Praning Mom Gone Wrong

[All characters are over the age of 18]

"It'll be so funny!" my friend Mike assured me.

"Kind of a sick joke, don't you think," I said back, swirling the remnants of my beer in its bottle.

"Uh, I think you mean epic."

"You're drunk."

"Yea and so are you. And so is she by the size of that wine bottle I saw her take into the kitchen."

He was right. Sunday summer nights at my mom's house were for red wine and

Bridgerton

. Part of why we knew we could get away with pounding beers in my room. And it's not like she thought I wasn't partying at college anyways.

"This'll really sell it," Mike said, holding up a toy glock he'd pulled the orange tip off.

"Jesus! You'd give her a heart attack!"

"Oh c'mon! Your mom's got a great sense of humor... and a

really

great set of--"

I gave him the deadeye. He knew, from lengthy experience, that commenting on my mom's body was a death sentence. Or, at least a kick-in-the-nuts sentence. When your mom's a redhead with impossibly perky breasts you hear a lot of "do the curtains match the drapes," and, "got milk?" And she was only 16 years older which didn't help.

"...qualities." Mike finished his thought. "Look, I'll jump out in the mask with the gun and do the bit and then we'll both probably bust out laughing before she gets a chance to be freaked out."

Mike was always up to shit like this. Class clown, short, and not the sharpest tool in the shed, we didn't have a lot in common. But he was loyal as a golden retriever.

"If you let me do it, I'll drive you to class for a year," he said.

"For real?" He had my attention with that.

The grin on Mike's face grew until it looked like it might burst from his cheeks.

~

I caught my mom in the kitchen, corking the remnants of her wine bottle (which was ridiculous considering it had about 2 sips left in it).

"Hey mo--"

She spun around, almost knocking the bottle over. "Oh! It's just you honey. You can't scare me like that." Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. She was wearing her rosy pajamas, the ones that always made me uncomfortable--partly because of how

comfortable

they must have been, on account of the soft fabric, and... well... lack of fabric. Short shorts and a cropped top revealing almost as much cleavage as a bra, which she wasn't wearing. The kind of outfit I hated her to wear when I had friends over for the night.

"Sorry!" I couldn't help but laugh a little. Shifting weight from one foot to the other in my sweatpants.

"You are so bad." She lifted a cookie from an almost-finished plate and crossed from the fridge. She looked up at me (I had about a foot on her). "Cookie?" She giggled. Then stumbled, promptly dropping it.

"Mom c'mon."

"Sorry! Wine night." She giggled again, then turned and bent over to pick up what was left of the cookie. And doing so revealed that her pajama bottoms did NOT fit her. At least not unless she was moonlighting as a stripper. The fabric stretched against her ass, and--and I looked away.

She popped back up. "You probably don't want it anymore, do you?" she asked me.

"Not rea--"

BAM

.

"Oh my god!" My mom yelped.

Mike had burst through the back door to the kitchen. He had a ski mask over his head and the fake gun (that looked very not fake) gripped in his hand. Immediate regret.

"Put your hands up!" he shouted. Only semi-convincingly.

"Please don't hurt us!" She cried. "Here!" She grabbed her wallet off the counter and threw it onto the floor in front of him.

"I said hands up!" he repeated. And she threw her hands in the air.

"Okay I think that's enough," I said.

"Make him cum or I'll shoot both of you!" Mike yelled. Staring right into my mother's cleavage.

.........

"What??" I said. That wasn't the plan.

"Make him cum or else!" Mike threatened.

"Mi--" I started.

My mom inhaled sharply. "You're that sick pervert prowler I've been hearing about on the radio!"

.........

Mike nodded his head.

Then she turned to me, "It's okay baby. It's going to be alright. Don't worry. He won't hurt us we just have to get through this."

"

Hold on

," I said.

"He won't hurt us. I heard about it on the radio, we just have to do what he says," she said, putting her hand on my chest, firmly. And then slowly moving it south.

"No, no, no..."

Mike just stood there.

"It's okay," she said. She kept her hand going lower. Until it was on my waistband. Her reach pushed her tits closer together, accentuating her cleavage. Almost bursting out of her PJ top. And I couldn't take my eyes away.

"Mom..."

Then she moved her hand down to my thigh. Creeping it to the inside of my leg. Gliding over the sweatpants. I looked down. To my horror, I was... stirring. It was a bad night not to be wearing boxers.

The outline of my dick was obvious. Not a tent, but a heaviness building with threatening alacrity.

