I had to remind my erection, mentally, that it had proved itself perfectly capable of impregnating ladies. Making babies with my mother was the hardest thing I would ever resist. It was quite possible Mom would have simply refused. There had to be limits to what she trusted from me. Also I knew that she and Daddy had not yet agreed on having another baby, and if that baby ended up being mine, I was sure Daddy would be very, very sad, possibly for as long as he raised it.
Respecting that didn't make the act any less compelling. I had to chide my thoughts for quickly jumping to such an extreme. Doing so, however, alerted my attention to the fact that, after conceding ground to Mom's new direction, I had gone right back to being selfish. So I did what any, horny youngster would do, I rationalized being selfish. I was still driven to test Mom's promise, just not to an extreme. To combat my very selfish, first thought, I told myself that I must not take greater pleasure from Mom, than what she received from my test.
I also needed a clear reason that she would accept, to test her.
Mom looked at her trembling hands when she asked. "Did you want to talk about what you're doing tomorrow?"
"Not yet." I kept thinking. The movement of her hands, nestled in her lap, gave me the idea. Mom had gone through a lot, emotionally, tonight. She needed something to calm her, to reward her for being so open and daring and for making a risky compromise. I needed to convince her, she had done the right thing. Her hands inspired the perfect test. Next I had to find a reason.
"Mom, I'm going to come home after visiting Steve, tomorrow, and I'm going to help you practice making dinner for Mr. Gorgev."
"I'm not sure I need practice, Sweetie. I made the same meal just last week. The Colkicks won't have to spend for extra groceries."
"You do, Mom, because this time I'm going to be there. I want to be part of everything. What if Mr. Gorgev tries to separate us? I want to be so important, he can't have any say."
"You've really thought about this." Mom approved. Her hands calmed in her lap.
"I can't let him win, this time. So I'm going to take strong measures, to make sure nothing goes wrong."
"What else?"
I gulped, trying to sound as rational as possible. "It's you, Mom."
"What about me?"
"You promised tonight, to let me take charge, but what if he's too much for you, and you don't let me?"
"I told you, Billy. I should have resisted more. I'll be much more confident, especially with you there."
"I think so too, but I have to make sure." I played my card.
"I thought you trusted me." She sounded concerned at the direction our conversation was heading.
"Daddy trusts you, probably more than me. But Mr. Gorgev was too strong."
"I've admitted my blame for that, Billy. I even agreed to your punishment." Mother started to sound cross.
"You did, Mom." I backed off. "Daddy, and now I, know not to blame you, and I'm sorry I punished you."
"Then what are you talking about?"
"A test. Just a little test. I won't feel confident about working for Mr. Gorgev if you can't handle a test."
"Of my promise?" Her tone was skeptical. "Billy, you need to go to bed, and your father's waiting for me."
"That sounds like you're breaking your promise." I stood my ground.
"I don't need you to take charge of me, tonight. We need our sleep."
"You promised to let me decide, Mom. You can disagree, but if you don't keep your promise now, how will you keep your promise to resist Mr. Gorgev?"
Mom quieted. Her hands shook again. "It's true." She admitted in a very small voice. "After you kissed me, I worried how you would use my promise. You're scaring me, Billy, but you're telling the truth. I almost broke my promise to you." She pursed her lips and met my eyes. "I won't let you do just anything, anytime. If I ever think you're taking advantage of my promise. I will withdraw it."
"I'll try not to." I said, wondering if I had just lied to her. I told myself that I was doing this test because she needed it. I think now, I was right.
Her voice remained soft. "What do I have to do?"
"I'm going to tell you a little bit at a time. That's part of the test." Also I hadn't yet figured out all the steps. I'd only had one experience, but this time I would be doing it to my Mom.
I stood up from the couch and tried to look serious. It was a serious thing, but my boner was having none of that. Fortunately it didn't stick out into my pants but up. The zipper flap concealed the true state of my penis.
"Take off your slippers, first."
"Um, okay." She bit her lower lip to stop it from trembling. Her bare feet fled easily out of her matching slippers. The hem of her light blue gown swayed as she removed them. It fell to the middle of her calves. Mom frowned. She didn't like not knowning what I would ask next.
"Are you wearing panties, Mom?"
"Is that important?"
"Yes. Everything I say and do is important, until we're done."
"I usually wear a pair." She corrected herself. "Yes, I mean. I am."
