Chapitre 32: 10 The Game Changer
Can I jerk off on you?
That was such a stupid thing to ask my mother.
I sat on the couch, my mind empty and my cock raging hard, but I didn't bother touching it. I wanted to grab ahold of that big fucker. God damn it, I wanted to. A good jerk was something I could use right now. Why did we ever start this? Why did I let it get this far? Jenna's dad wasn't going to do anything to me. This was a big waste of time, and even worse--much worse--this had made things strange around my mother. What the fuck had she been thinking?
So much for pushing her, you pussy, my cock said to me, the accusation in his voice throwing shame at me from all directions. You fucking Momma's boy!
My phone buzzed with an incoming text. I grabbed it--it was from my mother--and it read, Bring me a glass of wine.
My heart sped up, and a hollow boom echoed within my chest. I tingled all over. What did this mean? Was Mom going to end it? Or was Mom going to--
Get the wine, my cock shouted at me, and that's what I did, striding to the kitchen with long steps as my cock bobbed up and down and side-to-side. I grabbed her glass, made sure it was full, and jogged upstairs, aware of how hard and stiff my cock felt. How long it felt. How thick it felt. I was proud of my size, but at that moment, I didn't have a cock between my legs; I had a redwood that I was about to turn into a battering ram.
No. I slowed down as I reached Mom's bedroom door. Not a battering ram. What an asshole I could be--driving my mother to her room. I didn't know what was going to happen in my parents' bedroom, but I had pushed my mother as far as I was willing to, no matter what. (So I had thought at the time.) What had I been thinking? She was my mother.
My knuckles rapped against the door, the touch was soft, and the disruption of noise was barely noticeable. It didn't come open. Mom had shut it all the way, and when I tried the knob, I found it locked. I knocked again, harder than before, but not too hard--hard enough to make the door rattle a little. I wanted to knock harder, but my balled fingers hovered in front of the door, unable to move forward.
I was about to knock again when the door opened. First a crack, and then enough to reveal my mother in all her tank top and small panty-wearing glory. My cock, still hard, suffered an involuntary jerk that drew Mom's glassy eyes. I had the wine in my right hand, a chardonnay from an open bottle in the fridge. Mom raised her eyes, extended one swan-like arm, and plucked the glass from my hand, our fingers touching against the stem.
"All right," she said. "But, you can't go to Jenna after this." She paused. "For a week."
"All right, what?" I asked, my mouth going dry. The question was an honest one. All right, what? She couldn't be saying what I thought she was saying, not after walking away from me. All right, what? I only wanted to know.
"All right," Mom said, her eyes tightening, but her voice came out meek and resigned. "You can jerk off on me." Mom's eyes glanced downward again. "On my butt, over my panties."
Oh, those fucking words.
My cock jerked again, and this time the spasm registered on my face. Mom looked at me one more time--her little boy--and what I saw in her eyes told me that she didn't see her little boy anymore. I don't know what she saw, but it wasn't the child she had raised.
She turned around and walked deeper into the room. I watched her taut, pear-shaped ass roll with her strides. When she reached the bed, her right knee slid onto the mattress, parting her cheeks, followed by her left knee and her left right hand. Mom crawled across her bed, prowling, her knees sliding forward, and her white-clad pussy bulge rolling between her thighs. She held her wine held in her left hand, placing the glass on the nightstand next to her white bed, then she lay down and pulled her hair over her right shoulder and waited, on the bed, with her legs slightly parted and the line of her panties creating a beacon of brightness between her thighs.
Holy fuck.
I swallowed my gathering saliva as I walked across the threshold to my parents' bedroom. A tingle ran through my skin. This was my mother's room. My father's room. This is where my father slid his cock into my mother on a nightly basis. He'd go into her mouth or between her fingers, or up into the little hole between her legs and maybe the smaller one between her buns--no, my mother had to be an anal virgin. I was sure of it in the same way that a kid is sure that his mother is as pure as the Holy Spirit and always would be.
Until she lets her son jerk off on her butt.
I walked to her bed, my cock bobbing as it pushed against my shorts, creating a strain in the tip that ran down my shaft into its base. My prick had never been this hard before. I stopped at the edge of Mom's bed, breathing hard as my heartbeat rose and my skin tingled. There was a choice to be made here, and I made it, first pushing my basketball shorts down my legs and over my feet, and then, after a quick pause as my hairs stood on end, I pushed my boxer briefs down my thighs.
