Quinn's Quicies 02: Analizing Mommy

It was Summer break and I was home from college for the holidays. My friends had all gone off, most of them travelling to sunny vacation spots. They had been surprised when I turned down their invitations to beach houses and, supposedly, endless parties.

Why would you want to go home for the summer?

I said it was to help my mom with my baby brother. My step father, Brian, the total douche that he turned out to be, had officially moved out and my mom was back to being a single parent again. Not that she had ever really been anything else. Almost from the start Brian had proved himself to be incapable of raising his own child, and completely unworthy of my mother.

But that was only a small part of the reason. In truth, I had rushed home from college with giddy excitement.

Since that day, a little over a month ago, when my mom had come to me, miserable and desperate, our lives had become almost unrecognisable. What had started off as a means of relieving the tension from her excessive milk production had blossomed into a romance the likes of which I had only thought could exist in fiction.

To an outsider it may have seemed wrong, it may have seemed like a vile breach of the natural laws, but to us it felt more right than anything we had ever experienced.

Everyday I seemed to fall a little deeper in love with her. She was an attentive, kind mother, intelligent, beautiful and, as I had so recently discovered, insatiable in the bedroom.

My brother Ian was much more settled too, without Brian's constant dark mood pervading the house. Now that I was helping my mom drain milk from her gigantic boobs the little guy was finding his meal times far more manageable. He was sleeping better too.

Every day seemed over-stuffed with joy and love, but today had gone beyond even that.

My morning had begun in the most wonderful way. I had woken up in bed to a slow but insistent pressure on my cock.

It felt so good I knew it had to be a dream. But, when I finally rose to the surface of my slumber I found the sheets of the bed, which I had started sharing with my mother, were draped over a huddled form positioned between my legs. I watched, intrigued, as the duvet bobbed up and down.

I felt a constricting tightness sliding up and down my morning wood.

It was rare these days that my dick was not hard, with the constant nearness of my incredibly sexy mother.

"Fuck!" I breathed out.

I felt a hand slide up my stomach and pat my chest, acknowledging my wakefulness without interrupting heavenly attention being paid to my cock.

What a way to start the day.

I could have just laid back and enjoyed the attention, but I wanted to see, needed to see, everything.

I threw the covers aside and then stared, momentarily breathless.

From where she knelt on the bed, between my legs, my mom looked up at me, through the lashes of her intriguing, light hazel eyes.

Her mouth was full of my swollen cock, but I could see her smile in the small creases beside her eyes. She was, in that moment, the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. A gut wrenching mix of coyness and raw sexual appetite.

She really was the perfect woman.

She sucked me down in long lazy gulps, her cheeks hollowed with the force of her liquid suction.

She let me slide out of her before running her tongue up the side of my shaft. It glistened in the morning light with her saliva.

"Happy birthday, big boy," she said before placing a tender kiss on my inflamed glans.

"Jesus, you're incredible mom," Looking into her eyes with all the earnestness I could muster, "I love you."

"Love you too, baby," she said between the little teasing nibbles she was placing around the crown of my cock.

"I've got a special surprise for you."

"More special than this?"

For answer she giggled, the humor dancing in her eyes as she gave a subtle nod.

I let out a long groan as she pressed my tip against her pouty lips until I could feel it against her teeth.

"But you're going to have to wait. Can you be patient?" Her speech was made mushy by my cock on her lips

"Uh huh," I grunted, staring up at the ceiling as she rubbed my shaft with the hand she had curled around it.

"Good boy, let me give you your first treat now though, seeing it is your birthday."

My hands dug into the sheet and bunched it in my fists as she swallowed my cock to the back of her throat.

She happily hummed as she worked my length in and out of her mouth, pumping me with one insistent fist.

I stretched out, spread eagle on the bed, letting every muscle in my body go limp. Letting all the sensation in my body concentrate in a small spot just below the hood of my cock.

Mom rose up on her knees. She wrapped both hands around my shaft and wrung it almost painfully while she tried suck the come straight out of my urethra.

It was working.

I felt an involuntary ripple pass through every muscle in my body, making me buck up off the bed.

My mom adjusted her weight so that she was pushing down on me, keeping my spasming body from lifting off the soft bed.

