Boys Will Be Boys Ch. 02

Well it was roughly one month since I lasted submitted, Boys will be Boys part one. Life, and other projects kept me from getting Part 2 cleaned up sooner. Reading through the comments, I finally took some good advice and got myself and Editor. This is a shout out to hacker831 for editing my work, despite a heavy caseload and for doing a bang up job pointing out all the weird little mistakes I tend to miss. Part three of Boys will be Boys is in production and hopefully won't take as long to take as long to get submitted. Also west coast best coast.

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Rule 1: Michel is no longer allowed to masturbate outside the house

Rule 2: As long as Michel is at home. He may masturbate, whenever, wherever, and however he like.

Rule 3: If Michel's Mother (Anna) is around when Michel blows a load, she must dispose of the spunk.

Rule 4:?

I was sitting at the kitchen table when Mom came down stairs. She had changed her clothes after her shower as I had shot cum on her and her outfit. The smell of fruity shampoo lingered on her still. No doubt she used a liberal amount of the stuff. Her eyes where sharp razors of rage when she sat down at the table. Much to my surprise a red blemish indicative of a hickey was readily apparent on her neck. Made all the more apparent by the dark blue blouse she had on. Mom sat down and took a deep breath.

"What you did was out of line," She said much more calmly then I would have expected.

"How so?" I said playing dumb knowing full well my actions were provocative. I had used broken reasoning to get her to look up masturbation material on the computer while I jerked off. Then I violated her space by necking her. She didn't so much as utter a word in protest. Whatever this was I wasn't that worried.

"Well you shot jizz in my hair for starters, and how am I going to explain this," she said pointing that the very obvious blemish on her neck, "to my clients?" I shrugged, but didn't say anything to follow up.

She sighed again, "This might be partially my fault. You see I didn't account for your growing needs. Admittedly the second rule is vague and not so well defined."

"So what are you upset about?" I asked, leaning back. "The rules say I can jerk off anyway I wanted, so long as it's in the house."

"Yes, that's technically true," She said, sounding exasperated and squirming little in her chair. "I am upset that I didn't anticipate you would use me in your masturbation sessions. I didn't expect to be any kind of assistance, let alone a central part in you pleasuring yourself. I think what I am most upset about is that you didn't even ask me to help in that way. You simply walked in and started bullying me with the rules to do what you wanted. Not only did you make me look at all the material you used to get off," She then reached up and caressed the spot where I had given her the hickey, "but then you started using my body as way of reliving your lust. It wasn't loving either," The breaking down her grievance was getting me a little horny. I was beginning to think I may have a dominate streak. "Finally after all that you came on me."

"Well actually I used the tissue to keep it from hitting you,"

"Yes and it shot right through, we both know that tissue wasn't up to muster. No, you intentionally shot me with your sperm. You wanted to get cum in my hair and mess up my cloths. The whole thing was so deceptive. I'm just going have to get thicker tissue from now on, so you can't use that little excuse."

"So we are going to keep doing this, where I can masturbate however I want?" I said grinning.

"Well yes, I'm not going to cut you off. It would be unhealthy for you, not to mention if this is how you act with me while masturbating no telling how you will act out in the world. I wouldn't imagine you raping anyone, I know you too well for that, however your behavior would definitely get you in trouble with the law," She said, standing. "So, in light of the new circumstance I am going to add some new rules."

"Mom if we are going to keep adding rules we are going to need to write these down somewhere," I replied leaning in.

"Agreed, now, as you have taken an interest in my body I am willing to assist you. However, I need a heads up on your intentions, whether it be asking me or at the very least telling me what you are going to do. For instance earlier when you told me to manage the pictures on the computer that would be an example of the rule. Now while I would prefer if you asked me, I understand if you are in desperate need of relief and a command would be quicker. I will probably help you either way but I think the courtesy of asking me will go a long way."

"Now I understand the need for spontaneity but the necking was example of rule four not in play. You just went and started kissing licking and sucking, without as much as any kind of heads up," uncomfortably, she continued. "Now coming in my hair, that was premeditated. You certainly weren't following that 4th rule. You didn't ask, and you tried to deceive your way out. If it was an accident that would be one thing but you were deliberately aiming to get me covered in cum. To the point where I had to dodge flying ropes of jizz."

