She grinned at me when my dick pushed back on her squeeze and released her grip. I prayed that she wasn’t done. She pulled my zipper down and reached inside my shorts and pulled out my erection. She smiled at me and I smiled back as my heart pounded in my chest. She reached in again and pulled my balls out past the zipper and she started slowly jerking me off. My head dropped back against the sofa as a groan escaped my throat. Mom giggled and increased her pace.
It wasn’t long before I mumbled, “Fuck, Mom. I’m gonna cum.” I didn’t have anything to catch the imminent arrival of my ejaculation and Mom didn’t seem to be making any move to get something. I pulled my head back from the sofa and looked down at Mom’s jack-hammering hand as she grinned at me. I could feel the pressure build and my balls tighten and at the last moment, Mom bent forward and pushed my glans between her lips. It wasn’t a moment too soon either. Her hand continued and she drank cum from my hose as she rhythmically gulped down my load. Not a drop escaped from her lips until she pulled off and pushed a big glob of cum out on her lips before sucking it back inside. A little cum drooled over her lower lip to her chin. She swallowed and showed me her vacant mouth. I grinned at her and she giggled as she wiped her lips and chin with the back of her hand.
Mom held my cock as it softened and then she pushed it back in my shorts and zipped me up. I got up and went to the kitchen to get a soda. The pretty chef was preparing for lunch and she smiled at me. She hadn’t been there when I came downstairs and I wondered if she had witnessed Mom’s hand job/blow job. She gave no indication that she had seen anything but she did obviously check out my package as I left the kitchen. I checked too to see what she had seen. The tent was gone, thank God.
Mom was looking through the People magazine again when I returned. I picked up a sports magazine and started flipping through it.
The chef stepped into the family room and announced to Mom that lunch was ready. Mom smiled and stood up and walked to the open doorway to the three-season room and announced that lunch was ready. Several minutes later the seven girls filed into the dining room wrapped in towels. Their hair was wet so they had come out of the pool. I waited until they had filed past the buffet platters before I got on the end of the line. Mom joined me and the chef and the DJ and another support guy came in behind Mom. The girls had found seats inside, so I went outside and sat in a lounge chair to eat. The DJ came out and returned to his equipment that was playing oldies songs. The extra support guy came out and sat down on the grass next to a pile of foam noodles. The chef came out and sat across from me at the picnic table. She made no move to talk to me but I kept seeing her looking over at me.
Julie came out without her food and motioned for me toward the hot tub. I left my plate on the picnic table and followed Julie. She quietly said, “I’m still worried that Mom will sleepwalk in the nude tonight. Did she do it last night.” I smiled and nodded expecting her to sigh in relief. Her eyes lit up and went wide. She said, “Oh my God. Spill the deets.”