Mommy's Rules

Mommy's Rules Ch. 04

All characters in this story are fictional and over the age of 18.

I was on my back, arms splayed and held in place by vines that somehow seemed to be complicit in my detainment. My naked mother squatted above me with her dark, wet, swollen cunt inches from my face. Her alabaster skin was now murky, shadowy, and forbidding. Some kind of evil forces were chanting, "Lick her and we will go" over and over. I tried to raise my head to lick her, but it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, and I could not lift it to touch the lips on my face to the dripping lips of her vagina.

"Jason, wake up." My mother began to slowly vaporize. No! I wanted the evil forces to go away, not my mother! She was dissolving.

"Jason, wake up!" My eyes flew open to see my mother, looking completely normal in her nightgown, shaking my shoulder. "Wake up, honey, it's time to get ready for school."

"Oh my god!" I said, blinking my eyes to wake up fully. "I was having a really intense dream!"

"Well," she said, "Dream or no dream, you have to get to school and you're late. You overslept."

I thanked her and leapt out of bed and jumped in the shower, noting on the way that I had to be out of the house in 15 minutes. After a quick rinse-off I got dressed, checked my backpack to make sure I had the right books for my Monday classes, grabbed my bat bag, and was out the door without breakfast. Eating would have to wait until lunch.

Before I left, I reminded Mom that I had an away game in a town about thirty miles away at 4 pm. She told me she'd be there.

Between classes I got most of my homework done and finished it on the bus ride to the small college we were playing. We won again and I went one for three with a double. I didn't have a lot of plays in the field but handled every one that came my way. Another good outing.

After the game, Mom asked if I wanted to ride back with her or on the bus with my teammates. "Are you kidding?" I answered. "Ride with a beautiful woman who smells like flowers in a nice car or with a bunch of smelly teammates in a rickety bus?" She laughed and threw me the keys to her car.

As we pulled away from the college and were a safe distance, Mom leaned over and kissed my cheek as I steered the car onto the highway. It was early evening just after sunset.

She kissed my cheek again and whispered in my ear, "Yesterday was a wonderful day."

"Yes, it was," I agreed. Yesterday for the first time I had openly touched and played with my mother's cunt for the first time, eating her and finger fucking her to three orgasms in one afternoon. Well, one time I used the dildo. We spent the entire afternoon and evening in bed.

"I've been thinking about it all day. I hope we have more days like that," she said as she kissed my cheek lightly again.

"I think we will," I answered. "Hopefully a lot more days like that, and nights."

"Jason, do you have any doubts or misgivings about what we're doing? I mean, it's not conventional, and would certainly be looked down upon by most people." She went back over to her side and re-strapped her seat belt.

"But not by us," I said. "Not by us, and we're the only ones who matter in this. You and me."

"But I worry sometimes about where this is going," she added with a furrowed brow.

"Mom, I hope I know where this is going. I want to make love to you. I want to go all the way with you."

"I just can't, Jason," she replied. "That just seems so far over the boundaries. I don't regret a thing about the past five weeks, but I'm afraid that I would regret that." I stayed silent for a moment, letting both our minds work on what she had just said. "I don't want to live with regrets."

"I wouldn't ever regret it, Mom," I answered. "I wouldn't ever regret making love to the most beautiful, wonderful woman on Earth."

"Oh, Jason. I love you so much. I'll take good care of you in every way I can think of," she told me. "Except for that." I remained silent again, not sulking, just letting the moment settle in. After about a minute, Mom unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over again and gave me another kiss. "Anything you want, baby, I'll do it."

"Except for that?" I asked.

She didn't answer. Instead, she put her hand in my lap and reached for my cock as she kissed and murmured in my ear. What she was unaware of was that I still had my cup in my jock. When she reached for it, she touched the hard shell of the protective device, then laughed.

"They didn't have a locker room for us at their field," I told her.

"Oh, that must be so uncomfortable," she said as she started unbuttoning the pants to my uniform. "Let me help you with that." She unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants open, reaching in and grabbing the cup, pulling it out from the jock strap that held it in place.

"There, that's better," she said as she pulled down my underwear and took hold of my now exposed cock. She gave it a squeeze. "Now you're free," she said and began stroking it slowly. I started to get hard.

