“Wow mom! That was fuh …” I caught myself with tender ears now present. “That was incredible! Twice!”
She permitted herself a slow lick of her lips. I grinned at her.
“Mommy, can I have a cookie? I was good at school today! I got two gold stars!” Jojo crowed in delight.
“And some milk too!” Johnny added without professing any achievements to warrant his reward.
Mom sprang to her feet with more energy than I could muster right then.
“Two gold stars! That deserves two cookies!” Mom hurried to the kitchen with my siblings following her.
“And some milk too!” Johnny repeated as if it might be overlooked in the excitement of getting cookies.
I stood roughly, feeling as drained as I in reality was.
“Do you want a cookie too mommy?” Jojo waved one of her two towards mom. “Were you good today mommy?”
I had to cough then. Mom raised her eyes to mine.
“Mommy was very, very good today! She should get three cookies! And a … nice … big … glass of … creamy … milk too!”
Mom’s eyes widened as I emphasized each adjective.
“How many stars did you get mommy?” Jojo asked innocently.
Johnny answered before mom or I could correct my sister. “Mommies don’t get stars silly.”
“Mommy would have gotten all the stars Jojo.” I gave my own response. Jojo beamed at my answer.
“Good job mommy!” She exclaimed proudly.
“Yes, good job mommy.” I said just as proudly.
Mom swatted my shoulder with more force than she’d intended as she then rubbed it with maternal care. Mom and I each ate a cookie as the younger two ended up with three each. Jojo still tried to offer mom one of hers as a reward.
“It’s yours honey. You eat it. Mommy is full right now.” She eyed me with a glint in her eye.
I chuckled quietly.
I grabbed my bag and went upstairs to lie down for a while. I was seriously going to have to start working out! Though with my schedule already full I didn’t know when I would have any time. It would cut into my mom-sucking-my-dick time or the banging-my-aunt’s-fantastic-ass time! As I said, my schedule was quite full already!
I had no nightly or a.m. visits that night or on Wednesday either. I had to take it upon myself Wednesday night when I heard mom’s bedroom door shut without ‘tucking’ me in first. I had plenty of visual stimulation stored in my brain that I lasted as long as if mom had actually been there.
I forgave her for not showing up, as I knew we had a big weekend coming. I regretted having to take any action knowing how spent I would be by Sunday and would be wishing for that extra bit in the tank. Unfortunately, it didn’t work like that. Regardless of how empty I would be come Sunday night, it didn’t relieve the overload pressure earlier in the week.
During school, I lost focus during my teacher’s lectures as I tried to think of things, positions, situations to do with mom and Aunt Jess. Thursday afternoon in Ms. Jennings’s class I had pictured the thirty-something brunette bent over her desk and me sticking my cock in her big ass as I had done with my aunt. The hard-on I received from these thoughts would not go away before class was over and I was forced to exit the room trying to hide my hard cock. I’m sure I failed as I noticed Ms. Jennings giving me a curious look that in my teenage sex-crazed mind I took to be interest. I reprimanded myself that it couldn’t be that and with mom and her sister (and I still had Margie for an emergency call if required) that I had no need for another sexually needy older woman! But Ms. Jennings was fairly attractive. No! I told myself, I had enough problems now. New thoughts of Ms. Jennings on her knees sucking me, or laying naked on her desk with her ankles on my shoulders and my …