"Can we formalize this, we are kind of using vague language here," I said, listening to my mother talk about all those ways I used her was turning me on and I was getting fidgety. I wanted to do all those things to her again.

"Alright," She thought for moment. "Rule number four: When requested or dire circumstance commanded, I will physically assist in the masturbation process."

"Ok," already starting to think of ways to use the rule for my benefit. "Can you refuse?"

She was silent for a moment, before saying.

"Well, that depends."

"Depends on what."

"Depends on the nature of the request."

"What if I asked if I could lick you?" I said staring at her. "Like on the face."

"I would allow it."

"What about other places," I said leaning forward.

"Let's just take it slow for now. Keep in mind if I'm running out the door on an errand or meeting with a client I will probably reject the request."

"Fair enough," I said.

"Now, rule number five. If I am assisting you, then you must warn me when you are about to cum. I am not shy about it I just want a warning is all. Does that seem fair?"

"Well, you're the one setting up the rules that allows me to do any of this in the first place so yeah, I say it's more than fair. I noticed that you didn't expressly forbid any of the stuff we did earlier, I take it I can still do all those things with you?"

"Well provided you ask," She said blushing, and looking at the floor. "I would be amicable to it." I was about to lose it and just started rubbing myself right there unbeknownst to mom.

"Are those the only two rules?"

"For now," She looked up at me and smiled. "Well I'm glad we straightened a few things out. I need to get my paper work done. How does dinner at seven sound?" She said standing up and smoothing out her skirt.

"It sounds great, but Mom," I said standing up with her.

"Yes?"

"I need your assistance, a rule number four kind of assistance." I said pulling down my pants. Mom looked at me, surprise in her eyes.

"You can't possibly be ready so soon," She whispered. I smiled as I saw the red enter her face.

"Well we have been talking about some pretty sexy stuff," I said. "Now, I'm going to need you to sit back down." For a moment she did nothing, she was obviously fighting something. Slowly she took a seat. "Now would you unbutton your blouse? Just the first two buttons should do the trick," I was slowly jerking now, I was hard for most of our conversation and I was pleased with the final consensus on the rules. I was even more overjoyed when she began to unbutton her shirt. I grabbed the collar of her dark blue blouse and pulled it open to reveal the deep cleavage of her tits. Her breasts were quite large and they were made all the more pleasing by the black bra that pushed them together.

"Got a little ahead of myself," I smiled. "Well, you see I'm going to jerk off looking at your tits," I put my hand on her shoulder. "I'm also going to lean on you for support," I said, not even bothering to ask her and just telling her. I could tell it was a formality at this point. I leaned into her putting my weight in as I looked down her shirt.

"Will this take long?" She whispered staring right at my cock that was practically in her face.

"I'll be quick," I said. "It will be quicker if you jiggle them."

"Jiggle them?" She said looking up at me, eyes all glassy.

"Your tits, jiggle your tits,"

"Oh, ok." No hesitation any more she put her hands underneath those large breasts and bounced them. Not a fast jiggle just enough to give a constant motion. She was doing everything I told her. I may have dominate streak but, mom definitely liked being told what to do. It was hard to tell who was in control, Mom, or me.

"Face or tits." I said flatly speeding up my pace.

"What?"

"Face or tits, I'm going to come on one or the other. Where do you want it landing?" For a moment she looked panicked.

"Tits!" She blurted, I don't think she realized that I could have come anywhere else.

"Alright I'm coming," I grunted, she then grabbed the lapels of her blouse and pulled them out revealing more of her chest. With that a hot spew, I blasted semen all over her neck and breasts, four to five shots landed on her tits alone and they oozed down in the crack of her cleavage. I big white rope landed on her bra itself creating a sharp contrast milky fluid on black fabric. My mother was covered in cum again for the second time that day. Her acquiescence just made me hornier. For now I was spent. Yet there still remained one last thing, a single thread of jizz connected me and my mother, who was breathing heavily. I could wipe it on her I thought. But I thought better of it. Instead I just wiped off the head myself and pulled up my pants.

