An adult stories – Oh, Mom! Ch. 02 by ragal2,ragal2 In the first chapter, Mom’s huge tits caused her severe back pains that, before the pandemic, were relieved by exercises and swimming in a health club. During Covid, the health club closed and Mom and I got stuck in our apartment. I offered her back massages. She loved them but noticed my frequent erections. Her cure to my stiffy included a BJ with a happy ending.
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As we munched on the pizza, I gazed lovingly at Mom, “I see you overcame your reservation.”
“Not really. You did so much for me and, in doing so, became aroused. The way I see it, you relieved my suffering, and I did yours.”
“So what happens next?”
“I don’t know. Any ideas?”
I hesitated, “Mom, where is the limit?”
“I can’t let you in my vagina. Everything else is negotiable. What would you like?”
“I love all of you and want everything…”
“Honey, don’t be greedy.”
“May I see and touch your gorgeous tits?”
“I knew you’d ask for it. The funny thing is I was ready to let you do it earlier. I noticed your stares at my boobs during the massage and how hard you became immediately after. So if you asked then, I wouldn’t object, but I wasn’t ready to offer it.”
“Does it mean I have free hands to touch them?”
“Not yet. I paid for your latest massage. But if you continue pleasing me with your hands, I’ll let them play with my girls.”
I grinned, “Deal! Mom, you know I would have massaged you for free.”
Her eyes brightened, “I know. But with my offer, your work will be rewarding for both of us.”
“How do you suggest we do it?”
“It’s quite simple. Once you are done rubbing my back, I’ll turn around, and you’ll do my front.”
“…but then I’ll end up with even harder stiffy than yesterday.”
She smiled, “I don’t doubt it; that’s why your massage should always be completed before our meal.” She chuckled, “By the time we are done playing, I won’t need another appetizer…”
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Later that day, Mom announced, “Lucas, honey, are you ready for my massage? I am becoming hungry.”
“I’ll be there in 10.”
I arrived at her bed and saw Mom lying on her abdomen. Unlike previous times, all her clothes were off, and a large towel was around her bottom part. I moved to her side and soon applied pressure on her lower back using my fingers, fists, and even my elbows. Her soft groans grew, and like before, her legs spread slightly. As I continued to her shoulders, Mom’s upper body rose, and she leaned on her elbows. Her giant breasts were almost totally exposed except for the nipples. My eyes were mesmerized by her gigantic orbs, and the massage worked on auto-pilot.
Mom’s eyes were tightly shut, but she became aware of the monotonous rubbing and giggled, “Honey, be nice. Finish the job, and as promised, your time will come.”
I woke up from my daze and mumbled, “Sorry. I’ve never seen such beauties before and got distracted.”
“Thanks for the compliment. Remember the rule: First, you finish the job, and only then you’ll get to play.”
I renewed kneading her back muscles, hearing her groans turn louder and her knees move more laterally. Mom was getting horny…
When I finished her shoulders, I turned around to grab more oil from the bottle. Once it felt warm enough, I turned back to Mom and saw her lying supine on her back. I stopped in my tracks and gasped. Mom’s eyes were closed, but she heard me, and I saw a little smile on her lips. I had no idea how I could notice her lips when my eyes were hypnotized by the most beautiful tits the world has ever seen!
With a shaky voice, I asked, “Mom, may I touch them?”
“Yes, baby, you can.”
I used a towel to remove the oil and cupped lightly the left breast. It felt heavy and firm but smooth to the touch. When she first felt my touch, her breathing stopped for a moment before resuming faster than before. I tweaked it gently, feeling my prick expanding and extending faster than ever before. My fingers crept toward her dark nipple. Expecting the inevitable touch, the nipple hardened and shrank in size. My eyes were focused on the marvelous new toy, and I had an urge to suck on it.
I glanced at Mom’s face. Her eyes were shut, her face grimaced, and her head stretched upward. I looked at her legs. They were wide apart, with Mom’s hand clutched to her hip.
I leaned onto her chest and licked the other nipple. Mom shivered. I kissed it and then sucked on it mildly. She sighed, “My baby…” Her nipple felt fantastic, and I milked her more forcefully, ensuring only my lips and tongue touched the sensitive area.
Mom moaned louder. Her legs continued spreading, and her hand moved up and down very close to her mound. I continued sucking the tit, and my hand began crawling down her body. When I reached her concave navel, she whispered, “Please, honey, don’t…”
“But Mom, I am not the only one aroused here.”
“I know, but I can make myself cum later.”
“Wouldn’t you rather I pleasure you?”
