Literotic asexstories – Mom Loves My Cum Ch. 03 by OneManBukkakeMachine,OneManBukkakeMachine My experience with my mother was heating up quickly. Well, weirdly, it felt like it was quick but in actual fact, we hadn’t done that much. In contrast, my experiences with Chele and Mrs. J had jumped to from nothing to full contact action in moments.
I’d seen tons of pictures of her naked and having sex, but she hadn’t actually been naked in front of me, let alone having sex. I’d only heard her masturbating through a wall and a closed door. She’d heard me cum and seen me come a few times now, but she hadn’t actually touched me at all. And the orgasms had been amazingly intense because she was the focus of my lust. I was dying to actually touch her and be inside her but the intensity of it seemed almost dangerous.
I cleaned up the mess I made in the kitchen, threw my wrecked clothes in the laundry and took a shower. I got cleaned up and then set my attention on a first date plan. Remembering mom’s concerns about her privacy and her past, I knew it needed to be low key and nothing sexual was going to happen. That’s okay, the idea was to build the tension for when we were home afterwards. So, nothing like dancing and drinking and clubbing. And nothing too romantic, either. Just something quiet, just us, and enough privacy to talk and get to know her as a woman, not my mom.
I decided that an afternoon on the water and a sunset dinner on the shore would be perfect. A friend had a nice sailboat and owed me favor so I called it in. I made reservations at a quiet, traditional seafood place near the marina, it was the kind of place a mother and son could have dinner without seeming out of place.
With plans set, I went to tell her a little about the plans so she could be prepared and dressed appropriately. I found her in her room, reading on her bed.
“Hey Mom, got things set for our first date thing. Do you want to know details, or should it be a surprise?” I asked.
“Oooh! I do like surprises. Keep it a secret, ok?” She replied happily. “Do I need to know anything about it in advance?”
“Yeah, a little. “I answered, watching my words to not reveal too much, “Dress code is activewear in the afternoon and sophisticated but conservative in the evening. Maybe bring along a bathing suit if you’re feeling adventurous. There will be a place to change.”
“Ok. Sounds fun, a little adventure, a little romance.” She agreed. “You’ve put some thought into this, I’m a lucky lady to have a hot date with such a catch.”
I tried not to blush. This was feeling more like an actual date than I expected.
“Ok. I’ll be back to pick you up right at 3. Be ready. “I said, heading for the door.
“I’ll be ready!” She said and then added, “wait a sec, got something to show you!”
I turned back to face her, and she had her shirt pulled up, her tits in her hands, her fingers pinching her nipples. My eyes popped wide open. She quickly pulled her shirt back down, gave me a wink. “I’m excited for our date, just wanted you to know how much! Now, go.”
I went out the door to get things ready with my cock twitching in my boxers.
I went to the marina to ensure the sailboat was seaworthy and clean. I really didn’t want to take my date on my friend’s boat and find disgusting evidence of his past conquests. I brought a cooler with drinks and some snacks, fruit and cheese. Fancier stuff than you’d find at a college party, but I was anticipating what my mom would prefer. I stopped by the restaurant to secure a secluded table overlooking the harbor. I ran the car through the car wash and vacuumed the inside. I picked up a nice bottle of wine and headed home. I was tired from all of the prep work but energized by the prospect of the reaping the rewards of those efforts. I showered, shaved, put on nice clothes, put the wine in the fridge and then went outside and promptly at 3, rang the doorbell.
Mom answered the door, momentarily confused that I was outside the door but quickly caught on. She was dressed for adventure. Hair up, tight low cut crop top showing a respectable amount of cleavage and her tight abs. Tight, 3/4 length stretch pants, I could see a hint of thong arching across her cheeks and into the crack of her ass when she twirled to show off her outfit.
“You look amazing,” I said, “and ready for fun.”
She held up a bag, and said “Thanks, but this is my outfit for fun” and pulled out her bikini from yesterday, gave the pieces a little shake and dropped them back in the bag with a wink. “I saw how much you liked this yesterday. I figured you might like another look.”
She then pulled me inside the door, swung it mostly closed, kissed me with her mouth open for a moment, pulled back, pushed me out the door, followed me out, pulled the door shut behind her and said, “I’m all yours, let’s go!”