"Thank you for telling me." She needed encouraging. "You have to take them off now."
Mom bent forward to stand up, while gripping her gown at the waist.
"No, Mom, you can't get up. You have to sit there and take off your panties."
"That's very embarrassing, Billy. You'll see everything. Is that what you want?"
"You don't have time for questions. You have to do as I say."
A small tremor flitted up her torso. She moaned, "Nngghh... Uh, uh, yes, Billy."
Her reaction surprised me. Had I done something wrong?
Mom reached lower on her gown and pulled the material up from her knees. The hem slid over and revealed her beautiful legs. She pushed her back against the couch and lifted her hips. Her hands continued to pull the gown to her waist, until it fully bunched there. Comfortable, white panties hugging her hips and groin appeared as she reseated herself on the cushion.
The last time I had her disrobe, I'd made her masturbate me until I came on her costume dress. This time, I wanted to give her pleasure. My penis lurched harder at the sight, even though I had told it, it wouldn't get off tonight. It wanted to rub up and down the indent where her vulva spread beneath the cotton panel. I couldn't let it sway me with such potential delights. "Take it off, Mom." I said a little harsh, but I was only angry at my imagination.
She saw me staring at her covered mound. Once more her torso trembled, but instead of a groan, Mom's face got very red. "I-I will, Billy. You picked this test because it wasn't easy." Her fingers fluttered over the waistband, found purchase and slipped around it.
"Uh, yeah, that's why I picked it."
Mom has nice hips, and it took some effort to roll the elastic over them. She gave a little grunt. Dark brown hairs, thick and twisted, popped up from behind the band. Her hands shifted for better leverage. The durable garment slid more easily down her thighs. All of her pubes appeared, a groomed vee pointing at her most intimate place. She stopped when her panties held her legs together just above her knees.
"You have to take them all the way off." I explained.
"I do, Billy?" She breathed a little harder. "Are you going to make me get naked all the way?"
"Shh, Mom. If you ask any more questions, I might have to give you a reminded to keep your promise."
"I'm sorry, Billy. I'll do what you say." She bent farther forward and pushed her panties to her ankles. The she stepped out of them, Her hands returned to her waist and grabbed the hem bunched there.
"You're really pretty, Mom." Although her closed thighs hid her sex from me, the bare skin of them pressed together formed three crevices. The most exciting part lay beneath where they met. My heart beat faster, and my dick pulsed at the sight.
She started to lift her gown. I knew her breasts were naked beneath it. But I couldn't let her anticipate my desires. She had to do what I said and no more. "Stop." I pointed at her hands.
"What's the matter?"
That was another question, but I let it slide. Anyone would have asked that in those circumstances. So I believed.
"I didn't tell you to do that."
"Oh." She must have realized my methods. "Sorry." Her eyes fell away from me.
"Sorry don't excuse doing it wrong."
"Billy, I understand you feel you have to do this, but please don't be mean."
"I may have to be mean, when you seem like you're going to break your promise. You need to understand that."
"Ooh, I don't know what to think when you get like this."
"Don't think. Do what I tell you, Mom." I reached out and slapped her face just enough to startle her. "Don't ask questions. Don't say you're sorry. Don't discuss anything. Do. What. I. Say." I raised my hand.
Her head flinched away. "Yes, Billy."
I made her wait. Her posture was that of a little girl on a chair beside the door to the room where she would be spanked.
When I thought she had learned her lesson, I told her, "Now spread your legs and your knees."
"Yes, Billy." Her hands continued to clench the hem bunched at her waist. They shook with a hint of worry. Mom opened her knees and spread her legs. The full beauty of her sex revealed like a succession of curtains parting. Mom's hairy puss waited in plain sight, trembling along with her fists.
Again, my prick lurched in my pants. I swear I could have cum, right then. I honestly think I would have, if I hadn't raped Mrs. Lum scarcely an hour previous.
"Push your bum forward, Mom, until your groin is at the edge of the couch. Keep your legs open."
Her eyes flew wide. "Billy, please tell me you're not going to put your penis in me!" She whined. "I can see how hard it is."
"No, but you have to push your puss to the edge of the cushion." I let her wonder if I meant, no I wasn't going to put my penis in her, or no I wouldn't tell her.
"Nhh, uuh-oh, Billy!" She prevented herself from telling me, "No."
Mom scooted her backside forward, in little steps. Her knees spread even wider, and her full groin cooled in the evening air. Something glistened along the line between her vertical lips.