Inside her volcanic mouth, I could feel my mom's tongue flicking rapidly over my sensitive hood.

I could hold back no longer. My back arched, the muscles so insistent that even as my mom leaned her full weight on me I lifted her up with my out-thrust pelvis.

Sensing my rising climax she took me deep into her mouth. Her hands warmly blanketed my balls and the base of my shaft.

I felt the wave of fierce pressure start below my testicles and rise up my length until it detonated at my tip.

A thick stream of hot seed gushed into my mom's mouth. She slurped it up noisily as I unleashed pulse after pulse of semen into her thirsty mouth.

When I finished I laid back, boneless on the bed. She proceeded to suck me clean before she smiled shyly at me, her cheeks flushed with her morning effort. She rose and knuckled the dribbled of semen at the corner of her mouth away.

Standing next to the bed, she bent down and placed a small kiss on my forehead, saying softly, "Why don't you have a sleep-in, baby. I'm going to go feed your brother, he should be up soon. When you're awake I'll make you your favorite breakfast."

"Best... birthday... ever," I sighed in satisfaction as I let the warm arms of sleep embrace me.

A while later I awoke, showered and went downstairs to find my mom cooking me blueberry pancakes. A hot pot of coffee already waiting for me.

A tingle, like a dollop of warm molasses, ran down my spine. With the morning light filtering in through the curtains and the delicious smelling kitchen, it was the very picture of domestic bliss. My mom softly singing while she cooked, my brother, Ian, gurgling nearby in his high chair and squashing fruit between his chubby hands.

I came up behind my mom and pressed my body into hers. She so much shorter than me that I could place a kiss on top of her sweet smelling hair. I enfolded her in my arms, feeling the weight of her breasts cradled in my arms.

She turned in my embrace, spatula held out to one side, and met me with a long, deep kiss. Our mouths opening to allow each others tongues to slither over each other.

I let my hands roam down to her thighs. They hiked the long shirt she was wearing, one of my shirts, and squeezed the generous flesh of her ass through the panties she wore.

"Mmm," she purred into my mouth. "I can't wait for later."

"Me too. Is it time for Ian's nap yet?"

Our mouths were so close that her bared teeth brushed my lips as she smiled.

"Soon," she punctuated the statement by palming the hard rod that had already reformed itself in my shorts.

"Now go sit down, before I burn your pancakes," she gave me a gentle shove and then returned her attention to the pan on the stove.

I lingered a moment with my hands on her ass. I placed a kiss on her neck, for which she lifted her chin and closed her eyes in silent enjoyment, then went to sit in the chair next to my little brother.

We had a pleasant family breakfast. My mom and I ate blueberry pancakes, while we took turns trying to get porridge and fruit into Ian.

We ended up with more on ourselves than inside him.

After that I opened my presents. As usual my mom spoiled me, perhaps even more so this time because, as my mom put it, "I was caring for her and Ian so well." Then I played with Ian for a bit while my mom did some work. She worked from home, but she had taken most of the day off to spend it with me. When it was time for Ian's morning nap she took him off, fed him, and put him down in his cot.

When Ian was asleep, my mom came to fetch me for what had become our routine, and the highlight of my day.

She lead me by the hand to our shared bedroom. In the doorway she turned and kissed me hard. Her breasts were so large it was like we were leaning over the top of them to kiss.

While our mouths interlocked my fingers , with a dexterity that improved every day, flicked open the buttons on her shirt.

Together, not breaking our kiss, we managed to cajole her shirt off her shoulders and down her arms, while shuffling back towards the bed.

There we collapsed on it in a tangle of limbs and clattering teeth, laughing like a pair of teenagers.

Then it was her turn to take the lead. I turned submissive as she sat up on the edge of the bed guiding my head onto her lap.

There was so much love shining out of her eyes as she gazed down at me it felt like a pain in my chest.

"I love you," when she spoke it was so soft she practically mouthed the words.

"You too," I grinned back.

I watched with a prickling sensation that never seemed to go away, no matter how many times we did this, as her hands moved to the top of her nursing bra.

I loved how she had to put in visible effort to heft up her breast before she could unhook her bra cup.

