Tell Me How You Feel - Sex Stories

Tell Me How You Feel

... laid my hand on her shoulder, and groaned: "This is it, mom." The suction of her lips noticeably increased, and the bobbing of her head became more excited, but it was the way mom looked at me with big begging brown puppy eyes and the little whimpering sounds she made that just said: "Please. Please," that were altogether too much.

"Mom, aa-ah!" I shouted as a massive amount suddenly and forcefully leave my balls. I felt mom's lips tighten around my shaft as she immediately swallowed, as would no doubt any mother if they suddenly were given a mouthful of warm sperm by their own son. It was simply the natural instinctive reaction, after all. She knew she couldn't just stop after the initial copious burst, either, the way I gasped and groaned. There were no words, but to her ears it meant: "Here you are, mother dear, just for you, everything your baby can give from to you from the bottom of his heart and soul."

The rapid succession of ejaculations and the significant volume of each one could have caused problems, but it is of course different with your own mother. After all, her maternal instinct helps her sense the rhythm you ejaculate a lot better than in situations missing this crucial element.

For this reason, mom didn't gag at any of the several moments which would have surprised any woman without this advantage, as she could swallow even the biggest and most powerful bursts without the hesitation and unawareness often present without the special mother and son ...

... connection.

Indeed, the amount was never overwhelming for mom, and signaled this with little sounds of "Mm. Mm" after each warm mouthful and by gently stroking my balls the whole time, helping me feel safe. Her head get bobbing after I had finished, her big dark eyes studying me carefully. She wanted to be sure she had swallowed absolutely everything, because she was my mother and knew little things like these mattered. I reached to brush a curl of her auburn locks, and softly whispered that this was the case: "It's all right, mom, it's all right."

Mom slowly drew her gentle lips away and bent down to kiss both of my balls with a wet smack, and then snuggled them against her cheek like something cuddly and precious. "Remember, don't hesitate, if you ever want to talk to me about anything else. Anything" she said, and I would not.

Smiling, I answered: "I won't, mom, don't worry".

Mom got up, smoothing her dress and apron, and waited for me to get my pants zipped up until giving me a little reassuring hug.

"It will work out, you'll see" she said, "and don't worry, there are other girls than this Molly around, too, you know".

Yes, I could see mom was right. I loved Molly very much right now, at this very moment, but I could understand now she wasn't the only one I could love. It would just take a little time, perhaps, but still... Besides, now I at least would have the courage to speak to her and find out about her feelings.

"Good good luck with the job too, ...