Becoming My Mother's Lover
hand. I let out a loud cry as a huge spurt of cum shot up and came back down splattering all over Mom’s hand and my stomach. My hips started thrusting wildly as Mom continued to pump my cock in her fist. Another huge spurt came out and she moaned, “Oh look at all that!”
    Her voice in my ear caused the next spurt to shoot pretty far as well. I lay there moaning as Mom kept stroking, milking every drop from my cock. I swore I had never cum so hard and Mom was stroking for more. When my spent cock produced nothing more than a couple of drops, Mom stopped moving her hand and after a gentle squeeze let it go. Sitting up, she smiled down at me, and bringing her hand to her face, made show of licking my cum from the top of it.
    “Oh fuck me.” I whispered as I watched her continue to lick my sticky white fluid from her skin.
    No girl had ever done anything like that for me and I could feel my cock twitching despite the fact I had just cum. More of a turn on was when Mom’s eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned, “Oh damn, that’s good.” She looked at me and shrugged,
    “Sorry honey, but I told you I wanted a taste. Next time though, I’ll suck it right out of you.” She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Would you like that next honey? A nice blowjob?”
    “I…Oh my god.” I said and let myself fall back onto the bed.
    “I like that reaction.” Mom smiled, then looking down at my cum splattered stomach said, “You made a mess baby, why don’t you clean up?”
    “Ummm…okay.” I whispered, feeling like I couldn’t move.
    “And don’t worry honey, I’m not looking for anything, tonight was for you. You clean up and come back to bed and we just sleep, okay?”
    “O…okay, “I forced myself to sit up and looked down at her.
    Mom had lied back down on her back and pulled the sheet back up to her waist.
    “Hurry back honey,” she said patting the bed beside her, “It’s a big bed to be all alone in.”
    I stood up gingerly, and could feel the cum dripping down my stomach, Mom looked at it and shaking her head, licked her lips, “Damn, that looks good.”
    “I… we’re just going to sleep now right?” I asked, unsure of whether or not I would be able to do anything to her.
    “That’s what I said,” she nodded, then stretched, pushing her small tits out and causing the shirt to rise and show off her flat tanned stomach. “But don’t feel bad,” she smiled, “It’s my turn tomorrow.”
     
     

Chapter Six
    I woke up with start and felt myself falling. I threw my hand out and managed to get my palm down on the floor before my face struck it. My chest thumped hard on the hard wood of the deck and I grunted in pain as the wind was knocked out of me. I stayed there gasping like an idiot for a couple of minutes, then sat up and leaned against the lawn chair I had slept on part of last night and this morning.
    After I had cleaned myself up, I had returned to bed to find Mom lying on her side. Facing away from me, I’d slid in next to her and put my arm around her waist. Mom cooed happily and slid all the way up against me so that she was nestled into me, her head on the pillow just under mine. I felt awkward holding her like this, but after what she had done for me would have felt like an ass if I didn’t curl up with her. Mom fell asleep for real this time and as I lay there feeling her stomach rise and fall beneath my hand, I felt that wave of affection again.
    Unfortunately that was followed by the thought that I had just allowed my mother to jerk me off. No, I tried to tell myself, Cynthia had done that. At that, I had rolled my eyes. I was starting to buy into this sick scenario.
    Cynthia and Mom were the same person, but as Cynthia, she had a way of making me forget she was mom. Mom shifted in her sleep and I became aware of the fact my hand was just below her tits and I could feel them pressing into my arm. I also noticed my cock was pushing into her ass, her very firm ass. The

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