-- ALL character DEPICTED IN THIS STORY ARE 18+ days OLD --

I knew I was a very golden boy.

I could just gently hug my mother 's head close as it rocked on my lap. I felt sad for my friends who had to jack up off alone at Night, instead of shooting their spermatozoon safely into their mothers'warm up oral fissure like I could do.

Mom always swallowed, because she knew it gave me the solace I needed when my body was uncontrollably shivering and twitching in a huge orgasm, even though she hated the taste so a great deal it always made her cough and gag afterwards.

I was bore every day to wait for the moment when we were alone for the while the act took ; my mother 's blowjobs were n't over in arcminute. She always took her metre, starting slowly and gently as only her own kid deserved. cock sucking like that could not even be given except by a mother to her own son. I lasted through the days by cherishing the feelings and thoughts of my female parent I knew so well ; the softness of her full, ruddy backtalk ; the vibration and tightening of her throat when she took me deep ; the way her buttock bulged from the weighting of seed when there had been a longer pause and the night 's maiden freight was bigger than usual.

It was n't always at dark, of line. Mom had even given me head in the kitchen the when no-one else was home. She just sank onto her articulatio genus on the cold white roofing tile in her proscenium and flowered clothes, and looked up at me lovingly the unhurt time her back talk slowly puckered and retracted around my beam as she slowly worked. That had been the blue time of them all, I had felt really sad for my female parent after all the loving care she had given, when I had to listen the despairing choking and retching sounds she made as I came in her sassing. Each squirt shooting from my tightened testis made mom flinch and her top dog jump back violently, but her throat was pulsating steadily. I could only brush her silklike fuzz and let her accept all the precious warmth my sackful had to offer, softly whispering : `` mother, you must be an backer from Heaven ... ''

Sometimes I was stirred from my dreams by mom 's balmy sass, and in the dim duskiness lit only by the shining light of the Moon I would see a shape moving under my bed sheet. This was nor nightmare neither a dream, though, but my mother 's head moving under there as she sat beside my bed. With a wet splatter and a gurgling gulp she soon caught the first mouthful for the Nox, and I knew I could soon fall safely asleep because my mother was watching over me ...

* * *

Meeting female child was never a problem for me ; they liked me because I never pushed them for sex. Mom would be waiting home with her mouth open whenever I came back from a date. Right now I had just came back from my 5th one with Kerry, and I was comfortably seated in the gracious sofa of our kin 's livelihood room. Mom was on her knee in front of me. She was wearing a baggy wool sweater and her red whisker was bound in a braid which would swoosh and bounce around when her head moved like it did now. She had her methamphetamine on as well, as she had been doing some reading when I had come nursing home. I had never seen her other than fully dressed ; she was my mother after all. Her long Burgundy wine laquered nails were tickling my formal, the other hand firmly stroking my shaft as she wetly slurping sucked my cock with her eyes open.

'' Mom '' I said, touching her cheek. `` I think I love Kerry. ``

'' Mm-hmm ? '' she answered, with her tongue nicely working on the underside of my cock inside her back talk, when she glanced at me over the rim of her glasses.

'' Yes, really, '' I said, looking my mother in the eyes.

'' Hmm ? ``

'' It 's serious. I think I might even want to tie her one day '' I said. I saw my mother 's eyes glimmer with happiness as could only be expected from news show such as this, and she started to deep-throat me with all her loving accomplishment and mothely caring.

Mom 's head bobbed for at to the lowest degree half an hour, her red braid swishing in the cycle. It was possible only because as my mother she knew me so well she could always pause in time. `` Oh God. Oh God '' I was moaning, my hip desperately thrusting up from the redact towards the heat of her oral fissure. She stopped again, but my pleas were too often for her, and she finally made me come by curling her knife around my putz and stroking with paternal authority.

'' Ackk ! '' mom gagged loudly, barely managing to swallow as I fired my burning semen powerfully straight into her pharynx. Her eyes were tightly shut and she shuddered, her typeface twisting every time a thick, voluminous spurt of my sperm shot into her mouth. I hugged my female parent tightly as I came, listening to the sounds of her swallowing ...

* * *

I did in the end, indeed, decide to wed Kerry after we had been dating for a year. My whole family and all relatives were splendiferous when I announced our engagement, mom almost of all naturally. The day was decided, and that we would be married in the same church in the countryside where both my parents and grandparents had joined in their unions.

I was waiting for the big moment in the up the stairs room of my grandparents'house, when mom entered. She had a long gown, and her red hairsbreadth was twirled into a composite and unnumbered do, with a individual permed lock falling across her face and a red rose bind behind her ear. My aunt the hairdresser had been at her business again, and I could n't hold off to see what she had done to Kerry. I do n't love what mom had told all the relative waiting downstairs, but I knew why she was here. She carefully smoothed her dress under her stage so it would n't wrinkle when she kneeled and opened the slide fastener of my black case trousers.

I could n't reach my mother 's hair since it was so carefully groomed for the social function, so I leaned against a table and held on to it as her flaccid carefully painted lips touched the tip of my knockout throbbing putz, and her natural language came out for a playful tickling. She would probably own to do her lipstick again, though ...

Mom knew this was the last sentence she would do this, so she used all her skills in both blowjobs and maternity. She knew all about me ; when to lick, how to suck, and the accurate way of alternating between red-hot deepthroating and being a gentle and loving female parent. She knew that sore enate emotions were a corking avail when giving read/write head to your own son, and she knew how to use them to her advantage.

I could only suspire and smile, or whimper with moans depending on what mom was doing. quick drool was running in rivers down my shot, and hanging in wretched droplets in my pubic hair as my mother was driving her slurping lip up and down my shaft with torture and bouncing motions of her headspring. I wanted to secern her I was coming right now, but I could not get make a sound resembling anything like a tidings of any sort ...

The sound was like a Brobdingnagian, wet, explosion.

'' Mmp ! '' mom exclaimed, her eye widening in surprisal, as her cheek suddenly bloated like balloons when I shot my incumbrance. We had all been so occupy with the wedding arrangements that I had n't emptied my carrier bag for several weeks, and the results could now be seen. But this time, unexpectedly, mom did not gag. I then understood, looking at her, that my mother was so happy for me today that she was doing her best to like the taste of my semen for this one time which would be the last ...

Joyously my female parent swallowed mouthful after mouthful of her own son 's hot sperm, slurping and sucking until my body heaved and I sighed. I ejaculated a gigantic amount, more than ever before, and finally I had to do something that was entirely a new experience for me. I looked my female parent deep in the eyes and caressing her brass softly whispered : `` Sorry, female parent, I do n't think I have any more left ... ''

Mom gave a wet little candy kiss to my testicles and then we were done, and prepare for the church.

The wedding party was wonderful ; I walked down the isle to the love of my life sentence and declared my will to share my living with her. Then on the altar I kissed her, and looking oceanic abyss into Kerry 's shiny heart I eagerly awaited the wedding night ...