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 This entry is not at all true, so none of the names or places are genuine.
It is intended for adult pleasure only, and if you are not an adult, then
don't read it.  My stories usually contain graphic descriptions of oral
sex, slaving, rimming, group sex, incest, bi-sex, bestiality, watersports
and scat.

   This is my 16th posting to asstr.org - if you like it, I'd love to hear
from you - feel free to email me debsmouth at yahoo.com

   Mom becomes my oral cumdrain (cumeating, oral devotion)

   To look at I was a normal, horny teenager; of legal age, not in bad
shape, good enough to try out for the college football team, with a good
set of 'friends.  I'm sure my friends all thought I was normal, but at home
I was obsessed, with a one track mind.  I jerked off at least 10 times a
day, sometimes more, all the time thinking about my sexy, voluptuous, hot
mom.  Specifically, thinking about my mom on her knees blowing me. 
Constantly.  I mean, I dreamed about her under my desk, in the bathroom,
choking on my dick, begging me, licking my load off the floor.  Everything
nasty and oral, I had jacked off thinking about it, and one day I decided
to do something about it.

   Just to put this into perspective, my mom was still a great looking
lady, she was *just* 40, but she could pass for my age.  She was slim, sexy
and with huge, natural breasts that she was clearly proud of showing off.
We were relatively wealthy, and that allowed her to dress elegantly,
nicely, not slutty, but unintentionally sexy.  She wore short (but not
trashy) skirts, tight (but not too tight) tops, and her cleavage and bosom
was always obvious to anyone who looked, which was most guys and certainly
all of my friends.  My father had left years earlier, and mom had dated a
few guys, but nothing serious.  She genuinely seemed devoted to me, and
happy to be at home attending to my needs.

   I had decided that those needs of mine needed some help.

   After masturbating to a particularly perverse mom-son video one
afternoon, I came up with a plan, something I thought might enable a new
lifestyle, but it would have to be very carefully worked out.  I spent
weeks with various tests of voice changers, spoke to friends secretly,
working out a fairly detailed project list.

   I started by talking, casually over a period of some weeks, around mom
about a 'discomfort' in my groin, and mentioning a doctor's visit, even
getting official looking letters typed up and sent to the house about my
'appointments'.  She was concerned, and I kept her updated on my visits,
not going into detail, not wanting her to be totally worried, but making
sure she was definitely concerned.  After a couple of weeks of patient
appointments, and vague explanations, I stepped up the operation, moving
into phase one of my design, calling her from my new burner mobile.  I was
safely tucked away in my room at the far end of our large house with my new
voice changer box, a really expensive professional unit, all mic'd up and
set, my voice sounding deeper, fairly unrecognisable (having been tested on
many of my friends, unsuspectingly).

   As she picked up the ringing phone in the lounge, I turned the unit on,
nervously clearing my throat.  'Mrs Smith?  Hello, this is Dr Andrews of
the Sinai Practise, I've been treating John these past few weeks, I'm not
sure if he's spoken to you?'

   There was no confusion, no hesitation, my mom absolutely didn't
recognise my voice.  My plan was working!  I tried not to sound overjoyed
as she answered 'Hello Dr Andrews, no, John didn't really talk about his
visits, I know he's been seeing a doctor, is everything alright?'

   She sounded scared, and I didn't want that, so I quickly reassured her,
'Oh don't worry, it's nothing too serious Mrs Smith, and there's a simple
and 100% effective remedy for his condition, so please, put your mind at
rest.  No, John's condition is not that uncommon, and we have often seen a
total remission of such symptoms with a slightly unusual, but simple cure.
That's what I wanted to talk to you about today Mrs Smith'

   I paused, hearing relief in mom's voice, 'Oh, good, well, anything I can
help with, I will.  I'm just so pleased it's nothing serious'.

   I smiled as mom said she'd help with anything.  'That's good to hear Mrs
Smith, so many parents these days don't want to help with such a delicate
matter.  And I'm afraid this is a delicate matter Mrs Smith.' I heard my
mom agree, not backing away, still eager to help, so I kept going.  'You
see, John has unusually overactive glands, resulting in excessive
production of semen.'