A few minutes later, we were on the boat, and headed out into the harbor for an afternoon sail. Weather was great, light breeze, water was calm. Not a lot of traffic but enough that I’d need to be attentive to our surroundings. Once we were into open waters, Mom disappeared below deck. She reappeared a few minutes later in her tiny bikini. She started with maximum coverage but then scrunched up the fabric to show even more skin. My cock came to life, and I rubbed it through my shorts. I decided to push things a little and drop the shorts. As I unbuckled, she said, “Hey captain, keep your hands on the tiller, and your dick in your pants.”
I rebuckled but I adjusted for comfort and gave it a good rub.
“Thanks, hon. I know you’re horny but patience.” she said, “it’ll be worth it.”
She stretched out on the deck, looking glamorous and delicious, she rubbed some lotion on, and called over to me, “I’d ask you to do my back, but I think things might get out of hand and I’m so horny I’d let them.”
We sailed for a while, enjoying the sun and breeze. Well out into the harbor, I decided to drop the sails and grab a bite to eat. We sat around the table in the cockpit and snacked.
“This is a great first date so far, Joe. Thanks for arranging it. I haven’t been out on a sailboat in years. Want to know a little secret?” she asked.
“You know I do.” I replied.
“I got gangbanged on a sailboat once.” she whispered as if there was a chance of being overheard. “I think there are pictures in one of those magazine. Did you see them and get ideas?”
“Oh my god, no. But I’m definitely gonna go look for them.” I said with delight.
“It was before I met your dad. I was traveling in Europe and had just started doing photo shoots. I think it was 6 guys, another girl and me. They were supposed to be a racing crew and we were their reward for winning a race. It was an awful shoot, a boat isn’t the most comfortable place to fuck, and even harder to get the camera in the right places, but we managed. They guys were all in really good shape, I got fucked so hard I couldn’t walk or sit down without feeling it for a week.” she retold her memories of it, staring out over the water.
“Keep an eye out for traffic coming to close.” she said quietly and leaned back, pulled the gusset of her bikini bottom to the side and began rubbing her pussy. “Just watch.” she said when I started to move toward her.
She started slowly, barely touching herself, lightly along the outer edges of her labia. Her lips were bare, and there was just a small patch of closely cropped hair above her clit. Gradually, she increased pressure and speed and then pushing directly across her clit. She dipped two fingers into her pussy, they came back out glistening and she used them to lubricate her clit and then really increased the tempo. She laid down on the bench, pulling her ankles to her ears and spread her pussy with one hand and explored within with the other. I just watched, occasionally glancing around for boat traffic and then back to the sensual display unfolding in front of me. There was silence except for the ripple of wind against the rigging, the water hitting the hull, her breathing hard and her wet fingers plunging in and out of her pussy.
She looked over at me with urgency in her eyes, and whispered, “I’m really close, I love you watching me like this. I’m going to come so hard. Watch me come.”
She reached one hand lower, and inserted her pinky into her tight asshole and wiggled it around. She pumped the two middle fingers of her other hand into her pussy, fast and hard. She began to moan, low and long. Her breath began coming in short gasps, she plunged harder, she made a loud moan and came. She rubbed across her clit frantically as she came and sprayed her cum all over the table and the floor of the boat. She continued to gasp and almost roar as her orgasm ripped through her. She slowed her fingers; her legs were shaking, and her breathing began slowing. She released the tension, let her head drop back on the bench and just lay there, her legs still up in the air and her pussy on full display.
After a few minutes, she came back to earth. She wiped the cum from around her ass and licked her fingers. She opened her eyes, let her legs drop and smiled at me. She looked at her cum splatters and said, “You’re not the only one who can make a mess.”
“Oh my god, that was amazing!” I said, “I’ve never seen anything like that.”
“Yeah, I don’t do that all the time. I’ve been so excited anticipating this day with you and being on the boat and bringing back those memories really did the trick.” she explained.
“Sorry for the spray, did I wreck the food?” She asked a little sheepishly.
“No, maybe a little added flavor?” I replied with a laugh.
“Wow, I’m sort of exhausted now. I’m going to need a minute.” she said, putting her bikini back in place “And sorry if I’m giving you blue balls. I can see that you’re ragingly hard but you’re not getting any relief till later. Go take a swim to cool that thing off before it explodes.”
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.” I said and dove over the side.
I swam for a few minutes, my erection finally subsiding. I climbed back on board, she’d recovered from her solo workout and said, “It’s getting late, what’s next on our date?”
