Taboo Christmas Page 6

  Oh … my … God. Mom was touching me all over, rubbing the foam across every inch of my balls. The intensity I experienced was unreal. If she kept touching me much longer I knew I was going to explode.

  Thankfully she stopped. I risked a quick glance at my balls. They looked like the whipped cream topping on a sundae. The only thing missing now was a drizzle of raspberry syrup and a cherry on top.

  "Scoot down to the edge of the chair so I have better access, honey," she said.

  I wriggled my ass and moved closer to her. My thighs were on either side of her head now. She pressed my throbbing cock to my stomach. The tip rested above my belly button. She kept her palm in place to keep my penis out of the way while she went to work on my swollen balls with the razor.

  Stroke by careful stroke she shaved me clean. Every swipe of the blade sent tremors through my body, creating a delicious friction between my cock and my mother's restraining hand. I tried to control my breathing and quell the growing arousal. If she kept this up much longer I wouldn't be able to last.

  "Mom, are we nearly done?"

  "Be patient, Dean. I don't want to cut you by accident."

  It didn't help matters that my mother's big breasts wobbled from side to side as she worked. Her puffy nipples were still hard and stood out, long and thick. As she concentrated on the task at hand, the tip of her tongue poked out from the corner of her mouth. Her head was so close to my crotch.

  Then a terrible thought went through my head. A thought that made me feel so ashamed. I had an overwhelming urge to press my cock against my mother's luscious red lips; to force myself down her throat. I squeezed my eyes shut to block out the temptation, and prayed that she was almost finished shaving me.

  "Ta-da!" Mom proclaimed as she gave the blade a final snick across the flesh of my balls. "All done!"

  I exhaled in relief. "Thank God."

  "I'm sure these balls of yours haven't seen the light of day in years."

  "No, probably not," I said and tried to raise myself out of my seat.

  "Whoa, where do you think you're going, young man?"

  "You said we were done."

  "Not quite." She cupped me in her hand and began to gently stroke my balls.

  "Mom! What are you doing?"

  She looked at me as if her action was the most obvious thing in the world. "Feeling around to make sure I didn't miss any spots. You don't want any stubble left behind, do you? There's nothing worse than an itchy crotch."

  I shuddered under her caress. "It doesn't matter to me. I don't care."

  "You say that now, but in a couple of hours you'll be scratching yourself like crazy and cursing me for doing such a terrible job. Just let me check you out to be on the safe side."

  She still had one hand wrapped around my cock while she caressed my balls with the other. The soft friction was almost too much for me to bear.

  "Mom, we have to stop. I mean it."

  "Hang on, Dean, I'm almost done. Quit squirming. You're making things difficult for me."

  Difficult for her? Was my mother completely oblivious to the erotic effect she was having on my body?

  "Mom!" I said through clenched teeth. I was on the verge of bolting from the chair.

  But it was too late.

  My cock pulsed in her hand as the desperate state of my arousal became obvious.

  "Oh my God!" she gasped as I erupted.

  Thick ropes of cum pulsed one after the other from the tip of my cock. They arced high into the air before landing across my chest and belly. My ejaculation seemed to go on forever with no sign of letting up. All the while Mom held me tight in her fist, never once letting go. She seemed mesmerized by the sight of me shooting my thick creamy load onto myself. Instead of being grossed-out, her eyes sparkled.

  At last my organ was still. It gave a few more twitches, and a final creamy dribble spilled across her knuckles. I could feel the warmth of my seed sliding between my pecs, and down both sides of my torso. I couldn't recall the last time I'd expelled such a bountiful load.

  I was still breathing hard as my orgasm waned. All at once the feeling of elation was replaced by guilt and shame. "Shit. Mom, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that."

  "No, Dean, it's okay. That was … that was simply amazing, honey," she gushed, still holding tight to my cock.

  "Really?" I thought for sure she'd rush into the house, mortified at witnessing her son come.

  "I didn't think anyone could shoot that much, except maybe porn stars." She let go of my slowly deflating cock. Then, to my complete surprise she began to scoop up my load and collect it in her cupped hand.

