My Mom Uses Me

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“Momma! Momma! Momma!” I gasped out as my orgasm was pulled from the center of my being. “I’m gonna cum, Momma! I’m gonna cum!” I shouted. She kept her mouth on me and continued to suck and suck and suck.

“Momma! Oh, Momma! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I growled out, holding her head as I came in her mouth, gasping. She took my essence in her loving mouth. I came and came and came. So much flooded her mouth. My Momma was so good to me, I heard little swallowing noises as she took my seed into her belly. I filled her tummy.

I fell back to Earth once I was drained, and Momma let my spent cock slip from her lips.

“That was nice wasn’t it, Honey?” she said, getting up off the cushion of the coffee table. I glanced down at her pelvis and was rewarded with the view of her lovely hairy pussy. Then she reached for her panties and pulled them up, hiding her center from me. Then repeated the motion with her sweatpants, hiding her panties from me.

“Nice?” I said, dumbfounded in post orgasmic bliss. Then regained my thoughts. “Yes Momma, it was very nice. Thank you.” I said politely.

“You’re welcome, dear.” she said, standing up, and reaching behind her to rehook her bra. I stared at her breasts as they wiggled so slightly in the confines of her bra. “And thank you for the massage. Can you hand me my shirt.”

Snapping back into reality I looked down for her shirt. “Uh, yeah!” I found it and handed it to her. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, Honey.” She tugged her shirt over her head and breasts. “Get yourself proper, I’ll make some dinner.” She said.

I looked down at myself and wondered how my pants got down to my knees. What just happened? Did all of that just happen? To me?

Mom walked into the kitchen and I shuffled my legs from under the couch and pulled my sweatpants up. I think I was in shock. I got up and headed to my room. I saw that the stereo was still on, sometime during the massage the record stopped. I didn’t even notice Dolly had stopped singing. I turned off the stereo and went into my room.

I laid in bed going over and over in my head what had just happened. It was supposed to be a simple massage. One I had done dozens of times before. Then she changed the script and I massaged her bare skin, slowly undressing her. Then I fingered my Mom and made her cum, then she sucked me until I came in her mouth. I was hard again.

“Dinners ready, Donny!” Mom called from the kitchen. I looked at the clock, I had been lost in my thoughts for over an hour.

Dinner was chicken and rice. The small talk was about work for that day. After dinner I helped Mom clean up the dishes. Then she went to the living room to watch TV; Roseanne or maybe Walker, Texas Ranger. I wasn’t sure what to do, I was always awkward with women, I still am all these years later. So I just went to my room to listen to music and reread some comics I still had in an old shoebox. I was just trying not to think about what happened. But it was the pink elephant; you tell someone not to think of pink elephants and that’s all they can think about then, pink elephants. My pink elephant had a nice round bottom, and nice full breasts, and pretty yellow panties, and a beautiful, plump, hairy pussy. A hairy pussy that squeezed my fingers. And a lovely, hungry mouth that ate me up until their tummy was full.

“I’m going to bed, Donny, don’t stay up too late!” Mom called from the living room. Still being motherly even though I was eighteen now and could make my own decisions on staying up late if I wanted to.

“Goodnight, Mom!” I called back.

“Goodnight!” She echoed.

I turned off my music and listened. After I heard her bedroom door close I pulled out my aching cock and stroked it to fantasies of what happened and what could have happened. I came hard into a tee shirt and tossed it in the laundry basket. I did my own laundry – I’m an adult, yay! – so I didn’t have to worry about Mom seeing my mess. The thoughts still swam through my head so I masturbated a second time before finally falling asleep.

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