"Thank you, Momma." I wanted to reward her for responding correctly, obediently. It wouldn't be the last time I reminded her that some part of me would always think of her as my momma.
"I-I'm afraid."
"It's going to be okay." I stepped over her closer foot and stood between her splayed legs. I couldn't prevent my hand from fingering the top button of my shorts.
"OOOW!" She whimpered, loudly. Her torso wobbled on the plush cushion.
"Shhhhh. Daddy might come out and have to watch us."
Mom had gotten wise to my games. She restrained her righteous rebuke.
When I felt she couldn't stand the anticipation, any more, I gave a gentle smile and slowly bent my knees. "You deserve this, Mom. I'm sorry I had to be mean. I know you've been through a lot, tonight, and you still kept your promise. Trust me a little more, please."
"Oh, Billy, what are you-" Her words died when I knelt between her splayed knees and leaned my head to her beautiful puss. I reached out and took her clenched fingers in my hands and held them."
Her hips lurched before my lips touched her sex. The involuntary spasm swiped her moist line across my lips.
"Ooooohhh." Mom moaned. "Thaaat! H-h-h-" She sputtered. "How-"
"Shhh, Mom. If you ask, I may have to remind you."
"N-no, I w-won't. No more- But you don't have to do tha- Uuuggghhh!" Her chest heaved from having merely brushed her vulva to my lips."
"Shhh, Mom!" I said as loud as I dared, but it occurred to me, she might not be able to constrain her cries, when I pleasured her. I looked around, afraid I would bring sadness to Daddy once more. I spied Mom's wide panties laying between her foot and my knee. I picked them up and got to my feet while leaning over her. They were damp with sweat and no doubt other excretions.
She looked at the panties I held out. She wanted to ask, but knew she mustn't.
I steadied myself with one fist punched into the cushion, beside her hip. "I'm sorry, Mom. I have to do this too. I didn't realize." I moved the panties close to her chin.
Her eyes pleaded.
"I want to love you. To give you joy. But I think you need this."
"I'll try to be quiet. Uh, I'll bite my hand."
"I don't want you to hurt yourself, Mom. Now open your mouth."
"Please?"
"Are you asking for them?"
She was not. She was begging to stop me. She grimaced, knowing my answer, before slowly nodding. "I-I was, Billy ... please." She relaxed her jaw and spread her lips. As her mouth opened, I could see her back, pearl teeth, and her wet, pink tongue. The latter receded to make room.
I pushed folds of her panties between Mom's salmon lips. My fingers wadded it into her mouth, until the entire garment filled it. I kissed her cheek. "I'm trying really hard to show how much your promise means to me."
Tears formed in her eyes. She mumbled and tried to smile, but she could barely close her small mouth.
I withdrew downward, until my head reached the level of Mom's crotch, where her groomed hair and wet puss waited. I stopped making my Mom wait and pushed my cheeks between her perfect thighs. My tongue slipped out and tasted her. To her outer labia, seeped the most amazing flavor. It would not have been easy to enjoy, except it was my mom's pussy that seeped it. I lapped at it and pressed my lips to hers.
Mom flinched, slightly wrenching my head and neck. I grasped her hips to try and control them. I felt her hands still clenching the fabric of her gown. I sucked the folds of her vulva into my mouth and pushed my tongue between them. Mother's body bucked! I managed to ride it out, holding her hips.
"MMMRRRRGGGHHH!!!" Mom howled into her gag.
I kept licking and sucking her puss. I stabbed my tongue inside her and slid it down and then up. When I finally found her clitoris, it felt as hard as the cock screaming for release in my pants. Momma's pleasure had to come first. I dragged my tongue across her clit before sucking it into my mouth.
"RRRRRHHHHH!!!!!!" She roared! I worried she was still loud enough to disturb Daddy, but he would have had to barrel in and pry me from Mom's quivering cunt. After giving an intense greeting to her turgid clit, I returned to stabbing my tongue into her puss and sucking on her lips.
By now, Mom's body was a wild thing, writhing and lurching. However it moved and bucked, it could not dislodge me from pleasuring her most sensitive flesh. I returned to massage her clit several times, between running my tongue wide up her slit and then penetrating to her inner hole, the opening to her vagina.
She groaned and shrieked into her gag, no doubt striving to keep her voice down but with little success. Juices now dribbled into my mouth.