   I heard a slight gasp, nothing too worrying, she was still keen to help,
I could tell.

   I went on 'He needs to, well, there's no easy way of putting this Mrs
Smith, he needs to release at least 10 times a day.  Now obviously it's
your decision, Mrs Smith, but other cases of this have seen a marked
worsening of their college studies, because they spend so much time
masturbating.'

   As I let this all sink in, mom asked 'Ok, well, I can see that
releasing, erm, it, would help, but what exactly can I do?'

   I gulped, knowing this was my moment, 'Well, Mrs Smith, other mothers
have found that helping their son's to release enables them to spend more
time studying, you might say it speeds up the process, and makes it much
easier for them to get through the day.  I understand of course, if you're
not willing.'

   I hesitated as I could almost hear my mother thinking about the
reference to what other mother's have done for their sons.  My mom gulped,
'No no, I'm just a little, well, shocked Dr Andrews.  I mean, I'm his
mother, wouldn't that be, you know, incest?'.  She almost whispered the
last word.

   'No, no, Mrs Smith, I'm not talking about sex between you and your son,
I'm just talking about you helping him with a medical problem, caring for
him.  I've spoken to him, we've discussed what some other caring mother's
often do in these circumstances, and he was naturally anxious, but he
understood.  I don't think there's any need for embarrassment Mrs Smith'

   'No, no, I see.  Right.  Yes.  So, erm, basically, you're (gulp) you're
suggesting I should help him.  release.  That I should masturbate him so he
can get on with his day.  Often'

   I could hardly contain my excitement as I hooked her, I tried to remain
composed, 'Yes, that's correct, and remember, as many times a day as you
can.  Night times too if possible, several subjects have seen significant
improvements by being masturbated as they sleep.'

   I closed my eyes as I almost came, thinking about my mom, quietly
jerking me in the middle of the night.

   I could imagine my mom, reddening, nodding on the phone, as I heard her,
'Yes, yes, I see.  Erm, when should I, you know.  start this?  I don't
work, so I can devote whatever time you think, Dr Andrews?'

   I almost cheered, quickly composing myself, 'well, I noticed from his
checkup yesterday that he's not been releasing often enough, and he really
does need it.  You might have to convince him though, try not to make it
awkward, he needs to think that this is normal, even that it is something
you really want to do, perhaps even that you're enjoying it.  The moment he
thinks it's a chore for you, he may stop letting you help, and that would
be disastrous.' I emphasised 'disastrous' without any specifics, and heard
mom gasp a little..  'I will continue to monitor him weekly, and maybe we
can have a regular catchup call to discuss his progress?'

   My mom repeated my words, letting them sink in.  'Enjoying it.  Yes, yes
I see.  Well, Dr Andrews, I shall make sure he's ok, he is my whole life
after all.  Thank you, goodbye.'

   As she hung up, I quickly tidied away the voice equipment, hiding my
burner phone in my desk drawer, and sat there, looking like I was doing
homework.  I heard mom coming up the stairs, knocking at my door.  'Sweety?
Sweety, can I come in?' As mom came in, I swear she'd undone a button or
two on her blouse, but that could have been my wandering imagination.  She
sat on the spare chair in my room, opposite me, still smiling, but gulping
nervously.

   'Sweety, Dr Andrews and I have just been speaking, and discussing ways
of, erm, helping you with your condition.  Now I know this is awkward for
you, but I need you to be brave, I want you to promise me you'll let me
help.  And sweety, I really do want to help, honestly.'

   I didn't speak, but as I nodded, dumb, she smiled, but I swear I saw her
glancing down at my crotch, my cock already making a bulge.

   She stood, taking my hand, guiding me to the bed, 'why don't you lie
down and let me help you.  Just relax, that's it'.  As I lay back on my
bed, still nodding, I felt her gently unbutton my trousers, slowly undoing
the zipper, her eyes wide as she saw my bulge in my pants.  Trying to
pretend this was all medically necessary, I looked down at her.  'Maybe I
should wear sweatpants around the house?  I mean, Dr Andrews thinks I need
you know, this, many times a day'.

