Months later, blowjobs had become a regular fantasy of mine. Having a girl place her mouth on me, licking and sucking away… Every time that image entered my masturbatory fantasies, I would cum like nobody’s business, stream after stream shooting from my cock as I furiously jerked it. I usually did this in the shower, so that it would be easy to clean up afterwards. Sometimes, I would fantasize about something happening in there, picturing a female form sitting on her knees, sucking me off instead of using my own hands…
“Mom!” I called out. “You’re gonna be late! I can see the limo outside!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming, I am…” she responded, stressed out by her own tardiness.
It was her own fault. She’d had over an hour to get ready, so what was the problem? Shower, hair, makeup, clothes… how long could that take?
Okay, so she did look amazing. She tiptoed quickly down the stairs while putting in her earrings, making her firm breasts bounce up and down as she ran. She was wearing a red cotton dress that clung tightly to her toned body, leaving just a little bit to the imagination. The rest of her ensemble matched perfectly: red shoes, lipstick and nails, a black purse, belt and dark hair… a perfect combination of colors. Her dress was really classy, not too short – perfect for the yearly company Christmas party.
“How do I look?” she asked as she checked herself in the hallway mirror.
“You look great, mom. Really great. Beautiful.” I answered, truthfully.
“Thanks, hon.”
She blew me a kiss and waved as she ran out the door. Once again, then, I was left in charge of the house while mom was out.
This time, I didn’t really think too much about ‘that thing that happened’. Since I knew she was going out, I had set up an online gaming session with a couple of buddies of mine. This whole Friday night was about playing Fortnite, drinking sodas and eating pizzas. Living an hour away from the city wasn’t that bad when we had a powerful broadband connection. Distracted by this wonderful teenage world, my mind was not really thinking about anything else.
Then mom came home early. Before midnight, in fact. That’s weird, I thought. Hadn’t she said something about spending the night at a hotel near the office? I went out into the hall to meet her as she stumbled in through the door, and discovered that she was in a really bad mood.
“Hey, mom. You’re home early?”
“Fuckin’ loser…” she mumbled as she dropped her purse on the floor and shut the door behind her.
“Er… what…?” I said, thinking for a second that she was talking about me and feeling a bit hurt.
“George. Fuckin’ George…”
“Aha…”
Okay, so it was someone else. I thought I remembered her mentioning that name once or twice. Some guy at the office, right? Must be.
Mom took her shoes off and wandered into the living room. She seemed a bit unsteady already, but went over to the liquor cabinet anyway.
“Drinks at the party not good enough?” I asked, slightly sarcastically.
“Mh… ‘re pretty good… Had s’more in the car too…”