Mom's Penis Treatment Pt. 02

"Yes, that's a good idea, Mom." Nick had his shorts and boxers off almost instantaneously.

Lying on her stomach, Connie sat up on her elbows with Nick's cock in her face. At this angle, it loomed over her like a tree trunk. She looked up at him and moved her hand to his dick. When she grasped it at the base, Nick swallowed hard and his cock swelled in her hand.

Connie began to examine it. Her face was literally four inches from his cock.

"It is looking better, but appears dry in some places." She furrowed her brow and looked up at him.

"D...do I need more oil on it?" He stammered.

"Well, let me see." Connie licked an index finger and smoothed her saliva over a "dry" part. Nick's cock throbbed in response, growing harder at her touch. She repeated this action on another dry patch of skin. "It just needs some moisture."

Before Nick could respond, Connie stuck her tongue out and gave the side of his trunk-like shaft a wet lick. She could feel Nick's body jump slightly in his seat. He was not expecting that.

Connie watched a clear bead of precum ooze from his tip and run in a thin line down the barrel of his cock.

"See? You need moisture. The shaft was getting dry, Nicky." She began using her tongue and lips to wet his dick.

Nick was speechless. There was no need for words anyway. His mom was licking and slathering her saliva all around his rock-hard shaft and he didn't want to say or do anything that would cause her to stop. He was frozen.

Connie knew how to give a blow job. She was always an enthusiastic cock sucker for Allan and she would be even more motivated to perform for her son, now.

She let her voice hum and moan ever so softly as she wrapped her tongue sideways around his cock. Her head moved as she tongued her way up and down the entire length of his pole, coating it with her spit. She knew that a slippery cock would be easier to swallow. After moving her mouth all over his dick, she repositioned herself so she could take his cock fully into her mouth.

Connie made a show of planting a full, wet kiss on his dick head. She tasted his precum on her lips, then allowed her lips to part around his thick, stiff tip.

She stretched her jaw as wide as it would go before moving down on her son's manhood. She felt the side of her lips stretch to the cracking point as her mouth accepted the fat muscle. "Hmmm." She opened her throat and took a deep breath in through her nose before forcing herself down and allowing Nick to penetrate deeper into her throat.

Once she established a half-way point, and she knew her limits, she repeated the action only faster and smoother. Now she was fucking about half of her son's cock with her mouth. She swirled her tongue as she continued to bob.

"Oh, fuck, Mom! Oh my God!" Nick repeated to vocalize his shock and praise of his new appreciation of his mother's skills as he shoved his cock up to her face where she met his thrusts eagerly. "You're driving me crazy! Keep sucking, Mom!"

Nick was surprised he hadn't cum yet. If this was his first session of the day, he wouldn't have lasted five seconds in Connie's hot little mouth. She was quite the eager cocksucker.

After a few minutes of wet slurping and head bobbing, the thickness of Nick's cock began to take its toll. Connie's jaw was stretched wide open and by the five-minute mark, it began to ache. It became very important for either Nick to cum, or for her to stop. Luckily, her son did not disappoint.

"Ohhh! Mommm! Nick called out, look out...I'm coming!"

Connie felt the heavenly warm blast against the roof of her mouth. She moaned, smiling as she felt the thick wad slide down her gullet. His next two pulses were sucked out and savored in her mouth as he bucked and gyrated his hips into her face. She loved the flavor of her son. The taste of his cock, his sweat, his semen, everything. There was nothing about Nick that Connie did not love.

As Nick emptied his balls into his mother's throat, Connie had a thought: It was now official. Connie was her son's personal and dedicated cocksucker. She smiled at her perverse thought and decided she liked the idea immensely.

Nick lie back on the couch and mumbled something unintelligible.

After taking separate showers, the two relaxed on the patio.

"What do you have planned for the rest of the day, Mom?"

"Nothing at all. Just enjoying having my son at home for the summer!" She winked.

"Do you want to go to a movie?" Nick asked.

"Nicky, are you asking me on a date?" Connie teased.

"Well, I guess I am!" Would you like to go to the movies with me, Connie?" Nick teased back.