   I thought I was going too far, maybe too fast, but to my surprise my mom
nodded, 'yes, yes, that's a good idea sweety', then thinking about it she
said 'if you like I could turn up the heating so you don't need pants at
all around the house?'.

   I could not believe my luck, my mom was now suggesting I walk around
naked below the waist around her.  My head now on my pillow, I looked down
as my mom's soft, gentle hands touched my crotch, my shorts now at the foot
of my bed.  I looked down the bed, and saw my sexy mom, staring down at my
dick, hard and upright, as she started to slowly jerk it, her small,
delicate hand gripping the shaft and undulating up and down as her other
hand gently cupped my balls.  This was clearly not my mom's first hand job,
and I felt my cock pulsate and throb.  I moaned, and within a few seconds I
was ready to blow my load, and mom just seemed to know.  As I grunted, she
produced a small towel from somewhere, and watched me explode all over the
towel, rope after rope of thick cum spurting out of my hard cock, plopping
down onto the towel as she watched.  I felt her gently clean my cock,
almost worshipfully, wiping gently, and taking the towel to the bathroom.

   As I lay there, trying not to grin, she came out of the bathroom
smiling, seeming genuinely happy to have helped me.  She walked to me,
standing besides my bed as she smiled down at me, still surreptitiously
glancing at my crotch, almost admiringly.  She bent down and kissed my
cheek, 'You do some work now sweety, I'll be back in an hour'.

   As my door closed, I cried a little, not with guilt, but happiness that
my plan was working, my mom was now eager to jerk me off regularly!

   The next hour dragged, and as I heard mom coming back up the stairs, I
dived at my desk, sitting there, still naked from the waist down,
pretending to work, as the door opened.

   'Hi sugar, is it ok if I help you now?', she smiled as she stood by my
desk, towel discreetly in her hand.

   'Well, mom, I really need to do this homework though?' I lied, trying
not to bounce my cock up and down as I talked.

   I saw my mom nodding, thinking, 'That's ok, Dr Andrews said you need to
work while I, you know, help.', and as she spoke, my mom dropped down to
her knees and crawled under my desk, her hands already caressing my cock
and balls.  'You just go back to whatever you were doing, don't mind me,
sweety'.

   I gulped, nodded, and turned into the desk, opening my legs so mom was
literally kneeling between my legs, jerking my cock.  I quietly opened my
browser and started watching porn, some milf on the screen gobbling down a
dick, as my mom wanked me expertly.  From under the desk I heard 'is this
ok, sweety?', and I grunted a yes, throbbing, her hands running up and down
my dick as I lost myself in the porn.  A few minutes later, I felt my balls
contract and I shot sperm up, presumably into the towel under the desk. 
She seemed to know just when to slow down, and when to stop, and with no
words at all I felt mom towelling me clean, gently wiping my cock, and
scooting up from under the desk without saying anything.  I quickly hid the
porn as she smiled, kissing my cheek again, and leaving.

   She jerked me off 4 more times before bed, and then after I'd gone to
sleep, grinning like an idiot, I felt her under my covers, her now familiar
touch rubbing my cock at midnight, 4am and 6am, and I didn't have to do
anything other than ejaculate.  She took care of the cleanup, her little
towel now always at her side.  This went on for the next week, my mom even
masturbating me under the breakfast table before class each day.

   Towards the end of the week, I started my phase 2 part of the plan. 
About 15 minutes before she was due to come in and 'help' me, I would jerk
off.  Her 'help' then took ages, and I even started wincing a little,
making her worry I was in pain, but I never complained.

   Before she spoke to me about it, I called her, voice changer all wired
up from my burner phone.

   'Hello Mrs Smith, this is Dr Andrews, how are you?  Is now a good time
to catchup?  How is John's treatment?' I tried to act professional.

   'Hello Dr, I'm very well thank you.  The treatment is fine, well, it
was, I mean, it started out easily enough, John would, ahem, release almost
immediately, many times a day, but by the end of the week, it seemed to
become difficult?  Is that normal?'