Her mammoth breast, released from its prison, poured out of the window in her bra. It plopped itself heavily on my face, my laughter at this welcome assault making it jiggle emphatically.

Ian had begun to feed better, but the little guy was no match for her superhuman milk production. It was up to me to relieve the incredible build up of tension within her.

I could smell the faintly antiseptic scent on her skin, where she had used baby wipes to clean herself after Ian had fed. I knew she would do the same after I was done. We accepted this was a weird situation, but there were still ways to make it marginally less weird.

My insides wriggled with the glee of having the dense weight of her bosom on me, flattening the features of my face. I nuzzled the satin skin of the underside of her breast, appreciating the firmness of the flesh, until she lifted the overfilled sack and guided her proud nipple into my mouth.

I closed my eyes and suckled joyously. At first I just enjoyed the rubbery flexibility of the small nub. Then, after a moment, I lapped up a the first few droplets of her sweet nectar.

I sucked with more fervour then, coaxing out the milk trapped in her breast until it flowed freely and I could gorge myself like a fattening tick.

My mom smiled lovingly and hummed softly while I drank. The fingers of her one hand playfully teased the my fringe. Her other hand slowly made its way down my chest, over my flat stomach and under the waistband of my cargo shorts.

There her nimble fingers found the plumped out mushroom head of my cock, already straining to seek its freedom, and began to gently pluck at it.

When I was fully hard she guided my cock to where it pressed between my waistband and my stomach. Then she undid my button and fly, pulling my full length out through the slit in my boxers.

While I drank from her, she played in an unhurried manner with my now exposed cock.

This had become our special time together. I had never felt closer to another human being in my entire life. It was so luxurious for us both that we could have, and if not for Ian would have, stayed like that for hours. The ache I drew out of her breasts seemed to pour into me and pool exquisitely in my balls. The more she filled me up, the more my balls ached for release. But in this she was determined to keep me frustrated, at least until she was done. She brought me me to the brink and then, with loving cruelty, made me draw back, forcing my pleasure to multiply.

It was only when the steady flow of milk from both her breasts had petered out to the barest drip, that she finally let me have my pleasure.

She squeezed hard and pulled down, stretching the skin of my cock as tight as it would go again and again until I shook and disgorged a thick stream of seed that first coated, and then dribbled off, her hand.

With a contented sigh she leaned back on one hand and raised the other to her mouth. She then proceeded to lick my come off of it, from her fingertips down to her wrist, where some of it was trying to escape down her forearm.

I lay in her lap, looking up at her perfect breasts which seemed to fill my entire field of vision. The feeding bra she wore only served to enhance the scale and symmetry of her breasts. Framing them in white lace and making them seem as if they were being pushed up and forward, as an offering to me. It had been an offer I had very willingly accepted.

"Was that my surprise?" I asked, already knowing her answer, but wanting to find a way to pry for more knowledge.

"Don't be silly. That was business. Play time is still coming."

I loved my job.

"Can I have it now?" I said in my most wheedling tone.

"Now, where would be the fun in that?"

I groaned and rolled off her lap. As much as I could have layed there all day, there were an endless list of chores to get done with a baby in the house. The least I could do to show my appreciation was to help my mom out.

The rest of the day passed with tortuous anticipation. My mom and I spent the day together, tidying up, getting various tasks around the house done and playing with Ian when he was awake.

Finally, after she had cooked my favourite dinner, her homemade lasagne, and eaten an early dinner, she put Ian to bed for, what we hoped, was the last time.

"It's time for your surprise," she practically sung as she sat me down on the couch in the living room.

"Wait right here until I call you. I need a little time to prepare, okay?"

I nodded, my body and mind both buzzing with anticipation

I tried to watch TV, but I couldn't concentrate. So I just sat on the edge of the sofa, my phone clutched tight in my hand, staring at the blank screen. After what seemed like and age I was all but ready to give up, the phone screen lit up.

A new message had come in. I nearly dropped my phone as I fumbled to open it.

The message was short and to the point. It simply said: "I'm waiting..."

I leapt off the couch, tossing my phone into the sofa cushions and made for the staircase.

I stopped short, a little over halfway up, when I saw a small box at the top of the stairs. It had a red bow tied around it.