After a dozen experiments, always returning to simple kisses, sucking and licking, between ideas, I settled down, attempting to give her the sensations that had always worked for me when I near the end of masturbating. I liked a steady pulse and stroke, starting slow.
Mom continued to writhe but her body began to tense up, constraining its reactions to my persistent licking and sucking. I recognized that her body was in the final throes before her major orgasms erupted. More and more fluid dribbled from her.
I used the full arc of my neck to swipe my tongue up her puss. By then enough of my spittle had mingled with her juice to make it taste more familiar, as if I had begun to own it. I planted my tongue between her vulva and used my neck muscles to drive quick strokes up their slit. When my mouth reached the base of her clitoris, my upper lip slid over it and pressed strong around it, until my downstroke flicked it out of my mouth. I pulsed my tongue as it pressed, rose up, licked and dragged down Mom's sex.
"Mllllyy!! NNNN- MLLLYYY!!!!" Mom's head shook back and forth as her body tried to turn to stone. I kept licked and sucking and rubbing my tongue into her puss, steadily but slowly speeding up as I grew more confident of my technique.
My head darted through her thighs, sucking up every drop of moisture her body sent to lubricate the action on her openings and sensitive places. I would not stop until Momma could take no more.
"GGGGGHHHHHH - UH- UHHHH!!!!!" Suddenly her body convulsed as if she had gone mad. Her hands flew to her mouth, covering it, pressing the gag solidly within. She shrieked and howled! I had to pull away or risk whiplash. Not to waste an opportunity, I stuck a hand into her crotch and pried three fingers into her quaking cunt. They wriggled in, between lurches, until I could safely fuck them in and out of mom while she wailed and thrashed.
I felt her cum hard a second time. She hollered through her hands and dirty panties intended to mute. My head involuntarily swiveled to my parents' bedroom door. It remained shut, Daddy inside.
My other hand moved to my imprisoned dick. It wanted to cum too, but I forced myself to save it for tomorrow. I didn't want to waste any. So I could shoot as much as possible into Ms. Laghari and Steve's mom, should the occasions arise.
My rutting fingers felt mom's third cum. Her body was nearly exhausted from the intensity of her orgasms. It merely flinched and twitched as she moaned and groaned into her gag. Her hands fell to the cushion on either side of her hips. "NNngggghh. Mmmmmnnnnnhhh." Mom's eyes twirled and blinked.
I pulled my hand free of her soaking puss. I didn't even mind sucking them, having gotten use to her powerful flavor. Mother may have cum as much as twice more, while I licked her juice from my fingers and watched her float down from the heights she had soared. Her body shuddered between pauses to catch her breath.
When finally, she landed on the bedclothes her gyrations had scattered, and the glaze in her eyes faded, I told her, "I love you, Mom."
Her hand reached up to her gag, but halted before reaching it. Instead, she opened her jaw as far as she could and lifted her head towards me. Her eyes asked politely.
I smiled and nodded. I reached out and tugged the soaking panties out of her mouth. I handed them to her.
Mom gasped heavily then, not saying anything, but she looked away from my beaming face. "Thank you." She panted. She didn't want me to see her blush.
"You were great, Mom." I sat down beside her. My jaw and neck began to stiffen. I rubbed my neck as best I could. I'm sorry I had to be mean." I reached for her hand and brought it to my lips.
"I need to ask-" She found sufficient breath to speak.
"It's okay, now, Mom. I won't doubt you when we make dinner for Mr. Gorgev." Upon saying the vile man's name, a stone in my heart fell out. I had truly feared how Mom would react to his advances. That fear left me like a tumor flushed from my body.
"It's not okay, Billy." She looked stunned. "It was wonderful. I never realized how it might feel, with you. I couldn't allow myself to even imagine."
"You came a lot, Mom."
Mom turned bright red. Her breathing shallowed. She swallowed. "It's late." She looked around, occasionally blinking. "We'll have to talk about tomorrow, in the morning." With that, Mom struggled up off of the couch and to her feet. Her nightgown fell down her wet thighs, past her shaking knees to end halfway upon her beautiful legs.
I got up to steady her. She flashed a palm at me. "I have to go. Now get some sleep."
