This ongoing protein shake innuendo was getting a bit old for me, but it seemed to excite mom to have this slang for sucking my cock and swallowing my cum, so who was I to deny her that? Hearing my words caused her to suck with greater vigor and I knew that it would only be a couple of minutes if she kept up as she was doing.
“God yes mom! Suck my big cock! Your mouth feels so good!” I exclaimed loudly.
“Give me your cum Jeremy! I love it!”
She was bobbing up and down at a reckless pace, her lips sliding along my shaft so tightly, her tongue somehow swirling around my dick as it pistoned in her mouth to the entrance of her throat. I gasped and had to grab her head as my legs quivered. She drooled her saliva, coating my shaft, so that she could use a hand to stroke me from the base up as her mouth sucked me from the top down. Her second hand played with my boiling balls.
I lost it then and called out heedless of any ears that might hear me.
“Cuumming mommm! Cummming!”
Mom pulled back until only my domed head was still in her mouth, to make room for the amount of sperm I began to pump into her oral chamber. My other hand grabbed at her hair, my chest tightened, my breath ceased, my eyes clenched, and I continued to fill mom’s mouth as fast as she could swallow. My balls must have been huge with the amount of cum I was spraying on mom’s tonsils.
When I finished and mom had cleaned my dick off, she rolled back onto her feet and stood up. She was wearing a satiny off-red blouse with a fair amount of cleavage showing, and a black, knee-length pencil skirt that made me marvel at how she had stood without trouble. I bent down to pull up my pants.
“Don’t bother with that. I said I wanted a double. I’m not done yet, but you should probably sit on the couch before we continue.” She glanced at the clock over the couch. “We should have plenty of time before your brother and sister get home.”
I shuffled to the couch with my pants still around my knees. I sat, or rather, dropped onto the cushions. Mom knelt again, gracefully in her skirt, pushed my clothes to my ankles, and then moved between my knees and took my sagging cock in her delicate fingers. I shifted to get more situated and comfortable. Mom broke out laughing and I had to stare at her.
“Isn’t this what’s gotten us into trouble?”
“Huh?” I asked as sagely as I could manage.
“My hand on your cock and you shifting around.”
I looked down at her hand doing nothing more than holding my maleness as if I had just realized what she was doing.
“Um yeah, I guess so.”
Either the recent loss of blood to my brain, or its return, seemed to make me slightly loopy.
“Must just be me.”
Mom’s curled up lips drooped, and then dropped to kiss the tip of my mushroom head. She ran her tongue over the small hole as if she could push it in. That wonderful tongue then began an elegant dance on, over, around, and under my cock head. The smooth skin tightened like a drumhead as it expanded. Her fingers drummed in pattern along the sides, somehow coaxing the return of my blood. My dick grew by half in half a dozen minutes, and from there exponentially, geometrically?