Cautiously I approached it. I could not guess what was inside it. It was not a very large box, and as I got closer I could see that there was a ribbon running out of the box, along the floor and down the hallway to where it was looped around the doorknob of my mother's bedroom.

I felt my stomach muscles momentarily turn to jelly with excitement.

Slowly I opened the box. There, inside, the ribbon was tied to a small tube of lubricant. There was nothing else. No card or further instruction.

I was intrigued. My mom was always dripping wet with anticipation for my entrance into her, so we had never used the stuff. The buzzing that had started up in my gut had turned into the loud trilling of a cicada.

I pulled myself along the red strand that lead me up the short corridor, the lube clenched tightly in my sweaty palm. At the door I unwound the ribbon from around the doorknob before shouldering open the already slightly ajar door.

In the bedroom my mom lay nestled in a pile of pillows against the headboard of the bed. She was dressed in a lacy black negligee, almost, but not quite sheer enough to see through. She had taken the time to apply a subtle layer of makeup, to further accentuate her beauty, and she had done her dirty blonde hair up in the way she knew drove me wild.

My dick unrolled in my pants like a party blower.

She looked unbelievable. My lungs seemed to have bottomed out before I had even sucked in any air.

I looked down at the ribbon in my hand and the followed its line until it disappeared amongst the folds in the bedclothes.

"You ready?" She asked, in that shy way that seemed to disrupt the functioning of my heart, groin and brain.

I nodded dumbly before asking, "What's this for?" indicating the ribbon.

"Come and find out."

Again I pulled myself along the ribbon. At first it slipped through my fingers but, as I drew up to the bed I saw that it was losing its slackness.

I stopped when it was off the ground, but still loose enough to hang down in the middle. I could see now that the ribbon ended somewhere beneath my mom.

I licked my dry lips.

Slowly, never taking her eyes off me, she rolled over. She was on all fours now, the hem of the negligee not quite covering the lower twin curves of her substantial backside. The ribbon now looked like a long tail, coming out from under her lingerie.

"Come on," She said in the way you might to encourage an unfamiliar cat.

I kicked off my shoes and then got up on to the bed on my knees. I shuffled forward until I was only inches behind her. She grinned over her shoulder and wiggled her bottom enticingly.

"Go on," She coaxed me.

I placed a trembling hand on her right ass cheek to steady myself. I could feel her warmth through the thin material and the yielding flesh beneath.

Then, with my other hand, I pinched the hem of her negligee between my thumb and fingers and began to lift it.

I hissed out a curse as I raised it up. She wasn't wearing any panties. I could see her adorable sex peeking tantalizingly out from between her thighs. Yet still the anchor point of the ribbon remained mysterious.

I lifted the material an inch more and stared wide-eyed. The lube and the ribbon I held fell forgotten somewhere on the bedspread. I was like a blind man being given the first chance in his life to see a sunrise. I did not want to blink my eyes in case this vision disappeared.

There, between the plump cheeks of her ass was a small red jewel, winking back at me even in the dimmed light of the bedroom. The ribbon ran underneath the faux gemstone and went no further.

I looked up at my mother's face, who was clearly beaming at the realisation that was now dawning on me. She nodded and I leaned in closer.

I pulled gently on the ribbon and she groaned, arching her back. I peered behind the jewel and saw where the ribbon was tied to a thin metal rod that protruded from it. This looked like it was in the process of being swallowed by the perfect, pink, tiny little ring of muscle around my mom's asshole. As I pulled slightly harder I watched as the sphincter stretched, before opening just enough for me to glimpse a small piece of what was obviously a large, spherical shape.

"Mom?" I asked, my voice coming out higher than I intended, "Are you wearing a butt-plug?"

"Mmm hmm," She purred, then added, "Surprise!."

I was taken aback, transfixed by what I was staring at. It was beyond even my wildest fantasies.

She began to tease me by rolling her hips, forcing my eyes to follow the swirling movement of the shiny jewel embedded in her ass.

"I wanted to give you something really special. I wanted to give you something I have never given to anyone else. It can be a first for both of us, something only we share. I've been secretly training myself all week. I wanted to show you just how much this last month has meant to me."