I had to remake my bed. I tried to plan my Tuesday, but it was impossible to escape the excitement and pride I felt after giving something wonderful to Mom. My only worry was, how was I going to fall asleep without succumbing to my boner's demand. To my relief, it sorted itself out after going to the bathroom. As I was leaving, I noticed Mom's soggy panties hanging from the inner handle on the door that led to the main room. Had she left them there for me?
Respecting that didn't make the act any less compelling. I had to chide my thoughts for quickly jumping to such an extreme. Doing so, however, alerted my attention to the fact that, after conceding ground to Mom's new direction, I had gone right back to being selfish. So I did what any, horny youngster would do, I rationalized being selfish. I was still driven to test Mom's promise, just not to an extreme. To combat my very selfish, first thought, I told myself that I must not take greater pleasure from Mom, than what she received from my test.
I also needed a clear reason that she would accept, to test her.
Mom looked at her trembling hands when she asked. "Did you want to talk about what you're doing tomorrow?"
"Not yet." I kept thinking. The movement of her hands, nestled in her lap, gave me the idea. Mom had gone through a lot, emotionally, tonight. She needed something to calm her, to reward her for being so open and daring and for making a risky compromise. I needed to convince her, she had done the right thing. Her hands inspired the perfect test. Next I had to find a reason.
"Mom, I'm going to come home after visiting Steve, tomorrow, and I'm going to help you practice making dinner for Mr. Gorgev."
"I'm not sure I need practice, Sweetie. I made the same meal just last week. The Colkicks won't have to spend for extra groceries."
"You do, Mom, because this time I'm going to be there. I want to be part of everything. What if Mr. Gorgev tries to separate us? I want to be so important, he can't have any say."
"You've really thought about this." Mom approved. Her hands calmed in her lap.
"I can't let him win, this time. So I'm going to take strong measures, to make sure nothing goes wrong."
"What else?"
I gulped, trying to sound as rational as possible. "It's you, Mom."
"What about me?"
"You promised tonight, to let me take charge, but what if he's too much for you, and you don't let me?"
"I told you, Billy. I should have resisted more. I'll be much more confident, especially with you there."
"I think so too, but I have to make sure." I played my card.
"I thought you trusted me." She sounded concerned at the direction our conversation was heading.
"Daddy trusts you, probably more than me. But Mr. Gorgev was too strong."
"I've admitted my blame for that, Billy. I even agreed to your punishment." Mother started to sound cross.
"You did, Mom." I backed off. "Daddy, and now I, know not to blame you, and I'm sorry I punished you."
"Then what are you talking about?"
"A test. Just a little test. I won't feel confident about working for Mr. Gorgev if you can't handle a test."
"Of my promise?" Her tone was skeptical. "Billy, you need to go to bed, and your father's waiting for me."
"That sounds like you're breaking your promise." I stood my ground.
"I don't need you to take charge of me, tonight. We need our sleep."
"You promised to let me decide, Mom. You can disagree, but if you don't keep your promise now, how will you keep your promise to resist Mr. Gorgev?"
Mom quieted. Her hands shook again. "It's true." She admitted in a very small voice. "After you kissed me, I worried how you would use my promise. You're scaring me, Billy, but you're telling the truth. I almost broke my promise to you." She pursed her lips and met my eyes. "I won't let you do just anything, anytime. If I ever think you're taking advantage of my promise. I will withdraw it."
"I'll try not to." I said, wondering if I had just lied to her. I told myself that I was doing this test because she needed it. I think now, I was right.
Her voice remained soft. "What do I have to do?"
"I'm going to tell you a little bit at a time. That's part of the test." Also I hadn't yet figured out all the steps. I'd only had one experience, but this time I would be doing it to my Mom.
I stood up from the couch and tried to look serious. It was a serious thing, but my boner was having none of that. Fortunately it didn't stick out into my pants but up. The zipper flap concealed the true state of my penis.
"Take off your slippers, first."
"Um, okay." She bit her lower lip to stop it from trembling. Her bare feet fled easily out of her matching slippers. The hem of her light blue gown swayed as she removed them. It fell to the middle of her calves. Mom frowned. She didn't like not knowning what I would ask next.
"Are you wearing panties, Mom?"
"Is that important?"
"Yes. Everything I say and do is important, until we're done."
"I usually wear a pair." She corrected herself. "Yes, I mean. I am."
"Thank you for telling me." She needed encouraging. "You have to take them off now."
Mom bent forward to stand up, while gripping her gown at the waist.
"No, Mom, you can't get up. You have to sit there and take off your panties."
