Forbidden Love – Part 5

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Chapter 5

The rest of the week was a blur to me. I was walking on air from the realization that I had actually caressed and sucked my mother’s breast and more importantly, she had not protested and she had not been drinking, so she knew what I was doing. I could still feel her hard nipple searing the palm of my hand and the soft nub between my lips. Then of course there was the kiss … a kiss like few sons would ever know, but I knew and I felt incredibly privileged. Her lips had been soft and wet against mine and her tongue had stirred me wildly. The thought and memory of our kiss made me masturbate several times during the long week.

I was almost giddy with excitement and if I hadn’t already been prepared for my finals, I would have been in big trouble. My only thought was about Friday when I hoped that we would get our typical movie and sit in the family room and watch. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I knew I wanted more. How much more would obviously be up to her. Unfortunately, I had no idea what she was thinking. Was she chastising herself for allowing me to kiss her and play with her breast? Was she going to tell me that she couldn’t allow that anymore? Was she just going to cancel our Friday night movie? That scared me the most. I figured if I had her alone with some wine and a romantic movie I could surely convince her to let me take a few liberties. But if she decided not to have our Friday evening get together, all could be lost. I was worried sick by the end of the week.

When she told me on Thursday that she wouldn’t be able to pick me up at school on Friday, I figured I was in trouble. She apologized and said she couldn’t get off work early. Friday, I stopped at the video store after school and picked up a movie anyway. This time it was a chick flick so I was hoping I could talk her into watching.

When she came home from work, I greeted her with a big smile and a kiss on the lips. “I passed everything with flying colors,” I said, beaming.

“Really? How do you know this already?”

“My chemistry teacher graded the tests right there in class and I aced it. Biology was a little tougher, but I am sure I got at least a B. Trigonometry was a breeze and World Studies wasn’t much of a test. So, I made it.”

“I’m so proud of you, Jerry,” my mother said and hugged me tightly. Then she kissed me on the lips again, this time it lasted a bit longer. “So do you want to know where we are going on vacation?”

“Of course. You know I’ve tried everything, including outright bribery to get you to tell me.”

She laughed. “Okay, we’re going to Barbados. We leave next Saturday for two weeks.”

I broke out with a big smile. “Two weeks in Barbados, cool. I knew it would be someplace sunny. That’s great, Mom.” I hugged her again.

When she pulled away, she said, “We can do something special tonight if you want to.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by something special, but I was really looking forward to our pizza and movie, or more honestly, our cuddling on the sofa. “Uh … I would just as soon have our standard movie and pizza, if that’s all the same to you.”

“No problem. I was hoping you wanted to stay home because I’m bushed anyway. We had a crazy week at work.”

“Sorry to hear that. I’ll order the pizza for seven or so. I already have a movie rented. Chick flick.”

My mother smiled. “Good. I’ll take a long soaking bath and then be down.”

I had the movie in the machine, the pizza and wine on the coffee table, and was ready by seven thirty. I decided to be a little more risky and wear my white briefs instead of my normal boxers. I was sitting on the sofa when my mother came down. I was disappointed to see that she was wearing jeans instead of her typical bathrobe.

We sat and watched the movie, ate pizza and drank wine-only one bottle tonight. Mom snuggled up next to me, placing her head on my shoulder. I lifted my arm and placed it over her shoulder. It was a nice evening in spite of the fact that I had hoped for more. When the movie was about over, I noticed that my mother’s head felt heavy on my chest. Her breathing was regular so I figured that she had fallen asleep. I moved back a little and felt my mother’s head slip down my chest until it was resting in my lap. The pressure of her head brought the normal reaction … an erection. As usual I lost the battle to will my cock not to get hard-of course I didn’t really want to prevent my erection. The weight of her head forced my cock to throb. I was about to lose my mind when I felt my mother stir in her sleep. She slipped her hand, which had been on my thigh, under her cheek.

Suddenly her head was on the back of her hand and the palm was resting on my cock. My heart was beating wildly as I wondered what to do. Should I wake her? Of course I couldn’t. Like the six pervert that I am, I decided to move my hips gently up and down to increase the stimulation in hopes of bringing myself off without her knowing. That would be better than nothing, I thought.

Then, incredibly, I felt my mother’s hand moving. It was almost imperceptible at first, but there was definite movement. Suddenly I realized what she was doing. She was searching for the opening of my underwear. My heart skipped a beat as her hand slipped inside my shorts and wrapped around my cock. Good God, my mother has my cock in her hand, I screamed in my head. I looked down, but all I could see was the back of her head. She obviously was not asleep.

Her hand began to slowly move up and down on my cock. I could now feel her warm breath on the head of my cock through the thin material of my shorts. That alone was almost more than I could stand. I began to tremble as she began working my cock out of my shorts. I sucked in my breath when I felt my cock released into the cool room air. A second later something warm and wet covered the head.

I couldn’t suppress a moan … my mother had the head of my cock in her mouth … she was sucking my cock! My mother was sucking my cock! I wanted to scream for joy but kept my mouth shut with the exception of a few moans. Suddenly I could feel her tongue working on the swollen head, flicking at the drooling slit before twirling it around the surface. She didn’t take more than just the head into her mouth. She sucked it slowly and lovingly as her hand began to pump up and down my shaft. This was like a dream. I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was really awake. I gently placed my hand on the back of her neck and felt her warm skin. I forced myself not to push her head down.

My hips, which had stopped moving with the initial shock, began to move again. I lifted them in little twitches, trying to force more of my shaft into her mouth. She resisted and continued the maddening teasing of the head. It felt like the head was growing bigger by the second. My balls were squirming in their sacks and I could feel them tightening in preparation for climax.

Should I warn her? I wondered. It was the manly thing to do; yet I was only a boy and could be excused for my impulsiveness. I threw my head back and began to moan. “Mom, Mom, Mom,” I gasped. That should have been warning enough. Yet she didn’t stop sucking and began to move her hand faster. With a long gasp from my lips, I lifted my hips and screamed. My cock spasmed and began to shoot it’s content into my mother’s sucking mouth. The first blast felt huge and was followed by several rapid and strong squirts. Incredible pleasure rushed through me and I could think of nothing but my mother’s sucking mouth and my squirting cock. It seemed to last much longer then when I did it myself and it felt a heck of a lot better. When the throbbing slowed and the last dribble was sucked from the head, I relaxed back onto the sofa. My mother held my cock in her mouth until it had wilted. Then she abruptly stood up, but she didn’t look at me. I figured she was having second thoughts about what she had just done. I watched with my heart still beating rapidly as she walked out of the room without saying a word.

When I looked down at my now shrunken cock, there was only a dribble of cum at the head. My mother had either swallowed my cum or left the room to spit it out. I, of course, fantasized that she had swallowed it.