I woke up in the morning feeling my penis being manipulated. I opened my eyes and saw Mom holding my member, bending her head, and preparing to take me into her mouth. It was 8:30 am, and the sun rays penetrated the room, giving me a close-up view of my mother's lips engulfing my pecker.
As she was doing it, she gazed at me and winked. I grinned, "Thank you for tending to my buddy, but I think I should go to the bathroom and brush my teeth first."
Mom removed my organ from her mouth and smiled, "Honey, you did a great job last night, and I thought you deserved a bonus. I thought of giving it to you later but noticed your pole was hard and created a noticeable tent in your underwear. I am talking about a part of your body that is 3 feet away from your teeth, so teeth brushing is not mandatory. While young men sport a Woodie for different reasons, I heard a cocksucking treatment helps most of them. Wouldn't you agree?"
I chuckled, "You win. Does your 'treatment' include a happy ending?!..."
"Steve darling, I wouldn't dream of less."
I lay quiet and watched her work miracles. Her full lips encompassed the sponged head and gingerly progressed forward, making my prick gradually disappear inside her mouth. I felt when it crossed into her pharynx, and to my surprise, she did not gag. I held my breath, trying to keep still and let her take as much as she could before making any move. When the first 6" were lodged in her oral cavity, she bent her head further and swallowed, letting the tip penetrate the esophagus.
Her expertise surprised me. Some girls I had sex with before, gave great heads, but nobody did it like Mom, forcing my cock all in without choking! My rod wasn't the world's longest, but at 7.5" and decent girth, all my prior girls worked harder and achieved lesser success than Mom! More importantly - It was MY MOTHER. What guy expects his Mom to be highly skilled at blowing a phallus?!...
In the meantime, Mom's forehead was anchored on my lower abdomen, with my cock totally hidden in her mouth. Her tongue squeezed my member up onto my palate, obliterating the space between them, and began bobbing gently. The friction felt amazing. It was much better than the feeling when any other girl was doing it or when I masturbated. Mom didn't even increase the pace yet, and I was ready to ejaculate.
I tried my best to postpone my orgasm by thinking about our team's last loss, but to no avail. Her Dyson-like milking of my organ resulted in me shooting my slimy spunk into her hungry mouth in no time. She watched my eyes as I poured my seed into her oral cavity and swallowed my stuff as it was coming. She kept the last drops in her mouth and savored the taste.
When she was done, I remained wordless, ogling her magic mouth. She giggled, "Honey, years ago, one of my girlfriends told me that a blowjob is just like riding a bike - Once you learn how to do it, you never forget... Your juice is tasty, and I've read it contains healthy ingredients. In short, I love doing it and will be happy to suck you whenever you feel the need."
I was stunned, "Mom, in the last 24 hours, I found out so many things about you I never guessed before. Every new fact makes me love you more!"
I saw tears in her eyes, "Thank you, lover. It means the world to me..."
...
We ate breakfast, and then we took an open-air tour bus to watch LA attractions: The Hollywood Sign, The Hollywood Walk of Fame, Beverly Hills, Sunset Strip, Rodeo Drive, and houses of several celebrities, including Madonna, Frank Sinatra, and Charlton Heston.
It took a few hours, and Mom was spellbound. She heard about the stars and watched their movies but never thought she'd visit their homes. She voiced her only concern: "Stevie, I take too much of your precious time. The whole morning we tour LA, and later, we'll go to your party together. Don't you have better things to do today than spend it with an oldie?"
I raised my fists, "Woman, stop talking like that about my lover! Next time you mention 'oldie,' I'll have to punish you."
She laughed, "You are so cute when you pretend to be tough. I bet you never spanked a woman in your life." She smirked, "Unless it was part of a sexual game..."
I stared at her, "Have you done it too?"
"Yes. It was when I was much younger, but I still have fond memories of prior encounters."
"Mom, you surprise me more and more. As a son, I'd be embarrassed to ask about your previous experiences. However, as a lover who wishes to please you in bed, I'd love to know what you like, anything you fantasized about doing, and what you want to try with me."
"Oh honey, I look at sex much simpler than you. If there is one thing I learned, everything can be tried at least once with the right partner. If communication and trust are intact, there are no limits..."
"Are you sure about it? What about bondage? spanking? anal sex? threesome?"
She looked me in the eye and said, "Love, as I said, the sky is the limit. If you wish to involve me in something you think I may not like, just talk to me beforehand, but in general, as of yet, I have not heard anything I'll refuse a priory."
We didn't talk much on our way back to the hotel. My mind was still trying to digest Mom's giving me a free hand with her body. I couldn't grasp my good luck: How often does it happen that a man is permitted to use at will the body of the woman he craves more than anything else?...
We arrived at our room and napped for a couple of hours.
...
I woke up at 5:30 pm and noticed Mom was still asleep. I muted the TV and watched an old football game. She woke up an hour later and apologized, "Sorry, I didn't know I was so tired. When shall I start preparing for the celebration?"
"It depends on how much time you need. We better leave the hotel in an hour."
She smiled, "Honey, women take a long time to prepare. You go to the bathroom first and do whatever you need to do. Once I am there, it may take me until we leave."