Day 5 - Even More Relief With Mom

Mom was preparing a meal when I came into the dining room. I hadn’t kept track of time, but it was somewhere between breakfast and lunch. I sat down, and she didn’t say much, focusing her attention on the kitchen.

“Morning,” I said.

“Hello, how are you feeling Adam?”

No sweetie or honey, I thought.

“Good, I had a great sleep thanks to you, Mommy,” I said and smiled.

“Oh.. well I do it because I love you… Adam.” She said.

“I love you too, Mommy,” I said, holding back my laughter.

Mom had gone flush red when she handed me the plate of the grilled hydroponic tomatoes from our underground vault farm and this tuna salad with some shelf safe crackers.

Mom fed me in relative silence. Her face still flushed and trying not to look at me. She stared every which way and glanced down towards my pants, which had erected a huge tent. Mom glanced at it for a couple of seconds and glanced another way.

“I think I’ll need some more relief or I will go crazy.”

“I thought we would wait till night?” She said still looking away.

“Mom, what’s the problem with doing it in the daytime? It’s not like Dad or the neighbors will just walk in,” I said.

She grimaced when I mentioned Dad and then thought to herself.

“It can’t be helped. You are a growing boy,” she said in resignation.

After our meal, I made my way to the lounge and sat down.

“Wait, I thought we were going to go in your room?” Mom asked.

“It’s closer here. As I said, it’s not like Dad or the neighbors are going to stumble in.”

Mom stared around still self-conscious of doing it in what she thought was the living room. She came over and sat next to me and pulled down my pants. My dick swung open, and she gripped it in her arms.

Again I had taken the serum I concocted to make me last longer. Again I had relieved myself twice in anticipation.

“I suppose you’ll want it like last night,” Mom whispered.

I nodded. She licked her lips and bent over and took me in her mouth, her mouth was flooding with saliva. She was wearing leggings and a shirt I lent her. I could smell her sex radiating from where I sat and concentrated and tried not to cum.

Her wet slobbering noises filled the room as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock and stroked her hands on it.

“Are you close, sweetie? You are hurting my jaw… it’s… big.” She asked looking up at me, her lips covered in my stuff.

“No, not yet.”

She nodded and went back down. I turned on the TV and went to my media server and played step-mom porn videos in a folder I had titled “mom”. Mommy talk was going on, a porn star riding her NOT son, while it played on the big screen in front of us.

My OWN mother’s chest was breathing heavily and rapidly as she kept bobbing on my dick.

“Sweetie, are you close yet? My jaw is really starting to hurt.” She said adjusting her glasses, some of her spit on the frame.

“I need more, I think.”

Mom looked like she was about to pout. She wanted me to ask her, but she was too embarrassed to say it herself.

“Sweetie, is there anything else I can do for you instead?” She looked at me pleadingly.

I wouldn’t give in.

“I don’t know maybe just stroke it. I’m just a bit nervous. I need more stimulation.”

Again a pouty look on her, I could tell she really wanted to pleasure herself or be fucked.

She stroked it for a while longer, her mouth still on the tip of the head going up and down, lubricating it. Her hips were nervously working now, she looked like she had an itch down there and couldn't scratch it.

“Sweetie, I think… I need to sit on it.” Mom said so quietly I couldn’t hear it. “Well, that help?”

I nodded. My head moving up and down like my Mom’s just did on my cock.

She let go of my penis and pulled down her leggings. She kept her white panties on as she approached me. Her white panties had been sopping and became translucent, revealing her cunt and her neat trim of bush hair in a triangle. I braced myself as she stood in front of me and straddled me. She reached under and parted her panties. She lowered herself, and her face looked like she was about to cry.

“Oh god,” Mom said as she put a hand over her mouth trying to muffle her moans of pleasure. “Oh god, Adam please don’t look at me right now.”

Mom moved desperately up and down my shaft. She kept telling me not to look at her face, but I couldn’t take my eyes off. She had tears of joy, and her eyes kept rolling, and her tongue kept moving out of her mouth. She looked possessed.

The first time she came, she wrapped her hands around me and began to quiver and spasm violently into my hips, her arms squeezing onto me for dear life as she panted, “Adam, your dick is so good. You’re making Mommy feel so good. Please, I can’t stop cumming, sweetie.”

I huffed I was feeling close, and she was on her second orgasm. She buried her face into my shoulder, and her cries kept coming. “Please, Adam, don’t stop sweetie.”

I wanted to break off my cast and gripped her butt and pushed her into me but I just kept rocking my hips up and down into her. Finally, was close and spurted my load into her cunt.

I breathed heavily as my cock throbbed in her and let out the last few drops into her pussy, Mom still grinding on top of me.

As Mom finally got off me, she still placed her hands over her face. I was lying back on the sofa, still breathing heavily and sweating profusely.

“We probably should have used a condom…” she said in a quiet voice filled with embarrassment. “Let’s go to the washroom. I will clean you up, sweetheart.”

I nodded and went.