“Sunset dinner, you can change while I sail back.” I replied.
“Sounds good, I worked up an appetite.” she giggled, stepping into the cabin to change. She emerged a few minutes later, looking prim and proper. Navy blue dress, high neckline, hemline just above her knees. Sleeveless and somewhat tight but not overly. Low heels. She put her hair up in a bun.
I got us back to the dock, changed clothes for dinner and then we headed to the restaurant. On the way, in the car, she said, “No funny business now. There might be people we know there.”
“Understood. No funny business.” I said in agreement, but then added, “But you’re not making it easy, you look beautiful and there’s just enough leg showing to arouse my curiosity.”
She smiled and said, “You’ll find out what’s between them soon enough. Now pay attention to the road.”
We got seated straight away. Table as I’d requested outside on the veranda, wide open view of the water and the sunset and a secluded spot. Perfect.
“Ooh, nice.” she said as we were seated, me holding the chair for her like a gentleman. “Great spot, very romantic.” And after the hostess left us, quietly added, “if I didn’t know better, I say you’re trying to get into my panties.”
“Mom,” I whispered, “no funny business, remember.”
“I said no funny business for you. I didn’t say anything about me.” She giggled back at me. “But I’ll behave… for now.”
Our waiter arrived shortly, we ordered and were waiting for the food to arrive when she got up and went to the restroom. She returned a few minutes later. She then promptly dropped her fork and asked me to retrieve it. I bent down under the table to see she’d spread her legs. In addition to a pair of silky black panties, she’d put on sheer black thigh highs and her hand had dropped into her lap and was busy working her clit inside the panties. I gasped, right there under the table and heard her giggle. As I sat back up, she withdrew her hand, closed her legs.
Great, my cock was now throbbing madly, and I had no way to deal with it. She smiled and said, “I did warn you; I was a wild child.” and then added, “but no more funny business, I promise, I do have some serious matters to discuss with you.”
“Maybe that’ll help me make it through dinner without coming in my pants. You know the way you got me off this morning was amazing but almost cruel, too.”
“I’m sorry, but it’s actually part of what I want to discuss with you.” she said softly.
Our food arrived, everything was great and das we ate, she began to talk.
“I set out some ground rules yesterday. Since then, I’ve been thinking about us and what’s going on here and I think I have a better idea of what this should be.” She started to explain. “At first, after I got over the initial shock of seeing you with your fat dick in your hand, I just wanted you to fuck me hard and fast and do it again and again. Like I when I was young and when I met your dad. Because I’ve been so lonely and so pent up and horny. I still don’t think I can start a new relationship with some random guy because if I’m being myself, my past could quickly become problem, not just for me, but for you and your sister, too. And when I thought about it later, I instantly knew that I could trust you to keep me safe and satisfy my needs.
“Ok. I think I understand that part of things, but we’re not doing what you said.” I answered, leaving her room to continue.
“You’re right, because as we began to tease each other, yes, we were teasing each other with the alternating jerk off sessions, I realized that we can’t ever be in a long-term relationship like that. Yes, I love you and I know you love me, but that’s parent-child love, not romantic love. And incest is totally outside the rules of conventional morality, so we have to keep secrets and I already have too many secrets. But I think there is a way forward that works. “She explained.
“And that is?” I asked, trying to follow and keep up with my end of the conversation.
“What we’re doing is providing you an invaluable education that I am uniquely qualified to provide. I can teach you everything you need to know to be both a great lover and a great boyfriend and someday, a great husband. We’re not lovers, and we’re not fuckbuddies, we’re something else, something in between.” She continued.
“So, you’re going to teach me?” I followed her lead.
“Yes. You’ll be able to satisfy every possible need and demand from any lover and you’ll also be a great loving partner, because I am not going just fuck you because you’re horny. You’ll earn every sexual favor you receive by learning how to be a thoughtful, attentive, masterful lover. Does that make sense?” She asked.
“Yeah, I think so. Mrs. J was teaching me sex, but not love. You’re going to teach me both. “I answered.
“Exactly, and this is all temporary. It ends, not sure when, but it definitely ends, and you go on and find a girl closer to your age and fall in love and fuck like rabbits and get married and make babies and live happily ever after. And she never needs to know how you got so good.” She said proudly.
“But what about you?” I asked.