"That's very embarrassing, Billy. You'll see everything. Is that what you want?"
"You don't have time for questions. You have to do as I say."
A small tremor flitted up her torso. She moaned, "Nngghh... Uh, uh, yes, Billy."
Her reaction surprised me. Had I done something wrong?
Mom reached lower on her gown and pulled the material up from her knees. The hem slid over and revealed her beautiful legs. She pushed her back against the couch and lifted her hips. Her hands continued to pull the gown to her waist, until it fully bunched there. Comfortable, white panties hugging her hips and groin appeared as she reseated herself on the cushion.
The last time I had her disrobe, I'd made her masturbate me until I came on her costume dress. This time, I wanted to give her pleasure. My penis lurched harder at the sight, even though I had told it, it wouldn't get off tonight. It wanted to rub up and down the indent where her vulva spread beneath the cotton panel. I couldn't let it sway me with such potential delights. "Take it off, Mom." I said a little harsh, but I was only angry at my imagination.
She saw me staring at her covered mound. Once more her torso trembled, but instead of a groan, Mom's face got very red. "I-I will, Billy. You picked this test because it wasn't easy." Her fingers fluttered over the waistband, found purchase and slipped around it.
"Uh, yeah, that's why I picked it."
Mom has nice hips, and it took some effort to roll the elastic over them. She gave a little grunt. Dark brown hairs, thick and twisted, popped up from behind the band. Her hands shifted for better leverage. The durable garment slid more easily down her thighs. All of her pubes appeared, a groomed vee pointing at her most intimate place. She stopped when her panties held her legs together just above her knees.
"You have to take them all the way off." I explained.
"I do, Billy?" She breathed a little harder. "Are you going to make me get naked all the way?"
"Shh, Mom. If you ask any more questions, I might have to give you a reminded to keep your promise."
"I'm sorry, Billy. I'll do what you say." She bent farther forward and pushed her panties to her ankles. The she stepped out of them, Her hands returned to her waist and grabbed the hem bunched there.
"You're really pretty, Mom." Although her closed thighs hid her sex from me, the bare skin of them pressed together formed three crevices. The most exciting part lay beneath where they met. My heart beat faster, and my dick pulsed at the sight.
She started to lift her gown. I knew her breasts were naked beneath it. But I couldn't let her anticipate my desires. She had to do what I said and no more. "Stop." I pointed at her hands.
"What's the matter?"
That was another question, but I let it slide. Anyone would have asked that in those circumstances. So I believed.
"I didn't tell you to do that."
"Oh." She must have realized my methods. "Sorry." Her eyes fell away from me.
"Sorry don't excuse doing it wrong."
"Billy, I understand you feel you have to do this, but please don't be mean."
"I may have to be mean, when you seem like you're going to break your promise. You need to understand that."
"Ooh, I don't know what to think when you get like this."
"Don't think. Do what I tell you, Mom." I reached out and slapped her face just enough to startle her. "Don't ask questions. Don't say you're sorry. Don't discuss anything. Do. What. I. Say." I raised my hand.
Her head flinched away. "Yes, Billy."
I made her wait. Her posture was that of a little girl on a chair beside the door to the room where she would be spanked.
When I thought she had learned her lesson, I told her, "Now spread your legs and your knees."
"Yes, Billy." Her hands continued to clench the hem bunched at her waist. They shook with a hint of worry. Mom opened her knees and spread her legs. The full beauty of her sex revealed like a succession of curtains parting. Mom's hairy puss waited in plain sight, trembling along with her fists.
Again, my prick lurched in my pants. I swear I could have cum, right then. I honestly think I would have, if I hadn't raped Mrs. Lum scarcely an hour previous.
"Push your bum forward, Mom, until your groin is at the edge of the couch. Keep your legs open."
Her eyes flew wide. "Billy, please tell me you're not going to put your penis in me!" She whined. "I can see how hard it is."
"No, but you have to push your puss to the edge of the cushion." I let her wonder if I meant, no I wasn't going to put my penis in her, or no I wouldn't tell her.
"Nhh, uuh-oh, Billy!" She prevented herself from telling me, "No."
Mom scooted her backside forward, in little steps. Her knees spread even wider, and her full groin cooled in the evening air. Something glistened along the line between her vertical lips.
"Thank you, Momma." I wanted to reward her for responding correctly, obediently. It wouldn't be the last time I reminded her that some part of me would always think of her as my momma.