  "Mom," I exclaimed, "what are you doing?"

  "I can't leave you all messy like this."

  "You don't have to do this for me. I can go inside and clean myself up."

  "No, don't move, Dean. You're only going to spill cum onto the chair if you try to stand upright."

  Her delicate fingers roved across my chest and belly gathering up every last bit of my seed. Soon her cupped hand was filled with a pool of my warm jizz.

  "I'll be right back after I rinse this off. Stay right here. We're not done yet."

  She got to her feet and hurried into the house. This time I willed myself not to look at her swaying ass. Instead I thumped the back of my head against the chair, unable to believe that I'd let my pervy desires get the better of me.

  I wondered if any of the Cougar Squad had orgasmed when they shaved each others pussies? When Mrs. Davis rubbed Mom's slit, looking for stubbly hairs, had Mom cum too? My cock gave a perverted twitch at the thought of my mother gushing in ecstasy.

  No, stop thinking about it! You shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts.

  I glanced over my shoulder towards the kitchen window. The trees in the backyard cast wavering reflections against the glass. I could faintly make out Mom standing at the kitchen sink. I nearly fell out of my chair when I saw her raise her palm to her mouth and tilt back her head.

  Oh my God, no!

  There's no way in hell she had swallowed that handful of my cum. Perhaps I'd caught her drinking a glass of water, and the reflections from the trees were playing tricks with my vision. I refused to believe that my mother was a secret cumslut.

  She came outside a few moments later and crouched down beside me. I surreptitiously scanned her lips, looking for any creamy traces of my seed. To my relief there was none to be seen. Either I'd imagined it all, or she'd done a good job licking everything up.

  "Mom, I think we'd better stop for the day."

  "No, we can't," she insisted. "It will look funny if I leave your junk in that condition. You have a semi-hairy shaft and completely bare balls. Your cock looks like it's wearing a sweater."

  "I don't mind, Mom, really."

  "I'm sure your girlfriends would beg to differ if they saw you in such a state. We're going to finish what we started."

  Without any trace of shyness she reached down and grabbed my flaccid penis again. She rubbed the pad of her thumb across the tip to get rid of one last cum drip. "Dean, it's going to be difficult to finish the job now that you're soft. Can you get hard for me again?"

  I gave a cynical laugh. "I can't just turn an erection off and on, Mom. You of all people should know that penises don't work like that."

  "Okay, fine. Then I guess I'll have to do things the old fashioned way." Without another word she began to pump me up and down.

  "Mom! Stop that!"

  "Oh, Dean, just be quiet and let me do my job." Her breasts bounced up and down as she worked my shaft. Had I been in my right mind I would have pried her fingers off my cock and walked away before the situation got any worse than it already was. Instead I just sat there in a stunned silence and let my mother stroke me erect.

  "You have a really nice cock, Dean," she said, a little breathless from her efforts. "But I have to admit, it's going to be a challenge."

  "What do you mean?" I murmured. Despite my best efforts to remain unfazed by my mother's
touch, I was becoming hypnotized by the heavenly sensations coursing through my crotch.

  "If you were like most guys I'd probably be able to shave you with a few quick swipes. But you're so long and thick that it's probably going to take me some extra time. I hope you don't mind."

  I shook my head dumbly, unable to believe I'd become rock hard in her hand.

  Mom reached for the shaving cream and pressed the dispensing button. There was a tiny spray of white foam followed by a rush of compressed air. The canister was empty.

  "Do you have any more of this stuff?" she asked.

  I shook my head. "I meant to buy some this weekend. Does this mean we have to stop?" Part of me was relieved that we couldn't continue. Another part of me—the perverted side—was crushed.

  "No, it shouldn't be a problem."

  "You're not going to dry-shave me, are you?" I asked, alarmed. Once I'd shaved my face without any cream and I broke out in a razor rash. The last thing I wanted was little red bumps all over my cock.

  "Of course not, silly," Mom assured me. "We can use other lubricants."

