Mom let my cock free with a gasp. Her mouth formed a gaping grin as she gasped for breath. Seeing my face–and I must have looked, well, like a young man who had just gotten a glorious first blowjob–Mom laughed airily.
She wiped the streak of cum from her cheek and licked the finger clean. Wheezing, she collapsed onto my tummy, and I felt her breasts squeeze my cock in a motherly embrace. “I’ve never in my life,” she huffed, “swallowed so much semen at once.” She sighed and chuckled.
I held her, scratching her back lightly through her tank top and wondering just what she meant by “at once.”
“Did you enjoy it, baby?” she asked.
“Oh, my gosh,” I muttered with awe.
She laughed.
“It was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“Better even than getting Barney for Christmas?” she asked.
“Mom,” I protested, “you know I can’t–”
“I know, baby. I was teasing,” she said, sighing. I kept making circles on her back with my fingers. “That feels nice,” she cooed. Then, she snuggled into me, humming sweetly. “How I’ve missed cuddling with you.”
“I love you, Mom.”
Her head rose, and her eyes found mine. “And I love you. Every part of you, I adore with all my heart.”
I hugged her and scratched her back. She settled into me again.
“Your semen,” she whispered, “tastes perfectly healthy.”
Wow. Those were not words I ever expected to hear from her. Things had changed. I felt free to ask her a question about the blowjob. “Mom,” I began, “when did you first think about doing that?”
“Sucking it?”
“Yeah.”
“Since your injury?”
“Yeah.”
“Baby, I thought about sucking your penis when you hauled it out of your jeans and showed me–blood and all. I can’t help myself.”
“Wait–did you think about doing it before I got hurt?”
“Why, yes.”
“When was the first time?”
She told me.
I said, “What?!”
She nodded, giggling. “It’s true, and though you wouldn’t remember, I’ve actually sucked on it once before, only very briefly.”
“No, you haven’t!”
She laughed and told me another story. She was right; I would not have remembered.
“Why?” I asked.
“It was there, and it was lovely, and I adore you and wanted you to feel special–even for just a few seconds in secret.”
“Does Dad know?”
Mom turned to me. “I don’t keep secrets from my husband.”
I nodded, and then I stopped. A question nagged at me.
Mom must have read it in my eyes. She said, very seriously, “Your father wouldn’t share me with anyone in the world–except you. I think he’s proud of me, so proud that he was willing to let me do this.”
“And you?”
“It thrilled me to excite you, and truth be told, I agreed with your father. I wanted you to know about the special way that I can love you.”
“Just tonight?” I asked.
“I certainly hope not.”
I hugged her tightly.
She laughed and snuggled, and she told me she loved me beyond even the stars. I liked how her breasts hugged my cock.
***
Dad was back from his work trip when I got home from school on Friday. Mom baked homemade pizza for dinner, a favorite for all of us. Mom leaned over and wiped the sauce from little Izzy’s face. Hannah grinned and added a fresh slice to her plate. Lauren and Dad chatted together about basketball.
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