As I watched, she stopped up near the large mushroom head and swirled her fingertips around it two or three times before resuming her long, smooth strokes. Her hand looked so small wrapped around my fully erect cock. She did the fingertip thing again, swirling around and around four, maybe five times before resuming the stroking.
She stroked in earnest, and I was getting close, but just before I was ready to blow, she did the fingertip thing again around the head of my cock, and my orgasm receded. Again she started the stroking, and again I felt like I was getting close to coming. Again, she stopped and swirled her fingertips. Again and again, she brought me close, only to back off and tease the head of my cock.
It was beautiful agony. I wanted so badly to come, but she just wouldn't quite get me there. Finally, she squeezed out more soap on my cock, closed the bottle and dropped it on the floor of the shower, then took my cock in both hands. The long smooth strokes began to get faster and faster. I could feel my balls filling with sperm, the pressure building up as she jackhammered my cock up and down.
"Come for me now, baby," she said softly, and I exploded against the shower wall, four, five, six powerful jets of cum splattering against the hard tile and washing away before the next stream of sperm followed. Then a milder series of ejaculations followed, the cum being washed away before it hit the wall. Mom stroked my cock increasingly gently as she slowly brought me down. Then she wrapped her arms around my chest and gave me a tight hug. "I love you, baby. I'm so happy to be able to help you. You're incredibly special and I love that about you." I turned around and hugged her back.
"Now are you going to help me wash, or not?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eye. I haven't had anyone to wash my back in a long time!" I bent to the floor and picked up the bottle of soap, opened it, squeezed some on my hand, and turned to face her. She spun around and I began washing her. I washed her upper back, then her lower back, then tentatively began washing her tight butt cheeks. There seemed to be no negative reaction, so I washed down the backs and sides of her legs. I began washing the insides of her knees, then slowly moved up and was washing the insides of her thighs, slowly inching up and up. I wanted to wash her vagina, and as I got up close to it, just inches away, she suddenly spun around.
"Uh, uh," she said. "Why don't you wash my breasts instead?"
"But Mommy...." I started, but she cut me off.
"Just stick to my breasts honey. They like the attention." I began soaping up her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as I did. After a couple of minutes, she took hold of my hands and brought them down to my sides. She spun me around and made sure I had all the soap off me, did a final rinse on herself, then turned the water off.
"You've got a busy day and you'd better get started," she said as she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a couple of towels.
Best shower I ever had.
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She was right, though, I did have a busy day. I had two classes that day, then the first day of Spring baseball practice. I had been recruited by the coach as soon as I signed up at the Community College. He was aware of my youth baseball and high school career and was eager to have me on the team. From that day until the season started, there would be gym time and practice every afternoon and on Saturdays. I was looking forward to playing again and getting back into the gym.
I studied and did homework between classes, so got that out of the way. By the time I had finished the first day of practice and a workout in the gym afterwards, I was pretty tired. I got home and plopped my bat bag on the floor by the front door, then collapsed on the couch. I heard Mom holler from the kitchen, and I answered that yes, it was me.
She came out and looked at me. "You look pooped!" she said. She came over and gave me a very pleasant lingering kiss on the lips. "I'm making dinner, why don't you go up and have a shower. You'll feel refreshed after, I promise." I stood up and she gave me another kiss. "Go on, upstairs with you!" I wondered if I was going to be showering alone. I was.
She was right, though, I did feel better after the shower. I threw on a T-Shirt and gym shorts and went back down. Mom was in the kitchen, wearing very short shorts, a skimpy tank top with no bra, both of which made her look very sexy. The only problem was, she was also wearing a frilly apron that made her look silly. Silly. Sexy. It all worked for me.
We had a great dinner, and afterwards, Mom told me we needed to talk again.
"I spent all day thinking about our new situation. I never should have let it get this far, but it has gotten this far, and overall, I'm okay with it." I was relieved to hear this right off the bat. I was worried when she said, "We need to talk."
"But I have two parts I want to discuss," she continued, "and the first is what's going on sexually and romantically with us. Here are my thoughts" She paused and after an uncomfortable moment, I said, "Okay, what are your thoughts?"
"Well, I'm going to start way back and work my way up to now," she said. "When I first met your father, I was so much in love with him, and he with me. We had a wonderful relationship and a great sex life. You were conceived in love. In fact, I'm sure I know the night you were conceived, and it was a beautiful night of lovemaking." I must have grimaced, because she added, "I'm sorry to be so blunt, but there are things you need to know now that you are a man."
"Your father was dominated by his father, who had unrealistically high expectations of him. Sound familiar? Your father tried so hard to live up to those expectations, but when his Dad died, when you were about five, something in your Dad snapped. Maybe it was that he was finally free to be his own person. Unfortunately, that person was mean-spirited and ugly. He had always been hard on you, overly demanding like his father had been to him. But after his father died, he intensified his verbal and physical assaults on you, and when I tried to protect you, on me as well." I know that this was a time to just listen and not speak up. She wanted to get this off her chest.
"I tried to protect you, and tried to be overly loving and understanding with you to compensate for the damage your father was doing to you. But, Jason, he was also damaging me. He had his first affair that I found out about when you were about six. After that, I forgave him, but I told him I would never give him another blowjob after he had stuck it in another woman. God only knows where his dick had been. That's why I told you that I used to like it, but I didn't anymore with your father." She let this sink in for a moment. It dawned on me that this was a strange conversation to have with your mother, but it didn't feel strange. It made me feel bad for her.
"After another affair, again I forgave him, but I told him I'd never have sex with him again without a condom, because I couldn't be sure that he wasn't disease-ridden. Jason, he flew into a rage, and threatened me. He tried having sex with me and I fought him off for a while, but he was too strong. He finally overpowered me and pinned me down and fucked me with no rubber. I fought the whole time. When I think back now, it was rape. He raped me against my will. I was horrified, and horribly afraid that I would get an STD or worse yet, become pregnant and bear another child for him to bully and abuse." This was shocking.
"But you stayed with him," I said.
"Yes, but only for you. Your life was bad enough without going through the trauma of divorce and the stigma in school. You were doing so well in spite of all the hate he heaped upon you, I didn't want to upset your apple cart."
"Hmmm," I answered. I wasn't sure if that was the best plan, but I was grateful and I said so. "Thanks for that, Mom."
"So after that, the only time we ever had sex was when he raped me, and he refused to wear a condom. Do you remember when you and I went to my sister Jane's for a few days in Santa Barbara when you were about 7?"