I looked at her. Into her eyes. She was looking right at me too. With her big green eyes. And that impossibly red hair framing her face. And when she spoke, her soft lips pouted in a way I'd never seen before. "That's it. There you go." Her fingertips finally brushed my shaft.

I gulped. Hard

"I'll just suck it out of you real quick, okay baby?" she said.

"No, mom, it's--"

"We have to do this!" Then she turned to Mike, "Are you happy? Is that what you want, you sick fuck!"

Mike was silent. But hadn't lowered the gun.

I should have done something. Standing there like a deer in headlights. I couldn't move. I couldn't think.

And then she grabbed my shaft through the fabric of my sweatpants. And I realized the threat of an erection had come to fruition. My member was growing by the second. And when she grabbed me, I felt a chill of pleasure run up my body. I thought I was gonna be sick.

She seemed a little surprised to find my body responding so eagerly to her touch. She whispered, "good boy," looking me back in the eye. Her brow furrowed and her lips pouted again. Concerned, but also confused? Is that what I saw on her face? Her small, quick breaths close enough to feel on my chin.

She flattened the palm of her hand and very slowly ran it down to the head of my cock, taught against my pants. Then she moved it up to the base, gently forming her fingers over my shaft, never taking her eyes off mine.

"We'll get this over with as quickly as possible, okay honey. So you just tell me what you like, okay?" Her cheeks flushed and she managed a small smile. The kind you put on when things aren't okay but you have to be the cheerleader.

She gripped me again and started massaging me through my pants. "Do you want my hands, or my... mouth?" she asked.

I couldn't respond. I just stood there like an idiot. Staring at her perky nipples poking against her PJ top.

"It's okay baby. I'm good at this." She squatted, lowering herself until her eyeline was at my crotch. (And probably giving Mike an insane view of her ass.) She stared at my bulge for a sec and... and bit her lip? It was hard to tell but then she looked up at me. "Are you ready?"

"Mom I--"

But before I could finish, she raised both hands to the hem of my sweatpants and started pulling them down. I grabbed at the waistband clumsily, but she pulled it back, exposing half of my length.

She paused for a second and very quietly said, "oh, my." She gulped. And then pulled my sweatpants lower. My cock swung out, inches from her face. Her mouth fell open and her eyes went a little wide. "Sweetie.... Um..."

Why was I so hard?? I could feel myself throbbing. There was even a bead of pre-cum forming at my tip.

"Wow," she said, staring at my dick. "Okay... we can... um. Don't worry baby." She reached up and wrapped her hand around my base. She tilted me up, then down, examining my member from multiple angles. I think the very worst way to find out you're well-endowed is by shocking your mother speechless.

The head of my cock was so close to her lips. She squeezed my base gently, and the bead of precum formed into a full drop.

Seemingly "snapping out of it," she shook her head and looked back up at me. "Okay honey, we're gonna be fast, right? I'm gonna suck the cum right out of you." She rather abruptly licked the drop of precum from the head of my cock and my whole body shuddered. I was aching. "You're going to tell me what feels good, okay?"

I nodded my head as she started to stroke me. She slid her hand from my base to my tip, rolling her fingertips over it, collecting the remnants of spit and pre-cum between her fingers. She stroked again still looking into my eyes.

"Does that feel good baby?"

I nodded.

"Good sweetie." She stroked me again, slowly. "Now I know it helps some boys cum to hear things, so if you want me to say certain words just let me know."

I nodded again. Barely able to breath.

"Like if you want me to say... um... 'your cock is huge' or 'fill mommy's mouth up'--" her cheeks flushed furiously red (as did mine). "I mean--maybe that wouldn't help. Okay I'm just going to milk you baby. You can think of it just like that. It's not wrong, we just have to do this, okay? I'm just gonna milk your penis really quickly and then he'll let us go."

For the first time in a long minute, I looked over at Mike. He hadn't moved. Like he'd been turned to stone. Except... except for a bulge in his pants??

"Oh, sweetie, I guess I'm stalling," my mom said. She opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out partway, and then moved her head forward onto my dick.

Her warm mouth enveloped me and I let out an involuntary moan. She nodded her head in approval. Her lips spread wider as she took my tip into her mouth and I could feel her tongue underneath.

Holy shit.