"Mom, I'm driving," I said, but I didn't really want her to stop. But she did stop and sat back in her seat and buckled up. My fly was still open, and my cock exposed to the air. "Can you close me up?" I asked.

"No, she answered. I want to see it." She began rubbing her crotch looking at my cock, which was still growing. With her other hand she pulled at the waistband of her pants and thrust the hand that had been working her pussy down the front of her pants, under her panties.

I kept glancing at her. She was looking at my cock, which was rock hard by now, and working one hand on her cunt while the other was under her shirt, rubbing her breast. "Oh, fuck," she said. "This is so hot."

I continued driving and she continued playing with herself as I watched her, and she watched my cock. Then she slowly closed her eyes and sped up her hand in her panties. Her eyebrows pulled together as she began to get close. Soon her features began to scrunch up into her orgasm face. She started moaning. I was having trouble keeping my eyes on the road.

She said, "Oh, fuck," again and started to come. She bucked in her seat as she rode the orgasm all the way through, grunting through each spasm of her release. She slowly settled down and then sat quietly.

"You're a bad influence on me," she said. You make me do such nasty things."

I laughed and said, "I don't really think I made you do that, Mom. I think you pretty much came up with that idea on your own."

"Yeah, but you make me WANT to do it, though," she said, still trying to shift the responsibility onto me. She reached over and started stroking my cock slowly again. This time I didn't say anything, just let her go at it. She wasn't trying to make me come, she was just giving me pleasure as we drove on in silence.

Before long I swung into the parking garage at my college so I could pick up my car. I had parked on the second floor and when I got up to it, it was the only car on that level in the darkness. I pulled into the spot next to it. Mom said, "Turn off the car and keep your foot off the brake."

I pushed the ignition button to kill the engine as Mom leaned over the console and took my cock into her mouth and started giving me a blowjob. She paused for a moment. "You're a little stinky," she laughed.

"Sorry," I replied.

"It's okay, I like it," she said as she took my cock back into her mouth.

Making sure I didn't hit the brake pedal, I reached down and lowered the back of the seat, so I was in a semi-reclining position, laying back. I basked in the pleasure that I was feeling from Mom's mouth as I reached over to her and tweaked her nipple through her bra. She was making 'mmmm' sounds as she licked and slurped on my cock.

"Come in my mouth, baby," she cooed as she took me down her throat. She took hold of my hard shaft with her hand and began pumping it as she let her drool spill out around the head of my cock and down onto her hand, making my cock slippery. She pumped, licked and sucked until I felt my cum rising in my balls. I started to moan and move my hips in time with her mouth and hand.

"That's it, baby, Come for me. Come in me. Come in my mouth," Mom mumbled as she began working her hand faster on my rigid cock. I could feel my sperm rising from my balls into my cock and then it shot out into Mom's mouth, giving me a wave of pleasure as it spurted. Again, I shot out another gooey string of white cum into her mouth and felt the wave wash over me. Again and again, I spurted and she took each shot, gulping and swallowing as I filled her mouth with my seed.

When I was finished she let my cock pop out of her mouth, then sat back in her seat and looked over at me.

"I just want to make you happy, Baby," she told me, wiping my cum from her mouth with the back of her hand. "The whole time at your game I was watching you and just thinking about how much I love you and how much you turn me on. I honestly didn't think I could ever feel as sexually awake as I feel now with you."

I reached for the door handle to get out but paused before I did. "Think about what I said, Mom. I really want to put it in you. I want to be inside you. It would feel so right, not wrong." Again, she didn't answer.

"I'll see you at home, honey." With that I got out of the car and she scooted over the console into the driver's seat. I got into my car and started it up. She backed up before me, then I followed her the mile or so to home.

Mom pulled her car into the garage, and I parked mine in the driveway like usual. She waited for me to come into the garage before hitting the door closer. We entered the kitchen and I grabbed a sparkling water out of the refrigerator.

Mom had a frozen pizza out and was preheating the oven. I told her I was going up to shower and she told me that she'd find a movie for us to watch when the pizza was ready. When I got back downstairs, Mom had her robe and house slippers on and was watching the bag of popcorn in the microwave, waiting for the last few kernels to pop.

