“I’m close, mom.”
“That fast?” She seemed surprised and laughed. “Okay, cum whenever you are ready.”
“Can you extend back a bit? I don’t want to cum in your face again.” I said feeling weird about the whole situation.
“I can handle a little cum on me, sweetie.” She muttered.
“But what if Dad sees it or smells it,” I said.
“It’s okay.” She pulled out her huge breasts and pointed the dick towards them. “You can cum here instead.”
That was all it took. Her breasts. And I was cumming while panting heavily. She continued jerking me off as I shot my cum allover her tits and neck. I closed my eyes enjoying the moment. It was heavenly.
Suddenly, I felt something warm on my dick. I opened my eyes and found her swallowing my dick down her throat.
I fidgeted and pushed her off. “What the hell! You were only supposed to be jerking me off.”
“Calm down,” she said as she lightly licked the head. “It’s nothing. I’m just cleaning it. It’s something I always do after making someone cum. I’m sorry. That’s too much information. I probably shouldn’t have done it.”
“It’s fine. I just got freaked out for a moment there.”
“Great. Now let’s go get some breakfast.”
For the next few days, I got a ritual morning handjob and breakfast usually served together in bed. I realised our arrangement helped keep my sexual hormones in check. My healing bones were better now.
My father had no idea what was going on. I was starting to enjoy the handjobs actually but I needed something better. I didn’t know how I would bring it up. This whole situation with my Mom was already as awkward as it could get.
A few weeks after my first handjob, I hadn’t cum in a few days because Mom was busy with a lot on her plate. Her book club, the church, shopping, etc.
On this particular day, Dad was out of town. I was at home watching a game. Mom returned during the night with dinner. We hang out and ate and laughed. Normal family time.
Later in the night, she was helping me get into bed when she noticed my dick slightly hanging out of my boxers.
“You seem uncomfortable, honey.” She said sarcastically.
“Not really. We can do this tomorrow. Besides the handjobs are kinda monotonous now.” I said.
“We could try something different,” she shrugged. “I could blow you instead.”
“Really?”
“It’s no different from a handjob. It will feel even better.”
“I don’t know. The blowjob reminds me of my girlfriend. It might be very weird for me. It could, you know, appear more sexual than what it is.”
She chuckled. “You’re taking this all seriously. Just think of it as motherly help. It’s nothing really.”
“Don’t you see anything wrong with what we are doing?”
“No,” she sighed. “And you shouldn’t either.”
“Okay.”
“Now lie on your back on the bed. Mommy will take care of your boner.”
I lay down as she pulled off my shorts, my injured arm across from her.
I couldn’t help but glimpse the midsection of her breasts protruding from her robe.
Her cold fingers wrapped around my growing dick. The other hand lightly caressing my balls.
I closed my eyes momentarily burying myself in the pleasure of her expert handjob. Maybe after all, she agreed that the blowjob was going too far.
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