Gary Johns: A Mother’s Mistakes

Chris hurried to comply, reaching under her skirt and pulling her red panties down. He glanced at the crotch and saw that it was soaked and wondered how she got wet so quickly. He laid the panties on the center console between the front seats and turned back to his mother.

Allison had moved back on the seat and spread her legs wide. "Eat me," she whispered excitedly.

With a moan Chris slipped to the floor. He ran his hands up his mother’s thighs and spread her open. She was dripping.

Allison grabbed her son’s head and pulled it between her legs, not allowing him to tease her. The session with Laura had made her incredibly hot and she didn’t need any preliminaries. "Ohhhhhh Goddddd!!!" she gasped when his lips touched her. It seemed like it had been months since she had felt his mouth on her. It was heaven.

As Chris pushed his tongue into his mother’s swollen vagina, he wondered how this was punishment. With enthusiasm he began to eat her. He sucked her inner lips into his mouth and heard his mother gasp. He lifted her legs and pushed them back, giving him free access to her now pulsing hole. His tongue went in deeply, searching for the pool of sweet juice that he loved so much.

"Chris, Chris, Chris," Allison gasped, grabbing his head and pulling it to her crotch. When she felt his mouth slip lower, she lifted her hips. "Ohhhhhh Chris," she gasped when his tongue found her rear hole. Her hips began to move up and down, forcing his tongue deep into her back passage.

Chris teased his mother unmercifully. He licked her little back hole for a long time before moving back to her swollen sex. He sucked her lips into his mouth again, all the time avoiding her now blood engorged clit.

"Suck my clit," she pleaded, pulling his head toward her clit.

In response Chris pulled his mouth away and began to kiss his mother’s thighs. He knew that she didn’t want to be teased, but he wanted to let her know how it had felt when she had done it to him.

"God Chris, please," Allison begged.

Finally he opened his mouth and sucked her clit inside.

"Ahhhhhhhh," she screamed and wrapped her legs around his neck as a strong climax rushed through her. Her hips bucked and her body trembled. Fire works exploded in her head. It had been so long… so long since she had felt the earth tremble. All the frustration she had build up over the past week bubbled over. At the peak of her climax, she pulled Chris’s head so tightly to her crotch that he could barely breath. Her thighs squeezed his head in a fleshy vise as she continued to scream and buck. Suddenly, juice gushed from her convulsing hole, spraying out with great force and into Chris’s mouth.

Chris was startled as his mouth filled and would have pulled back except that his mother had him locked between her thighs. He swallowed the juice in several gulps and felt his penis throb, wondering where it had all come from. It tasted sweet like his mother always did. However, there was so much of it that he almost choked. What he couldn’t swallow ran from the corners of his mouth and dripped from his chin and onto the seat below.

Allison almost passed out. The strength and length of this climax was greater then she could remember. She realized that something was different, but she was too consumed with pleasure to think about it.

It was quite some time before Chris could pull his face from between his mother’s legs. When he did, he sat back and felt juice still dripping from his lips. "Wow," he said looking at his exhausted mother. He reached behind him and got her panties to wipe his face.

Allison sighed and looked at her son sheepishly. "I don’t know what happened there," she said. "But it was incredible." She looked at his wet face and added, "I’m sorry if I almost drowned you."

"No problem," Chris said as he sat on the seat next to her. "I love your juice."

"Give me a kiss," Allison said, pulling his wet mouth to hers. "Mmmmm, very sweet," she giggled. Then she said, "Well, I guess we had better get home."

"Mommmm, you can’t leave me like this," he protested.

"That would be mean, wouldn’t it."

"Yes."

"All right, pull your pants down."

Chris hurried to comply. When he was sitting half naked, his mother picked up the soaked panties and wrapped them around his throbbing shaft.

"You’re still being punished. But I guess a little hand job wouldn’t hurt… since you got a good grade on your test."

Chris wanted more but was too excited to protest. He sat back and watched his mother stroke him. He stared into her eyes as she moved the silky material up and down his shaft. The wetness in the crotch of her panties made it easy.

Allison held him with one hand and moved the panties up and down his shaft. She watched the swollen head throb and dribble pre-cum juice across the stretched surface of the swollen head. The speed of her strokes increased.

"Oh Jesus Mom," Chris gasped as he drew near his peak.

Allison slowed her strokes, teasing him. It was her turn to pay him back. She squeezed the base of his shaft with one hand and used the panties to twist around the head. The friction of the silky material made the boy tremble, but it wasn’t enough to bring him off.

"Please Mom," Chris pleaded.

With a giggle Allison covered the head with the crotch of her panties and stroked him faster.

"Ahhhhh," Chris gasped as his pent up juice began the trip up his shaft. It blasted from the head and into the gusset of his mother’s panties.

"That’s it, that’s it, cum for mother," Allison whispered excitedly. She could feel his warm juice shooting up the shaft and see her panties bulge in the crotch as it filled with his sperm. When the last drop was squeezed out, she sat back and held the panties up. "My, what am I going to do with these?" With a naughty smile she pulled them up her legs. She patted her wet crotch and smiled at Chris.

Chris moaned and his now shrinking penis twitched.

The next several weeks were filled with study, study and more study for Chris. The only good thing was that his mother resumed coming to his room at night. While she wouldn’t relent and let them have sex; she did masturbate him every couple of nights. She said it wasn’t healthy for a young boy to build up all that sperm.

When Chris took his final exam, he aced it. He was obviously very happy and more than ready to resume his sexual activity with his mother. She had promised that he could do anything he wanted, and he knew just what that was.

Allison was ecstatic about Chris’s success as well. She hadn’t been sure that denying him sex would work and worried that it would just make things worse. Now, it was obvious that she had been right. She had learned a valuable lesson in the process: sexual denial was a powerful tool to use on a boy. She would file that away for later use.

"So, what is it that you want from me?" she asked.

"You know that little dress and blouse you wore the night… the night I saw you with Jason… you know, the one you put on for me when we came home after dinner on Valentine’s Day?"

Allison smiled. "Yes." She knew very well what outfit he was talking about.

"Well, I want you to wear that for me. I also want you to put your hair in braids, like you did for Jason."

"I can do that."

"Then I want to take you out to dinner."

Allison showed her shock. "Chris, I can’t go out in that outfit."

"You said that you would do whatever I wanted. Besides, I’m not going to make you wear the nylons."

"Yes… but…"

"No buts, you promised."

"But we could see people we know."

"We’ll go across town… maybe to a Pizza Hut. Nothing fancy."