This story has grown far beyond my original conception of it. The characters have inspired far more story than I thought would be possible. Your comments and messages have given me the encouragement to continue when I might have just let the tale end. The story has expanded to the point that I have enough plotted out enough to go on for many more chapters (if that is what you want!). I don't know where it might end and I welcome any and all suggestions that I may weave into Jeremy's story. I love getting comments or messages from my readers; you are why I write these words.
Note: It will help to read previous chapters to know fully what is going on. (I may do a summary for future chapters.)
Thanx for reading!
*
I awoke the next morning, Monday, more than an hour before my alarm was set to go off. I remembered mom's statement about not visiting me this morning, so I unhappily rolled over and went back to sleep, trying to ignore my morning woody. That was just an indication of how the rest of my week would go. After such a sex-filled four days, I spent the next week much as I had before walking into the kitchen and asking mom to jerk me off, which is too say, handling things myself. Only worse now, because I knew what sexual treasures lay so close by, within my sight and practically untouchable. I noticed that mom seemed to be dressing sexier; shorter skirts, tight sweaters, blouses with an extra button left undone, jeans or slacks that clung so temptingly to her curvy ass. I had to believe her attire was for my benefit only; I never saw dad notice or make one comment about what mom was wearing. I stared blatantly, letting mom catch me almost drooling over her, a smile or a wink her only response to my ogling. She was also showing off her figure while no one else but I was looking. Mom would emphasize her ass when she bent over by not crouching at the knees but rather from the waist, stretching her arms up and outward, pushing her breasts forward in my direction, a few times I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra! Mom also would touch me more frequently, putting her hand on my arm when we would talk or during dinner, brushing up against me if we passed each other, usually rubbing her tits on my arm, one of her hands would stray over my dick that was almost constantly hard, or pushing her ass against my crotch. Mom was driving me crazy!
Not to say that I wasn't doing the same things to her. I made sure she got an eyeful of the perpetual bulge in my pants, even grabbing it once or twice to emphasis its size and hardness. Mom would lick her lips hungrily at my display. Every time I got near mom, my hands were pulled to her body as if she was a black hole, her irresistible gravity causing me to grope her terrific tits or her full firm ass! I got into the habit of giving her a swat on her derrière every chance I could, mom would always respond with an almost imperceptible, 'oh!' Our hugs became more frequent, our lower halves grinding urgently in the brief moments we were connected.
Needless to say, our lips were never far apart if no one else was nearby. We would duck into an empty room and make out for a few minutes; sneaking into a bathroom, the utility room, or either of our bedrooms and press our tongues into the other's mouth until we were breathless and flushed. Once we were nearly caught by dad when he came into the downstairs bathroom during a commercial break while I had my tongue in mom's mouth, only the creaking of a floorboard under the hallway carpeting giving us a one-second notice before he appeared in the doorway. Mom made a hurried excuse about checking some rash on the side of my neck when dad found us standing close together. He gave us both a strange look and thankfully never asked about looking at my nonexistent inflammation. We exited, and after dad closed the bathroom door behind us, we resumed our lip lock for a precious few seconds more, before returning to the living room laughing with nervousness at our close call.
That wasn't the only close call that week either. It was probably the least risky of any of the incidents that occurred.
Tuesday afternoon when I got home from school, I knew that there was some time before my sibling's bus would drop them off, so I went into the kitchen where mom could usually be found. Sure enough, she was cleaning out the microwave oven, various racks and the rotating tray spread out on the counter. Mom turned as I entered the room. She gave me a big smile but continued what she was doing.
'Hey, mom! Do you have a minute?' I casually asked.
She turned, hesitantly.
This was justifiable after last week's incident.
Even more so, as I had undone my jeans and dropped them and my underwear to my ankles.
Mom saw my erect cock with her widened eyes. There wasn't the anger that she had last week, instead a hunger consumed her look.
'Jeremy! Again?'
'It worked pretty well last time!' I wiggled my hips causing my cock to dance back and forth.
Mom smiled, her eyes never leaving my little buddy.
'That's not exactly how I remember it, though the day did get much better after that!' Mom answered, dropping her cleaning rag and moving over to me.
