A mom's gratitude - 2

Got the first BJ of my life

My mom had acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary for the rest of the day. We had our family dinner as usual, and we all carried on with our normal conversations as usual. But for me, it was hard to even look at her and not get aroused again.

The next day came and went without her bothering to discuss any of the recent events. I was disappointed, but at the same time, I didn't want to overstep my boundary and upset her in any way. I just figured when the time came and she wanted to 'reward' me again, then she would.

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A week had passed before she exposed herself to me again. It was the same scenario as our first encounter where we would sit in the living room and she would feed her milk to me.

"You look a little more excited this time around," she said.

I took her nipple out of my mouth and moved my hand back to caressing her breast again, "What do you mean?"

"That," she replied, pointing toward the bulging erection protruding through my shorts. "Did it happen last time as well?"

"It did. I guess you didn't notice it while you were watching me suck your breast," I admitted.

"And what did you do with it later?" she inquired.

"It's pretty obvious what I did...do I really have to say it?"

"No, but I'm flattered." She took a deep breath, "And if you're interested, I would be willing to take care of that for you right now so that you won't have to do it by yourself. Only if you're interested."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

She then put her hand on my hand, "I wouldn't mind doing it for you. I like making you happy and it's my way of expressing gratitude for all you've done around here lately. But there's one condition ..."

"What's that?" I asked.

"I want to hear more details about how this fetish with me started, and what you thought about when you started fantasizing about all of this; especially after last week."

I suddenly felt nervous. Not only was the thought of my own mother getting me off becoming a real possibility, but I first had to reveal my most intimate of thoughts to her.

"Fine," I replied. "When you started wearing less clothes around the house, I really got to notice your body for the first time. And after you gave birth, I wanted to be around you every chance I got because those giant nipples and areolas of yours would keep on peeking out, especially when you breastfeed. You became my favorite thing to fantasize about."

"Tell me what you thought about after last week's meeting," she said in an interrogating manner.

"I replayed that image in my head over and over. I kept thinking about what your full breasts looked like and how your nipple would feel in my mouth. I didn't care that you were my mother, it just felt right."

She then gave me a suspicious look that only a mother could give, "That's all? You never thought about me giving you a blowjob or us fucking? I refuse to believe that you got by only thinking about my large nipples."

"I love hearing you talk dirty like that. I don't think I've ever even heard you even use a curse word before in my life."

"It's fitting for our conversation," she replied. "So what's the answer?"

"Truthfully, I have. I've thought about you sucking my cock and us having sex in your bed. I've been jerking off thinking about that every morning and night since it happened. Now can we please get started now?"

Without saying a word, she reached down and began tugging at the bottom of my shorts with both hands. I got the hint and stood up slightly so that my shorts and underwear could slide right off at my mother's own doing. I sat back down and my clothes, which were pulled off me, were tossed to the floor leaving me naked from the waist down.

I was exposed. My erection, which pointed straight up, became even harder. My mother casually sat down beside me with her breasts still hanging free, and she wrapped her warm hand around my hard-on. My cock was throbbing at that point. And my heart started pounding faster with every second that my mom's hand was exploring my penis with her eyes and with her rubbing hand.

"I get the feeling this won't take very long," she said, almost giggling at the heightened arousal she knew she was giving me.

"I don't think so either; your hand feels so good on me."

"Glad to hear it. And if it helps, you shouldn't think of me as your mother. Just think of me as some random mature woman who loves pleasing you."

"No, I don't want to," I told her as she continued to stroke me. "You want me to be honest? I LOVE that my own mother is jerking me off."

She squeezed my cock a little tighter and began stroking me harder, "So you like that your mother is doing this for you, eh?"

We looked each other in the eyes as she jerked me off. Her grip was tight and it worked its way from the base of my cock to the head. Her thumb occasionally rubbed the sensitive head of my penis, which was extremely pleasurable for me. And her talking dirty, which I never thought was possible, was something I would never forget.

She continued her playful taunting, "You're awful. How could you allow your poor mother to jerk you off like this after fantasizing about her for so long?"

"Mom... I'm about to cum..." I panted.

She quickly leaned forward from where she sat and took the head of my cock inside her mouth and began sucking. It felt incredible. The sight of my mom's lip around me and her cheeks caving in from her vacuum like suction was surreal. She kept stroking furiously which was followed by loads of my cum shooting to the back of my mom's throat, which she willingly swallowed without any hesitation. She kept me inside her mouth until every last drop of my sperm had been devoured, and I became flaccid with her lips still around me.

"You taste good," she said, licking her lips clean. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to wash up so I can start preparing dinner."

She gave the head of my cock one final kiss before putting her top back on and leaving.

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This became our little secret. Every so often, she would let me fondle and suck on her breasts, and afterwards she would do the same to my cock. Her boob felt so soft and the milk delicious, and her last service of easing up all my built up tension made me desperate for her to reach next level. If she was in the right mood, she would even talk nasty to me which we both found to be so arousing.

The one thing that was off limits, however, was her panties coming off. I had asked her a few times if I could return the favor and make her cum and she would politely say no. She considered it to be too personal and that her vagina was only for my father. I didn't want to bother her about it since I didn't want to jeopardize what we had, so I never brought it up again.