"That's a wonderful idea! Let's see what's playing." Connie got her phone and checked the local listings.

"There's a romantic comedy playing and the Cineplex at 3:00. How's that?" She suggested.

"Let's go!" Nick said.

Connie changed into a blue skirt that was thigh-high and a low-cut white blouse. She wore black sandal pumps that accentuated her blue-colored toe nail polish.

Nick wore shorts and a collared shirt with sandals. The two drove Connie's car the ten minutes it took to get to the movie theater.

After locking the car, Nick took his mom's hand and acted like she was his girlfriend. This thrilled Connie more than she would have ever thought.

"Nicky! What will the neighbors think? What if we are spotted?" Connie whispered.

"Then they will be embarrassed when we tell them that we are on a date, won't they? Nick's matter-of-fact response both surprised and excited Connie. She looked lovingly upon her son, her lover.

The three o'clock summer matinee for the romantic comedy Connie selected was the perfect venue for the giddy couple. After getting a Diet Coke from the concession, they sat in the very back row to the far right of the door. The previews had already started and only one other couple was in the theater, seated toward the front center.

Nick couldn't care less about the movie, and neither could his mom. He reached over and kissed her full on the mouth. He was so turned on he simply could not control himself. He had wanted to kiss his mother deeply for years. He had fantasized about this since he was in his teens. Now it was finally happening. Luckily, the theater they were in was new. It had an armrest that moved up and between the seats. It was like they were on a love seat or couch.

Nick couldn't believe how much he enjoyed kissing his mom. There was something extremely familiar about the way she kissed. It could have been the similarity in her mouth to his, or the approximate amount of saliva that collected within her mouth, or how passionate she was when she kissed when she was aroused. Or the fact that she loved him as much as she did. Whatever the reason, Nick liked it. He liked it a lot. His cock immediately tented his shorts.

Connie's heart was beating out of her chest. Her lust for her son had been building steadily these past several days and she could not deny herself this exquisite taste of forbidden fruit. Her son possessed everything she was attracted to in a man and she planned to enjoy every minute of their new relationship. She quickly became lost in his kiss.

Nick's body was angled toward his mother as he kissed her wanton lips. His right arm was caressing her shoulder and neck. Her mouth was hot and wet and he was thrilled to notice that she was returning his kiss as enthusiastically as he was giving it. The two smashed their lips against each other. Their slippery, full lips, strikingly similar in shape and form, opened and closed over each other. Nick's cock nearly broke through his shorts when he felt his mom slip her tongue into his mouth desperately searching for his own.

Their saliva had built up to a thick drool and Nick could feel his mom swallow their spit as it accumulated in their mouths. They used their tongues to fuck each other, turning and twisting, thrusting and sucking. Connie was so aroused she felt as though she were on another planet, in another dimension. She was using her mouth and tongue to deliver a frenzied, physical message that said 'I love you deeply... and I want to fuck you.'

As their heads twisted and turned and merged into one tangled form, Nick let his hand wander. His mom provided the necessary encouragement through her moans and body language to urge Nick on. His large hands cupped her breasts, one after the other, and squeezed the very nipples that he nursed on for the first several months of his life. Connie moaned in response.

She loved his passion, his reciprocating French kiss, his lustful grip he had on her breast at that very moment. She felt like, and looked like, a teenager making out in the movie theater. She had never been kissed as Nick was now kissing her. She had never been held in such a loving embrace.

The two kissed and fondled each other, stroking and squeezing until the final credits rolled across the screen. The theater lights turned on and the mother and son looked at each other in shock.

"Is the movie over already?" Connie asked. They both broke out in hysterical laughter.

Nick escorted his mom out of the theater and back to the car. He drove as fast as he dared trying to get home to continue the passion, hopefully right where he left off.

There was an anxiety behind his actions that betrayed the fear that he had that his mom would get cold feet and call the whole thing off in a last-ditch attempt to be decent and appropriate.

He had nothing to worry about. Connie was so wet and sticky she would have to take a shower when she got home to clean off before she did anything else. She just couldn't wait to feel her son inside her.

The car pulled into the garage and the two lovers exited and ran inside.

Connie wrapped her arms around Nick and said,

"I feel like I'm having an affair with my son."