'How about a blow job my cock-sucking slut mom?'
Mom's eyes moved from my cock to my face, staring at me for a long moment. She then dropped to her knees and had her mouth wrapped over the mushroom dome before she even managed to get her hands around the shaft of my stiff dick.
'Mmfrb nuhgle sunhrm.' Mom mumbled with her full mouth.
'What was that, whore bitch?' Mom's eyes glowed up at me.
She didn't repeat it and never took her mouth off my cock, instead taking me deeper into her mouth. Mom was soon gagging with my cockhead pressing against the back of her throat. She pulled off for a second and then had it back deep in her mouth. She bobbed up and down, her tongue tickling the sides as she did. After a few strokes, mom again attempted to swallow my throbbing cock. She was within an inch of deep throating my whole length, her lips being brushed by my curly pubic hairs.
'Good job, mom!' I praised her. She looked up to my face, her achievement and my compliment reflecting from her emerald eyes.
Mom withdrew off my cock and began a thorough job of licking her thick saliva off me, one hand gripping the base and the other cupping my balls. She had me ready to cum in no time! Mom seemed desperate to have me unload in her hungry mouth, but she also wanted to prolong her enjoyment of sucking and licking my big hard dick. I, too, wanted both those things!
Mom once again took me deep into her mouth, intent on getting my entire dick down her throat. Even after she started to gag, she pushed her head forward. She was swallowing and gagging as my dick pressed deeper, getting to within an inch again. I grabbed her head with both hands and pushed my hips forward until I felt her lips smash against me, my ball sack rubbing her chin. I held her like that for two seconds before I let her go. She fell back to sit on her heels still making choking sounds and coughing up bile and saliva, her face a mess with tears and sweat. She stared at me with some fear. It wasn't a look I wanted to see on her face ever again! Even if it meant never being able to do anything with her again. But, I was also proud that she had finally managed to get my whole cock in her mouth!
'You really are a true cock-sucking mother now!' I said. 'Are you going to be okay?' I know my concern may seem false since this wasn't the first thing I said, but mom was breathing, she hadn't puked, and she hadn't gotten up and fled. She coughed again before she answered.
'I'll be fine.' Mom gave me a look that I couldn't decipher through her bedraggled face. 'Don't ever do that to me again, Jeremy.' Her tone was a bit on edge.
'I'm sorry, mom. I was just trying to help you get it all in your mouth. You seemed so intent on being able to get my dick down your throat and you were so close!' I apologized profusely with my spit-coated cock still pointing at mom's face.
'I know you were just helping. It just startled me. I couldn't breathe and you were holding me there, I felt ... it doesn't matter. Just please, don't do it again.' She took a deep breath.
'I won't! But you did it.' Mom gave me a little smile, then her eyes returned to my hard dick.
'Now let's see if I can get you to fill my mouth with your tasty, creamy spunk!' Her smile grew as she took hold of my cock and replaced her mouth over the head. In a moment she was bobbing her mouth up and down over my veiny shaft, franticly trying to milk my balls of my cum.
I had recovered from our short intermission and was within moments of unleashing my load in mom's awaiting mouth, when the front door banged open.
My heart jumped into my mouth as mom fell away from me, my pulsing cock standing prominently between us. I bent and grabbed the waistband of my jeans, tangling them with my boxers as I pulled them up urgently as I heard my siblings barge into the living room and drop their school bags on the floor. Mom sprang to her feet, wiping her face with her hands, not making any improvement. I darted behind the counter island, trying to arrange my underwear and zip up my pants. I threw mom a towel that she caught with one hand and was wiping her face as Johnny and Jojo called out simultaneously, 'Mom!' and entered the kitchen.
'You two are home early.' I said as mom straightened her blouse and ran a hand through her hair.
'Mrs. Darby drove us home.' Johnny said without any further explanation as he went to the refrigerator.
'Mommy, you look funny.' Jojo looked at mom with cute concern on her face.
'I was cleaning the microwave when your brother startled me.' Mom looked from her daughter to me. I hoped my sister accepted this weak excuse for mom's flushed and streaked face.