“Jeez,” I said, struggling to sit up, “What time is it?”
I raised my free hand to shield my eyes from the streaming sunlight.
“I’m fucking freezing!”
It was Sue, one elbow pinning my other arm to the bed and scrubbing at the thick stubble on my chin.
“A grumpy, hairy silverback with a smelly bum, a black penis thicker than my wrist, and in need of a shave!” she giggled again.
She had removed her night bra and her breasts were brushing the thick curly hair on my chest.
After a moment she leaned forward and gently kissed my lips.
I smelled a bouquet of toothpaste, lipstick, soap and perfume.
“A smelly bum gorilla with bad breath and pubic hair like a wooly mammoth, expecting me to masturbate him!”
Now I was wide awake and looking at my splendid mother who had put her hair up, showered and applied faultless make up before the summer sun had hardly risen above the rooftops opposite.
“What time is it?” I asked again, one eye squinting in the sunlight.
“Just after 5:30 am you woolly baboon, and well time you were up” she said.
I groaned at the time but it was obvious there would be no more sleep for me that morning.
“If you want to share my bed you have to share my life young man,” she said. “You forget I’ve been getting up 2 hours before you since you were in nappies. Better get with the programme.”
Then I felt cold liquid running down the shaft of my erection and craned around to see her drizzling baby oil from a bottle onto my shaft.
“If rape is inevitable,” she said, “Best to lie back and enjoy it!”
I slumped my head back onto my pillow and gave in to her.
In truth my prick was only about a couple of inches longer than average but much thicker than most guys I’d seen in the showers.
Dad had insisted I be circumcised at birth, the bare pink head on a dark shaft still looked somehow out of place to me.
Now my prick stood hard in her hand, the glans filled with blood and turning purple. It pulsed with anticipation.
Sue was busy dribbling more oil over my prick.
“You have a beautiful penis Jack,” she said.
“Your dad’s, was this same dark brown and black sort of mottled colour, but yours is thicker than his. I love to just look at it. I can’t understand why the girls at college aren’t queuing up to ride this beauty?”
Once the shaft was well lubed she rubbed oil into her hands from my shaft and gently began to circle the rim of my glans.
“If I’d been a guy with a penis like yours I think I’d have been a porn star,” she with a wicked grin.
At first I bucked and jerked at her hand. Then I began to enjoy the new heighten sensation that her touch brought.
After a few minutes I was able to bear her stroking both head and shaft. It was new, incredibly erotic and I felt myself begin to come.
“I’m coming! I exclaimed!” But she began to gently squeeze the head until the thrill subsided.
After a moment or two she began massaging me again, first with one hand then two.
Overhand.
Underhand.
Twisting.
Fingernails faintly tickling the head.
Fingers forming a ring around the rim.
Palm of hand on head.
Squeezing low down on the shaft.