This choice: Right by your mom on her jog. • Go Back...Chapter #5Mother Blows Best by: Unknown "OOOF!"
You tumble through the grass, your bike clattering somewhere off on the pavement; you're just glad you didn't stay with it. You hold your head and spit out a few blades of grass, quite dizzied from rolling. You might be a bit bruised later, but otherwise you feel just fine. You're about to get up and return to your bike when a familiar voice calls out your name.
"Steven?!" you look around and see, by some coincidence, your mom running over to you. She's got that worried look on her face she always gets when somebody in the family had even the chance of being hurt; she's usually a cool mom, but when it comes to injuries she always gets extremely protective. "Steven, honey, are you okay?! Oh my God, what happened?!"
"Mom, I'm fine," you tell her as she kneels beside you, immediately examining you for any injuries.
"Honey, that was a bad fall, are you sure you're alright? You could've broken something!"
"Mom, I promise, I'm perfectly fine. Just a little shaken up that's all." She doesn't listen, though, and continues to put her hands all over you, checking your arms and face for something that could've gone wrong.
Maybe it's because you just came from a sexual experience, but for some reason your mom is looking... very attractive right now. She might be in her late thirties, but she's never really looked much older than early twenties. Her silky red hair framing her small, pale, freckled face, and her small hands are still as smooth and delicate as your girlfriend's. The sweat she's worked up from her jog has caused her clothes to stick rather tightly to her body, showing off all the contours of her body, such as her generous, perky tits, wide, matronly hips, and thick thighs. You're just glad your shorts are good and baggy, because you're getting one hell of a boner from all of this, and you could not be more ashamed of it; this is your mom, for God's sake!
"You're completely sure you're fine?" Gwen asks once more, her hand resting on your bicep. She's actually kinda squeezing it a bit. Is she... checking for muscles?
"Yes, mom," you groan.
"Well, okay... I just get worried when things like that happen, you know? Even to my big, strong boy." She's now rubbing your arm slowly; it actually feels kinda nice. "Where were you off to, anyway?"
"Just to, uhh, Sally's house."
"Oh, I see. Making use of this cologne, huh?" What cologne?! "I'm telling you, she's gonna love it."
"Yeah, I, uh, I hope so. I should get going--"
"W-wait, I... Actually, I think I uh, saw something you hurt!" your mom says quickly, holding your arm tighter as you try to get up. "But, uhh... I can't look at it here."
"What? What are you talking about?" you ask. Why is she so eager to have you stay all of a sudden?
"Well, it looked like it was in a... sensitive place, so... why don't we just slip behind those bushes over there so I can take a look? Just real quick."
"Mom, I don't think that's really necessary, I feel fine..."
"Honey, please, I just need to make sure. Don't you trust your mom?"
"...Alright." Before the word even finishes leaving your mouth your mom has already taken your hand, pulled you to your feet, and leads you through the waist high bushes. She kneels down in front of you, creating a rather compromising position.
"Okay, now I just need to pull your pants down..." Her fingers hook on your waistband, but you take hold of it as well and stop her.
"Wait, Mom, isn't this, you know, a little... weird?" It's not that you're ashamed of what's down there, especially now, but you went commando this morning in anticipation of going over to fool around with your girlfriend... you're not sure you want your mom seeing your junk.
"Honey. I dressed you and bathed you for years. There's no part of you I haven't already seen. Now come on, pants off." Before you can protest further she knocks your hands away and pulls your shorts down to your ankles; at the same time your massive erection springs free of your panties, flying up and hitting your mom in the face! You turn bright red as your throbbing member smears precum on your own mom's cheek.
"Ah! I'm sorry, Mom! I-- uh--!" You try to swing your hips away to get your dick out of Gwen's face, but you just end up leaving a longer trail of sticky pre across her nose. You're not sure how you expected her to react to an awkward situation like this, but she just sits there in front of you, her green eyes fixated on your massive shaft.
"It's... It's okay, dear... Here, turn back over here, I need to uhm... take a look at that injury..." Her warm hands take hold of your hips and turn you to face her again, avoiding your schlong this time. There's a look in her eyes you've never seen before. "Well, uhm... *gulp* there appears to be some... swelling... but I know how we can make that go down." She gingerly takes hold of your shaft in with one hand, then the other in order to make her fingertips touch, sending waves of pleasure through your body just at her touch.
