Re: The Mike O'Meara Show
Date: March 11, 2018 09:56PM
Most of you Gallants already know the other thing I'm super into:
I was reclining on the sofa in my living room. An ordinary day, as things went. I lazed about, eating snacks and playing video games. Until that moment when everything changed.
"Adam! Son!" the cry came. "Could you come here please."
I sighed, and opened the door to my mom, Michele's, room.
I found an interesting sight. My mom was draped over the bed, and if I wasn't her son I would probably have called the position seductive. Her arms were stretched above her head, catlike, and her legs were drawn up under her. She wore a purple blouse and black leggings.
"Yeah?" I asked, expecting nothing. A store run, maybe, or a cup of coffee. Instead she giggled, sat up, and proceeded.
"Well, your Dad's out of town, and you've been so busy with schoolwork lately that I thought we could both, y'know-benefit from a day together. Now hoooow does that sound?"
Inwardly, I groaned. But her smile was so innocent. And I'd always secretly harbored an affection for my mom, beyond what typically came between a mother and son. My mother and father spent a lot of time apart, and often I was the only one to comment on her new hairdo or cute makeup. Yes, my mom was a beautiful woman. So I agreed.
"Sure, why not. Heh, could be fun," I replied with a grin back.
"Should I get my clothes and change, Mom?"
Unexpectedly, she laughed. "I had a different kind of day planned for us actually. It'll be a surprise. I'll go get ready now, actually. I've sent your brother and the maids away, so we have the whole house to ourselves!"
I'd only just noticed this. "Uh, alright Mom."
She retreated into the bathroom, presumably to get ready. I flopped onto the couch and switched on the TV. Idly flicking through the channels, I pondered how long I'd have to wait. Would this be like last time, where I spent an hour sitting down in a full tuxedo while she pranced about the bathroom getting ready for whatever little thing-
The door opened.
My jaw dropped.
My mom, my own mother, my Michele, stood there in just her bra and a cute set of matching lace panties. Her figure was great, as I knew from a few accidental bathtime encounters. But she looked different now. She was...radiant, her hips swaying with a confident push as she strode toward me. Her short black hair stopped at her shoulders, meeting them and coming up into elegant upturned endings. She stopped, barely 6 inches in front of me, one hand on her hip.
"So? What do you think?"
My jaw still on the floor, I managed to stammer out "I-I-I think you look great Mom, but why are you-"
She pulled me close, into the magnificently warm embrace of her barely covered breasts. She smelled wonderful.
"Son, have you really not realised it yet?" She laughed. "We have the whole house to ourselves, I'm wearing a sexy outfit, we're in the bedroom-what do you think I want?"
I was still in shock. "You mean..?"
She hugged me tight, into her amazingly firm yet soft bosom. "Today, Adam, is all about you becoming a man. I wouldn't want you going off to college with no idea on how to do...well..."
She gestured vaguely to herself, then the bed.
"A woman, honey."
I finally got myself together. "Mom, I really don't think that-"
It was no use. She shook her head, still smiling. "Let's start with the basics." She then pulled my shirt over my head, discarding it to God knows where. Then she kneeled, descending to belt level. Mom practically tore my pants off, and I stepped out, still somewhat bewildered. All that remained now were my boxers, a hard length pressed up against them. A smile met Michele's lips.
"Looks like you aren't completely clueless."
The boxers, too, had to go. I was left standing naked by the bed, hard as a rock, with my own mother kneeling in front of me.
"I'll start us off," she whispered. By Gods, my mom could be seductive. The outfit, the lights (dimmed, shutters expertly closed to throw shades of sunlight across the bed), her language-I was still pondering all of those things when she took me in her mouth.
