Chapitre 115: Mom’s worry 13
I continued to suck on Mom's tits while finger-fucking her twat, going as deep as I could while gathering her juices with my free hand and spreading her honey across her perky tits. When Mom's whimpers turned high and whiny, shooting out of her mouth at a rapid-fire pace, I thumbed her clit, finding her pretty little jewel on the first try and swishing her pearl with side-to-side motions. Mom lost it, digging her fingers into my shoulders as her cunny muscles tightened around my digits, and she came, covering my fingers in a wash of hot, wet, creamy cum.
"Mom," I whispered, petting her pussy lips from her clit to the bottom of her slit. "After I make Jenna come, she always makes me come." I pressed my thumb against her pleasure-nub and turned it in a shallow circle, making her shiver. "If you want to keep Jenna from making me come today, then you're going to have to take her place."
Mom dropped her forehead to my right shoulder.
"No choice," I whispered.
Mom opened her mouth, sliding her teeth over my skin, and then she bit my shoulder.
I trembled.
"Stand up," Mom whispered against my body. "Since you're giving me no choice."
I stood, pushing myself up with my right foot. As I rose, Mom's fingers dug into my flesh, my upward momentum dragging my chest and abdominals against her touch. She wasn't gentle. The sensation of her nails bending my nipples tightened my balls, and I released a moan that made Mom curl her fingers harder into me. After I stood, Mom pressed her forehead against my stomach as she pushed her fingers into the waistband hugging the cut of my hips, and pulled my shorts down my thighs.
My cock, so hot and hard, tingled as the coolness of my mother's office touched its skin. My trimmed pubic hairs stood on end, and as my waistband slid down the length of my shaft, Mom uttered a hungry, mmm sound from deep within her throat. My shorts cleared my knob and fell to the floor without further aid. She placed her hands on my hips and held me tight.
"I knew you'd be big," Mom whispered, her breath falling around the base of my shaft. "You're a big boy, Mark. My big son." She sounded proud. "Are you really going to make your mother swallow this whole thing--"
I moaned.
"--because that's what Jenna does for you?"
Jenna had yet to suck me off. She had jerked me off. She had let me rub my cock on her yoga pants and the tip against her squishy muff until I came. She had dry humped me until I had filled my shorts with cum, but Jenna had yet to take my cock into her mouth. She had wanted to do that on the same night I took her virginity. So what I said to my mother was....
"Yeah, that's what she does for me."
A slight, amused hum washed over the base of my cock. I still couldn't figure out how my mother knew when I was lying, but she did.
"She's a bad girl for an eighteen-year-old," Mom whispered, her head lowering and her breath getting hotter across my skin. "I didn't suck your father's cock until I was eighteen... and a half."
She sounded apologetic.
"I was young once, baby." Mom slid her right hand down my thigh and around my knee. I shivered. "But your father and I were better than you at not getting caught." Her fingers brushed my knee cap, and she turned her palm inward, raising her hand and sliding the backs of her fingers up my inner thigh. Goosebumps and a chill raced across the surface of my skin. "But we still could have gotten into trouble. We know that now." Mom turned her hand again, and my balls constricted. "That's why I have to do this for you, isn't it?" She cupped my balls. "So, you don't get into trouble."
"Mom," I moaned in a trembling voice, nearly coming as my mother rolled my nuts in her hand, then stretched my taut sack before rolling my nuts again. My glans came to life as pleasure warmed my nerve endings. I was going to come--and so fucking soon.
"Your cock really is virgin, isn't it?" Mom asked, her next breath traveling the length of my shaft and glossing over my knob. "Does Jenna at least jerk this monster off, baby?"
"Yes," I gasped, telling the truth. "She jerks me off."
"But she's never done this--umm."
Mom closed her lips around my knob, resting the underside of my glans on her wet tongue. Warm, slippery saliva bathed my cockhead, causing my prick to flex and throb. My balls spewed out a hot rope of precum that Mom gulped down with a loud mmm-mmm-mmm sound followed by a wet slurping sound as she pulled more of my meat into her mouth.
"Mom, Mom, Mom," I moaned, placing my hands on her shoulders.
"Umm, umm, umm," Mom moaned around my cock, gulping me down with relish as I slid my prick into her ethereal beauty.
Mom pulled gently on my sack again, stretching the tight flesh until I gasped. My asshole puckered shut as pleasure danced across my skin in sizzling bubbles of unseen bliss. I curled my toes into the carpet, and as Mom pulled her mouth up my cock, I slid my hands into her long, sunny-blonde hair. Her lips moved back down, wetting my shaft with more of her saliva, lubing up my fuck stick. She made that slurping sound again--a sound so nasty and naughty that a small bolt of real cum escaped my balls.
"Mmm," Mom moaned, taking my shaft into her mouth past the halfway point. She gagged when my knob hit the back of her throat, but as she did, she clamped her lips down around my thickness, sputtering spit from the sides of her lips as she palmed my balls. Her other hand dug into my hip, slipped back and downward, and grabbed my muscular ass. With her fingers in my crack and one tip against my asshole, she pulled me to her, taking more of my dick down her throat. Mom gagged again, the sound so violent that I lost control, coming hard in her mouth.
"Mmm," Mom moaned.
My orgasm started in my thighs, with an airy tingling along my skin. The pleasure continued from my thighs to my balls, raising the trimmed hairs on my mound as my cock tensed, then swelled, then filled with cum. A light sheen of sweat beaded my skin as my blood turned hot--so hot that I felt the individual beads of sweat emerging from my pores. This was so much better than a fucking handjob!
"I'm coming!" I groaned as an ecstasy-filled earthquake rocked my body.
Mom slid her mouth up my shaft, clamping her lips below my corona, and she sucked my cock down. Her right hand continued playing with my balls while she grabbed my shaft with her left hand and jerked me off with fast strokes, creating slippery-wet music with the saliva coating my pole.
"Mom, Mom, fuck, Mom!" I moaned, clenching my fingers in her hair hard enough to make Mom tighten her neck. "Yeah, oh yeah, yeah!"
"Umm, umm, umm," Mom gulped, swallowing every thick spurt of jizz that I had to give her. When my balls had emptied, Mom clamped her grip around the base of my shaft and pulled upward, driving every last drop of cum from my cock into her jizz-filled mouth.
"Thank you, Mom," I panted. "Thank you so fucking much."
Mom uttered a quiet laugh around my mushroom tip before she pulled her lips from my crown and said, "Only because you're making me do it."
"Yeah," I said, still breathing hard, "you have no choice."
"Get going," Mom said. "I have deadlines to meet."
I stepped out of my shorts and picked them up. At Mom's door, I said, "Mom, whenever Jenna and I know we're alone, she walks around naked."
Mom looked at me, the hint of a smile on her lips.
"Or," I said in a rush, "she wears a small shirt that doesn't reach below her waist."
"Okay," Mom said, turning to her monitor. "When we're alone. Since I have to."
"You do," I said, then cleared my throat. "Mom?"
"Yeah?"
"You can delete the pictures on my tablet," I said. "We made a deal."
Mom smiled at me, and I smiled back, but then I turned around before my smile crumbled. I had those same pictures of Jenna on my phone and computer, but was that part of the deal?
I left Mom's office, refusing to answer that question.
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