Riding For the Feeling

The “sun” was still on the far horizon as I got back home. I shouted, “Moooom. I’m home.”

“Honey, you’re home. You didn’t run into any problems at school, did you?” Mom asked her hands on her hip. She was wearing an apron with diamond patterns on it and a green dress.

“Oh, come on, Mom. My days of troublemaking are over. I’m a good boy now,” I rolled my eyes.

“Dinner is almost on. Sophia’s called and say she’s out with her friends, so she told us to eat without her,” Mom shouted in the kitchen.

I walked upstairs to my room to change out of my school clothes, went to take a leak, and after washing my hands, came downstairs to eat with Mom. Dinner was a french casserole with eggplants and tomatoes. I had looked up from my plate to notice, Mom was dolled out for some reason. It wasn’t a special occasion, not that I knew of. Her eyes were done in shades of light blue, and her crimson hair curled at the ends. She also had on rose-colored lip paint.

“You look nice, Mom,” I said, reaching for my utensils.

“Why thank you for noticing, dear,” Mom beamed from ear to ear. “It’s nothing really. I was at the salon today and thought I really wanted to look special.”

Weird. Was Mom’s modesty settings shifting on her own like Ms. Fleming’s? I shrugged. It wasn’t an adverse change. It certainly perked up some carnal thoughts inside. I would have to show Mom what I learned at school today first hand. Remembering school, I said.

“Oh… I need you to drive me somewhere later. I have to visit someone,” I said.

“Is it a girl, perhaps?” Mom had a slight look of worry on her face. Was it fretting about my safety? What was that look? It was a concern… as if my spending time with other people, specifically girls, made her uncomfortable.

“It’s my teacher. Ms. Fleming. She is going to help me with it… an assignment.” I said, forking some of the savory casserole into my mouth.

“I see. You certainly are taking an interest in your education seriously,” Mom mused, easing up and pecking at her food.

“Well…. Classes have been pretty _interesting _lately,” I said, a stupid grin on my face remembering the “sexing” I did today. I felt the same way when I first got a bike. I wanted to ride it nonstop. Ride it up and down all day until the Moms had to drag me back into the house late at night when she found me doing wheelies in the neighbors' backyard.

“I am so glad you are taking interesting in your classes, Cliff. Something must have happened over the past few days that got you in a really positive spirit, Cliff.” Mom grinned from ear to ear, pride plastered on her painted face.

Mom got up and came over held my face as she planted a kiss on me. I was stunned but then realized I kind of taught her that. I guess she wanted to fit in and be hip and show me her love and respect for my good behavior. Her tongue buried into my mouth, and I sucked on it. Trails of saliva exchanged between us as our mouths tried devouring each other, showing how much we respected and love each other. I must have instinctively gone for her chest, squeezing on the soft flesh as our tongues danced in each other’s mouth. When Mom parted her mouth from mine, she looked down, noticing the tent in my pants that must have formed between those kisses and said, “Oh goodness. It happened again…”

“I’ll clean up here,” Mom said, putting away her dishes. “Why don’t you go to the couch and wait for me there. I’ll help you in a minute with that, sweetheart.”

This was great. A thought occurred to me. Mom’s ‘blowjobs’ were great, but I really wanted to feel her insides wrapped around my cock. I had a taste of fucking or sexing and wanted more. My sister. Yes. My mother. Definitely yes. I had to have it all. And here in the privacy of my own home without the Institute watching over my shoulder - I can go wild. I needed to convince her to use her pussy instead of her mouth, though, but how…

I came up with an idea. I went to my room, and there was a half-eaten bag of potato chips on my homework desk. I brought the bag of potato chips to the arm table next to the couch and left it there. I positioned it, so the bag opening faced me and placed my artifact inside. I would have direct control in here without Mom seeing me fiddling with it. When Mom finally came, she wasn’t wearing her apron over her blue dress and was drying her hands with a quilted towel. She left the towel on the coffee table and came before me, sitting with her knees down between my legs. I helped her removed my pants, and the erect penis sprang out before her face, which caused Mom to wet her lips. While she got more comfortable, I reached for my own ear and tugged it.

