In anticipation of what was to come, mom shifted in her chair. Her eyes fixated on my hard shaft. I moved my hand towards my erection as I watched her. When my hand encircled the shaft, her tongue briefly licked her upper lip. I could feel my orgasm build just from touching myself. My hand stroked the length of my shaft. I dare not rub the head yet because I knew what would happen immediately thereafter. Back down the shaft and up. My eyes never left my mother as I watched her staring at my hardness. I wanted to put on a show, to tease her, but I was too far gone for that. I needed to cum.
Up the shaft, down the shaft, up and down again. This time on the up stroke I rubbed the head. As my hand retreated back down the shaft the first rope of cum shot out with so much force it landed on my neck. When it did, mom jumped in surprise which almost made me laugh except for the fact I was in the middle of the best orgasm I had ever had. I kept stroking and cum continued shooting onto my chest and belly. What a hot mess! My eyes were focused on my mom the entire time. I never felt better about myself than watching her watch me with such admiration and… lust?
“Wow.” She said softly when I was done. “Just wow.” She looked at the mess I had made and then she looked into my eyes. “Just like your dad.” She stood up. “I’ll go get a washcloth to clean that up.”
I lay there waiting for her return. I surveyed the results of my orgasm as I tried to recover from it. I had never cum so much in my life. I felt proud that my show was, at least in my opinion, a success. It didn’t take long before mom was sitting next to me again with a warm washcloth. I thought she would just hand it to me but instead she started cleaning me.
She wiped my neck first, making her way down my chest and stomach. When she got to my groin, I thought for sure she would stop. She didn’t stop. Even though I had just cum her touch was having an impact.
“Oh my god!” I groaned when she began cleaning my shaft. She didn’t just wipe off the cum with the washcloth, she was making a production out of using her other hand to move my cock around to allow her to wipe different areas. Without realizing what happened my cock was now again fully erect, and her hand had a firm grasp as she continued gently wiping away the gooey mess I had made.
Even though the worst of it was cleaned up, she continued to hold my erect cock in one hand as she gently caressed everywhere else with the washcloth. Almost imperceptibly her hand on my cock began moving along the shaft. I’m not even sure she realized at first what she was doing. The strokes became longer. When her hand rubbed the head, I let out a loud moan of approval.
I was watching her as she slowly stroked me. Her eyes seemed to be fixed in a blank stare. When I moaned, she began blinking her eyes like she had just awakened. She looked at her hand on my cock and then at me. I’m sure I had a pleading look of “don’t stop”. Still looking at me her hand began to move.
“Can you cum again?”