As we both knew it would, my balls and penis begin to itch as the hair started growing back in five days after Mother first shaved me. I found myself fidgeting in class as the itching played with my mind.
When I got home from school that Wednesday afternoon, I rushed right into my bathroom with the intent of shaving the stubble that I could see. I had already stripped off my clothes and had razor in hand when I thought back to Mother telling me she was the one who would wield the razor, not me. I wanted to disobey but I didn't want her to stop going down on me as she had Saturday morning and again Monday night after she got home from work. Of that, I was sure I didn't want to have stopped! I pulled up my pants and found something to eat while I tried to do my homework.
Mother got home a little after five that evening. She found me in my room, lying on my bed and doing my homework in just a t-shirt and sweat pants. "Hi honey, how was your day?" She was dressed very professionally, as she always is.
"My balls itch! They are driving me crazy all day long!"
Mother smiled, "Then you are thinking of your dear Mother all day long too, aren't you?" She unbuttoned her blouse as she was talking to me.
"Yes Mother, but I'm also thinking how much my balls itch!"
Mother laughed as she unfastened her bra and slipped out of it. I was now staring at her incredible breasts and not thinking about my itching balls at all. "Why don't you pull down your sweats and show your Mother what all the trouble is?"
Without hesitating, I pushed my pants down over my penis and balls. She sat down on the bed and leaned over my crotch. Her fingers felt magical as she grasped my cock and moved it around so she could see my balls. She noted that I had nice stubble growing on them, but they could wait until Friday as she had told me she would. Her hand lingered on my penis, stroking it slightly until I was fully erect. I couldn't wait for her lips to kiss my cock but she stood up and hustled out of the room. "I have a date in an hour. I have to get ready."
I was shocked. My cock was fully erect and she left me. I pulled my pants up and hustled down the hallway to her bedroom. By then, she was standing in just a g-string bikini and facing away from me. "Mother! That wasn't fair!"
Mother turned to face me, "You stopped thinking about the itch, didn't you?" Then she stripped off her g and hustled into the shower. She was right about not thinking about the itch, but now I was thinking about cumming in her mouth. Either way, it was difficult going back to homework.
Mother looked devastating as she walked into my room 30 minutes later. "I'm meeting Holly for drinks and maybe a movie. I won't be home too late. If you promise to be a good son, I might help you with one of those problems when I get home!" #
I didn't think Friday night would ever arrive. My balls were still itching though it did help when I started using a little powder on them. I didn't really want to be shaved, but I knew there was nothing I could do to prevent it. Mother got home just before six and walked into my room. She was already wearing just a skirt and her heels from work. Her nipples were already hard - it was obvious Mother enjoyed using the razor. "Are you ready honey? I've been wet all day just thinking about you?"
"I want it to stop itching, but I don't want you to shave me. Do you have to Mother?"
"Oh honey, you know you want to please your Mother. Why don't you pour me a glass of wine and meet me in the shower. I'll be waiting for you."
I walked into the bathroom nude and carrying her glass of wine. Mother was already on her bench, nude and waiting for me. My cock was nearly erect at just the thought of seeing her body. I stared at her 38C tits sitting on her chest. I handed her the wine as I stepped into the shower to wet my body. When I turned around, Mother had the pink razor in one hand and shaving cream in the other hand. She applied the cream to my balls and cock and once again shaved them clean. Her fingers played with my balls, feeling how smooth they felt. "Would you be so kind as to get Mother another glass of wine and bring it to my bedroom?"
I quickly dried my body and nearly ran to the kitchen. When I returned to her bedroom, Mother was lying on her back on the bed. Her head and shoulders were propped against the headboard. I handed her the glass and she took a drink before speaking. "Mother needs your help tonight. Holly has been getting me all worked up but leaves me needing. Will you help your Mother, honey?"
"Yes Mother. What can I do for you?" My cock was practically bouncing up and down with anticipation.
"I NEED you to get between my legs and give Mother a kiss right here," as she touched her index finger to her clit. Her body was amazing to look at as she lay on the bed. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Her nipples were already hard from anticipation. Her closely cropped pussy lips were splayed open for me. I crawled on the bed between her legs. I looked up as she gulped the wine. When my face was inches from her pussy, she spoke to me. "Now reach out with your tongue and stroke the spot I'm touching with my finger. That's Mother's clit and it's very sensitive."
