My Life - S01 E08

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My Life - S01 E08

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"Yes."

"With tongue?"

"No."

"Ok, well that's called 'French-kissing'. What happens is, when you're kissing, you both open your mouths and have your tongue play with her tongue. It feels nice believe me. And What's nice is that doing something else that feels good, like kissing, while getting the hand job, makes you feel even better. Want to try it?"

"YAI

She smiled and placed her left hand behind my head and pulled me towards her. She learned her face towards mine, we both closed our eyes, and we kissed. I followed her lead. It started as a normal kiss, and then she opened her mouth and I felt her tongue touch my lips. I opened mine, and felt her tongue slip inside, touching my own tongue. We began to kiss harder, more passionately. I'd push my tongue into her mouth, then she'd push hers back into mine. The harder and faster we kissed, the harder and faster she seemed to slide her hand up and down my spit- slickened rod. She pulled away from our kiss and looked at me.

"Suck mommy's tits baby." She said it both motherly and wantonly. I didn't hesitate. My face shot down to her closest breast and devoured it. I sucked her nipple harder than I did in the shower. Not on purpose, but I simply had no control at this moment. I had a hand grasping each of her boobs, and my mouth switched between her left and right one, moving back and forth greedily.

"That's it baby! Cum for mommy!"

It was almost as if her encouragement was all I needed. Without removing my face from my mother's cleavage, I came. I squeezed each Breast way too hard I'm sure, but she didn't say anything or stop me. I buried my face into her tits and let out a loud, muffled, moan of pleasure. My mother stopped tugging on my dick once the semen stopped flowing. I kept my eyes closed and just sucked on a nipple, my mother tenderly holding my head there, playing with my hair.

I finally decided to pull away and see the damage. As usual, my mother's hand was encased in jizz. It seemed to be plastered to my dick. Since I was sitting up this time, the tops of my thighs were covered as well. But as took in the devastation of blowing my load uncovered, I saw that I had several shots on the carpet and on my dresser which was directly in front of me.

"We really need to come up with a better... cleaner way of doing this." Said my mom. She too was looking at scene in front of me.

"I'm sorry, I'll clean it up!" quickly responded. I was afraid that she'd take these messes as a reason that she should stop jerking me off and tell me to go back to masturbating instead.

"I'm not mad sweetheart", she smiled at me, "we'll figure something out. I can't be doing laundry several times a day, and changing my clothes every time I play with you." She laughed. My fears subsided. "But you go clean yourself up and I'll clean up the mess in here."

I went to the bathroom and decided that taking a quick shower would be easier than trying to simply wipe off all the cum from my crotch, lap and legs. I returned and saw that my mom had wiped my dresser off and used a damp cloth on the carpet, she had even made my bed! Other than her wanting to help her little boy have orgasms all the time, she really was just your average mother.

I got dressed and went downstairs. We went about the rest of the afternoon like normal. Doing chores and housework. Mom made dinner that evening and we ate at the table and chatted about normal things. But my mom had no problem transitioning from talking about school, to talking about, what she started referring to as simply 'fun'.

"So after we clean up dinner do you want to watch a show and have some fun?"

"Uh, ya, that sounds cool." I was trying to sound as casual as she was.

"OK, but I've been thinking about how messy it is every time.." My heart started to sink... So from now on was thinking that I would just give you blowjobs.." My heart lept back up and into my throat! ".. Are you ok with that?" My mind was racing so fast that I almost didn't hear her.

"YA!" So much for acting 'casual".

"Ok." My mom chuckled a little. "I just figure that, for one thing, you've never had one, so you should probably try it. Two, it'll be cleaner and therefore easier for us to do when other people are home. And three, I actually enjoy doing that more than hand jobs."

I wasn't really listening, and honestly I didn't care about the logic or reasons behind her decision to move up to blow jobs. Don't get me wrong. I was appreciative of all the hand jobs I'd received over the last 24hrs, they were great, but yes they were messy.

My mind was racing, and I don't think I ever helped clean up the kitchen so fast in my life! As soon as I was finished, I ran over to the sofa, yanked down my shorts and boxers in one motion and tossed them across the floor. I plopped down on the couch and started petting my already stiffening penis.

"I'm ready!" I called back towards the kitchen.