   I could hear her worrying, so I reassured her, 'Yes, John was in
yesterday for his weekly check, it's what I suspected I'm afraid.  It's
fairly common in this condition, the excessive, shall we say, wear and
tear, causes discomfort and soreness.  Even with lubrication and gentle
masturbation, the patient can end up in great pain.'

   I heard mom wince 'pain?  Oh dear, I don't want that, what can we do?'

   I almost hesitate, but go straight into it.  'Well, it's not for
everyone Mrs Smith, there is a solution, but you might want to hire a
professional, I can understand if you don't want to help him further.  Your
son needs to ejaculate faster, and using something more, well, more warm
and suited to the task.  Ideally, if he had a girlfriend I'd be asking her
to perform fellatio on John many times a day.'

   I left it there, wondering how mom would react to the Dr talking about a
'professional' and a 'girlfriend', hoping, praying, that she'd prefer to be
the one helping.

   I heard sharp intakes of breath, pauses, then more gulping.  'Fellatio.
I see.  You're talking about blowjobs, Dr Andrews?  You.  You're suggesting
my son should get blown ten times a day.  I mean, he doesn't have a
girlfriend Dr, and I'm really not getting a professional, a hooker in my
house!' There's a long pause, and I purposely say nothing, then she says,
quietly 'I understand what I need to do Dr'.

   Rather than cheer or squeal, I remain composed, 'good, good, Mrs Smith,
but I have to emphasise that it is absolutely imperative that you make him
think that not only is this something you're comfortable with, but that
you're actually enthusiastic about doing it, even looking forward to it. 
He needs to not only be relaxed, he needs to think you genuinely want
this.'

   Another pause, then quietly, 'I understand Dr, maybe I should be asking
him to allow me to do it, telling him how much I enjoy this?'

   I nod, trying to play the professional still, 'Yes, Mrs Smith that's
ideal.  I look forward to his next checkup, goodbye for now.'

   As I quickly tidied my equipment, I decided to go downstairs, mom was
sitting in the lounge, clearly thinking about how to approach this.  I sat
in the large chair, where yesterday she'd jerked me off 6 times, naked
below the waist as was my usual attire now.

   Before I could say anything she smiled over at me, clearly having
decided what to do.  'sweety, I've been thinking.  It's lovely jerking you
off over and over, but I wondered if.  I mean, that is, I'd love it if you
let me, if you.  allowed me to.  (Gulp), to suck you off instead'.

   As she looked at me, desperate for my reaction, I sat there, dumbstruck,
jaw almost on the floor, but wanting this moment to last forever.  'Suck me
off?  Oh I don't know mom, that seems kinda weird?  I'm not sure.' I shook
my head, as though slightly put off.

   Mom looked disappointed, then seemed to remember what the good Dr had
said about enthusiasm.  'Please sweety, you'll enjoy it I promise.  I'm
very good, I used to suck your dad off all the time.  There's no mess to
clean up, and I'd really appreciate it?  I'd.  I'd double your allowance if
you allowed me to suck you?'

   I gulped, shaking as my own mother practically begged to suck me off,
offering to pay me more allowance as I thought about how wonderfully this
was working out.  'Well, I don't know.  would you really pay me more
allowance?  You really want to suck me that much?'.  I found it really hard
not to grin.

   My mom nodded, like she felt that this was going ok, and smiled back at
me.  'Yes, yes of course, I'll pay.  I'll pay to suck you off!  Would you
like that?'.  She saw me going red, clearly excited, feeling like she's was
succeeding as she became bolder, 'you can relax, sit back, watch porn, play
video games, and just let me suck.  I'll (gulp) drain you.'

   As she said that my eyes rolled, and my cock twitched, and before I
could look back down, she was kneeling between my legs with her beautiful
eyes looking up at me.  Instead of jerking me as usual, mom's hands were
behind her back, and she was leaning into my crotch licking my cock, her
eyes never leaving mine.  She had clearly decided how to get me excited as
she looked up, her lips on the shaft of my hardening cock, and as she ran
her tongue up my member, she said 'please, can I suck you off now?'.