We retired to the living room and Mom started the movie she had chosen. I munched on pizza, grabbed a few handfuls of popcorn, and drank my sparkling water as we watched. Mom cuddled up to me as she ate her small sliver of pizza and sipped on her glass of wine. We laughed as we watched the Rom-Com. It wasn't really my type of movie, but I knew Mom liked this kind of flick and I was fine with it.

Even though Mom had given me a blowjob in her car about two hours before, the cuddling and the closeness on the couch was getting me a little worked up again. When the movie ended, I sat up to grab the clicker off the coffee table and Mom was forced to unwrap herself from me and she sat up as well. I clicked off the TV and looked over at her and was suddenly struck by how absolutely beautiful she was. I was minorly sexually aroused by all the cuddling and when I saw her with her blonde hair and Nordic features, the swell of her breasts above the closure of her robe, her tanned legs and painted toenails, it just hit me what an incredibly beautiful woman she was.

"Mom, you are so beautiful," I blurted, almost without thinking. "I can't believe that a woman as beautiful as you can also be incredible in so many other ways as well. You amaze me." Mom blushed when I said this. Then I saw her face slowly crumbling and she began crying softly.

"Mom! What did I say wrong?" I said, moving over to her on the couch and taking her into my arms. I hugged her and began giving her small kisses on her forehead.

"Oh, honey," she answered. "It's not what you said wrong, it's what you said right. I'm crying from happiness, not sadness or hurt." She pulled a little bit away from me and looked me right in the eye. "I just can't believe how happy you make me. I can't believe that I raised a son who is so loving, caring, and thoughtful. I can't believe that you are putting all that care and love into me. Before we started, I didn't think I was worth it."

"Oh, God, Mom," I told her. "There's nobody in the world more worth it than you."

It was as if time paused for a moment, both of us at the calm center of a spinning world. She leaned into me, and I into her, and our lips met as our eyes closed. I held her in my arms and there was nothing in the universe other than her and me and the kiss that we were sharing. Our mouths opened and our tongues found each other's. A warm mist enveloped me as we held each other and kissed deeply. A kiss deeper and more meaningful than I had ever experienced.

I was only shifted a little bit out of the kiss by her hands pulling at my shirt to try to get it off me. I pulled my body away from hers a bit, my lips still glued to hers. She lifted my T-Shirt from my waist up to my chest and I briefly broke the kiss and raised my arms so she could pull it over my head. My lips immediately found hers again, and without breaking the kiss, I pulled my gym shorts off. We immediately regained the intensity of the kissing, and I almost felt like I was falling into her as we embraced and hungrily tasted and touched each other's mouths with our tongues.

Mom pulled away from me for a moment and opened her robe. I hadn't been aware of it, but she was completely nude underneath, and I drank in the vision of her perfectly shaped breasts, her pink nipples, taut and pointed now with desire, her tight belly, and the smooth skin of her vagina. She lay back and I fell on top of her, our mouths again finding each other with passionate need.

I moved completely on top of her, my arms around her and her arms around me, our naked bodies chest to chest, stomach to stomach. I moved my cock up against her bare pussy. I pushed the length of it against her and I felt it slide completely into her wet slit, only the head exposed, up against her clit. She gasped when I rubbed it up and down the length of her. My cock was nestled in the cradle of her cunt. I slid it upwards again, and I felt the intensity of her kiss increase. I moved it down and she moaned. I could feel the tip of my cock rubbing against her clit. She was clutching me in her embrace, her mouth locked onto mine, her tongue moving furiously against mine as I began rubbing the tip of my cock against her clit. I moved again and this time she pushed her hips down to meet my upward thrust. Then, as I moved down, she pushed up against me, pressing her clit against the shaft of my cock as it slid in her creamy juice.

Again, I thrust up, she down. Then me down, her up. Soon, we were in a smooth rhythm, the head and shaft of my cock sliding up and down her clit. Each thrust allowing my cock to bathe in her juice, lubricating the friction. Our bodies were locked in embrace, our mouths connected when she gasped into my mouth, "I'm gonna come, baby. I'm gonna come so hard." I felt the first spasm of her body beneath me and suddenly felt my own climax imminent.