I would have to get Mom to use more than her mouth. But how? I had to last longer so I could suggest we try different things. Mom knew the ritual now without me being told and put her mouth over my cock. She enveloped my cock between her cheeks, staring wide-eyed intently at me with her turquoise eyes, making sure I wasn’t being hurt, as her luscious lips slide itself along the shaft of my cock. I leaned back on the sofa and took a potato chip with my right hand. With my left hand, I caressed her face lovingly, reaching for her ears and tugging it gently and then resumed stroking her face. With my right hand, I ate a potato chip and then reached back for the bag. The artifact was inside, I tilted it to find her Bluetooth device manager. I checked my settings.

My Pleasure sensation was high, I would need to numb for a while to keep Mom sucking on my cock while preventing it from going overboard. I slid my own Pleasure Setting to 3. Her tongue made my cock feel pleasant but not overwhelming so. Yes. I could sit here, rock hard for a while, and then suggest she ride it. While she continued to fellate my cock, I checked her settings too. Time to crank up her Pleasure and lower her Sexual Repression.

Sexual Repression
1----------5--------o-10
Modesty
1-o--------5----------10
Bodily Disgust
1---o------5----------10
Sexual Hurdle
1-o--------5----------10
Pleasure Setting
10---------5----------10

The only thing I had adjusted on her previously was her Bodily Disgust setting. It was set at 2 the last time I played with her settings. Something changed with her settings that I had nothing to do with. First, her Modesty settings went up by 1 since the last time I checked. Second, her Sexual Hurdle setting went up by 1. What did Sexual Hurdle mean? That didn’t sound like a good thing, a hurdle was an obstacle. I had to observe the change in her though, and 1 wasn’t that high. The updated Modesty setting could be why she was so interested in dressing nicely this evening. I would have to observe that carefully as well.

Resuming what I came here to do, I slid her Pleasure settings to 5 and then dropped her Sexual Repression to 6 as well. I take a potato chip... and eat it.

Mom held my cock, stroking it gently as her mouth lets go of the tip and pouted, “Honey, you really shouldn’t be eating chips right after dinner. It’s not healthy.”

I nodded blankly as I always did when she lectured me, sitting back and watching her work. Mom tried everything to get me to cum. She bore her ample creamy breast out, licked, and sucked my balls. Her tongue experimented on my unrelenting cock, circling it, running it from the base to the tip, nipping it. Throughout this, I could see her reach for between her crotch as that Jill girl did in the blowjob video. Unable to resist rubbing herself there and panting while she blew her son.

Finally, fed up, she asked while rubbing her jaw, “Oh goodness. It’s not coming out today, Cliff. What shall we do?”

There’s my chance.

I rubbed my chin, pretending to think about it. “My science teacher, Ms. Fleming, theorized in the past they used to… put erect penises into a woman’s vagina to cure it. Instead of using your mouth hole… maybe we can use your vagina hole?”

“Would that really work?” Mom wondered.

“We should try it out, Mom. It will give your mouth a rest, at least.”

Mom rolled the idea in her head, scrunching her mouth. She let out a puff, stood up, and hiked her blue dress. Her white panties were damp as she took it off and left it on the coffee table next to the towel. She looked at the erect penis with worry and then at her own moist pussy, gauging both like a two-piece puzzle.

“I suppose… I can sit on it? If I… hold on.” Mom said. I sat back and accommodated her as she straddled me like a chair.

Her body stood over me, and she sat on top of me, my dick going behind her, rubbing against her ass cheeks. She grimaced a bit, squatting up, looking behind, and trying to guide the cock inside of her pussy as if she was parking her car in reverse. I reached down and gripped her cushy backside and helped her land in the right place. Her cunt was primed and drenched with her new Repression settings. She had become aroused while sucking my cock for the last few minutes, and it made entry a whole lot easier. I cursed my lowered Pleasure Setting for not letting me experience the full rapture of my Mom's steamy insides.

“Ooh… ooh… be careful, honey. It’s very tight,” Mom’s warm breath puffed out as she descended on my cock, my hands gripping her and pulling her into me. “Are you alright? My pussy isn’t hurting you, is it, dear?”

“No… I think it’s working, Mom. We can use your vagina as my cocksleeve from now on if you want… How do you feel?” I suggested.

“It’s different,” Mom winced as more of myself disappeared into her. “There’s a bit of pain, but… also, I feel… like there are butterflies in my stomach. Something about my son penetrating me like this makes me feel excited... and hot inside. Does that sound strange, dear?”