She steadied herself by grabbing my thighs, then pressed me deeper. I watched as her lips slid along my shaft, until she made it halfway down and stopped--probably as much as she could fit. She held there for a moment as I throbbed in her mouth, then pulled me back out. She coughed as my cock came free, a line of saliva dangling between my head and her big, red lips.

"Oh my goodness sweetie. This might be harder than I thought." She stroked me as she talked, her hand gliding easily with all the spit. She stared at my dick, seemingly mesmerized. "You're just so... big."

It didn't matter that I couldn't get myself to utter anything in response because she immediately put me back in her mouth.

And this time she started really sucking me off. Not too fast, but she started bobbing her head up and down, repeatedly taking me a little deeper each time. At first, she kept her lips wrapped around my shaft, softly enveloping me on each thrust, but then she opened her mouth wide, grabbed my ass, and pulled me till my cock hit her throat. She kept bobbing like that, not faster, but more earnestly, and with her mouth open the sounds were insane.

Not stopping, she looked up at me. Batted her eyelashes. And I knew it was gonna be over. Not a soul on earth could have kept it together; that look on her face and the way she gently swallowed me over and over. I fought it as much as I could--I refused to cum in my mom's mouth. So many boundaries had been blown right through and that was the last one I was determined not to break. My balls started tensing, and it was almost all over. But she messily pulled me out of her mouth with a *sschhplrt*, spit running down her chin, and said, "Will this help honey?" And she reached up with both hands to her PJ top and pulled it down.

Her tits spilled out, held together by the straining top. Her hard nipples must have been a half inch long. My cock twitched, dripping with spit.

She brought her hands up to her tits and pushed them together. "Does that help baby?" She squeezed them then licked the head of my cock. And then she... giggled? She pinched her nipples and licked down my shaft to my base and then back up to my throbbing head.

Then she looked back at me and must have seen my horrified expression. She blushed. "Sweetie I'm only doing this for our own good okay. Right? It's just pretend, okay?" She grabbed my dick and started stroking it again. "Don't think of me as your mother. We have to get that cum out of you, so just play along and it'll be okay. Can you do that for mommy?" She looked so innocent.

I nodded.

"Use me."

"What?"

"Fuck my throat baby." Then she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.

I didn't move.

"Shove your big cock down my throat." She opened her mouth and batted her eyelashes at me.

I stepped forward, my dick swaying by her mouth. Her tongue tracked me, licking playfully at my head, guiding me back into her mouth. She put her hands behind her back, never pulling her eyes off mine. And I pressed my cock back inside.

When my head hit her throat, her eyes almost went cross. She nodded her head, signaling a "yes," but also teasing my length deeper. I pushed farther, the resistance building. But she just kept nodding at me. Like she needed it. So I grabbed the back of her head and gave a final thrust. She opened the back of her throat and I slid all the way in. Until my balls hit her chin.

She held me there for a second, then I felt her palm on my thigh, and her throat twitching.

Oh fuck

. I quickly pulled my cock out of her mouth and she sputtered for air, sending spit flying. Jesus there was so much saliva hanging off my cock and from her chin.

She caught her breath and got out, "yes baby. Just like that. Right down my throat." And then her lips clamped back onto me like a homing missile. Hesitantly, I put my hands back on her head and pulled her toward me. And I started fucking her throat. All the way in. And almost all the way back out. Slow. Back and forth. I'd never felt anything like it in my life. I kept it together, but then she started moaning. Or, at least, what moaning sounds like when your mouth is completely full of cock. Her tits bouncing with each thrust.

I looked up. And across the kitchen Mike was still there. And that motherfucker had his cock in his hand! He was staring at my mom's ass like he was hypnotized, listening to the sound of her choke on my cock.

She must have noticed I was distracted, because she started moving her head on her own again. Faster this time. Slurping messily. Bringing both hands up to wrap around my base as she shoved my cock down her throat. As she bounced, the sounds would change from sucking, gulping and choking, to "mmmmm" and moaning. I couldn't believe it.

She popped me out of her mouth, "mmm yes that's my big, big boy," she said, spit hanging off her chin and trailing all the way to the floor. "You like when mommy opens her throat for you?"

"Mom!" I tried. But she looked bashful again.

"Sweetie you have to cum!" She resumed stroking me. "And I know it's uncomfortable but I'm going to get weird because I don't know what else to try. We can get you therapy later but right now when I say 'mommy wants your cum,' just be naughty with me, okay baby?" She put both hands on me and lovingly gripped me. "When I say 'mommy wants to drain this huge dick,' just nod your head and focus on filling me up." She stuck her tongue out.