"I-I'm afraid."
"It's going to be okay." I stepped over her closer foot and stood between her splayed legs. I couldn't prevent my hand from fingering the top button of my shorts.
"OOOW!" She whimpered, loudly. Her torso wobbled on the plush cushion.
"Shhhhh. Daddy might come out and have to watch us."
Mom had gotten wise to my games. She restrained her righteous rebuke.
When I felt she couldn't stand the anticipation, any more, I gave a gentle smile and slowly bent my knees. "You deserve this, Mom. I'm sorry I had to be mean. I know you've been through a lot, tonight, and you still kept your promise. Trust me a little more, please."
"Oh, Billy, what are you-" Her words died when I knelt between her splayed knees and leaned my head to her beautiful puss. I reached out and took her clenched fingers in my hands and held them."
Her hips lurched before my lips touched her sex. The involuntary spasm swiped her moist line across my lips.
"Ooooohhh." Mom moaned. "Thaaat! H-h-h-" She sputtered. "How-"
"Shhh, Mom. If you ask, I may have to remind you."
"N-no, I w-won't. No more- But you don't have to do tha- Uuuggghhh!" Her chest heaved from having merely brushed her vulva to my lips."
"Shhh, Mom!" I said as loud as I dared, but it occurred to me, she might not be able to constrain her cries, when I pleasured her. I looked around, afraid I would bring sadness to Daddy once more. I spied Mom's wide panties laying between her foot and my knee. I picked them up and got to my feet while leaning over her. They were damp with sweat and no doubt other excretions.
She looked at the panties I held out. She wanted to ask, but knew she mustn't.
I steadied myself with one fist punched into the cushion, beside her hip. "I'm sorry, Mom. I have to do this too. I didn't realize." I moved the panties close to her chin.
Her eyes pleaded.
"I want to love you. To give you joy. But I think you need this."
"I'll try to be quiet. Uh, I'll bite my hand."
"I don't want you to hurt yourself, Mom. Now open your mouth."
"Please?"
"Are you asking for them?"
She was not. She was begging to stop me. She grimaced, knowing my answer, before slowly nodding. "I-I was, Billy ... please." She relaxed her jaw and spread her lips. As her mouth opened, I could see her back, pearl teeth, and her wet, pink tongue. The latter receded to make room.
I pushed folds of her panties between Mom's salmon lips. My fingers wadded it into her mouth, until the entire garment filled it. I kissed her cheek. "I'm trying really hard to show how much your promise means to me."
Tears formed in her eyes. She mumbled and tried to smile, but she could barely close her small mouth.
I withdrew downward, until my head reached the level of Mom's crotch, where her groomed hair and wet puss waited. I stopped making my Mom wait and pushed my cheeks between her perfect thighs. My tongue slipped out and tasted her. To her outer labia, seeped the most amazing flavor. It would not have been easy to enjoy, except it was my mom's pussy that seeped it. I lapped at it and pressed my lips to hers.
Mom flinched, slightly wrenching my head and neck. I grasped her hips to try and control them. I felt her hands still clenching the fabric of her gown. I sucked the folds of her vulva into my mouth and pushed my tongue between them. Mother's body bucked! I managed to ride it out, holding her hips.
"MMMRRRRGGGHHH!!!" Mom howled into her gag.
I kept licking and sucking her puss. I stabbed my tongue inside her and slid it down and then up. When I finally found her clitoris, it felt as hard as the cock screaming for release in my pants. Momma's pleasure had to come first. I dragged my tongue across her clit before sucking it into my mouth.
"RRRRRHHHHH!!!!!!" She roared! I worried she was still loud enough to disturb Daddy, but he would have had to barrel in and pry me from Mom's quivering cunt. After giving an intense greeting to her turgid clit, I returned to stabbing my tongue into her puss and sucking on her lips.
By now, Mom's body was a wild thing, writhing and lurching. However it moved and bucked, it could not dislodge me from pleasuring her most sensitive flesh. I returned to massage her clit several times, between running my tongue wide up her slit and then penetrating to her inner hole, the opening to her vagina.
She groaned and shrieked into her gag, no doubt striving to keep her voice down but with little success. Juices now dribbled into my mouth.
After a dozen experiments, always returning to simple kisses, sucking and licking, between ideas, I settled down, attempting to give her the sensations that had always worked for me when I near the end of masturbating. I liked a steady pulse and stroke, starting slow.
