Measuring My Cum - pt7 - Sex Stories

Measuring My Cum - pt7

I decided to have a quick shower, put on a fresh pair of boxer's under my gown, and then went downstairs. Mom was in the kitchen, still wearing her tight shorts and low cut top. She served up the plates and we both took them into our dining room. Mom had already set the table. I was surprised to see a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses there. Mom normally only drank alcohol on special occasions or social events and had rarely allowed me to drink at home, although I did drink if I went out with friends. "Wine?" I said questioningly, as we sat down. "It will help to relax you," said mom, without looking at me. "Just think of it as part of the medicinal process of helping you to cum. A glass or two is fine," she added. "And it will help to relax me too. There are two people involved in this after all Jacob, you should not forget that." I became silent for a moment, thinking about what she had just said, as we ate. I took a sip of the wine. It was good, and immediately had a relaxing effect on me. My eyes wandered to mom's cleavage, which was clearly showing. I felt I should say something about her last remark. "I really do appreciate all your help, mom," I said. "Thank you for saying so Jacob, but I'm sure most mothers try to help their son's as much as they can." "I know, but... um... you're really helping so much... in err... you know... stimulating me." "What has to be done, has to be done," mom replied. "But, one thing Jacob, although I didn't say anything at the time, ...

... you did try to rub yourself on my pussy through my shorts earlier. Remember, you may never penetrate me." I felt a rush of disappointment go through me. "But," continued mom, "We can do other things." My cock stirred. "Err, like what mom?" I asked, questioningly. "Well, you say, and I'll tell you if we can. But not just now. Let's finish eating and talk about something else." We carried on our meal and talked about usual day-to-day things. As I drank more of the wine I became more and more relaxed, and I thought mom did too. When we finished I'd only had the one glass and mom the same. She said, "We'll have some more wine later if you like. I feel like a bit of a rest now. I'm going up to my room, but I'll call you when I'm ready. Tell me, what colour underwear do you like?" I blushed. "Well, err... I've never been asked that question before, mom, but I guess if you ask me what I used to like to look at in magazines, it would be black. But I like other colours too." "I'm glad you said black," replied mom, "As most of the lingerie I bought was that colour. I'll let you know when I'm ready. Your turn for clearing up after dinner and the washing up I think!" And with that, she got up and walked out of the room, leaving me sitting alone at the dining table. I still couldn't keep my eyes off mom's glorious full ass cheeks in her shorts as she walked out. I sat for a moment trying to take it all in. This all still felt a bit like a dream. I cleared things up, tidied and washed the ...