I nearly came right then and there, feeling the pure softness and warmth of my mother's mouth. I'd seen blowjobs before, of course, but had never experienced one. My mom began slowly, rolling my length around her mouth. But she was so gentle, with the love and tenderness one could come to expect from a mother to her son. She took me slowly, softly, letting me feel every corner of my own personal heaven. Then she began pumping, moving her head in broad strokes up my shaft. I gasped, enveloped in harmony. I became weak at the knees, but did my best to stay strong. Who knew if my mom would still be this accommodating to a guy who couldn't even stand up for a blowjob? But she was so good, so incredibly appetizing and alluring and pleasing. She planted little kisses as she withdrew, coating the head of my dick with her saliva. Where had she learned? Her maddening bra and panties were still on, when all I wanted to do was rip them off and fuck her right there and then. But she had power over me. My caveman desires sated, I enjoyed my mom's mouth, Michele taking me in and holding me, then retracting, preparing for another round.
She took me deeper and deeper, and I began to hear small gulping sounds from the back of her throat. I wanted to ask if I could do anything to help, but even I knew that would be foolish in a moment of this heat and intensity. Instead, she helped herself, taking one of her hands and planting it on my cock, steadying herself while enhancing my pleasure. I flinched from the cold of her fingers, and she must have felt it, for she looked up and held my gaze. I saw the smoldering desire, the love, the pure unadulterated sex in those dark eyes at that moment, and erupted. I couldn't help myself. Ropes of sticky cum lanced out from my cock, My peak had come, and the waves of semen that erupted from my penis filled my mom's mouth, and more. I was worried mom would be inundated, as she had taken me out of her mouth and closed her eyes as she felt me climax, her mouth wide. I coated her face in cum, even leaving some streaked across her eye. My mom, my beautiful, amazing Michele, my own mother, had just given me my first blowjob.
Initially, I was worried, foolishly. One part of me wanted to rush to the bathroom, get some towels, and apologise for the whole mess. The other part of me wanted to lift her up and fuck her hard while the cum dried. While I weighed both options, my mom just took it all in. She took one manicured hand, wiping the cum from her right eye. Then she started grinning again.
"Wow," she gasped, breathless, speech coming throaty and hot. "Not bad, huh."
I wanted to ask so many, so many questions. Was I doing it right? Did I cum too fast? Make too much noise? Not stand properly? I had so many questions to ask the goddess that my mom had become, but all I managed was a stammering "Thanks."
My mom threw her head back as she laughed, scattering the white carpet with little beads of cum. "You're so cute, even now! I'm almost sad I can't tell anyone about this!"
I didn't know what to say, so I smiled, hoping that would ease the embarrassment of having just busted a nut over my mother's face.
"Onto the next lesson?" she asked, face happy and imploring. How could I say no? I nodded, sweat pooling and running down my face. My mom reached down then, for her panties. My breath caught in my throat as she sat on the bed and wriggled them off, exposing her pussy and her ass to the cool afternoon air. My mom had an ass to die for, perfectly sized, protruding just the right amount when she chose to wear leggings or yoga pants. Which, thankfully, was often. Her pussy was ringed with a wispy covering of pubic hair, but even I could see the glistening wetness coating it. That was a good sign, I hoped. My mom took a step toward the bed and lay down, legs hanging off it, body stretched onto one of the pillows.
"I hope you know what to do next."
I hoped I did. I drew towards her, cock still hard, I bent my knees, and posited my dick at the entrance to her pussy. She was definitely wet, a small puddle already formed underneath where it lay on the bed. I held my dick in my hands as I prepared to push into my mother, my slut, my goddess, and I-
She grimaced, twitching her legs and drawing back a little.
"Not yet, son. I gave you a blowjob. Didn't I teach you about manners when you were little?"
Ah, of course. So I (with a hint of remorse) took my cock away from her pussy and bent fully down, kneeling in front of my mother, head deep between her thighs. My mom nodded.
"Next lesson starts...now," she giggled.
I kissed her first, like all the pornos I'd seen had done. Then I ran my tongue up and down it, trying to be slow and sensual. In truth I was stalling, trying to think of how to proceed. But it seemed to be alright, judging by my mom tightening her muscles and drawing in a breath. Emboldened. I pressed onward, trying to gather as much of her juices as I could. She tasted sweet, and I quickened my pace, licking up her pussy juice. Mom was breathing hard now, and her legs had tightened fully, thighs against calves. I dared break for a second to get a look at her. She had her eyes tightly closed, her face calm while covered in sweat, and her hands gripped the sheets tightly. I entered her with my tongue fully, penetrating what I hoped to later claim with my cock. Michele drew in a breath, long and deep. Then she resumed her rapture, all her muscles tightening in ecstasy, in love, panting deeply. Between breaths, she managed to gasp a message.