“Oh, I get a second youth. Yes, I, going to focus on teaching you, but I’m also going to enjoy the fringe benefits. I get all the fucking, all the orgasms, all the cum I can handle. I don’t want to make you pop right here, “she said, lowering her voice to a whisper, “but I’m gonna cum so hard while you fuck me senseless.”
“So does that mean I finally get to fuck tonight?” I asked excitedly.
“Nope. Sorry, tiger. Like I said, we’re gonna go slow. Painfully slow sometimes, but I promise you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams and invaluable knowledge along the way. Deal?” she said firmly.
“Ok, I’d be a fool not to agree. So, when does school start and what’s the first lesson?” I asked.
“Tonight, as soon as we can get out of here. And we’ll start with first date stuff. Kissing, a skill vastly underrated and often overlooked by horny boys with a hot load in their balls, like you.” she said with a little scolding tone and then added, “And making out. We’ll get to serious sex. But not tonight.”
We paid the check and practically ran for the car.
As I drove home, she started to talk about tonight’s lesson.
“Kissing is so important. You can tell a lot about your partner by how they kiss. How you kiss tells me how you’re going to use your mouth everywhere else. So, you want to show your partner that you know what you’re doing and how you’re going to eat pussy, ass, everything. Make sense?”
“Yes. Go on” I said
“Your lips and your tongue have such fine control and so many nerve endings, so they’re capable of both delivering and receiving so much stimulation. I’m not saying you can get a girl to come by kissing her, but you definitely can prevent it and if you do it well, she’ll be begging you to
put your mouth elsewhere.”
By this time, we were home and walking into the house. I wanted to rip her clothes off, but I knew that wasn’t a good idea. But I did remember the wine in the fridge, so I took it slow and suggested we get some wine and then settle down on the couch and get started on the practical side of the lesson.
“Mmmm. Good boy. You’re going to be such a great lover.” she complimented my suggestion.
I opened the wine, poured two glasses and brought them over to her.
She took the glass from me and said, “Class is now in session. From here, we shouldn’t need to do much talking.” She dipped her finger into her wine, rubbed some on her lips and then moved closer to me.
She started with mouth closed, softly puckered her lips and just barely touched her lips to mine, lightly grazing over mine while moving both her lips and her head so that the contact was fleeting and unpredictable. She did this a few times, just getting closer and closer to me. She stopped, applied more wine and resumed, now a bit firmer. After a moment, she stopped and whispered, “Now you”. She leaned back and I approached her and basically repeated her moves.
“Good.” She said quietly into my mouth, “I’m getting warmed up, notice my breathing increase.” I hadn’t, but now paid attention.
She gently pushed me back, straddled me and moved closer, pressing her lips to mine and sent her tongue just barely into my mouth, seeking out my tongue and fluttering against it. She moved around, varying the angle and pressure of her lips and tongue. I leaned back, and enjoyed her attention, taking in all of the sensations.
Like before, she stopped after a few minutes. “Now you lead” and I did as she’d done, moving faster, pressing harder.
She withdrew and said softly, “Good. Quiz time. Your kisses can tell your partner what you want, what’s coming. What did those first kisses tell you that I want?”
“Gentle caresses, slow and tender touches. Lovemaking, not fucking.” I answered getting the idea.
She then moved aggressively toward me, wrapping her arms around me, sending her tongue deep into my mouth, momentarily overwhelming me. She then quickly withdrew.
“That said fuck me now.” I answered without hesitation.
She leaned in and gave me a quick, hard peck on the lips.
“Yeah, that’s no sex. That’s goodbye. Easy.”
She came back in and did what looked like the same quick peck thing but just a little softer, a little slower and with a bit of an open mouth and a tip of tongue peeking through.
“Oooh, I want you, but I don’t want everyone around us to know.” I said proudly.
“Ok. You got this.” she said happily, “W to practice a bit? It’s still early and our first date. I want to enjoy being close to you on the couch with some wine so let’s make out for a while. Nothing more. You’ll see why.”
I’d always rushed past kissing, trying to get to more interesting places like her tits or into her pants as soon as possible. Slowing down got me to focus on how it felt and how she was responding to me.
We kissed for a while, slowly and softly and fasted and harder, taking breaks to sip wine and tasting it from each other’s lips.
“Ok, let’s move things up a tiny bit. Let’s get into erogenous zones. Ever heard that term?” she asked.
“Sensitive spots, right?” I answered.
