Mom, Me and Our Adventures with Spunk: part 3

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The deep blue Summer sky stretched to the far horizon without a cloud in sight as we made our way along the boardwalk enjoying the soft swoosh of each gentle wave as it broke upon the shoreline. It was Sunday morning. The day after the day before. Mom had her arm through mine as she lifted her face to the Sun, closed her eyes, and let the sea breeze blow away the cares of the day.Yesterday had been quite the day by the time it had ended.  I glanced down at my Mother wondering what she was thinking as we walked over to a bench and sat down with the most perfect view imaginable in front of us. There is nothing like an ocean and the wide blue yonder to make you understand your place in the grand scheme of things.”Beautiful,” said Mom, smiling, “I could spend all day here like this.”Stretching out my legs, I crossed them at the ankles and tried to bring myself back to the here and now. Which was difficult when so many other things were on my mind as each time I closed my eyes the memory of my Mother kneeling at my feet with my ever-ready boner in her small hands flashed before me.At least three times had turned out to be actually three times by the end of the day and my well-pumped penis had been given an expert workout as we became more comfortable with the decisions we had made. The most important one being that my Mother would take care of business.I turned to her as people walked by as we both stared out across the sea. “What are you thinking?” I asked her as she smoothed down the front of her red cardigan which covered her smart yellow blouse.”That things can change in the blink of an eye,” she replied still looking away from me, “And that those things you think are important really aren’t and that life has a way of surprising you when you least expect it,” Mom turned back to me, “And that sometimes the unexpected solution is the right solution.””Does it bother you what you did?” Maybe in the cold light of another day she was having second thoughts.A small quizzical smile crossed her face. “Does it bother you that I did what I did?”We sat in silence for a moment before I shook my head. It did. Sort of. But I wasn’t going to tell her that.”No, Mom,” I told her, “What happened happened and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. It just took me by surprise that’s all.”Mom searched my face. “Do you think we should stop?”Of course we should stop. “No,” I said truthfully, “No I don’t. So long as you’re fine with it that’s all that matters.”Reaching into my lap, she took my hand in hers. “No one must ever know, Henry,” she said firmly, “This is between us. You and me. And you must promise me it will only go as far as masturbating you. Do you understand?”Well, there it is. Her limits. A selfish wave of disappointment washed over me as my heart dropped to my boots. Then again, what had I expected? Real honest to God sex with my own Mother? Don’t be stupid, dude. She had already gone far beyond any common sense of duty and you knew it. In two weeks this will all be nothing more bayan escort beylikdüzü than a memory.She got to her feet and did a little playful pirouette in front of me before reaching out her right hand for me to take. “Come on, Buster,” she laughed, “I’ll buy you an ice cream on the way home.”Arm in arm, we walked back towards home. Mom was right. About life. It does have a way of surprising you in ways you least expect.As we were both about to find out.***The weekend faded away into a jizz spurting memory as the working and College week began with us settling into a set routine as our adventures to extract my spunk continued.That routine was as follows: Wake up earlier so that Mom can sort me out before breakfast. Next session was straight after Mom came home from work and I’m back from College raring to go. Then we’d have dinner at six which left us about four to five hours of an evening where we would see how things went depending on how I was feeling. Like I said, the routine is as routine does. Everything was running like clockwork until it suddenly decided it wasn’t. That was when everything sort of went a little bit insane.***It was now early Thursday morning of the first week.As usual, I was in the shower giving myself a good scrub before I got ready for College and Mom was running around downstairs cursing to herself that she was going to be late for work as she had an important appointment with a client and there would be hell to pay if she missed it. “HENRY?!” I heard her shout from the kitchen, “You get yourself downstairs right now if you want me to sort you out!” she ordered and even through the sound of the warm spray I could tell she was seriously pissed, “RIGHT THIS MINUTE DO YOU HEAR ME?!”Loud and clear, Mom. So could the whole God damned neighborhood. I stuck my head around the glass partition. “I’M IN THE SHOWER, MOM!!”There was a long pause then a strangled shriek before THUMP THUMP THUMP as I heard Mom stomping up the stairs.Uh oh.The bathroom door flew open and Mom came in breathing fire and brimstone. I stood there holding the loofah in front of me just in case I needed to defend myself. Wow, did she sound mad!Mom slid open the shower door and stood there with her hands on hips with a face like thunder. Instinctively, I put my hands down over my crotch which, considering I was still holding the loofah, made it look like I had a twelve-inch sponge cock pointing in her general direction as the water cascaded down over me. Smart move, dude. Wait a second. I blinked with surprise as I looked at my Mother. Whoa, she looked seriously hot standing there in her bright yellow blouse, charcoal pleated pencil knee-length skirt, black stockings, and heels.I gave her a little wave with the sponge penis. “Hi,” I croaked as I tried to look cool, calm, and collected standing there stark bollock naked in front of my own Mother.But Mom wasn’t about to take any of my crap. “Out!” she ordered as she pointed to the spot next to her. escort bayan beylikdüzü Okay. Okay. I get the message. As I stepped past her, I noticed she glanced down at my