Measuring My Cum - pt5 - Sex Stories

Measuring My Cum - pt5

... piss slit as she stroked along my shaft. Then, although I wasn't feeling brave enough to ask her to suck on my dick yet, I had another idea, which I did feel brave enough to say. "Err... mom... can I rub it between your boobs?" "Yes, that should be ok," she said, almost straight away, much to my relief. She moved herself forward a bit towards the edge of the chair and held her boobs up towards me, one in each hand. I grabbed my cock with my right hand and started stroking it between the flesh of her boobs in her cleavage. Mom held each tit carefully and firmly in position, squeezing the flesh around my dick and looking down watching me slide my cock between them, and up towards her chin. Fuck, this was great! As I continued, I could see pre-cum at the tip of my prick, and some of it went on her boobs as I slid between them. "Go on Jacob, fuck my boobs and cum," said mom encouragingly, all of a sudden. Fuck! I couldn't believe my ears! I'd never heard her use language like that, and it was really arousing. I continued fucking mom's beautiful full boobs, watching my pole slide between the fleshy mounds, whilst she held them tightly over my prick, almost like she was making a tit-pussy for them! "Go on fuck them," said mom again, encouragingly. It didn't take much more of this, and before long I felt the cum rise in my balls. "Ok, mom, I'm gonna cum..." I said out loudly to warn her. Immediately, she let go of her boobs, and grabbed the semen beaker with her left hand. With ...

... her right hand, she started pumping on my dick, which was at full stretch, pointing it into the beaker. The feel of her hand on my dick was ecstatic, and after just a few firm stokes I felt myself spurt. "Uhhhhhhh..." I said out loud, as my cum flooded into the beaker. Mom carried on pumping me, gripping my dick firmly and milking as much cum out of me as possible, whilst I was still hard. After what seemed like ages, the cum waves finally stopped, and she let go of me. I flopped back onto the chair, feeling light headed and like I needed to sit down due to the high of my orgasm to recover. "Fuck, that was good," I said with my eyes half closed, and almost automatically. Then, realising I had sworn in front of mom, I opened my eyes and said, "Oops, sorry mom, I couldn't help saying that." "That's ok," she said, still looking at the semen- beaker. I can understand your relief. I don't mind, as long as you don't get too crude. It is natural. And I did encourage you in a similar way too, which is what women do sometimes to help men cum." It felt great to hear mom say that and I relaxed a bit more. then I looked at the beaker like she was doing. It was about a third full again. I seemed to be cumming about the same amount each time, even though this was my third session of the day. "I can't believe you're still producing this much, as it's your third time today," she said. "It's not biologically possible. Surely, you must end up producing less each time by the end of the day? As ...