My tongue reached out and licked from bottom to top. Mother let out a groan as my tongue touched her skin. I did it again and again. After a couple times, I tried to lick from side to side. I could feel Mother moving under me as she pressed her body to my face. "Now lick between Mother's pussy lips. Long strokes with your tongue." My tongue split her lips and I tasted the muskiness of her body for the first time. I wasn't sure of the taste but I continued to stroke up and down her pussy as Mother instructed. I could see her using two fingers to rub back and forth across her clit as my tongue lapped at her pussy. As I grew more confident, my tongue dove deeper into her pussy and I felt Mother arch her back as I did. "Oh yes honey, you are doing so well. You are getting Mother wet."
I could taste her juices as my tongue continued to slip in and out of her pussy. At once, Mother grabbed my head and pressed it to her pussy. "Eat me honey, Eat my PUSSY!" Her body humped into my mouth as her fingers rubbed quickly over her clitoris. I could see that it had extended from her body as I licked her pussy. "Oh honey, On Honey! I'm cumming! Mother's cumming!" She cried out and I tasted Mother's cum for the first time. I licked and licked as I devoured her juices before she pushed my head away from her. "I can't take anymore!"
I lay there for a moment before crawling on top of her. I felt my hard cock press against her pussy as I lay on top of her. My cock was dripping pre-cum from my attentions to Mother. She kissed me deeply and with passion.
"Your Mother feels like a slut right now, honey. I want you to fuck my face with that beautiful cock of yours! Will you do that for Mother?"
I didn't know exactly what she meant, but how could I deny her? She helped me move up the bed as she slid down just a little bit. I was now sitting on her chest, those incredible 38C tits, with my cock inches from her mouth. I raised up and she took my cock past her lips. She tasted my pre-cum and smiled with her eyes. I began to slide my cock into her mouth. I had my hands on the headboard for support and began to fuck my cock in and out of her mouth. It really did feel like I was just using my Mother's mouth to get me off and it excited me. Her fingers played with my freshly shaved balls, scratching and raking them, as my cock slid in and out of her mouth. I knew it wouldn't last long, she just gets me so excited so I began to fuck faster and faster. Finally I came in one long stream of cum. I felt her gag as my cum hit her throat but I kept on fucking until I felt spent. I pulled my cock from her lips and saw a little of it on her lips. Her tongue scooped my cum into her lips and she smiled at me.
As we lay there, she told me I did pretty good for a first time. She promised to have me go down on her again real soon! #
Three weeks later, mother told me Aunt Kristin was going to stay with us for a long weekend. Aunt Kristin is five years younger than mother. She has long brown hair and blue eyes. Her body is nearly perfect at 35C- 23-36 and she usually dresses to accentuate every curve. Aunt Kristin has always been more like an older sister to me than an aunt. She has taken me to baseball games and movies and we even went camping a few times when I was younger.
Aunt Kristin arrived late Thursday afternoon. She asked me about school and my friends and what I'd been up to in the four months since I had seen her. I told her much but nothing about Mother and shaving - that was our secret as Mother had made me promise. Mother got home from work and we decided to go to dinner at an italian restaurant a couple miles from home. We ate and laughed and Mother and Aunt Kristin finished two bottles of the house red. By the time we were finished, I convinced Mother I should drive us home.
Mother told me to put Aunt Kristin's bags in her room so they wouldn't disturb me. I helped them both into Mothers room. Aunt Kristin disappeared into the bathroom and Mother pressed her body to me. Her lips pressed against mine and her tongue danced with my tongue. I could feel her hand cupping my balls through my pants. Aunt Kristin dropped something in the bathroom and the moment was gone. Mother broke our kiss and told me to close the door behind me as I left. A short while later, I could hear the two of them laughing and giggling even through the closed bedroom door.
I had been home about an hour on Friday afternoon when I heard Aunt Kristin call out to me. My fingers had been playing with my cock and short, week-old pubic stubble when I heard her so I quickly pulled them free and hopped to my feet. I found her in the kitchen pouring herself a drink. She had been at work and looked amazing in a tight-fitting suit with high heels. Her breasts pressed against her blouse and were apparent with her suit jacket unbuttoned. We made small talk and she asked me if I had plans for the evening. I told her I was trying to hook up with a couple buddies but nothing definite. Her eyes lit up when I said this, or at least my imagination told me they did.