“No, not at all. I love being in your warm cunt too…” I said.

“I suppose, I should start stroking your cock with my womb,” Mom suggested. Her hips bounced gingerly on my cock making smacking sounds into my thighs. I would need to change my settings soon to show her this was working.

I reached behind her from where I sat on the sofa towards my potato chip bag and adjusted my settings, my head peering over my mother’s shoulders as she continued to ride on top of me. With my Pleasure setting set to 6, it should give me pleasure while letting me last a bit longer. I wanted to enjoy this.

Mom’s bare tits were flopping in my face as her pace got more frantic, she seemed in **** want to fill her insides of my dick. I grabbed a handful of her boobs and started sucking it. Why was I so obsessed with boobs and nipples all of a sudden? Especially during sex. Things like butts and boobs. Were they always this… erotic? I had no idea as I clenched her nipples inside of my mouth, sucking on it as if I was nursing on her, flicking my tongue over her hardening nipples. She bent head back, winced and held her hand over her mouth, gasping as I did.

“That feels wonderful, Cliff. Oh goodness. You are making mommy feel so good, thank you, dear. Thank you,” Mom moaned.

Her face finally got red. Why was she embarrassed? Was it the thought that her son was bringing her so much pleasure in what she thought was a selfless act? Mom’s eyes rolled in her face, looking like she was possessed as she rode, and I kept sucking on her breasts.

The couch creaked as Mom rode me. Her tits were striking my chest as she came down. I stared up intently into her turquoise eyes, which now we're struggling to keep itself from rolling out of her head. She winced a few times while she came down a lot harder, her chest was heaving in convulsions. When she saw me staring at her intently, she put on a brave smile and recomposed herself.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

“It’s fine, dear.” Mom panted. “Don’t worry about Mommy and just try and relax. Make sure your penis is in good shape. I’m sure it’ll c- *pant* come out eventually.”

Mom looked down towards our hips, staring at the place where her son’s penis was thrusting into her own vagina and couldn’t believe it. She bit her lips, watching intently the action of her son's penis disappearing inside of her. More wetness was pooling between my legs as it felt like a flood down there, streams of Mom’s love juice lining my thighs and sliding down my balls, like raindrops trickling down a windowsill. Her hot breath covered my face as Mom’s breathing got heavier and heavier. She tried her best to put on a good face, but every once and a while, her mature stoneface mask would break into moments of pure bliss.

“Cliff, I’m so s-sorry. I got you dirty… down there. M-mommy can’t control herself… I’m sorry. I'm sorry...” Mom murmured. “I’ll clean it after.”

With her soft moans, I felt on the edge of bursting. I gripped tightly onto her buttocks and pulled her into me. I was going to use her insides like my own palms to scratch away the itch I felt under there. An itch that can only be relieved by bursting into her everything I had. I throbbed and ache as her broiling womb siphon my cum out from deep within. I trembled there on the couch as she continued to grind, now slowing her pace. My cock continued to throb and spurt out more and more of my seeds into her cunt. Mom stared down, finally catching her breath and feeling content as she finally got the phantom that has been haunting her son out. Her hands spread her pussylips as she released my softening cock out of her balmy grips, trickles of dew, and the white goop slowly dripped out of her and onto my abdomen.

Mom let out a phew, finally aware my condition was returning to normal, dropped on her knees again, and began cleaning up the mess that was there with her tongue. I felt she wanted to do it, with her altered Disgust Setting, not waste a single ounce of the seed I left for her. Looking at her go, it was more like she NEEDED to taste it and have it in her mouth. Her tongue ran against my abdomen and then my thighs and finally my balls and shaft, mopping up all the grime with the tips of her tongue and making it disappear into her stomach. She took the towel and went away. I sat there, catching my breath, feeling dazed. When Mom returned, she had a sheet that was damped with warm water and ran it against my inner thighs and gently caressed my cock with the warm towel.

Afterward, I asked her if she wanted to join in my shower, but she politely declined. I took a brisk shower to wash the grease off of me and went to the kitchen after that where Mom was still cleaning up. I went for the phone in the kitchen and brought out the paper Ms. Fleming handed to me and dialed it on the rotary phone.

“Ms. Fleming? It’s Cliff Dalton. I hope it’s not a bad time.”