Tell Me How You Feel - Sex Stories

Tell Me How You Feel

... for a moment to gasp for breath since mom had obviously sensed she was on the right track, because I could feel velvet lips open and slowly slide down wrapped around my hard shaft. Mom's head started moving in a slow, bouncy, natural rhythm, and the simple embrace of a warm, wet mouth slowly started becoming much more. The hold of her lips tightened, still soft and careful, but now moving and sucking. Mom's tongue worked too, fluttering and slithering at every opportunity, and I sighed deep.

When I was used enough to the feeling, I continued speaking: "There's this girl, Molly". Mom listened attentively, making cute slurping sounds as she attended to me, the kind that any man loves to hear, even if it is your own mother making them. "But there's also this guy, uhh- Steve".

I went on to speak my mind about my current situation of being caught in a rather hopeless love triangle. Well, calling it a triangle was probably somewhat of an exaggeration, since Molly pretty much didn't even know I existed. Mom listened patiently and relayed a message of compassion and understanding by slowing down at the right moments and just sucking a little, slowly and gently, looking at me with big, deep, caring eyes. Then, when she could sense it was all right again, she would start moving her head, very carefully, so every time her head came down her lips would be a point millimeter or two further along my shaft. Similarly, just little by little, she would move faster, until it was again ...

... the time when it was just enough to gently hold my balls and offer warm meaningful gazes.

When my speech became just distorted gasps like: "Hhh-Hhh", mom quickly pulled away, so she didn't even touch me with her hands. Only a string of slimy mixture of drool and saliva hanging from her lips and the tip of my cock remained connecting us.

She just smiled warmly and said: "You should probably, you know, talk to her about it. You know, how else do you think anything is going to happen?"

Having regained my composure for the moment, I answered: "But mom, she's with Steve. She'll just laugh at me".

Mom gently took my balls in her hand and started giving them little kisses once in a while, so I would stay hard. She reached to touch my hand, and advised: "Oh, maybe she will, maybe she won't. But how will you ever know if you won't even try, right?", moving on to lick my shaft.

"R-Right," I stuttered, as I felt mom's lips positioned against the tip of my cock again.

"You'll see that's the right thing to do" she yet said, before her lips were needed for other uses, as they soon were cutely puckered around my shaft and she resumed her parental care.

When mom's head was steadily bobbing on my lap again, and I think I felt she was a little more persistent now, not slowing down as often, I speculated on the situation the best I could. It was obvious she would not let me off this easy so I hoped I could quickly find something more constructive to say.

After a moment of ...