My Life - S01 E07

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My Life - S01 E07

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

"Ya, they feel really cool."

"Well while we're in her, I'll help you clean up from earlier, and go ahead and take care of him again", she said with a smile, "besides, doing it in the shower is the best option for less mess." She squeezed some of my dad's body wash into her hands and lathered it up. Then began washing it all over the areas I had gotten cum on myself in the bed.

I just stood there silently and watched as she washed my stomach, thighs, hips, and eventually moving to my crotch. She moved to my right, standing partially behind me, and to my side. She reached around me with her soapy hand and grasped my dick and began stroking. I let my head tip back, looking up at the ceiling of the shower with my eyes closed. My time playing with her boobs had really gotten me worked up, because even though I had just cum a lot in bed, I still came again in no time.

I let out a groan as I blew my second load of the morning. My eyes were still closed, but I could feel a significant amount semen shooting out of me. My orgasm ended and my mom stopped jerking. I lowered my head and opened my eyes. Cum was splattered on the shower wall in front of me.

"Wow sweetie! You still came that much even after cumming in bed already?!" I didn't really have an answer for her, I just looked at her bashfully. She smiled at me, "well let's get cleaned up and go eat breakfast."

We got out of the shower and dried off. I watched mom towel off and get dressed, staring at her body the whole time, not bothering to hide my gaze. I'd decided to accept that if she was OK with it, then I was too.

Mom tossed our cum soaked clothes, along with her bed sheets, into the washer and we ate breakfast in the kitchen. We talked like mother and son. She told me what chores she wanted me to get done today, I told her what homework I needed to finish by Monday. Our day was planned out. She was going to run errands while I did homework, then when she got home she was going to do some house work while I did my chores.

"How often do you normally masturbate?" She asked while I was taking a sip of orange juice. I nearly choked, not so much because of the actual question, but because she asked it so matter-of- factly, like she was asking if I wanted toast or something. Her plain facial expressions showed that she thought nothing of asking that question while we were sitting at the table.

"Um, a few times a day." I felt like I was confessing to a crime.

"When usually? Do you have a schedule that you like to follow?" She inquired, with the same calm tone.

"I wouldn't say it's a schedule, but I like to do it in the morning

when I wake up, when I get home from school, and before bed.

Those are my standard times. But I also like if I can take care of myself either before or after dinner too. On the weekends I still do it before and after sleeping, but everything during the day is up in the air, It depends on what we have going on."

"I see", she nodded thoughtfully, "that's a good plan, and so far we've done a pretty good job sticking to that routine haven't we?" She seemed proud of herself, "I took care of it last night before bed, then this morning when you woke up, and we even got an extra one in there during the shower, so let's keep it up! When I get home from my errands, I'll take care of you, and then before dinner I'll do it again, and then of course once more before bed, sound good? I really like being able to help you with this, plus it's like our little secret. So from now on whenever you're feeling like you would want to masturbate, tell me, and I'll take care of it instead."

"Ok..." I didn't really know what else to say. Not only did my mom just offer to jerk me off at least three more times today, she also just said that she'd do it whenever I asked... indefinitely! My mind was spinning.

"OK, well I'm going to go get ready then head out." And with that my mom hoped up, kissed me on the forehead and walked upstairs.

I went to my room and started on my homework. Mom called up the stairs to say goodbye and headed out, leaving me with my thoughts. My mind eventually settled down and I was able to concentrate on school work. After about 2 hours I heard mom come in the door, and yell "hey Adam I'm home!" I said 'ok' and continued my homework. After several minutes of putting away the stuff she bought at the various stores she'd gone to, she came upstairs and into my room.

"Hey sweetie, how's it going?"

"Good, I'm almost done, I shouldn't have to do any tomorrow." I answered. We were completely back in mother-son conversation mode.

"Oh, good for you! Are you ready for another hand job?" was totally ready for the question, but the completely nonchalant way she asked me, her son, if I wanted her, my mother, to give me yet another hand job was still hard to get used to.

"Ya, definitely."

"Ok, take off your shorts and sit on the edge of your bed."

I did as I was told, pulled my shorts and boxers completely off. The idea that my mom was about to jerk me off again was enough to the air, It depends on what we have going on."

"I see", she nodded thoughtfully, "that's a good plan, and so far we've done a pretty good job sticking to that routine haven't we?" She seemed proud of herself, "I took care of it last night before bed, then this morning when you woke up, and we even got an extra one in there during the shower, so let's keep it up! When I get home from my errands, I'll take care of you, and then before dinner I'll do it again, and then of course once more before bed, sound good? I really like being able to help you with this, plus it's like our little secret. So from now on whenever you're feeling like you would want to masturbate, tell me, and I'll take care of it instead."

"Ok..." I didn't really know what else to say. Not only did my mom just offer to jerk me off at least three more times today, she also just said that she'd do it whenever I asked... indefinitely! My mind was spinning.

"OK, well I'm going to go get ready then head out." And with that my mom hoped up, kissed me on the forehead and walked upstairs.

I went to my room and started on my homework. Mom called up the stairs to say goodbye and headed out, leaving me with my thoughts. My mind eventually settled down and I was able to concentrate on school work. After about 2 hours I heard mom come in the door, and yell "hey Adam I'm home!" I said 'ok' and continued my homework. After several minutes of putting away the stuff she bought at the various stores she'd gone to, she came upstairs and into my room.

"Hey sweetie, how's it going?"

"Good, I'm almost done, I shouldn't have to do any tomorrow." I answered. We were completely back in mother-son conversation mode.

"Oh, good for you! Are you ready for another hand job?" was totally ready for the question, but the completely nonchalant way she asked me, her son, if I wanted her, my mother, to give me yet another hand job was still hard to get used to.

"Ya, definitely."

"Ok, take off your shorts and sit on the edge of your bed."

I did as I was told, pulled my shorts and boxers completely off.

The idea that my mom was about to jerk me off again was enough to get my juices flowing, and my prick started to stiffen. My mom was standing in front of me and, without warning, pulled off her shirt then removed her bra and sat down on the bed next to me, completely toppless. I hid my shocked expression. She grabbed my dick, leaned forward and dripped spit on to it and started smearing it around the head and down the shaft. She sat up straight and started stroking me with her right hand.

"Adam, have you ever kissed a girl?" She asked, looking me in the eyes while continuing her hand job.

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 leaned 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 I took in the devastation of blowing my load uncovered, I saw that 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!" I 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 I was thinking that I would just give you blowjobs.." My heart lept back up and into my throat!