"Mom...? What are you doing...?" You're pretty certain she's not checking for any "injuries" anymore; did your whole family turn to incest overnight or something?! Part of you doesn't want this to go further, but another part is loving every second of this; this other part is the same part of you that was eyeing this woman up not long ago. In the end, you'd rather take pleasure over morals, and just let your mom lead the way.
"Baby, I know I said I've seen... all of you before, but... but you never told me you grew so much!" she giggles in astonishment, her hands gently running all over your impressive manhood. You notice it's actually grown maybe two inches since this morning, putting you at a foot long now! To be honest, you don't quite blame her for being so enamored by it. "I just... I don't know what to say, baby. You really are a big, big boy. And... Mmmm, so this is what I smelled on you this morning... I knew there was a reason it was getting me so excited..."
"Mom, should we... should we really be doing this?" you ask, trying very hard not to moan as those small but skilled hands massage your meat. "I mean, we're... we're family and all... You're married, and... I have a girlfriend..." Your excuses trail away as the red haired woman pulls off her pink top and begins undoing her sports bra, unveiling those beautiful C-cup breasts you nursed from all those years ago, covered in faint freckles and nipples hard as diamonds. She's making it very difficult to argue.
"Well, think of it this way: you kiss me, don't you?" You nod. "And you kiss your girlfriend?" You nod again. "So if you kiss both of us, shouldn't it be okay to get blown by both of us?" While you would begin to argue the very obvious intricacies of each of those individual situations, your rational mind is overwhelmed by immense pleasure as you feel your dick become enveloped in hot, sweaty, soft flesh. Once your eyes stop rolling to the back of your head, you looks down to see your loving mother giving you a tit fuck. "I'm just your mommy helping you with a little problem, that's all," she coos, working you over with her glistening, pillowy breasts.
Maybe you freaked out a little bit too much in the shower earlier. Maybe you should've just stopped and enjoyed the world class blowjob Liz gave you. It's not like it's a really bad thing to have girls wanting to fuck you on the spot, even if they are your family members. You're not having kids, you're just fooling around. What Sally doesn't know won't hurt her. Of course you still love her, but if girls want to suck your dick from time to time, why not let them?
Then again, maybe that's that fucked up part of your mind talking again.
"You okay, baby?" Gwen asks, interrupting your thoughts. "You look a little spaced out; should I do more?"
"N-no, Mom, you're, uhm... you're doing great." You never in your life, even in sexual fantasies, have you thought you'd be telling your mom how well she was jerking you off.
"Well, how can I bring that 'great' up to, say, 'amazing'? Hmm? Maybe, with a little of this...?" You feel a warm, wet muscle tease the sensitive underside of your dick, before two lovely lips that kissed you goodnight for years slowly wrap around the fat tip. Gwen's green eyes stare into yours, and you see her move one of her hands from your crotch to her own, apparently very excited by the feeling of sucking off her son in public. You realize that many cars have been passing you this whole time, but because of the shrubbery not one of them would have a clue you were getting a blowjob back here, let alone from your mom. It actually gets you a little excited as well.
"Okay, yeah, that's... that's amazing," you admit, starting to openly enjoy this sinful act. If you thought Liz was world class, Gwen's is out of this world. You can feel your balls, which feel remarkably full for the amount of cream they dumped on your sister earlier, begin to tense up for the second time today, and you have a feeling this load is gonna be even better than the last. Your mom can see the look on your face predicting the incoming blast and leans back, mouth open, one arm holding up her tits, the other jerking you to completion. You grunt and thrust your hips reflexively as your seed erupts all over your waiting mother with similar results to what happened with your sister. Huge hot ropes of jizz splatter on her skin, in even greater volume than before (seems your nuts must have grown as well), making her look like she just attended a bukakke party. Her pretty face and chest become a gooey, dripping mess by the time your balls are empty.
"Mmm, well, thank you baby; that's my protein shake and skin lotion taken care of all at once," she giggles, licking the last few drops from your piss slit. You find that not only are you balls emptied, but so is your mind; you're finally able to decide what you think of this situation. And you decide...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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