“Yes,” she replied, “but specifically, sensitive to sexual stimulation. Erogenous zones are the first step in foreplay. You know foreplay, yes?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Good. So where are my erogenous zones?” she asked,
I shrugged.
She laughed and said, “that’s a good answer at this point because everyone is a little different, different zone will more responsive than others. There are the obvious ones,” she pointed at her nipples, her pussy, my cock, “but this is a first date, you can’t start there so what other zones do you think you could try? Don’t tell me, explore and figure it out yourself.”
I began kissing her lips, then tried gently on her closed eyelids. She gave me an ‘Mmmm’ and a little nod. I tried else on her face, not much response. I tried right on her ears, she giggled a little, then I kissed behind her ears and down her neck and immediately noticed her lean into it and sigh softly. And I felt her body subtly relax.
I started to explore lower, she quietly said, “don’t rush, you’re missing one.”
I looked at her with a little confused look.
She smiled, said, “my hair, or more accurately, my scalp. Run your fingers through my hair.”
Hunh. Never thought of that.
She added, “it sounds old fashioned, but blowing gently in the ears works too, but maybe that’s just me. ”
I gave that a try, just gently letting my breath warm her ears.
“You can whisper, too.” she added, “We’ll get to dirty talk another day. I think this morning showed you how effective that can be.” she said with a little giggle. And then added, “okay keep exploring, but remember, go slow. The idea is to make her want you to do more. Let the desire and the tension build.”
I resumed at her ear and worked my way down her neck, little wisps of kisses. I stay at the bend of her neck, when she pressed her head against me and shuddered a bit. “Mmmm, good, that’s a good one on me.”
I moved to straddle her, she indicated yes, and I went a little harder around her collarbones. She threw her head back, arched her back and gasped. This was definitely working. It felt like slow motion, but I could feel her breathing picking up, and mine, too.
She whispered, “you can use your hands, too, but no undressing me. And don’t forget about the lips. Come back to my lips, use your kisses to tell me what’s coming.”
I held her head gently in my hands, kissed her deeper, harder, and she responded in kind. I’d indicated I wanted to go further, and she gave me the go ahead.
I took a little bit of a chance, and lowered my face down upon her chest, pressing kisses on her chest and down to her breasts through her dress. She whispered, “Unzip me.” I reached behind her neck, slowly guided the zipper down. She let the front of her dress fall forward, revealing a black lace bra. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her chest against me. My cock was on the rise. Her hips had begun to rock, and her legs had splayed about a bit. I saw the stocking tops and slid down and eased her legs apart. I could see her panties. She leaned back, tilted her hips upward and groaned but then quickly opened her eyes, closed her legs and sat up.
“Stop. Too far.” she said a little tensely,” Come back up here.” and patted the couch seat next to her. I sat down, a bit dejected. She held her dress front back up covering her chest.
“I told you, go slow. Imagine if instead of me stopping, you’d stopped, what do think I’d be doing and saying now. You had me ready to pull my panties off and sit on your face. We’re not gonna do that now, but you want to have her wishing you were. Be a little bit of tease. This is our first date, remember?”
“Yeah, I get all that. But what do I do with this?” I said, grabbing my dick through my pants.
She stood up and said, “Thanks, Joe. That was a great date. I had fun tonight. It was so romantic, and you were so thoughtful and respectful. I didn’t know you were a good kisser, too. Good night.”
And she with that, she turned and walked a few steps away from me.
I stood there, a little shocked, and a lot disappointed.
She then stopped, stood with her legs wide, bent at the waist and hiked up her dress, I could see her stockings and her silky panties. Staring straight at me, she pulled her panties down, showing me her pussy. She stood back up, turned toward me.
“What would any red-blooded boy normally do after his date left him that way?” She asked, panties dangling from her fingers.
I gave her a little smirk.
“Yup.” She said with a wink. She pressed the panties into her wet pussy, rubbed them around a bit and tossed them to me, and then turned, walked down the hall, stepped into her room, she called back to me, “Good night, Joel! I had a wonderful time. Can’t wait for our next date!” and shut the door.
I pressed the panties to my face, deeply inhaling her delicious scent.
She called through the door. “I’m going to jerk off now. You can listen if you want.”
I hurried to her door, wrapped her silky panties around my throbbing cock, and listened as she fingered herself to orgasm, talking dirty the whole time, and finally crying out, “Come with me.” And as if on command, I pumped my load into her used panties.
Stay tuned for more.
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