Mom continued to writhe but her body began to tense up, constraining its reactions to my persistent licking and sucking. I recognized that her body was in the final throes before her major orgasms erupted. More and more fluid dribbled from her.
I used the full arc of my neck to swipe my tongue up her puss. By then enough of my spittle had mingled with her juice to make it taste more familiar, as if I had begun to own it. I planted my tongue between her vulva and used my neck muscles to drive quick strokes up their slit. When my mouth reached the base of her clitoris, my upper lip slid over it and pressed strong around it, until my downstroke flicked it out of my mouth. I pulsed my tongue as it pressed, rose up, licked and dragged down Mom's sex.
"Mllllyy!! NNNN- MLLLYYY!!!!" Mom's head shook back and forth as her body tried to turn to stone. I kept licked and sucking and rubbing my tongue into her puss, steadily but slowly speeding up as I grew more confident of my technique.
My head darted through her thighs, sucking up every drop of moisture her body sent to lubricate the action on her openings and sensitive places. I would not stop until Momma could take no more.
"GGGGGHHHHHH - UH- UHHHH!!!!!" Suddenly her body convulsed as if she had gone mad. Her hands flew to her mouth, covering it, pressing the gag solidly within. She shrieked and howled! I had to pull away or risk whiplash. Not to waste an opportunity, I stuck a hand into her crotch and pried three fingers into her quaking cunt. They wriggled in, between lurches, until I could safely fuck them in and out of mom while she wailed and thrashed.
I felt her cum hard a second time. She hollered through her hands and dirty panties intended to mute. My head involuntarily swiveled to my parents' bedroom door. It remained shut, Daddy inside.
My other hand moved to my imprisoned dick. It wanted to cum too, but I forced myself to save it for tomorrow. I didn't want to waste any. So I could shoot as much as possible into Ms. Laghari and Steve's mom, should the occasions arise.
My rutting fingers felt mom's third cum. Her body was nearly exhausted from the intensity of her orgasms. It merely flinched and twitched as she moaned and groaned into her gag. Her hands fell to the cushion on either side of her hips. "NNngggghh. Mmmmmnnnnnhhh." Mom's eyes twirled and blinked.
I pulled my hand free of her soaking puss. I didn't even mind sucking them, having gotten use to her powerful flavor. Mother may have cum as much as twice more, while I licked her juice from my fingers and watched her float down from the heights she had soared. Her body shuddered between pauses to catch her breath.
When finally, she landed on the bedclothes her gyrations had scattered, and the glaze in her eyes faded, I told her, "I love you, Mom."
Her hand reached up to her gag, but halted before reaching it. Instead, she opened her jaw as far as she could and lifted her head towards me. Her eyes asked politely.
I smiled and nodded. I reached out and tugged the soaking panties out of her mouth. I handed them to her.
Mom gasped heavily then, not saying anything, but she looked away from my beaming face. "Thank you." She panted. She didn't want me to see her blush.
"You were great, Mom." I sat down beside her. My jaw and neck began to stiffen. I rubbed my neck as best I could. I'm sorry I had to be mean." I reached for her hand and brought it to my lips.
"I need to ask-" She found sufficient breath to speak.
"It's okay, now, Mom. I won't doubt you when we make dinner for Mr. Gorgev." Upon saying the vile man's name, a stone in my heart fell out. I had truly feared how Mom would react to his advances. That fear left me like a tumor flushed from my body.
"It's not okay, Billy." She looked stunned. "It was wonderful. I never realized how it might feel, with you. I couldn't allow myself to even imagine."
"You came a lot, Mom."
Mom turned bright red. Her breathing shallowed. She swallowed. "It's late." She looked around, occasionally blinking. "We'll have to talk about tomorrow, in the morning." With that, Mom struggled up off of the couch and to her feet. Her nightgown fell down her wet thighs, past her shaking knees to end halfway upon her beautiful legs.
I got up to steady her. She flashed a palm at me. "I have to go. Now get some sleep."
I had to remake my bed. I tried to plan my Tuesday, but it was impossible to escape the excitement and pride I felt after giving something wonderful to Mom. My only worry was, how was I going to fall asleep without succumbing to my boner's demand. To my relief, it sorted itself out after going to the bathroom. As I was leaving, I noticed Mom's soggy panties hanging from the inner handle on the door that led to the main room. Had she left them there for me?
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