Oh, god, that felt good.
The heat of my cock met the coolness of my mother's sunlit room, soothing the numbing ache that had swollen my meat to monstrous proportions. I knew that I was big, but right now, I looked downright dangerous with this dick jutting out from below my waist and... my shirt. My shirt. I was standing only in my shirt, like some rapey-perv who was afraid to get naked. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor as a shiver ran through me. I looked back down at my cock, and then at my mother, where she had buried her face in a white, satin-covered pillow.
Look at me, I thought, but Mom didn't move.
I climbed onto the bed, the mattress sinking beneath my weight and stalling my movements. After a quick pause to see what my mother would do--I don't know why I paused to see what she would do--I shuffled forward on my knees. When I reached her feet, I had a choice to make: Should I straddle my mother's thighs, or should I crawl between her legs? I thought for a second before I pushed my knees between her feet, forcing her to spread her legs open.
Mom's skin burned to the touch. My sack tightened with an airy lightness, though my balls felt the ache. I shuffled forward, keeping my knees pressed to my mother's skin, and she spread her legs wider and wider as I moved forward. As she opened her legs, her thighs parted, and that little hammock of white cupping the smooth tenderness of her cunny narrowed, allowing the swells of her outer lips to bulge outward. I needed to lick her. My eyes focused on the hollow dip that separated her inner thighs from her outer labia, and a sigh left my throat, which turned into a low moan when I saw the line of dampness darkening my mother's narrow slit.
The dampness was darker than before.
Holy shit.
I continued upward. My knees brushed Mom's knees, and then her thighs. She had to bend her left knee, pulling it up the bed, which tilted her hips upward and to the right, along with her upper body. Her head turned to the left, but she pulled the pillow with her, keeping the side of her face buried in it. I couldn't spread my mother's legs much more than they were, unless....
I nudged my mother's right thigh with my knee. She tried to move it to the side. I lowered my right hand, fingers pointing down, and I cupped her thigh near her pussy, giving it a push. Mom inhaled a shaky breath as the heat between her legs washed over my hand. I applied pressure to her leg, then squeezed her hot flesh, saying, "Come on, Mom, up you go."
Mom bent her right knee as her breathing grew harsher. She brought her leg up, which forced her ass up, and evened out her hips. She faced forward, pulling the pillow with her as she knelt in front of me in a low, frog-like squat that parted her ass cheeks and opened her muff to my eyes.
I uttered a sound somewhere between a moan and a groan.
Mom whimpered at my hungry sound.
What thoughts were running through her head? What did she think I was going to do to her?
My prick pointed straight ahead as I shuffled forward and pressed my knees beneath the small gap of space under my mother's thighs. I lowered my ass to my heels as Mom settled the weight of her thighs against mine. My cock, as hard as a steel pipe, hovered above her ass so close that the warmth of her body dampened my incest-craving dipstick.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I stared at the panty string running through my mother's crack, and in her low-frog-squat, I could see the golden spokes of her asshole in ultra-high definition. How small did her butthole have to be to remain hidden by that string? That string widened at her perineum, thicker nylon bracketing silk, but the damp flesh to the right and left of its center still lay exposed--so fucking sexy. Mom's pussy, with her legs spread and her body stretched forward as it was, pressed hard against her transparent panties, the lacy flower pattern covering and hiding the wet gap between her inner lips.
My cock swelled, or seemed to, rising upward and filling with a thickness that made me afraid for my knob. Was it about to burst? I stretched my left arm forward and took my mother by her hip. She shuddered as I squeezed her flesh hard, laying claim to what should have been my father's property. I lifted my right hand to my mouth, the palm facing upward, and I spit into my palm. Half a second later, I had my slippery fingers around my shaft, and a half-second after that, I was pumping my dick flesh hard enough to make my balls swing back and forth.
I squeezed my cock harder, fucking my fist while jerking my hand up and down my shaft. My balls slapped against my thighs; the lewdness of the smacking sounds sent tingles through the tip of my dick. I gripped my mother's hip harder, pressing my fingers into her, and as I rocked my body forward, fucking my fist, my thighs rocked into her thighs, which pushed her body forward. I had to pull her back against me, creating a pseudo fucking that soon had her panting.
"Huh-huh-huh," Mom uttered as her body moved back and forth.
