I slept like the dead that night, having emptied myself three times, once onto my mother's luscious chest, and twice with little Kim. I remember strange, echoing dreams of caves and shadows, dark corners and unearthly words. It woke up with a start just after five am.
The world was in the first staged of grayness as the sun began thinking about coming up. I could already feel the blood in me moving, needing. I could feel my mother a few doors down, and her shadow was very dark, feeling like it was full of dark cloud. I assumed it was because she was asleep.
I need my son
I sent.
I need to feel him in my mouth again
I live for his pleasure. I thirst for his come.
There was no rebounding, no crashing, and it felt like, with the dark clouds there, maybe there wouldn't be even if I pushed crazy thoughts. At the same time, though, it was like pushing through thick foam. I was straining from the effort and it left my head pulsing and my body a little sore. I felt her cloud lighten a little, but it stayed dark. She had not woken up. I closed my eyes and laid back on my pillow, breathing hard.
When I woke again, it was to the slow, delightful stroking of my mother's hand on my hard cock. Her hand was twisting slightly as she stroked me, polishing the knob. I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, and simply enjoyed the sensation. Her hand was warm, and had just the right pressure as it pulled on me.
"Oh, yes...," I heard her whisper. A moment later, I felt a long tongue stroke up the bottom of my dick and then the wonderful, warm sensation of her mouth engulfing my cockhead. Her hand began to stroke me more forcefully as her mouth slid up and down.
I peeked. She was wearing her silken red robe again, and her hair was in a little disarray, the flowing waves of auburn tumbling all around her head, making it difficult to see her delicious mouth pumping me. The robe was totally open and her other hand was fondling one of her heavy, hanging breasts, occasionally teasing the nipples with long, red-painted fingernails as she sucked me. Each time she would pull her taut nipple, her mouth would tighten slightly around me.
I moaned involuntarily as I felt the tip of my cock move past her tongue and into her throat.
She swept her hair back over an ear so that I could see her, looking back at me as she swallowed my hardness again and again. Her eyes were afire. She pulled her mouth off me for a moment.
"Tell me I'm good," she whispered, bobbing her mouth over me once, "Tell me I'm a good little cocksucker for you." Another slow down and up of her wet mouth on me. "Tell your mommy she sucks your cock good...'
"MMm... yes. You are so good. Such a good cocksucker."
"Good boy," she whispered, licking her full lips.
Her eyes closed and she went back to work in earnest, her tongue swirling around me now with each bob. She was moving faster now, her head bobbing up and down in time with her hand, and I could feel my balls beginning to boil. I came, my cock twitching, and she drank me down, her throat working to swallow each load as it erupted. Her fingers were twisting her own nipple hard as I came, and from the tenseness in her, I wondered if maybe she was coming too.
She kept me in her mouth for a moment more, until the very last had subsided, and then released me. She stood up, running a hand down her torso, over her large breasts as she looked me in the eye.
"Good morning," she said, and turned and left to get ready for work.
- - - - -
Samantha was still getting ready for work when I left for school and found that Kimberly wasn't in class. I worried what might have happened to her, and vowed to give her a call a little later. I spent the time staring at the back of Amanda Whitmore's legs and thinking what other trouble I could get into.
I want to check out the guy behind me.
Something about the size of the cave made it easy, like it didn't have to fill so much space to be heard or something.
Amanda turned around, looking me over. For the rest of the class I tried little pushes with her, and found it surprisingly easy. By the time class was done, I was sure that she was primed and ready. Everyone got up and started heading out. I tapped her on the shoulder and sent
I want to take him somewhere and fuck him
I knew it would hurt... and it didn't. It was a little bouncy, but no real rebound.
"Why don't we go home to your place?" she asked. One eyebrow was raised, and there was a saucy smile on her pouty lips. Wow, just that easy. I wasn't really ready for it.
"Well, I..., um, sure." Smooth.
We took off for my place and got there, just as my mother was going out. She had on a smart business attire which showed off a fantastic expanse of cleavage. Her lips were done in a lustrous red and she was wearing the faintest hint of eye shadow. She smelled fantastic.
"Hi, mom, this is Amanda. Amanda, my mom, Samantha." Amanda looked her over and smiled. They shook hands in a dainty girl sort of way.
I bet he's going to fuck her
I slid into my mother's shadow.
God, I wish I could watch... or join
I felt that one jerk suddenly and then slide in slowly, with pressure.
"Well, have fun kids," mom said, and moved on towards the car. As I closed the door behind Amanda and I, I saw her looking back at us, car-keys in hand.