"Well I'm done," I said, my mother looked like she was in shock. A second later she realized she was covered in her son's seaman again. She didn't panic, she stood up and started wiping herself off with a paper towel. "Dinners at seven right?"

"Yeah, seven," She said wiping herself down.



This day is getting better and better I thought to myself. I was brimming with ideas on how to get off. I was living the life, I could live out every sexual fantasy I ever had. The fact that my mother was the mantle for these fantasies was becoming more irrelevant by the hour. I was able to complete my home work with no more need for relief. So I set about tidying the place up. Dinner time rolled in sooner than I expected. Mom came downstairs still wearing the same blue blouse and skirt. I noticed that she had not buttoned herself up revealing the black bra and her breasts.

"What should we do for dinner tonight?" She asked me. "I'm thinking pasta sounds good."

"Sound very good," I replied, watching her tits jiggle slightly with each step. I followed her into the kitchen, a place that was becoming more and more erotic for me every time we came into the room. Mom began the preparation of the food and I helped here and there, cutting vegetables, cleaning dishes, little stuff so mom could focus on making the meal.

"You know mom," I said to her. "I noticed you hadn't buttoned yourself up."

"Well, I didn't know if you would need me in that fashion again, what with your propensity of squirting you loads directly on me. I figured leave it open just in case." She was waiting for the water to boil as she said this to me. I moved up behind her and wrapped my arms around her stomach.

"Well its working," I said close to ear. She placed her hands on the counter top. I didn't know where I was going with this but apparently mom had an idea. "Doesn't that make cleaning up so much easier?"

"Yes it's just that, it's much easier to get my skin cleaned up, rather than my expensive cloths," She said. I stuck my nose in her hair and took a deep whiff of it.

"Do you mind that I do that? Squirting jizz on your skin?" I asked. I wasn't wearing any pants, and my cock was starting to grow, and it was starting to poke out through my underwear.

"If you really need to, I guess I'll tolerate it. It's just that I would appreciate if you didn't cum on the cloths I wear for work. Some of this fabric is very delicate. Would you at least consider that?" She asked, I was now nibbling on her ear, my arms riding up under her arms to hold onto her shoulder.

"No promises mom," I was now pressing my cock into her round ass. "When the mood hits me, I don't think straight," Using her shoulders as leverage I was beginning to rub myself on her ass.

"Michel, aren't you forgetting about rule number four?" She said with a grunt as I pushed into her again.

"I had not forgotten," Rubbing into her again with such force she almost fell on the counter. "I know that rule has to do with masturbating. I had no intention of getting off from this." I began kissing her neck as talked. "I just like feeling your body is all. I got swept up in the moment," Rubbing myself on her ass felt great, her skirt was a very soft material, and this was the first time I really got to explore mom's body. I refrained from touching her breasts and crotch, but in my opinion the rest was fair game.

"Oh," She was grunting with every violent thrust, this wasn't sex but we both knew this was dry humping. I continued to put more and more weight on her back as I pressed her down on the counter top. Encouraged by the small grunts of my mother, I quickened my pace, which in turn brought out more delightful noises from her. This was so hot, I was begging to feel myself cum. Knowing the subtle signs I stopped and simply laid on moms back, breathing heavily. It was more work than expected. I was hard, tired, and despite not having cum it was nice to have a warm, soft, panting feminine body beneath me. I looked at the pot of water.