Nick stopped her in front of the staircase and held her in his arms, bent down and whispered in her ear: "You are." He then moved to her lips and gave her a passionate kiss.

Connie's head was spinning from the romantic turn her afternoon had taken. She was shocked, and scared at what was about to happen between her and her son. She was also as aroused as she had ever been before and needed her son desperately. She needed him next to her, on top of her, inside of her.

There was something that felt right about a relationship with her son. She knew that she wasn't the type to cheat on Allan, even after she caught him with another woman, it just wasn't in her to make herself available to another man. She never once considered her own son as a potential lover. Now it made perfect sense. She was extremely attracted to him. She already determined beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was sexually compatible with him and he was emotionally available. The reality that she was committing incest with her only child did not in any way deter her from her feelings, in fact, she derived an intense arousal from it. As she was thinking about the prospect of having a relationship with her son, she caught herself grinning and realized that she was romantically and sexually happy. She hadn't been happy in years.

She went upstairs to shower under luxuriously hot water. Washing away her day of wetness, which had resulted in her becoming quite sticky. She dried herself, applied some make up, a touch of perfume, and got into bed, not knowing at all what to expect from one moment to the next. This was a new feeling, a new situation she was in. She had two nights left with her son before Allan returned and she hoped to use her time wisely.

She heard Nick's heavy steps as he walked near her room through the hallway. Her pussy became wet again. Her nipples painfully erect.

"Mom?"

"In my room, Nicky."

Connie was embarrassed that her intentions were so obvious. What she had in mind was anything but subtle, and anything from being the mother that she had been for her son since she gave birth to him a little over nineteen years ago. She was a hot, turned-on forty-year-old woman with sexual needs that could make a porn star blush. She was ready. She wanted her Nick.

Nick heard the shower turn on in his mom's bathroom and decided to take a quick one while his mother was taking hers. He took the chance of remaining totally naked after he dried himself off. His cock was hard and bounced up and down as he proceeded to his parent's master bedroom where he hoped he would have sex with his mom.

Nick's cock stood at attention as he took in the view of his mom as she lay in her bed.

He reached down to stroke himself and she sat up, covering her breasts with the sheets.

"What are you waiting for? Get in here!" Connie smiled.

She might regret what was about to happen, and what had happened these past few days, but right now, there was nothing she wanted more in this world than to feel her son's body on her; her skin on his.

She watched with anticipation as he approached her bed stroking his fat wad of a cock. It was such a sexy sight. Nick peeled the sheet away and straddled his mother as she lay there awaiting his attention.

Connie cooed as she felt the weight of her son on her as he adjusted his position. The two embraced and began kissing softly. Connie's lips were quivering. Nick felt her hot breath on his face and her moist mouth slip and slide over his eager lips. They both moaned as any loving couple would do as they explored each other's naked bodies. Connie soon grabbed her son's cock and began stroking it as it rested to the side of her waist. She couldn't wait to finally feel it in her pussy. After an entire week of being preoccupied with this extraordinary specimen of a penis, she would finally feel it within her body.

And her body was ready. Despite her fresh shower, she could already feel her pussy throbbing between her legs, hot and wet. She even felt a trickle of her wetness seep out and run down the inside of her butt cheek. She wondered if she had ever been so excited. No, not even on her wedding night. This was new.

Nick was trembling with anticipation. Eight days ago he would never have guessed that he and his mom would become lovers in such a short span of time. His passion for her was unfamiliar to him. He had always loved his mom, always cared for her, obeyed her, cherished her. As perverse as some may believe their current relationship to be, it simply felt right to him. No shame, no guilt, no remorse, just love; a passionate, physical love as well as the emotional familial love that a son has for his mother.

Nick's left arm reached around Connie's neck and drew her closer as his right fondled and caressed her breasts, waist, and thighs. He felt his mother's nipples, her wet pussy, the curve of the arch of her lower back as he ran his hand all over body. Their tongues flicked and twisted within their kiss. Lips circling each other, then finally parting.

