To fully explain how my mother ended up with a mouthful of my semen on the
freeway two days ago, I have to go back a bit.
During the
summer of 1997, I got in a car wreck, and I took a crunch to the spine.
I spent a few months in the hospital with a serious bruise around my lower
lumbar region. I was eventually OK, but I retained a strange reminder
of the accident. I don't know the medical part of it, but about twice
a month, I would get an extremely strong erection, one that demanded instant
gratification on pain of blue balls. The doctors told me this was a normal
side effect of the injury.
My mother
didn't think so. Whenever the occasion arose and I was around her, I could
usually get into a bathroom so she'd never know. But now and then, I'd
be stuck in the same room with her, and so I'd have to whip it out in
front of her. The doctors had told her about the hard-ons (to my embarrassment),
so she knew it was going to happen now and then. But she would always
regard me with a demeanor that reminded me that it was not good form to
masturbate in front of your mother. There was this one time when she was
putting up wallpaper in the only bathroom in the house, and she had just
stuck the paper to the wall over the toilet when I came roaring into the
room, hard-on in hand. I ended up whacking it into the bowl while she
stood above me, pressing the bubbles out of the paper. I didn't have the
courage to see if she was looking when I ejaculated.
Two days
ago, I was driving my mother back home from Los Angeles. I had gone to
pick her up from the airport, and we had a three-hour drive ahead of us.
We chatted amiably about her trip and what all she had to do when she
got home.
About half
an hour out of the city I felt my penis stir. I soon realized it was one
of The Boners. I began to squirm uncomfortably, cursing my luck. Not now!
I could feel Mom staring at me. When I looked at her, I saw her trying
not to notice the bulge in my jeans. I weighed my options, and then finally
unzipped my pants with my non-driving hand. Sorry, Mom, I got to take
care of this one.
She began
to squirm uncomfortably. I could see her ticking off options in her head,
and eventually running out. Well, I guess, she said, resigned. Do what
you have to do.
I eased my
penis from my jeans and stared to beat off. I could see her trying not
to look, but since there was nothing else but trees to look at, she eventually
gave up and settled her eyes on my penis. I didn't think there was much
wrong with that. She was a woman. Minutes passed, and she watched in silence.
Then she spoke.
What are
you going to do when you when you have to finish? she asked.
I thought
about it. Uh I'll just pull over and do it onto the street.
We careened
onto an overpass. Traffic came to a standstill. Ten minutes passes with
no movement. There were people on either side of us. There was no way
I was going to be able to stick my dick out the door. It looked like Mom
could see that too. A guy in a red monster truck on our right side could
see into our car. He nudged the girl next to him, and her eyes went wide
when she saw what I was doing.
Then I began
to feel the orgasm coming on. I felt Mom eyeing my rock-hard penis. What
are you going to do, honey? she asked. You know I don't want you to, I
don't want it all over the inside of the new car.
Do you have
anything in here for me to do it into? I asked, breathless.
We looked
around. Nothing but a load of dry cleaning in the back seat. Silk. I began
to stroke faster. It was coming.
She sighed
with exasperation. Well, I can't have you do it all over the windshield.
Don t worry, I'll take care of it. I thought she meant she was going to
use the silk shirt, but I was unprepared for what she did next. Seemingly
in slow motion, she leaned forward over my lap and placed her hand on
my knee. I saw her lips part, and her head continued further down. I felt
frozen, only able to keep jacking off. Then I felt the heat of her mouth
form a tight seal over the head of my penis. She's going to catch it in
her mouth. Your mother.
I lost my
hard-on. She looked up at me, perturbed, as if it was perfectly natural
for her to have her lips wrapped around my penis. Her expression seemed
to say, how dare your dick go soft in my mouth?
Um, what
s the matter? she asked, poised over my cock.
You, you
just surprised me. I just didn't know you were going to, to do that.
She shrugged.
Well, you know it doesn't mean anything. It s OK, you just go ahead and
I'll take care of it.
I began to
jack off again. She kept her face inches away, watching vigilantly. The
guy and girl in the red truck were staring, aghast. They talked briefly,
then the girl waved to me and mouthed something. It looked like, Is that
your mom? Then when I neared orgasm again, Mom took the head of my cock
into her mouth again. Again I lost it. She gave the same exasperated sigh.
You know I'm going to want to get this done by the time we get home, honey.
Sorry, Mom.
Once more,
that look of ticking off options. Then she gave me a serious look. You're
not allowed to tell Dad about this, OK?
She slipped
her hand around my hard shaft and gave it a few strokes. Her handling
was expert. Then she lowered her head and began to suck, sliding her mouth
up and down my cock. It was wonderful, the most incredible blow job I've
ever had. But it was anything but clinical. She took it out of her mouth
to run her tongue up and down the shaft a few times, then sucked it again.
She deep-throated it a few times, gagging once. She even hiked my jeans
down to explore my balls with her tongue. As I listened to her breathe
quietly, the novelty of what she was doing hit me. She's trying to make
you come. Here you are, surrounded by rush hour traffic with your cock
in your mother's mouth, and she is going down on you, using all her experience
to get you to come into her mouth. She wants you to come into her mouth.
She really
did look like she was enjoying it.
That did
it.
I felt the
heat at the tip of my cock, the release of pre-come, and then the seven
or eight forceful spurts. She stopped moving her head while I came, stroking
the underside of my cock with her tongue in the rhythm of my orgasm. I
arched in the seat, thrusting my hips against her face. Then when it was
over, she took her mouth off of it, making an ungainly slurping sound
as she lost suction. She drew her thumb over the tip of my penis to wipe
away the string running to her lips. She looked at me, her mouth full,
a loop of semen dangling from her lips. She gave me an eyebrows-up face,
then opened the door. I heard her spit a few times, loud over the dinging
of the open door. Then she turned back to me, grabbed my cock, and gave
it a few motherly sucks to clean it off.
I shot the
red truck a look. Both the guy and girl were smiling, giving me the thumbs-up.
She settled
back in her seat, licking her lips. You re welcome, honey.
Wow thanks,
Mom. I stammered, searching for something to say. You, uh, you give really
great head.
Thanks. I
could tell she was just as flustered. I didn't think you would ever find
out, though. She gave me a smile, and then smacked her lips a few times.
Let's stop for a Coke at the next exit, OK?
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