  "Like what? The only thing we've got in the house is vegetable oil."

  "Ick! That's much too messy. I've got a better idea; it's the best lubricant ever."

  "What is it?"

  "Saliva."

  "Excuse me?"

  "You don't mind if I spit on you, do you, Dean?" Without waiting for my reply, she leaned over my cock and pursed her lips. Her saliva dribbled, warm and slick, onto my tip and trickled down my length. Mom continued to jerk me, working her spit across my penis.

  How had I let things go this far? How could I let my crazed mother get away with this kind of behavior? This "innocent" grooming session was turning into something much more dubious. Little did I know, things were about to get a whole lot worse.

  "This isn't really working," she said. "It's hard to get the spit in all the right places. I'll have to try something different."

  Before I could stop her, she put her mouth directly on my shaft. Her tongue swirled in wet circles across my sensitive flesh.

  "No, we can't do this!" I cried and pulled her head away from my cock.

  Mom sat back and scowled at me in irritation. "Dean, I've got to spread the saliva everywhere or you could get injured. You don't want your penis cut by the razor blade, do you?"

  "We can't do this anymore, Mom. You shouldn't be doing these kinds of things to me."

  "Don't be ridiculous," she replied. "This is nothing more than a basic grooming treatment."

  "Mom, what the hell has gotten into you? Basic grooming treatments shouldn't involve sucking on my cock."

  "I wasn't sucking, Dean. For the record, I was licking. There's a big difference."

  "Either way, a mother shouldn't be doing these kinds of things to her son. It's wrong."

  She rested her hands on top of my thighs and gently caressed me. "Dean, I'm a grown woman, and I'm old enough to decide what's right and what's wrong." She looked me straight in the eye. "I really want to do this for you. And deep down, I know you really want it, too."

  "Mom, I appreciate all the effort you're putting into making my cock look nice for my girlfriends, but—"

  "No buts," she insisted. "You don't have to feel guilty about any of this."

  "Mom—"

  She put a finger to my lips to silence me. "Dean, I'm going to be honest with you. The ladies in the Cougar Squad aren't the only ones who have a big crush on you. Why do you think I insisted that you stay with me this summer?"

  I shook my head.

  "Because I've been attracted to you ever since I married your father. And I know you've felt the same attraction towards me."

  "That's not true," I lied.

  "You don't think I noticed the way you always looked at my breasts? The way you always tried to sneak a peek at my body every time I got out of the shower?"

  I felt a guilty blush rise in my cheeks.

  Mom continued. "Now that you're all grown up, and I'm no longer with your father, it's okay to have these feelings for me." She leaned forward and let the tip of my cock brush lightly across her lower lip. I drew in a sharp breath and shuddered with pleasure. "You don't know how much I want to do this for you, Dean," she said. "You're such a gorgeous young man, and my pussy is so wet for you right now. I'm positively dripping."

  I moaned as she wrapped her lips around my head and began to slurp on me. I know I should have put up more of a fight. I know I should have tried to resist her advances. But I found myself swept away in the pleasure of her warm mouth, of her talented tongue. It wasn't long before my cock was drenched with her spit.

  Mom was no beginner when it came to cock-sucking, that much was apparent. I'd been so used to the fumbling blowjobs from inexperienced college girls and had no idea that someone could do better. Much better. Both of Mom's hands were wrapped around the base of my shaft. She stroked me with upward, twisting motions. At the same time she twirled her tongue in circles around my tip, bobbing lower and lower as she slowly deep-throated me. She was acting like a cock-hungry slut. There was little doubt in my mind that this was the best blowjob I'd ever received in my life.

  All at once she pulled her head away. Her lips glistened with my pre-cum. She was breathing hard. "I think you're lubricated enough," she panted.

  With the utmost care she drew the razor down the length of my shaft. Her strokes were slow and methodical. A strange combination of emotions churned inside me. I was fearful that something so sharp was moving across my most favorite organ. I was also elated that my mother was doing this for me. For the longest time I'd denied what was deep in my heart. It was such a relief to admit to myself that I'd been secretly in love with my stepmother all these years.

