Sleep Well My Love

There is a quiet time, a comfortable and intimate silence as your post-nut glow mingles with the weighty miasma of your illness to, at least for a short time, ease your aches. Your Mom’s left hand so very gently massages the final dribbles from your dick while her right cleans up the mess you’d just shot up your body. For your part you continue to fondle her big heavy breasts. Your near hand strokes down and over and across her boobs, just to feel them slide against your skin. You loved the how the big fleshy nips were both soft and firm at once and also how they were as large as Allison’s entire breasts.

After she’d cleaned you up she offers you a bit more juice which you gratefully accept. After you swallow it down you whisper. “I’m the luckiest man in the whole world.”

She smiles. “I think I’m the lucky one.”

“I love you Mom.”

“I love you Jesse.”

Tenderly and unhurriedly your mother rubs your cock and occasionally fondles your balls or plays with your pubes, her entire focus centered on your penis and on your pleasure. She seemed to get such a profound and selfless satisfaction in making you feel good. It was pure and beautiful maternal contentment and about the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. She loved you so much. In ways you could never truly understand. You had been a part of her once. Your very existence had its origin right there inside of her. What that must be like to bring life into the world you could only imagine.

With her soft hand caressing your manhood and her soft body there to be ogled and pawed at, not to mention this wonderful warm love that surrounded you right now, it takes very little time for your arousal to revive. As you begin to get hard again your hand wanders…to parts unknown. Lifting her skirt you slide a hand under it.

“Oh no.” She says softly, pressing her legs together to deny you access. “No Jesse. That silly Allison already has you feeling small. You don’t need to see that. We can do that another time if you’re interested.”

“Please?” You plead weakly. “Please Mom?”

It takes all of three seconds for her to melt. She never could say no to you. Especially when you were ill.

“Alright.” She says. “But just understand that we’re different from men. Don’t compare yourself to me.”

“Okay.”

She relaxes and lets you push her skirt all the way up her soft, creamy thighs. What is eventually revealed are her white lacy panties and the MASSIVE bulge within. A tiny gasp escapes your lips as you see the sheer gargantuan girth of the monster. In taking care of you her own arousal had been flamed so that her penis strained against the thin fabric. She wasn’t just worked up, she was rock hard.

“Mmm.” You smile as you lightly run your fingers over the hard shaft. You giggle as you feel it surge, lifting the waistband of her panties a couple inches which in turn cause it to swipe up into the open. “Oh Mom!” You say in awe as her forearm thick cock stands before you like some great stone phallic monolith. It had been awhile since you’d seen your sisters schlongs. You had forgotten what it was actually like to see such organs in the flesh. She had told you not to compare, and for good reason. There was no comparison to be had. Compared to your meager manhood hers was a giant. “It’s beautiful.” You whisper.

“Oh you.” She beams. “You’re gonna make your Mama blush you charmer.”

You run your hand up her granite hard length, marveling at the fat veins that cris-crossed the engorged shaft. Her skin was sooooo soft. Up and up and up your hand runs in a loose grip, your fingers and thumb not even close to touching around the other side of it, eventually reaching her plump mushroom tip which was as big as a fist. You take it into your grasp and give the slightly spongy flesh a gentle squeeze causing it to surge anew, causing it to swell bigger than your forearm which ran along side it.

When you were healthy you might have had the luxury of listening to that voice of what you ‘ought’ to like or not like. But in your weary state all such morality filters were just extra energy that you couldn’t spare leaving the truth to lay bare. You liked this. You liked touching a cock. You liked touching her cock. Everything about this ought to be wrong, but it felt SO right.

Seeming to read your mind your mom whispers. “It’s okay Jesse. We’re Bailey’s. We’re different.”

“We’re different.”

You stroke back down and tuck your hand into her panties and take a hold of just one of her baseball sized testes. You feel it and roll it around then move to the other then slide your hand down her supple sack to feel the hot, moist pussy beyond. Your fingers glide along her dewy petals, your eyes widening as they continue to glide much further than expected. Her slit was at least twice as long as Allison’s! And when you press your middle two fingers into her wet pussy they slip inside barely meeting any resistance at all.

“I know I’m loose.” Your mother says, as if apologizing.

Your smile grows as you add your other two fingers so that all four were firmly nestled into the space through which you’d been birthed. “It feels nice.”

She smiles back.

By this time you were back to your full six inches, not even half of what she was sporting and an order of magnitude thinner. As she begins to stroke you properly you slip your hand back up across her nuts to grab her monster cock as best you could and stroke along.

“Oh!” She says brightly. “Well, that’s nice.”

“Looks like it’s another race.” You sigh as you relax into the pleasures of another motherly handjob.

“Tsk, tsk.” She shakes her head. “I don’t play those games your sisters do.”