"You can...use your fingers, son."
I complied with my mother, my index fingers already rising to her open pussy. I stroked her first, around the edge, then withdrew my tongue and penetrated her with a finger. She yelped, but came with encouraging words.
"Yes...please...more-you're doing great sweetheart."
I remembered the clitoris, as I'd heard it was amazingly pleasurable for women. My mouth ventured there next, to the telltale bump just above her pussy. I licked at it, and my mom bucked, arching her back in supreme pleasure. Continuing my adventures with my fingers, I pleasured her clit just as I'd done to her ass.
"Yessssss....son, I'm going to cum-!"
And cum she did. Though she doled out nowhere near what I'd done to her, she came hard, her walls spasming on my finger, holding it tight in her pussy. As I withdrew my hand, she leaked onto the bed, liquid pooling and dripping onto the floor.
She raised her head, looked at me down between her thighs, and smiled. "Great work sweetie," she said, voice still coming breathily. "Are you ready for the last basic lesson."
I had some idea of what this would be. I nodded eagerly. Mom smiled.
"Of course you are. Come here, come on top of me," she said.
I was all too happy to comply, almost leaping off the floor and into her waiting arms. My cock was rigid, ready to fuck this beautiful woman, my own mother. Michele. We rolled in the embrace, neither of us daring to break it. Mom did first, after a good thirty seconds.
"Don't you have a job to do?"
I didn't need to be told twice. My cock was ready. I got her beneath me, then my arms under me. I pushed up and used one arm to steady myself. The other went to my cock. I moved my hips forward and into her, my cock guiding the way. I penetrated her, her pussy already well lubed from our earlier activity. She met my eyes, her black pupils urging, begging, pleading. I thrusted in to my full extent, leaving it there for a while, feeling the pulsing of her walls and her tight, short breaths. She pulled her head close, onto my shoulder, and whispered straight into my ear.
"Yes. Now. Please."
I began to thrust into my mother, meeting her sex with thrusts. She started bucking to meet me, and we established a rhythm, my eyes finding hers as she lay under me. Occasionally, my mom would break for a kiss, my cock stopping its pistoning as I met her lips. My hands roamed, questing across her body. I came to her bra, and looked at her. No words needed to be exchanged, I knew what she wanted. I reached under her and unclipped it, pulling it down across her sweating body to her stomach. My hands grasped her breasts as I fucked her, kneading them like dough. She bucked and arched under my attention, but made no efforts to leave, her eyes closing in rapture. It was so sexy, so perfect, that I almost didn't notice my mother squirming away, out from under my body. I was too deep in my own heaven, enjoying kissing her and feeling her pussy beneath me.
"I can't let you leave without trying my favorite position."
Mom spun around, raising herself half off the bed. Resting on her elbows, she raised her ass toward me, and twisted her head to look at me.
"Fuck your mom like a dog, son."
I came up into a kneel, and answered her request, strokes meeting her in an utter avalanche of pleasure. I pistoned into her, and as I thrust into her raised ass again and again my hands reached under her and took one of her breasts, kneading it just as I had done before. I was about to cum, and I think my Mom knew that. She turned around, her face contorted in ecstasy, but words reassuring.
"Come inside your mother."
I came for the second time that day, blasting my mother's pussy with cum. It was only after I withdrew from the site of a second explosive orgasm when I realised how tired it was. I collapsed onto the bed, my mom curling up against me. She snuck a finger down to her pussy, coating it with our shared juices and raising it to her mouth. Then she kissed me again, and I was so struck with the sheer audacity that my cock sprang right up again. Her sweaty tits felt warm against me in my mother's embrace. We were both so tired that I almost didn't hear my mom whispering into my ear.
"We'll learn so much more tomorrow, son."