Tell Me How You Feel - Sex Stories

Tell Me How You Feel

... silence I found out the treatment I was receiving from mom was indeed quite overwhelming now in all its maternal attentiveness, which resulted in pauses where I could only shudder and whimper. It seemed to be working, though. "Steve would – nhh – get mad, if I spoke to Milly, though, wouldn't he. Aahh," was the general idea I barely managed to express during this while until mom had again sucked me to the edge where she could sense it would be best to stop for a moment, or some things might happen prematurely.

She just held my hand for and offered helpful commentary: "Don't worry about that. She's the one who makes the decision, after all, not 'Steve' when it comes to that. He can't beat you up or anything like that, if that's what you're worrying, or I'll call the cops on him". She grinned; she would do that, I knew. Would it be any use, though, afterwards, was what I was not so sure about.

I had to say something, however, and: "Hmm, I guess you're right, mom," sounded like the right thing. It did, really, start to sound like the right thing to me too.

"Just follow the sound of your heart" she said, and I could see a familiar spark in her dark eyes as she added: "When the right time comes, that is. But make sure it will come".

I knew what mom meant, and said: "All right," as she started gently massaging my balls and yet again lovingly captured my dick in her mouth. "It was great to have this conversation, mom. I feel a lot more clear-headed now, and – u – ...

... uungh". The motherly magic of her silky lips was starting to get interesting yet again, so I made sure to speak quickly: "I'm sure I'll get the job done in time, too, and wait for the right moment to talk to Molly," I said, smiling at mom as I looked her in the eyes.

"Hmm-hh" she answered, and I knew she meant my answer satisfied her, because there were no more of the slow moments any more.

When I said: "Thank you, mom," her head immediately came down so hard I felt her nose brush against my pubic hair and I was buried in deep in her tight, throbbing throat. This was obviously a very emotional moment for her. For me too, of course, quite uncontrollably emotional right then, in fact. She also reached to hold my balls in her hand, knowing this made it easier to adjust to the pressure building in them due to her new actions, and last just that important little while longer.

I felt it was the time I couldn't express my feelings in words alone, but thankfully from the way mom was looking at me, I knew I wouldn't have to. She was keeping constant eye contact with me as she sucked, her large dark eyes locked with mine, looking deep into me with everything that just was mellow and motherly and caring, and they were saying: "Shoot your load in my mouth now, my own baby boy, please, and let me swallow". Right then mom noticed how I was shivering and breathing hard, her attentions turned even more deliberate, her skillful fingers played a game of tickle and tease with my balls.

I ...