Measuring My Cum - pt5 - Sex Stories

Measuring My Cum - pt5

... my mom... well that just seemed to make it a little more exciting for some reason. Maybe it was the closeness and trust of the relationship. I wondered what she would do now, and if she would become more strict. But she had also said something about increasing the frequency of our sessions to see just how much I could cum. It was confusing, and felt a slight headache come on as I thought about it. I decided it wasn't worth getting a headache over. There was no point, and I guess I'd find out soon anyway what she was going to do about our sessions when she got back home. The ache in my balls had eased a bit as I'd cum twice that morning, but I knew it would start up again in an hour or two and I'd be ready to cum with mom, hopefully, still helping. My dick stirred a bit at the thought. The next few hours seem to fly by. I did a bit of tidying up in the kitchen and living room as mom had asked, as I thought it best to get her in a good mood for when she came back. Then I ordered a nice large pizza and a bottle of coke, all to myself. After eating, I watched TV. A couple of friends phoned whilst I was watching, and we chatted about this and that. They had no idea what was happening between me and mom at home, and it was going to stay that way. At around 3pm, I heard mom's car pull into the driveway. I didn't fancy going out in my gown to help her with the bags (and she probably wouldn't want the neighbours to see me like that), so I just opened the front door and picked them up ...

... to take into the kitchen, as she placed them inside our porch. They looked mostly like groceries, but there were a few other nicer looking bags, which I didn't see into, which looked like mom had gone downtown to the main shopping mall to buy something. Mom came in and closed the door. She had a serious look on her, but looked pleased when she saw I had tidied the place up a bit. "You've done some housework I see, Jacob," she said, looking at me up and down in my gown like she had done earlier in the morning. "Yea, mom, it's the least I can do right now, as you've been... err... helping me... you know." Mom looked away from me and got on with sorting out the groceries and her other bags. "I'm going to make myself something to eat," she said, all serious again. "Do you want anything?" "No," I replied. "I ordered pizza while you were out." "Well, go and do something for a while and I'll give you a call when I'm ready for our little chat I mentioned we'd have." "Ok, mom," I said a little nervously, and went off to my room. I decided to read a book to take my mind off things. After about an hour, I heard mom call me. I went downstairs and found she was at the kitchen table. "Sit down," she said. I pulled up a chair next to her at the table and sat down. My eyes wandered to her boobs momentarily as they stuck out of her tight fitting sweater, and then back to her face. I think she noticed. "Jacob, I had a good think whilst I was out today," she started. "Although I had initially ...