rapidly expanding dick. She grabbed a towel from the handrail and put it on the floor between us as I stood there shivering and looking like a drowned rat.”But Mom,” I whined, “I’m soaking wet!” It was then I saw she had the measuring beaker in her left hand which she placed next to her on the floor.”Enough, Henry Peterson,” she scolded, “You know the rule. Stick to the plan as we had agreed. One in the morning. One in the afternoon. As many as you can manage for the rest of the evening.””But Moooooooooooom!””Shush!” she said firmly, “Do as you’re told, young man,” She hitched her skirt up slightly and knelt awkwardly on the towel in front of her, “Come on, chop chop. I haven’t got all day,” she urged impatiently as I thrust my hips forward giving my boner a quick yank back and forth.Mom gave a little yelp of alarm “Oh, now look what you’ve done. You’re splashing water all over my clean blouse!”Exasperated, she got to her feet and reached up to her chest. Hang on, what was she going to do? Mom gave me an annoyed glance before she began to impatiently undo each button of her yellow blouse and quickly removed it to leave her standing there in a flowery pink brassiere that just about kept her surprisingly full breasts in place.Stunned, I let out a loud gasp as I gawped at her heaving bosom realizing that Mom had some serious puppies on her and then some. Talk about jaw on the floor. They looked frigging awesome with what looked like sizeable nipples pushing against the material of her bra.Mom saw me staring at her partially hidden bust. “What?” she exclaimed as she got back down on her knees in front of me, “It’s not like you haven’t seen them before. I used to breastfeed you for heaven’s sake.”Was she kidding? That was ages ago. “Mom, I used to doodle with my poop the last time I saw them.”She sighed and sat back on her haunches. “Well, yes,” she replied tartly as she hooked each thumb under her bra straps and lifted the garment up making her awesome tits jiggle and wobble erotically in front of me, “Point taken. But it’s not like they’ve suddenly popped up out of nowhere.”No shit.”Oh, good grief,” she sighed, “Look at the time. This one is going to have to be a quickie, alright sweetie?” She pointed at her watch with me still hanging there twitching slightly in no man’s land.Swatting my own away, Mom wrapped her hand around me and began to tug my boat as she really began to jerk me off harder.”Seriously, Henry,” muttered Mom as she shuffled forward on her knees, “Just hurry up and shoot will you. I don’t have all day.”What was she on about? Spurting the juice isn’t like ordering a pizza, Lady. Still, she really was in a rush I guess so I stared down at her wobbling tits and imagined what it would be like to stick my dick between them and get off that way. Man, those kayaşehir escort titties sure did look good enough to suck even if they did belong to my Mom. Downstairs, I could feel the added visual thrill starting to work big time. It may have been a quickie but it sure as hell was going to be a big load.Mom was by now seriously priming the pump. Her slim right hand was pulling my weiner this way and that as she tried to draw the spunk from my heavy balls. Yeah, Mom. Keep doing that because that was working gangbusters where it counted. Any second now..”Uhhhhh,” I groaned as I closed my eyes at the wonderful tingles flooding through my swaying body, “Mom, gonna…””Good boy,” she nodded as she reached for the beaker on the floor next to her. But just as she was about to grab it, she sneezed.And sneezed again. The reflex causing her left hand to knock the beaker across the bathroom floor before it rolled to a stop out of arm’s reach. Everything suddenly seemed to move in slow motion as we both stared at it as I felt my spunk slithering relentlessly up my shaft.UH OH. NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOO.”Henry?” said Mom when she realized what was about to happen. She still had me in a firm grip and no doubt could feel the pulse of my thick ejaculate as it passed through her hand on its journey to freedom. There was no stopping this train and her eyes widened in panic as I waved my arms around like an idiot as my climax hit.In a flash, Mom slid her hand down to the root of my shaft drawing my foreskin back so that the tender swollen purple dome appeared and, with an audible gasp of disbelief, she bent quickly forward over my crotch and stuffed the head of my cock into her mouth with a muffled “UMMMMFFFHHH!”Everything stopped.Time lost all meaning. As my Mother slipped her warm mouth further over my shooting cock, I swear I could hear bells ringing and Angels singing. Holy fucking shitballs with mustard on. It seriously felt like I had stuck the business end of my knob into the mains and 1.21 gigawatts of electricity had shot straight up my flux capacitor and fried my brain as I stood there on tippy-toe gawping at the woman who had over half my sex stuffed in her mouth.MOM!I couldn’t say anything if I wanted to. Speechless doesn’t even begin to come close to how I was feeling. This was just, I mean, stupidly awesome sauce.”Umphhhh!” squealed Mom as the first gushing rush of sperm immediately filled her mouth with my sticky goo. She was nearly cross-eyed as she stared along the length of my cock before she finally looked up at me. She seemed more shocked than I was at what she had done as she eased slightly back and took the first of several hard swallows.Each spurt of my spewing member was met with a muffled squeal as she reached around and brazenly grabbed my bare ass cheeks to keep us both still. I was totally gone. Away with the fucking fairies and all that. All I knew and cared about were the fantastic sensations flooding out around my crotch and smothered cock which felt totally mindblowing. Holy shitballs. This was better than anything I could have ever imagined in all my many masturbatory dreams. My creamy spend continued to spurt from me as Mom drained and sucked me dry like a trooper. Every single part of me felt vital and alive. From head to toe, I was skipping through the happy valley.

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