"Your water is boiling," I said getting off her, for a moment she laid there just breathing hard. With one hand she checked the back of her skirt no doubt checking for the presence of cum. Not finding any she stood up, face and chest flushed, breasts heaving, and having straightened out her skirt put the pasta in the boiling water. I however still had a raging hard on, so I grabbed the olive oil and coated my hands in it. Leaning on the counter again I began to jerk off, the oil providing the lubrication needed to speed up my strokes considerable. I knew mom was watching me. I didn't need her permission to masturbate like I was. I was not touching her body. I just imagined that my oil slick hands where my mother pussy, and combined with the recent experience put me over the edge. I began to shoot my wad on the cabinets below me, pointing my cock up I began to shot it across the counter top. I was spent. I steadied myself on the counter and looked at mom. She was breathing hard and fidgeting over her crotch. Was she getting turned on by this? Well with my recent behavior I suppose it was inevitable. Her need, was written all over her face. Wiping the oil off my cock, I then turned away from her, went over to the sink and washed my hands. When I was done I walked up to mom and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

"That was fun, do you mind cleaning up? This is a rule 3 situation," I said before sitting at the table. Her knees wobbled for a moment. Hands slightly shaking she reached for a dish towel.

"When," She said trying to catch her voice, and eventually finding it. "When dinner is done would you be a dear and do the dishes.

"I would be delighted to," I said watching mom cleaning up the mess I made.

Dinner was quiet. I would say it was awkward but I was feeling particularly tired today so it suited me just fine. It was uncharacteristic of mom however. She would talk about that houses she was trying to sell, a particular show she was interested in, or the weather. Instead she just fidgeted. She kept shifting her seat, leaning forward, or scooting on her chair. My guess was she was trying to stimulate herself. It was hot don't get me wrong but by that point I was just too dog gone tired. After dinner I cleaned up like I was asked, much to the apparent joy of mom who ran off upstairs. I just smiled to myself. I could make a guess what she was up to. The rest of the evening was spent by myself as mom did not come down stairs. I watched some shows caught up on my email, and a bunch of little thing throughout the night.

Eventually I lurched up to my bed room and fell into bed as soon as I was ready. A film reel of today's events passed under my closed eyes reviewing all the changes that had happened since morning. Apparently I could ejaculate on mom whenever I wanted, provided I give her a heads up. I still hadn't seen her naked yet but that change alone made our relationship fundamentally different than the normal configuration of loving mothers and sons. I certainly liked this arrangement. It certainly was not conventional and we would definitely get in trouble with the authorities if we were ever found out. Mom and I were taking a huge risk. Well not so big as long as we kept it in our home, and it wasn't like we were having sex.

The dry humping episode in the kitchen flashed in my mind the instant I thought about that. Well not penetrative sex. As I went over that scene in my head over and over again, I was definitely bending the rules if not outright breaking them. When I started thrusting into mom, she could have called foul right there. She could have pushed me away and ended our arrangement. She didn't end it when I came on her without asking the first time in her office either. No, she was getting something out of this, it was something she wanted. I was horny again. I lightly stoked myself as thought about our complicated relationship. She was definitely acting the submissive, yet her being my mother put her higher in the balance of power. I know I was getting off violating that supposed power she had set up in this scenario. Well not so much breaking the rules but just bending them. As I continued jerking off I found that I had gotten too used to having mom around. I got out of bed and headed down the hall to her room and sleepily shuffled right in.

"Michel?" said mom who was wearing a night gown and reading a book. "Is something wrong?" She asked a little concern in her eyes.

"Couldn't sleep," I yawned. "To horny."

"I see," She said putting her book back on the night table. "I'm assuming you will need my assistance?"

"Just your presence," I said. "I just like having you around when I do this," I walked over to her dresser and started opening drawers.

"Well that's sweet...I think. What are you looking for?"

"Found it," I said, shuffling around in her dresser I pulled out what I was looking for. Turning around I showed them to her. "A pair of your softest panties" I said grinning. They were a black pair with lace definitely something silky.

"What are you going to with those?" She asked hesitantly. "Are you going to wear them, I mean if that's what you want I respect it but does it have be now?"

"Another example of why I love you so much, you are the most understanding mother in the whole world," I then climbed on the bed lying next to her. "No, just need something to shoot my wad in."

"Does it have to be my underwear?" She said slightly aghast. I fished my cock out and began rubbing myself.

"Well I could come on your face or hair, but seeing as you have had several showers today I thought I would save you the trouble. I could also blast your sheets, and blankets, but I don't think you want to change your bed sheets or sleep in cum. These are much easier to clean."