Morning Glory

In my dreams, she was always there. A pale figure in the distance wearing nothing but the clothes she was born in. I knew what she was here for this time. I came to her and pulled her into my embrace. I wanted her spectral lips around my hard cock. Sensing my needs, she wafted to her knees and placed her lips on my cock. Blowjobs were great. This feels great. It feels so real. I felt a shutter come through my hips, and the spectral woman pulled away my essence deep inside me. A wave of relief ran over me. The woman wasn’t stopping though. My cock was still in her mouth, and she kept it hard, wanting more out of me.

A guttural noise interrupted the place where I was swept away. It broke me from the spell of sleep, and I slowly open my eyes to the waking world. The dreamlike feeling that my dick was being slurped on did not subside, however. I was sensitive from post-ejaculatory status, something was still tickling my spent cock. The sensation of my dick being lapped at made me quiver in my bed where I lay. I looked down to see what was causing these sensations. Am I wetting myself again? When I stared down at my crotch, there was a head of cascading crimson hair attached to it.

The head attached to the red hair was seesawing. I could see my dick, semi-erect, going into that head. Pink luscious lips were sealed around the tip of the cock, while a red tongue was licking underneath. The woman with the crimson hair was devouring my cock. I moaned, and Mom turned her head from where she had my dick in her mouth. The head was poking out of one of her cheeks as she examined me, waking up. She pulled her head away to speak, a trail of saliva and precum connected her lips with my cock as she did.

“I am sorry, dear. Did I wake you?” Mom asked in soothing voices.

“What… what are you doing, Mom,” I asked, half-dazed and feeling drunk. It must have been an hour before I usually woke up. I like it cut it really close to the start of first class of school.

“I just came into your room and saw your... condition acting up, and I was worried….” Mom said. “I didn’t want to wake you… I also didn’t want your penis to explode. I'm not disturbing you am I?”

“No… no, don't stop...” I tried explaining in my sleepy state. If I was more awake I would have shouted it so the neighbors would have heard. “It’s fine. I’m just sleepy.”

“Just lay back, honey. Mommy will take care of this swelling for you, and you can get back to sleep.” Mom said in soothing melodies.

Mom resumed her fellating of my swollen member. Her lips ran down and up the erect thing, sliding it up and down, lining it with her mouth juices. I relaxed and watched her try to extract the “pressure” I had been building up as if she was trying to lap up a melting ice cream cone on a blistering summer day. With her Disgust Setting down, her tongue was bathing out all the grime that was being dispensed from the tip and making it disappear in her stomach. Slippery noises fill the room, along with my breathing. I wished I was more awake to fully enjoy this. Was she getting better? Was she practicing on me while I was sleeping?

“That feels really good, Mom. You are getting good at this,” I murmured.

Mom responded by caressing my thighs, she spoke with a mouth half-full of my manhood, “FANK FYOU FHONNY.”

Plopping the cock out of her lips, she said, “I already sucked out so much of your… pressure… before you woke up. You sure have a lot in there today.”

“Y-you already made me cum?”

“Cum? Is that what you did? I suppose so…”

“Where is it, then?” I asked.

Mom flickered her lips on the hood of my penis and then smiled with a bit of guilt, “Oh, I… guess I must have swallowed it all. I’m not sure if it’s right, but… it sort of just happened. You were in my mouth… and well… it ended up in my stomach afterward… It’s really not that bad, is it? I mean… I don’t think I’ll get sick from it, would I?”

Would she? I’m not sure… I mean… the girl in the blowjob video seemed to be okay. She appeared to accustom to giving what are known as “blowjobs” for some time.

“I’m not sure…” I answered truthfully. “I mean… it should be fine?”

“I’ll go check the doctor to see if I need my stomach pumped,” Mom suggested, her hands gingerly held my hard cock, and it longed for her mouth to give it a gentle tongue hug.

“B-but, Mom-“

“Don’t worry. I know, I know. I won’t tell him about your condition, dear. I’ll say I was worried about food poisoning or something.” Mom said warmly, then as if she knew my penis’ desires, gave my dick it’s moistened tongue lashing.