Nick looked into his mother's eyes and she returned the deep stare, the look of love shown in her eyes. He shifted his hips in line with hers. His cock fell against the mound of her pussy and he pulled back slightly, positioning his cock at her entrance. He felt warm wetness on his dick head. Without speaking and without breaking his stare, he entered her. Slowly, purposefully. There was no resistance. Connie's slippery-wet pussy lips parted for her son, then stretched wide to accept his girth.

Connie grabbed her son's torso and pulled him close. She gripped him as if hanging on for dear life. She wanted him deep within her immediately, but had to slow this urge in order to adjust to Nick's expansive penis.

"Umm...baby...yes, Nick. Come to Mommy, Nicky." She moaned in a deeper, sexier voice than Nick was accustomed to. Connie was delirious with pleasure as her vaginal walls spread wide as her son's cock entered her for the first time...

"Oh, Mom...this is amazing! I've never felt like this before." He whispered. Nick had filled his mom with his cock and was now simply letting it reside within her womb as he resumed kissing her.

Connie broke off and held her son's face in her hands, looking deep into his eyes and said, "I love you."

Nick pressed his cock deeper into his mom's pussy and began slowly drawing the obscenely thick member in and out of her. His pace was slow, but building speed and increasing force with every few repetitions.

"I love you, Mom." He confessed.

The bed began squeaking. Within about ten minutes he was fucking her hard, fast, and deep.

Nick's parents' king-sized bed was slamming into the back wall of their bedroom in a rhythm that could be heard from outside the home, were anyone there to hear it. Nick slammed into his mother as if his life depended on fucking her. His heavy balls made a slapping sound each time he filled her with his dick.

Connie thrust her hips to meet her son as he fucked her. Her clit swollen and sensitive, it grazed the base of his shaft until she exploded without warning.

"Nick! Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Nicky!" She shrieked. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she threw her head back.

Her orgasm sent electrical jolts throughout her body. She clamped her pussy onto his glorious cock and grabbed his body with both her arms and legs trying desperately to keep the orgasm alive and pulsing through her wanton body for as long as humanly possible. After only a few more thrusts, Nick was pumping his mother full of semen. His moans were as loud as his voice had ever sounded in his home. His head pulled back and the animal was released. He fucked his mom hard, harder than she had ever been fucked. Sweat pouring off of his face and onto his mother's neck. He collapsed in a heap on top of Connie, breathing heavily. He kept his cock in her pussy as they recovered for round two.

Through the evening and during the next day, the couple made love in the shower, then on the dining room table, in the garage, the foyer, and finally, about an hour before Connie's husband and Nick's father Allan came home, on the bed that he would be sleeping in that very night.

The rest of the next day was spent cleaning the house of anything sexual that may reveal the activities of the previous week. As they picked up and cleaned (and fucked several times), Connie and Nick discussed the future.

It was agreed that Nick would adjust his college schedule to make himself more available for his mom, for their relationship. Connie would begin seeking the advice of an attorney to prepare for divorce. They decided that they would eventually live together while Nick would keep a cheap, second apartment for show. They felt they had a decent plan as they moved forward with their relationship.

"Hello? Anybody home?" Allan roared as he hauled his suitcase in from the garage.

"Hi Honey." Connie gave her husband a polite smile and a peck on the cheek.

"Did everything go all right while I was away?" He asked as he poured himself a scotch.

"Oh yes, just fine. Nick filled in for you dear. He was a real man-of-the-house." Connie enjoyed the innuendo.

"That's great! He's going to come in handy around here this summer." Allan smiled.

"He sure is, Dear. He wants to move closer to home and commute to school next semester, so he will be able to help out around here more often, you know, when you're out of town."

Connie beamed. In her hand was the bank statement from the last billing period. She had discovered this as she was cleaning with Nick.

"Allan? I'm curious, what was the $110 florist purchase from last month? I don't recall receiving any flowers."

"Oh. Uh. Yes, Connie, I sent flowers to a client...they had a father who died." Allan stammered.

'He always was a terrible liar,' she thought, 'that bastard.'

Connie hoped Allan was as happy with his lover as she was with hers.

"Nicky and I are going to a movie. We will be out late."

"Okay, dear. I will need to go to the office for a couple of hours." Allan replied.