Paul didn't know his mother had slipped off into a dream world while he sucked on her cock-like clit. He sucked gently, occasionally slipping down to push his tongue in her wet, musky hole. The strong, pungent smell of her sex filled his nostrils.
He moved back up to suck her clit like a dick again as he pushed two fingers into her wet pussy. She moaned and called a name... not his name... he couldn't tell who... telling him to suck her dick and fuck her pussy... and more. He never imagined he'd hear his mother talk like this...
"Oh, yes, baby, that's it! Suck my cock. Suck my hard cock so you can eat my cum. Mmmm, yes, fuck my pussy with your fingers. Oh, baby suck my cock and fuck my cunt. Oh, yes, fuck my slutty cunt, baby..."
Her hips were undulating rhythmically, fucking his mouth with her huge clit. Her hands were tight on his head, pulling his face into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his lower back... he could feel the stubble on her legs on his back and that turned him on.
Then her body started to tense and release. Her thighs squeezed his head. He could feel her inner pussy muscles throbbing, squeezing his fingers. He could feel her clit throbbing like a dick getting ready to spew cum.
"Now, baby, now!" Ellen gasped. "Here it comes! Swallow my cum, bitch! Drink my cum. Come on, slut, make me cum!"
Paul moved his mouth down just a bit so that her clit was still between his lips, but his mouth was closer to her hole. He could feel her lips twitching as spasms wracked her pussy. Then he felt the first gush of her fluid fill his mouth.
He swallowed it down, then opened his mouth for more. He felt her hands on top of his head, pushing his head down, away from her clit. He moved his mouth lower, directly over her pulsing hole, and drank as much of her spunk as he could. He was still getting sprayed. Her musky cum was dripping from his face, from his hair, hitting his neck and chest.
From her mouth came a series of "ah, ah, ah, ah, oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes, make me cummmmmmmm!"
Then, suddenly, her bandaged hands pushed his head away from her crotch. Her chest was heaving. Her hips were still jerking. Little spurts of her juice were still flowing and squirting out of her.
Ellen lay there trying to breathe normally again. Paul stood at the end of the bed, looking at her. He had a hard time believing his mother could be so sexy. But she was. His cock was hard. He wanted to climb on her and push his hard-on into her wet, pulsing hole. He didn't think she would stop him. But he didn't.
Instead he lay on the bed beside her and caressed her lightly. Her chest was still heaving, her breath coming in gasps.
Paul didn't say anything. He just lay there touching her, loving her, until she finally spoke.
"Thank you, baby," she said quietly.
Paul just continued to caress her. He didn't feel the need to speak right then.
Finally Ellen rolled on her side facing her son. "I'm going to move up on my pillows and take a nap," she told him. "Doing that twice really wears me out."
Paul took that to mean she didn't want him to nap with her. "Do you need me to help you get to your pillows?" he asked as he stood beside the bed.
She shook her head. "No, I can get there. Thank you."
"Uh, mom, before you get too comfortable I need to take the comforter off of the bed to wash it."
"Yes, of course you do," Ellen laughed. "That was always my job when your dad was here."
"Well, this time you need your rest," he told her.
He pulled the soft comforter off of the bed as his mother got comfortable on her pillows. Paul got a light blanket out of the closet and put it over her.
"Thank you, baby," Ellen said. "You take such good care of me."
He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Because I love ya, mom. Now get some rest."
Paul put the comforter and some of the towels he'd used when she peed herself in the wash, then went to his room. He started to close the door, then stopped.
He could still smell her pussy and cum. His hair was still damp, and his shirt was soaked. He started to take the shirt off, then decided not to. He lay on his bed and pushed his shorts down around his knees. He pulled his shirt up to get a better sniff of his mother's musky fluid. He held his shirt to his nose and mouth with one hand and with the other reached down to grip his cock.
He closed his eyes, remembering how she looked with her dress around her belly and her legs spread. He remembered how she smelled and how she tasted. He remembered tight her pussy felt when he shoved two fingers in.
He imagined pumping his hard cock in and out of her, feeling the silk like skin squeezing his throbbing shaft. He gripped his shaft tight and moved his hand up and down, imagining it was her soft fingers gripping him, or her sexy mouth taking him in, or shoving it in her hot, wet pussy, or into her tight little asshole. All those images flashed through his mind like a movie reel as he felt his cum rush up through his shaft and explode out of his swollen head.
He didn't realize how much he was moaning and grunting.
His feet were flat on the bed lifting his ass up. His cum shot out the end of his throbbing cock in a big arc. The first shot hit his face near his mouth. This was something he'd worked on, shooting his cum into his own mouth. The second blast landed on his tongue. He swallowed it and opened his mouth again, hoping for another big glob of his own cream to fill his mouth.
Finally he relaxed, letting his ass settle back down on the bed. His fist was still slowly pumping on his softening cock, forcing the last of his creamy cum out onto his hand. His eyes were closed as he brought his hand to his mouth to lick the cum off of it. He slurped and swallowed it, then totally relaxed and lay there until he dozed.
Ellen stepped back away from the door to her son's bedroom. She had lay in her bed, images of her and Paulie shooting through her head. Sometimes it was Paul, sometimes it was Robert, and sometimes it was the two of them together!
She had heard what she was sure the sound of Paul jacking off. 'Of course he needs to jack off,' she thought to herself. 'He's taken care of me several times. His balls much have been aching.'
She got out of bed and walked toward Paul's bedroom. As she got closer it was unmistakable what he was doing. Her plan had been to walk in and catch him jacking off, then walk to the bed and lean over and take his cock into her mouth and let him spew his cum on her tongue and down her throat.
But as she looked in the door she saw she was too late. She saw his body arced off the bed with just his feet and shoulders touching it. She was astonished when the two big spurts of cum flew through the air and landed on his face and in his mouth. 'He just shot in his own mouth!' she thought. Then she saw him relax and coax the last of the cum out of his swollen head and lick it off.
'No wonder he hasn't tried to fuck me,' she thought. 'He likes boy cum! He's gay!'
She quietly turned and walked back to her bedroom. This certainly changed things. 'He probably has gay friends on the campus,' she thought. 'Maybe he even has a boyfriend!' As she thought about it she couldn't remember the last time he talked about having a date, and he hadn't brought a girl to the house since he was in high school.
She also noticed the size of his hard cock. It was perhaps just a little bigger than his father's, but not much. That made her smile. She had had some bigger cocks than Roberts. Both before and after they married. But she loved the size of Roberts. She was comfortable with sucking that size, and with taking it in her pussy, and even taking it in her ass. She'd enjoyed the bigger ones in her pussy, but she also enjoyed the smaller ones in her pussy.
She shook her head. "Ellen, stop it!" she scolded herself out loud. 'It doesn't matter how big or small his dick is... you're not going to suck or fuck him... well, maybe suck him... soon, I hope.'
Back in her room she lay back down and pulled the blanket over her and dozed off dreaming of small dicks violating all of her holes at once.
Two hours later they were back in the breakfast nook having a cup of tea and talking. Ellen loved the breakfast nook. It stuck out from the house in an octagonal shape and had windows all around to let lots of sunshine in.
Paul was sitting at the table working on schoolwork on his laptop computer when Ellen came in from the bedroom. Paul enjoyed that he knew she was naked under her thin white dress. He could see her dark areola, and when she walked sometimes he thought he could see the shadow of her thick bush through the thin dress.
"Hi, mom," he smiled when she walked in. "Want a cup of tea or coffee?"
"I'd love a cup of green tea with a dash of lemon," she told him.