“I’d love it, but my stubborn brain keeps whispering, No! At least not yet…”
Not wanting to push my luck, I stood before her face and patted both breasts with my palms. Next, her hand moved from her groin area to unzip me. Her touch was light as a feather, ensuring my engorged rod did not get caught in the zipper.
Once free, my cock jolted forward and up, happy to repeat MLK’s famous speech: ‘…free at last…’
Mom opened her eyes, explored my junk from the sack to the mushroomed head, grinned, and then whispered to my prick, “Buddy, you were neglected. Care to come to mama? If you are nice, you will be allowed cum inside my wet mouth.”
Subsequently, her lips enveloped the spongy head, and she milked it lightly. The cock started a disappearing act in her hungry mouth. Once it penetrated completely, I peeked at her legs. As her lips began bobbing faster, her knees separated wider. I pinched both nipples lightly, and her legs moved further apart. I heard her muffled sounds around my large pecker.
When I felt my climax pending, I held the back of her head and gently fucked her face. She let me do it and reacted to my movements by squeezing my organ between her tongue and palate on the way inside and sucking it on the way out.
I ejaculated a large amount of spunk down her throat, watching her lips milking every ounce of the precious sticky liquid. I felt awesome!
“Mom, your oral job was terrific. May I try on you, too?”
“Honey, please, I know you want to do it for me, and I love the idea, but I am scared. Don’t worry, I promise you I’ll climax soon.”
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The following afternoon, I decided to trick Mom. I kissed her forehead, told her I scored an A on my most important exam and wanted to celebrate by raising a toast.
“Lucas, that is wonderful news! Of course, we should drink to that. Bring the Chardonnay from the fridge, and we’ll have a glass each.”
Mom rarely had an alcoholic drink before. In fact, I didn’t remember how long the wine bottle was in the fridge. It was time to lighten her spirit.
She was walking better than in prior days and was in a better mood even before sipping the wine. About 15 minutes after emptying her glass, she became chatty, and her tone turned louder and less reserved.
“Mom, it’s time for your massage.”
She smirked, “Are you rushing me because you are anxious to get the reward?”
“Yes. Is it bad?”
“Not at all. Did you know that sucking my breasts arouses me too?”
“In that case, I think I’ve got a good solution. But first, undress and hop on the bed.”
“Yes, sir.”
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Knowing Mom’s back was already better than on prior days, and she was under the influence, I changed my strategy: Wearing only shorts, I turned the massage into a more soothing, seductive caressing of her back. I began at her lower back but then moved to her sides, touching lightly her sideboobs. Next, I shifted to the front of her head and asked her to turn on her back. As I was tweaking her glorious tits, she rubbed the tent I was sporting.
“Mom, remove my shorts.”
“Yes, boss.”
“Now suck it like only you know how.”
“I always love to do it. Tonight I feel hornier than usual. I might cum milking your juices.”
“That will be awesome!”
When her mouth engulfed my cock, I bent on her body, and my face approached the towel on her pelvis. I separated the towel and stared at her tempting cunt. Her dark bush was nicely trimmed and hid her labia. Not thinking twice, I dove, and my lips touched her moist folds. I heard her groan and whimper, but I didn’t care. I licked her nectar, oblivious to her muffled sounds. I licked, kissed, and then kneaded her clit lightly. Within seconds, Mom exploded. Her body shook violently as her mouth continued vacuuming me like a high-powered Dyson. I inserted 2 fingers into her snatch and massaged her G spot, causing her body to jolt even more erratically. Amazingly, her lips continued sucking my organ like there was no tomorrow, and I erupted in her mouth a moment later.
I loved everything: Mom got a half-hearted massage but also had a massive orgasm. I ejaculated as well. The only concern was what Mom would say when she recovered…
All kinds of scenarios ran in my mind until Mom woke up. I was really concerned.
Then she opened her eyes and rushed to the bathroom without saying a word. It was a bad sign…
She returned 10 minutes later, gazed at me lovingly, and said, “Honey, you did something without permission. However, I ought to thank you. I wanted you so much, but I didn’t dare to admit it even to myself. I needed you to take the initiative. When you offered me the wine, I knew it was a good opportunity. I wasn’t sure if you tried to have me drunk, but I told myself I’d play it if I wasn’t. Fortunately, the alcohol did relax me, so when you went down on me, I felt immense pleasure without an ounce of guilt. I can sincerely tell you I have no remorse. I am so proud of you. You have a good brain, magical hands, and fantastic oral skills. Thank you, and I can’t wait for tomorrow!”