"So... if we're going to do this thing, we'd better lay down some ground rules," mom said, walking back into the kitchen with a pen and a blank piece of paper. My cock veered up in my pajama boxers, not just because her bathrobe was hanging open and I could see her revealing nighty, not because her nipples were hard and poking through her nighty -- probably from dad who, as she had seen him to the door, had probably groped her and she just didn't care enough to cover herself up. The most important reason why my cock jumped up was because of what mom was referring to when she said, "This thing."
You see, the day before, mom had asked me what I would rather have for my 19th birthday, a new bike or a gaming laptop.
"Can I pick something else?" I had asked.
"Sure, anything you want sweetie, it's your special day," mom had answered, clueless to what I had in mind.
"Well..."
"Come on honey, spit it out... you're obviously thinking of something, what is it that you like more than a bike or a laptop?"
"PUSSY," I blurted out.
"Excuse me," mom said, in calm voice -- as a matter of fact, I don't think she had ever raised her voice at me.
"Pussy," I repeated, "I need to fuck, mom... I am almost 19!"
"Sweetie," mom replied with a smile, "I understand you're at a difficult age right now and I know you're constantly horny... I can tell from the dozens of cum wipes in your trash, but your dad and I are not getting you a whore for your birthday!"
"I am not talking about a whore, I am talking about you," I blurted out, thinking I was making things better, but after hearing myself say those words, I realized I had just called my mom a substitute for a whore.
"Me?" she asked dumbfounded, "You would trade in a new bike or that gaming laptop for me... for a fuck with your old mom?"
"You're not an old mom, you're fucking hot... and I am not talking about one fuck, I am talking about you being mine for an entire day... and yes, I would trade in anything for that!"
"Well," she had said after sipping from her coffee, "I am flattered, I guess... and also a little offended I think, but I can't do that, you're..."
"Please mom," I pleaded, realizing this was my one and only chance to seal the deal, "I need this, I want this... I want you! I am horny 24/7, I wank off several times a day, but it's not helping anymore... none of the girls I date want to put out, I can't even get a handjob out of them... please mom, you're my only hope! Just for one day, please..."
"Oh sweetie, I sympathize, believe me I do... it must be uncomfortable to be so fucking horny all the time
and have no release valve, but I don't think that stuffing your cock up my twat and pumping it full of sperm, for an entire day, is the solution."
Hearing mom use that kind of language, made my cock fucking hard, much harder than it was at the time... it became so hard that I couldn't contain myself any longer.
"Jeez mom," I said as I jumped up, grabbed my cock in my pajama boxers and ran out the kitchen, heading for my room to have a good wank. I ran up the stairs and barged into my room, slamming the door against the wall and rammed it open. I dropped to my knees in the middle of my room and started wanking, hard and fast. My cock was so fucking hard that it felt as if there wasn't enough blood left for the rest of my body. I wanked and wanked, thinking of mom and replaying that nasty sentence over and over again. She must have done that on purpose, I theorized, she must have known what effect that kind of nasty language was going to have on an already hormone-saturated teenager... she must have known.
After half a minute of pumping my disgustingly fat dick, I moaned and shot my huge morning load all over the carpet floor of my room. After catching my breath, I opened my eyes, looked at the large puddle of cum on the floor and was about to get up, when I noticed movement in the door opening. It was mom, who was leaning against the door post, watching me and said, "I'll think about it, that's all I can promise, okay?"
"O... okay mom," I stammered, looking her as she gawked at the sperm in front of me. After a few seconds, she turned and left for the bathroom.
That was the last thing we had said about it. To be fair, it was the last thing we had said to each other for the rest of the day. And now, here she was, walking into the kitchen with a pen and a blank piece of paper, suggesting we write down some ground rules.
To avoid painful misunderstandings, I played dumb and asked, as I stared at her nipples poking through her nighty, "Ground rules for what, mom?"
"For your birthday present, what else?" she smiled sweet and calm.
"You're agreeing to this?" I asked surprised, but also deliriously happy.
"Apparently," she said, a shy and embarrassed smile around her mouth.
"That makes you a slut," I concluded.
"I guess it does," she smiled embarrassed.
"That's so cool mom, you're the best!" I said.
"So, what would you like to do to your slut mom, or have her do to you, on your birthday?"
"Well," I said, figuring I'd start small and take it from there, "Could I call you names?"
Mom thought about for a moment, then said, "I guess I wouldn't be much of a slut if I didn't let you call me a slut, now would I?"
"How about bitch or whore or cunt?" I asked.
"Not the C-word Alex, the other two are fine, I guess," she said as she wrote them down, "What else?"
"Your tits, I have to be able to see them and touch them whenever I want to..."
Mom smiled and said, "Okay honey, if we're doing this, let's just assume that you can see me naked anytime you want and you can touch me anywhere, okay?"
"Ok, handjobs then?" I asked.
"Handjobs," mom repeated as she wrote that down.
I carefully snuck my hand under the table and took my hard dick out, as I carefully stroked it, I said, "Blowjobs?"
"Ok," mom said as she wrote that down too. I was jacking off by now, as mom apparently had no problem with the prospect of jacking and sucking me off.
"Can you eat my cum too?" I asked, slowly bringing my cock into view, stroking it in plain sight now.
"I guess I can..." mom said as she looked at my hand jacking my tube and wrote "+ swallowing" after "blowjobs."
This was going even better than expected.
"I want to finger and lick your cunt," I blurted out.
"My pussy Alex, or twat if you want to be nasty... not cunt, okay?" she asked as wrote it down.
"Sorry mom," I said, realizing this was the second time she'd corrected me.
"That's okay, I know how fucking horny you must be right now," she said, glancing at my purple cock head.
I just stroked, looking at her, forgetting the list for a moment.
She looked at me and gave me a few seconds to jack off to her; she was very relaxed and seemed to be perfectly at ease. She looked at my swollen dick, then smiled at me as she looked me in the eye, then back at my dick...
