Measuring My Cum - pt10 - Sex Stories

Measuring My Cum - pt10

After a moment, mom seemed to regain her composure, as she let go of hugging me, and without looking at me directly said, "Rinse yourself off and get dressed." I did as instructed, grabbing the showerhead and spraying myself over with water, and rinsing around my cock and balls to get the remnants of semen from my last cum load off. Then I stepped out of the bath, grabbed a towel from the rail and dried myself off for a moment with my back to mom. I turned around to say I was off to get dressed and saw mom looking down at my now limp dick and balls. She had an intense look on her face, almost like she was mesmerised by my prick. "Dry your cock properly," she said, watching me. I was a little surprised at her saying this, but did as she asked, rubbing my cock and balls over with the towel. I caught a glance at her as I did so, and saw her lick her lips. It excited me again to see her do this, but not to the extent that it had any effect on my dick, just yet! "Actually, don't dress. Just put your gown on without anything on underneath and go downstairs and eat breakfast. I'll be down in a few minutes after I rinse off as well," she added. With that she drew the shower curtain across and I heard the sound of water spray over her. I threw my towel in the linen basket in the bathroom and walked naked into my room. My house-gown was on a chair in the corner. As I walked over to pick it up I passed by the full length mirror in my room and just stood for a moment looking at myself ...

... nude. My chest swelled and I felt confident as I did so. I had finally fucked mom. Twice, in fact, and boy it had felt great. Now, I wanted more. I wondered if she would let me carry on doing that as part of our sessions. I just couldn't get enough of her voluptuous, sexy body! I pulled the gown on and went downstairs. I sat down at the kitchen table with some orange juice and cereal and started eating. As I eat, I wondered what we would do today and what mom would wear for me to keep me 'stimulated' as she put it. After about 20 minutes, I heard mom come down the stairs. I was a little disappointed to see she had herself completely covered up in a white cotton bath gown. She was holding a blue document folder in one hand. She didn't look at me as she came in, but just started to get her breakfast ready. I didn't say anything. There was silence for a while. Then mom came over and sat opposite me and started eating some toast she had made, and sipped on a cup of coffee. She looked at me and said, "Now, Jacob, what we did this morning must be a complete secret between us." "Yes, mom," I replied, in a serious tone. "Did you enjoy it?" she said, much to my surprise. "Yes, of course," I replied. "Bit of a strange question," I added, truthfully. "Well, I was wondering if you felt guilty that it was not right." "It felt right, mom," I replied honestly. "It just felt like something natural to do, like all the other stuff we've been doing." "I'm glad you are comfortable with it," she ...