Staring into each other’s eyes you stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke. Your hand in time with hers, though it had a much greater distance to travel. You mirror the **** of her grip and focus on the same areas she did. When she was on your shaft, you were on hers. When she massaged the head, you did hers. When she fondled your nuts, you fondled hers. And so it goes. As you jerk each other off you also enjoy each other’s bodies. Her eyes drank in your chest and stomach and shoulders and face as your drifting up and down her milky flesh and beautiful face only to return again and again to her massive tits.

You last about a minute longer this time but in the end you were no match for her sexiness.

“Mmmmmm.” You moan as a second load, as big and as hard as the first, blasts out onto your feverish flesh.

“Hahhh!” Her face lights up. “There it is! Ohhhh, good boy! Another nice big load for Mom. Ohhh Jesse, I’m so proud of you!”

“Ohhhhhh.” Your body writhes as the intense waves of orgasm coursed through you once more. If a regular nut was a ten, this was a fucking hundred! You didn’t know why but there was something about nutting for your Mom that took the bliss to a whole other level. “Ohhhhhhhh!”

“That’s it. Get it all out. Mmmm, such a good boy.”

When you were all spent you look up at her breathing hard. “Guess I lost again, huh?”

“Oh Jesse, my sweet son. You didn’t lose anything. You’re a winner.” She says warmly. “You are number one in my books.”

You chuckle at her cheesy sentiment. It was so Mom. “Thank you.”

Once more she milks you to the last drop and cleans you up, this time while you jack her off steadily. Once you were clean she gives you another drink then surprises you by crawling right onto the bed. Straddling your legs she sits facing you, her big swaying breasts and huge cock looming over you larger than life.

“Hurry up and finish your Mom off.” She says, wiping your brow with the wet cloth once more. “Then let’s let you rest again.”

“Yes Mom.”

Able to use both hands now you work your mother’s cock with firm, steady strokes, in just the way you did to yourself when you really wanted to get off quickly. Your mom sits watching you glowing with a strange pride, her eyes burning with a forbidden lust. You see the pleasure you are giving her expressed on her flushed face and feel it in how her dick responds to your touch. God she was radiant! The most beautiful Mom in the world.

After a time her little gasps and moans rise and you knew she was getting close. You start to stroke her faster.

“Mmmm.” She moans. “That’s good my son. Hahhhh.” Arching her back she thrusts her great bosom high as her hands run over her voluptuous body. “Ohhhh Jesse that’s so nice. You are doing sooo good.”

“Thank you.” You whisper.

“Jesse…mmmm…do you trust me?”

“Yes.” You answer with your whole heart.

“Good.” She says. Reaching down she pinches your chin. “Open up.” You do. She scooches forward, her enormous balls dragging over your spent dick, and proceeds to plant the tip of her cock into your open lips. “Suck. Suck hard my son.”

As if triggered by instinct you automatically begin to suck on your mother.

“Just like that.” She says. “There’s nothing better for a sore throat than a big load of semen.” Her fingers comb through your hair as you suckle, suckle, suckle at her tip and tongue the hole. “Mmmm, goodness Jesse! You are so good at this.”

“Mmmm.” You hum proudly, gazing up at her.

She gazes back, deeply and lovingly. “Ohhh…ohhhhh….OHHHHHH!!!” Her great shaft throbs and a moment later your mouth is flooded with Mom’s salty ejaculate.

“Swallow.” She gasps as the rush of orgasm claims her. “Ohhhh God! Swallow it baby!”

“MMMMM!” You mewl as you gobble down the hot, creamy jizz as fast as your gullet could take it, though still some dribbled out your lips as there was just SO much of the spunk. The crazy thing was, as you swallowed your first load of cum, you found that it really did soothe your scratchy throat! “Mmmmmmm.”

Mom’s orgasm lasts longer than yours and the amount of jizz was insane. By the end you were coated from lips and chin down to your upper chest with a thick layer of batter. When she was done you kiss her tip. “Thank you.”

“Anything for my boy.” She says, her face flushed and her body relaxed.

She crawls off of you and straightens her clothes as you watch her, loving her and appreciating her harder than you ever had. She dutifully and happily cleans you up yet again and has you drink more juice. She then tucks you in and kisses your head. Running a soft hand down your cheek she stares into your matching colored eyes and whispers. “Sleep well my love, and get better.”

Swaddled safely in your blankets your whole body relaxes and the fatigue of illness overwhelms you once more. You knew sleep would not be far off. “Mom?”

“Yes my love?” She pauses while gathering up the things she’d brought with her. “What is it Jesse?”

“Can I have some more?” You coo drowsily. “When I wake up?”

“Of course my son.” Her smile grows. “You can always count on Mom’s Never Fail Chicken Soup.”

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Author's Note: Happy Mother's Day all.