I don’t know how she could have stayed in that squatting position so long. I was convinced at that moment there never was and never would be any woman for me but my mom.
She finally stood up, still pulling on my cock and kissed me full on the mouth. She squeezed my cock and like she knew I was going to cum before I did. But boy did I. I shot jiz all over the fucking shower. Some of it on her, some of it right down the drain, some of it even on the walls.
She stood right up against me until my cock finally shrunk. “Better turn off the water, darling, in case your dad wants a shower when he gets home.” With that, she stepped out of the shower and was gone.
After that, about twice a week for the next couple of weeks, she would either get in the shower with me or knock on my bedroom door and come in. We would kiss, I would kiss her tits and she would suck me off. I had no desire to see another girl, no desire to get laid or anything but to feel my mom’s lips around my cock. I mean there were plenty of cute girls at the pool, but my mom, man? She was a woman.
Naturally, I didn’t tell any of my buds about this. I mean, c’mon! Number one they wouldn’t believe it and number two why would I? I didn’t want them to think my mother was a slut – which she wasn’t of course, but you know…
I looked at other girls, but hey – Some of the other lifeguards would talk about girls there who would fuck some of the guys – especially the jocks, but they obviously had no respect for them. I mean hooking up was a part of life for most of most of the young guys, but my mom gave me all the sex I could handle. Sure, I thought what it must feel like to really like get laid, you know, but I wouldn’t know how to start with any girl I knew. So, it was the incredible blow job and that was it for me.
Then, just about three weeks later, I was in my room on the cool new iPad my mom got me for being “such a good and understanding son”. Right. I was into a video on the civil war and all when she called to me.
“Barry? Could you come here?”
I got off the iPad and went down the hall to her room. She was lying on the bed wearing a tee shirt with no bra and a pair of shorts. “Come sit on the side of the bed, darling. I want to ask you something.”
I sat down and looked in her eyes. I was just staring at her. She was propped up on a pillow with her kindle in her lap. I looked in those enormous dark eyes, took in that pixie hair cut for her black hair, her great lips, long legs and like I said before, a great set of boobs. I was thinking about all the times those lips had been wrapped around my dick.
“Barry,” she said softly. “Why are you staring at me like that? What are you thinking?”
“Well, just how gorgeous you are, mom.”
She let out this deep wonderful laugh. “Well, thank you kind sir!”
“Cool mom. Now, what did you want to ask me?”
She shifted on the bed. She sat up and reached out for my hands. “Barry,” do you remember the first time that we, umm – got together?”
“Mom! How could I forget! I mean, God!”