Getting it Done

Peter's eyes were locked onto his mother's, but that didn't mean he couldn't see what she was doing through his peripheral vision. He watched as she spat into her hand for lubrication. He watched as she gently wrapped her fingers around his penis. Peter watched as his mother slowly began to jerk him off.

"Sweetie," his mother said, just louder than a whisper to his ears, "pay attention! You haven't even gotten my panties over your penis yet! What if you cum?"

Snapping out of his daze, Peter momentarily looked away from his mother's eyes and focused on the pair of panties in his hand. By now his penis was throbbingly ererct. His mother was doing a great job, so it wouldn't be long before he came. Heeding her advice, Peter held the panties over the end of cock.

"That's my good boy," he heard her coo, "I'm proud of you, honey."

Peter looked down and again stared into his mother's brown eyes. He'd never noticed the slight imperfections in her iris, a few black spots here and there. Small pools of darkness he would easily drown in if he stared too long. Her lips curled into a smile as she performed her task, speeding up as if she could sense what would make Peter even more aroused.

Not that Peter would be able to tell her what would make him more aroused. Peter had never had a handjob before, and receiving one from his own mother would never have been the way he would imagine it. Whatever she did, he was experiencing for the first time, and he had only his own hand to compare it to. He preferred hers. It was soft, it was warm. It also came with that face and those eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes.

Of course, Peter's mother wasn't all eyes. She had long, wavy, honey brown hair. Her lips were pink and inviting. When she smiled she lit up the room. Peter always admired the way his mother was accepted so easily in social situations. Her good looks and her charm made everyone feel welcome, at home.

Oh, and she had a killer bod.

She wasn't a big woman, far from it. His mother was no more than five foot six. Her waist was small, her ass was round, but her tits. Even before he ended up with his mother kneeling between his legs giving him a handjob, Peter had admired her tits. His friends always talked about them, pointing them out whenever she left the room.

"Those jugs, man!" they'd blurt quietly so she wouldn't hear, "How do you even live with those jugs so close to you?!"

Peter would shrug it off, but he knew that if a young man grows us to be with someone who looks like their mother, she was setting an impossible standard.

"Are you close, honey?"

"Um, kinda? Not really?" Peter wasn't sure how to judge when he was going to blow.

"Oh sweetheart," Peter watched her bottom lip stick out, "We've got to get this thing done. Let me see... your father, God rest his soul, used to love it if I talked dirty. Would you like that?"

"Dirty?"

"Ooooh baby," she moaned, "You're making me so wet right now."

"Wet?!"

"I'm dripping," she continued, "your cock is so big it's making me crazy. I've never been so horny in my life. I'm glad I finally have a man in the house to make me feel like a woman should."

"Like a woman?"

"Ooooh yeah," another moan, "I want you to cum for me, lover. Cum all over my panties, my dirty, sweaty panties. I've been thinking about your cum all day, it's all I want. Give it to me lover. Give it to me hard."

That was all Peter could take. He broke eye contact, leaned back, groaned loudly, and sprayed the largest load of sperm he had ever sprayed into his mother's black panties, as well as all over both his and his mother's hands. Collapsing onto his bed, he sighed. Peter wasn't sure he had ever felt that good in his entire life. So lost in bliss was he that he didn't notice his mother's fingers release from his cock. He did notice, though, when she started talking to him.

"Very good, Peter!" he heard her say in a chipper tone, "You got that one done in no time flat! Thanks for including me, too!"

Peter tried to say something, but it just came in out in a mumble.

"I'll take those," she said, picking the sperm soaked panties from his grip, the cum spilling into her hands, mixing with the residue that had landed there during Peter's orgasm, "Thanks for cumming in these. I proud of you!"

And at that, Peter's mother walked out of the room as if nothing had just happened, leaving Peter laying, pants around his ankles, penis slowly deflating, on his bed, wondering what he should put on his task list next.