Mom lay writhing below me, and on her second wave, I had my first. My cum shot out of my cock into the compressed area between our pelvises over and over. We held each other and rode out our orgasms together. When both our orgasms subsided, I just lay on top of her, gently kissing her face all over, my deflating cock still pressed against her pussy.

Finally, I felt her heave a big sigh below me. I didn't move though. It felt so good to be right up against her entire body. After perhaps five minutes of just feeling the love, I pushed up off her and sat up. Looking down, I could see that she had drenched her robe underneath her with her juices, and that her entire belly, pelvis, and the upper part of her vagina was bathed in my sperm.

"Mom, you are so beautiful," I told her again. I think that was where this all started.

She laughed and said, "Why do you always say that when I'm a sticky mess with sex stuff?"

"Okay," I answered. "You're beautiful and you're incredibly sexy." She smiled at me. "And incredibly incredible," I added.

"Okay then, young man," she replied. "Get your incredibly incredible Mom a warm washcloth to clean myself up with. I don't want to get any of this mess on the couch or carpet."

I went into the guest bathroom and ran the tap water until it turned hot. Adjusting the temperature to warm, I put a washrag under it and let it soak up the liquid. As I waited, I looked down at my still turgid cock. It was coated in my own cum and my mom's, slick and shiny. I touched my finger to it and brought it up to my nose and took a whiff. It smelled incredible. It smelled like sex. The sex I had never experienced until recently. We were so close to going all the way.

I wrang out the warm washcloth and returned to the living room. Mom was still laying on the couch, robe open, legs spread. She was completely exposed to me and felt no embarrassment or shyness. I began cleaning her up. I gently wiped the insides of her legs, her belly, her pelvic area, then after refolding the washcloth, I began wiping at her vagina, cleaning off both my semen and her cum.

"Thank you, baby," she said.

"I love you, Mom," I said softly. "You don't have to thank me for cleaning up my own mess." I smiled and continued. "Well, partly my mess. I think a lot of this was you, too."

"No," she replied quietly, then paused a moment. "Thank you for not putting it in." She paused another moment. "I'm not sure I could have stopped you."

In truth, it never occurred to me. The moment was so intense, so perfect, so beautiful, that it needed nothing more than what it was.

"You're welcome, Mommy," I said. She gave me a sudden look like, 'What the Fuck?' and I burst out laughing.

She picked up a throw pillow from below her head and threw it at me, telling me I was incorrigible.

Her comment about not putting it in her, though, fired up my imagination. She didn't think she would be able to stop me. She wanted it. I wanted it.

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More school, more studying, more practice, more games, more Mom. I don't think I had ever been happier than I was at that moment in my life. My future, financial responsibility, dating, and everything else was on hold and I was concentrating on the things that were important to me and only on those things. School, baseball, Mom.

One thing had been eating at me a little bit, though. My Dad was a major Dick. Based on how he had treated me my whole life, then on what Mom had told me about what he put her through, then with him just disappearing out of my life after the divorce, there was no other conclusion except that the guy, my father, was a complete asshole.

But I wondered why he hadn't at least tried to call me or get in touch with me. I mean, I didn't want to talk to him, but what kind of person lets their kid go through a divorce, then just abandons them completely. My only conclusion was that he was an egotistical, self-absorbed, Grade-A prick. Fuck him. I didn't need him.

Mom and I kind of cooled it the next day after the intense love-making we had experienced together the night after my away-game. Even though we didn't actually fuck, it was definitely making love with each other, rubbing my cock on, not in, her vagina. We were a little quiet around each other the next day. Both of us, I think, were a taken aback by the intensity of what had occurred. I studied in my room that evening, then fell asleep while listening to music on my bed. Mom poked her head into my room at one point, but I was barely aware and just felt like staying asleep.

The next night when we did it together, I think Mom was kind of trying to keep me away from wanting to put it in her. I think it's called deflecting. It's like she was trying to keep me away from getting that close again.

Right after she showered, she walked into my bedroom while I was doing homework. She was completely naked and holding the dildo. She asked if I wanted to try something completely new.