I supposed that it wasn’t too bad. Somehow the thought about feeding my mother my cum didn’t feel revolting to me. In fact, I rather got off to it. If I could get medical verification that her swallowing my cum wasn’t harmful… maybe I would have to give her and my sister a couple of shots a day without feeling remorse.

Mom continued to give me a blowjob while I lay there. She sure was cute, trying her hardest to suck it all out. Several minutes must have passed as her mouth remained firmly planted to my cock. massaging it with her tongue and lips. I was lasting longer now. She would have already drained me of one load yesterday. This time it took a while to get me to the finish line again.

“Is something wrong?” I asked Mom as she releases the cock from her mouth.

“Sweetie, my jaw is hurting. It doesn’t seem to want to come out. This is taking much longer than before…” Mom rubbed her jaw as she spoke, looking at the swollen member with concern and perplexion.

“Maybe…” I thought. “Maybe… you can show me your breasts or… suck on my balls…”

Why did I want her to do that, I wondered? I mean… something about her opulent breasts interested me. I think the visual stimulation of her bare tits and her mouth around my balls would spark something inside of me. Light a fire maybe.

“My breasts?” Mom bent her head in confusion. “Also, your balls? Do you mean your testicles?"

“Umm… yes. I think if you suck on them while showing me your breasts, it’ll help.” I don’t know if it would. I just wanted it to happen. I knew the mechanism for my "coming" or "cuming" would come when I felt really hot. Like it was an internal meter in my body that had to keep ramping up until it burst.

Mom still had a bit of confusion on her face but shrugged. She pulled down her shirt and lifted her melon-sized tits over them. Her casualness of exposing herself to her own son was just a mark of this weird world. Her areolas were more substantial and pinker than Sophia’s, and she had a beauty mark above her left one. With those out my dick twitched. Sensing it was working, she rested the long member over her forehead and began putting my balls into her mouth. She plucked on them gently with her mouth, as if she picking out grapes with her lips. The balls became sticky with her mouth grease and dampened the sheets underneath them.

“Good now…” I panted, the sight of my mother’s bare tits and my dick over her face made me feel lightheaded. What more could I make her do? “Take it in your mouth and pushed it all the way down your throat.”

Mom complied and opened her mouth wide. She bent her head down, the cock disappears into her mouth-hole inch by slow inch until it completely vanishes. All that is left between my thighs is my Mom’s face planted against my pelvic bone. She made a gagging sound, and her squinting eyes welled. Mom came up for air, gasping as if she was coming underwater.

“Keep doing that again and faster, and I think…” I panted. “It’ll start to come out.”

Her outer lips and chin now coated in my essence, Mom did as requested and shoved her face deep into it again. Her fingers were clenching against my thighs as she **** herself to bob her head up and down the thing in frenzied pace, trying her best to lure the cum deep below to swell to the surface. Mom must have learned from my frantic rubbing yesterday to finish it. She held the cock in her hands and rubbed it, like she yanking it. I was trembling on my bed as my cum started pouring out of me, directly into her waiting mouth. It pooled there, and she kept tugging it out, drop by drop. It filled her mouth in a pool of pearlescent cream. The milky pools swirled down her throat into her stomach like a drain, leaving not left but the cum coating her lips. She was growing a ravenous appetite for the cum with her new Bodily Disgust setting.

Sensing there was still more on the cock, she squeezed it out like a spent toothpaste bottle. Her tongue mopped up the tip, giving her son’s cock a motherly’s throughout cleaning. Every inch of my dirty flesh wiped up and sparkling like new with her tongue mop. When she sensed she was done and satisfied that I was shrinking back to normal. She kissed the tip, smiled, and said. “All better, dear. Phew... I’m am so glad. For a while there, I thought it wouldn’t ever come out.”

Mom giggled to herself, somewhat proud of her handiwork. Like those times whenever she would cut my hair and examine it afterward in the mirror.

“Thanks, mom,” I murmured, placing my arms over my eyes, breathing heavily.

“Oh, goodness. Look at the time. Come on, sleepyhead. Let’s get some food in you, and it’s off to school,” Mom got up, cheerful as usual and walked away.

I groaned and got up. When my senses finally came to me, I was energized by the thought of the upcoming day full of promises. I grabbed my artifact and placed it into my pockets. I would have to visit the science teacher to give her my findings. Maybe we can work out what sex really is. But first… breakfast.