I nodded.

"That's my good boy." She smiled. She fucking smiled! Then turned her lips back into a hungry vacuum cleaner. And she absolutely swallowed me. Mouth wide open, lips spread, she bobbed her head up and down on my shaft sending spit flying.

Mike was shamelessly jerking off now. He wasn't even holding the gun. Just his dick as he watched.

"This is way out of hand." I pulled my dick out of her mouth. And if I hadn't, I would've exploded down her throat. But as I pulled out, her mouth just followed me. She didn't say anything, she just shuffled forward on her knees trying to wrap her lips back around me. I took another step back but with a moan she latched back on. Her tongue sticking out the bottom of her mouth licking at me.

"Wait a second!" I backtracked further, pulling my dick back away. But I mis-stepped--

She reached up at me, grabbing at my shirt and I fell over. Flat on my back, she scrambled on top of me. "Good idea sweetie," she said. "If we do it this way, you can forget it's me." She shifted around into a "69" position. Her legs straddling my head.

Her tiny PJ bottoms were bunched up; her bubble butt almost completely out, and now right in my face. Then I felt something drip on my chin... my eyes looked for the source, and... oh my god...

She had soaked through the PJ bottoms and was literally dripping wet.

What

??

I could feel her slapping my cock against her cheek. "mmmmm, yes baby. That's my good boy." And she shifted her weight back, pressing her ass closer to my face. Then she started working me with both hands. VERY slowly.

She started rocking a bit, pressing the wet spot in her PJs right onto my mouth. And it was sweet. Well, no, of course it wasn't. But on occasion one is compelled to describe something so utterly pleasant as "sweet," when no other word can really do it. I didn't know what to do. So I shut my brain off. And stuck my tongue out.

She rocked back, and I licked the slippery spot on her PJs. In response, she squeezed my dick HARD in her hands. Paused for a second, and then reached down and pulled the pajama bottoms off. Then she shoved her pussy into my mouth.

I hadn't had a lot of sex. But out of the two girl's I'd fingered at college... my mom's pussy was gushing in comparison. She sat on my face, sliding herself over my lips, chin, and up to my nose. My face was slick with her.

I felt her put me back in her mouth. I stuck my tongue out, and she was so slippery it went right inside her pussy. That same kind of

sweet

taste but magnified. It drove me a little crazy. I started trying to slurp as much of it up as I could get. Hungrily. But not as hungrily as her lips, going after my dick like it owed her money. She must have been playing coy earlier, because she was easily throating my full length. Shamelessly moaning like she was in some kind of wild porno.

Her thighs tightened around my head and she pushed her pussy harder against my tongue. I slurped down to her clit and teased it.

She popped me out of her mouth. "Oh sweetie, you're not supposed to do that." She whimpered. "That's not part of the..." a moan escaped her lips, "that's not part of the deal." But she tilted her hips and angled her pussy giving me better access to her clit, and my tongue followed.

She kissed my dick, making out with it sloppily. Her tongue teasing me and her shaky breath blowing bubbles in the copious spit all over me. "Fuck you for having a perfect monster cock," she said, grinding on my tongue. "Fuck you for barely fitting in mommy's little slut mouth." The words were breathy, fighting their way out of her without design. "You're trying to turn me into a dumb cumslut? Is that what you're trying to do to mommy? Huh?" She put my tip back in her mouth and rapidly bobbed up and down while jerking me off with her hand. Every few thrusts she popped me out of her mouth with a wet moan, then sucked me back up.

I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed, pulling her into my tongue. I teased her gently, then played with her clit. I took two fingers, which easily slid inside of her, and started massaging while keeping my tongue gently pulsating by her clit. Anything I could focus on to keep from cumming. Thankfully, she had reverted to teasing me with her hands--more playing with my cock than sucking it. But her moans hadn't stopped. As I kept licking, they grew louder and more shameless. My cock was throbbing like crazy--I don't know if she was edging me on purpose, but she kept me right on the line, teasing me with her fingers, lips, and tongue.

Steadily I kept licking. And then she got quiet. Her legs started to quiver, and she stopped touching me. Just kept one hand wrapped around my base, tight. I felt her rest her head on my thigh. And I heard her whimpering softly. I kept licking. My tongue was the embodiment of want. Like I was gently trying to devour a delicacy I couldn't quite reach. No thinking, just following a hunger that took over and told my tongue what to do. Playing with her pink button.