  "There … what do you think of that, Dean?" she asked when she was finished. "If you ask me, your cock looks even bigger and more impressive with all that hair out of the way."

  "You did an amazing job, Mom. Thank you."

  I figured that was the end of our session together. I didn't dare press for more, even though I wanted her so badly. Right now I intended to go straight to my bedroom and jerk off as I pictured her big, swaying tits. As I tried to get up, Mom stopped me.

  "I haven't finished yet, honey," she said.

  I frowned in confusion. "What more is left to do?" I asked.

  "After shaving it's very important to moisturize the skin."

  "There's a bottle of Jergen's lotion in my bathroom," I said. "You want me to go get it?"

  "We don't need lotion," she said in a sultry voice, and reached behind me to lower the chair into the reclined position. "Just lie all the way back and I'll take care of everything."

  Mom got to her feet and straddled my hips. Gripping my shaft, she aimed it at her pussy. From my vantage point below her I could see how wet she truly was. She hadn't been kidding when she said she was dripping. My mother's pussy glistened with arousal. Her juices spilled like a waterfall over my cock.

  She bent at the knees until the tip of my penis made contact with her velvety slit. A soft moan escaped her lips as she drew my swollen head back and forth along her length. Her whole body shuddered when she rubbed me against the protruding nub of her clit. Finally she placed me at her pink opening.

  "Oh, fuck," I groaned as the walls of her cunt slowly enveloped my cock.

  It took ages to slide all the way inside her. She kept stopping and gasping for air, allowing herself time to get used to my substantial girth. I suspected she'd never had an organ as big as mine in her snug little hole. Thankfully, her natural juices provided all the lubrication we could ever need.

  At last her fleshy buttocks settled in my lap. Her eyes were dreamy with lust as she stared down at me. "I never imagined I'd have my son's cock inside me," she whispered.

  "Oh, Mom, you feel so good." Her pussy was the tightest I'd ever known, and my pleasure was increased tenfold by the fact that a gorgeous older woman who I loved more than anything was moaning in ecstasy above me.r />
  "Baby, you fill me so perfectly," she said, and leaned forward to place her hands on my hairy chest. Raising her hips she drew herself up until only my tip remained inside her. Then she lowered herself again, with agonizing slowness. Over and over she repeated the motion, savoring every moment of our connection.

  The cream from her arousal continued to pour from the slippery lips of her pussy. My crotch and balls were drenched. I placed my hand on her thighs and ran them along her beautifully toned legs. I found her hips and reached around to cup those big, perfect buttocks in my palms. Gripping hard, I spread her apart and pushed myself upwards, driving my cock even deeper inside.

  "Keep going, honey," she panted. "Keep going. I'm so close."

  "Come for me, Mom," I growled. "I want you to come for me."

  I felt her whole body shiver. Her fingers dug like claws into my chest. I couldn't believe I was bringing my mother to the peak of ecstasy. Her hips moved faster and faster. Her beautiful breasts bounced and swayed.

  My hands left her ass and traced the flawless skin of her back. I needed to touch and taste those perfect tits. Cupping her mounds in both hands I swiped my thumbs across her nipples, teasing the delicate flesh. She moaned and tipped her head back. I sat up and sucked on her right breast, letting my tongue swirl across the tightened areola. Her moans increased in volume. I switched breasts. This time I used my teeth to nip at the rubbery flesh of her dark nipple. All the while she continued to ride my cock. Faster and faster.

  "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she gasped.

  The muscles of her pussy spasmed around my cock. Her whole body convulsed. I held her tight in my arms as she rode out her passion. Her panting breath filled my ear. I could feel the perspiration of her body slick against my chest.

  "You okay, Mom?"

  "Oh, honey, that was so intense," she breathed. "I've never come so hard before."

  By some small miracle I'd managed to keep going without climaxing. I was still stiff inside my mother. I tried to thrust into her again, but she stopped me.

  "No, wait, Dean. You've got to give me a moment to recover."

  "You want to climb off?"