"Fuck," I gasped and paused my stroking. I looked down, opened my mouth, and dropped some more spit onto my cock. Some caromed off my shaft and landed on my mother's ass. Moaning, I resumed jerking my dick above my mother's butt.
The line of her thong gleamed beneath my cock. If only I could take my knob and slide it through her crack. If only I could spank her small ass. If only I could.... I slid my hand from her hip around her thigh and onto her ass, palming the tender meat of her backside with my fingers pointing down. Mom, still taking the slapping of my thighs into hers, pushed back against me whenever I humped her little body forward. She was working hard to keep her head from hitting the headboard. My cock hand blurred, my fingers concentrating on my knob as pleasure shot through my shaft and buzzed around my balls.
"Oh, fuck, Mom," I moaned. "I'm close, Mom. I'm so fucking close."
Mom kept her face buried in her pillow, the slapping of our thighs growing in tempo and pitch. I squeezed her ass once more before I started sliding my fingers downward. Mom shook her head. Did she know what I had planned? Precum shot from my cock, landing on her right cheek, and I angled my hand down between her legs, cupping the crux of her left thigh--that hollow dip right next to her outer labia, my pinky edging her soft meat.
Mom moaned into her pillow, her butt shooting forward. I stood on my knees, still stroking, still holding her between her legs, refusing to let go, but I was still off to the side of her pussy. I wanted to touch that tender piece of pie between her legs. I wanted to hold her cunny in my palm and slide my fingers through her pudding-soft folds, spreading her lips open and touching the stickiness dripping out of her. But I couldn't do that. I could touch her where I was, outside of her panties, where her damp skin filled my hand, and my pinky lay against the tenderness of her labia, the heat between her legs sending electric pulses through my body.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I panted, my orgasm closing in as the tip of my glans tingled with bliss. "I'm gonna come, Mom. Fuck, I'm gonna come on your ass, Mom." I stroked my shaft harder. "Gonna come on my mother's ass!" I tightened my grip around my pole while spreading my fingers and gripping my mother's thigh hard. My pinky swept outward, over her outer labia, brushing the nylon border of her panties. "Oh, fuck, Mom, I'm gonna come."
Tremors of pleasure shook my thighs, buzzing my groin and weakening my legs. My balls tightened and swelled. My shaft expanded, and a lightning rod of ecstasy electrified my glans, ringing my corona and traveling down my shaft into my sack. "I'm coming, Mom. I'm coming on you!"
My balls erupted, spewing a thick river of jizzy goo that swelled my urethra before shooting out of my cock and landing on my mother's buns. I looked down, aiming my cockhead between her cheeks and dumping load after load of hot, sticky cream into her crack. My cum splashed against her asshole, blending with her G-string, and I lowered my knob, spurting cum onto her perineum and flinging the last rope of jizz onto the cotton covering the softness of her pussy, never slowing my cock stroking.
"Mom, Mom, Mom," I whispered, my voice shaking as much as my body.
Aftershocks of pleasure rolled through my balls and slithered out of my piss slit, causing me to tremble. I squeezed Mom between her legs again, brushing the edge of her panties again and then again, the tip of my pinky pushing her skin inward as I tried to get under her nylon leg band. Her hand appeared between her legs from below, and she pushed my hand away with a frantic slap, then she cupped her cunny and protected it from me with a tight squeeze of her fingers. She trembled. I didn't fight her. Instead, I circled the base of my cock, pushing outward, and forcing the last of my cum onto the backs of her fingers.
Mom lowered her legs, and I shuffled backward off her bed. She turned her head to the left, breathing hard and keeping her eyes closed. The hand with my cum on it remained between her legs, her pussy resting on her wrist.
"Get out," Mom panted.
"Okay."
I turned to leave, and she said in a tired voice, "One week, Mark. You have to stay away from Jenna for one week."
"Jenna is willing to do this for me every day," I said. There were no limits now. "Every day, Mom."
"Get out!"
"I'll see you tonight."
I gathered my clothes and went to my room. Jenna would be expecting my call once she got out of school, and we had things to discuss. I wasn't about to break up with my girlfriend or stop seeing her, but dropping my load on my mother's ass had given me an idea. If a mother could convince her son to stay away from his girlfriend, what could a daughter do to convince her father to let her see her boyfriend?
Maybe I could have my mother and Jenna too.
Maybe.
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