   As I nodded like an idiot, she shuffled forward, getting her face above
my dick, and dropped her head, her warm, tight, wonderful throat engulfing
my manhood in one movement.  I moaned, marvelling at how much better my
mom's throat felt than I ever imagined, and astounded at how much of a
fucking good deepthroater she was.  Without me doing anything, she started
to move her head up and down, her lips tightly pressing the sides of my
cock as it went deep, past her tonsils into her throat.  As I leaned back,
I felt her wanking me off inside her throat, grunting, knowing I was going
to burst at this incredible hands-free jackoff.  Within minutes, I felt
myself shaking, I grunted, and exploded a thick torrent of semen into her
throat.  Instead of stopping as I assumed she would, she gulped the jizz
down, and kept sucking, like she genuinely wanted to totally drain my
balls. As I felt the last spurt ooze out of my cock, I could feel mom's
lips and tongue becoming gentler, still sucking my cock, but less harsh,
more loving.  She stayed there, on her knees in my crotch, my cock feeling
lovely as it softened inside her mouth.

   As I started to relax, she didn't move, her tongue gently lapping my
balls, my cock staying all the way inside her throat.  I casually leant
over and grabbed the TV remote, flicking through the channels, then smiled
as I turned onto the porn network.  Mom didn't flinch as I scooted back in
the seat, her mouth staying on my cock.  I looked down, grinning, and asked
'you wanna stay and just keep sucking?  See how many loads you can swallow
like that?'.  She nodded, and slowly started to move her mouth up and down
my wet cock.  I couldn't believe the feeling, post orgasm, but still in her
mouth, still being sucked, her hands now caressing my thighs as she made
love to my dick with her mouth.  I had my own, ball draining mom, a superb
cocksucker on her knees, eager to get me off as many times a day as she
could.  I was in heaven.

   After a couple of hours of serious oral worship, I had ejaculated 4
times, each one as wonderful as the last, my sexy mom gobbling it all down
and staying there.  At bedtime, I yawned, and smiled down at mom as I got
up.  'I'd better go to bed now mom, I'm exhausted!'.

   Mom nodded, smiling, as she stood and straightened herself.  'Yes, of
course, I'll see you up there?'

   In the last few nights mom had been in my room 3 or 4 times a night, and
was starting to spend more time in there than her own bed.  So when she
came in soon after I went to bed, I wasn't overly surprised to see her in
her nightie, a lovely, sheer silk thing, not see-through enough for me, but
revealing enough to keep my balls churning.  Instead of kneeling next to
the bed and working on me, she got two pillows out of the under bed drawers
and licked her lips, like she was nervous.  'Sweety, I thought rather than
coming in and out all night, and disturbing you, I could sleep in here with
you?  Maybe I could sleep halfway down the bed, so I can, you know.  suck
you?'

   I shook with excitement.  'That sounds perfect mom, you can sleep
between my legs.  You can probably get me to release quite a few times like
that.  I sometimes sleep on my front mom, though?'

   I saw mom think, like it was a maths problem she was helping me with,
then as she was arranging the pillows she looked up at me.  'Well, that's
ok, you can sort of sleep on my face?  Like you're lying on my mouth, I'm
sure I can work out how not to choke!'.

   I almost came there and then, gulping, trying to remain calm, 'yes, yes,
that would work, but you won't be able to move your head much?  I mean, I
guess I could, you know.  move for you?'

   Mom nodded in agreement, and then blurted out without thinking, 'you
mean, you'd fuck my mouth?'.  Then suddenly she blushed, embarrassed at
what she'd said, remembering that I was her son, not her lover.

   I grinned, nodding, 'yeah, that's right.  I'll fuck your face, and mom,
don't worry about the dirty talk, believe me, I'm more than happy to fuck
your face.' I almost whispered, seeing if she was offended, 'I'll treat it
like a pussy'.

   I heard her gasp at my directness, as she got down and lay on her back,
face up.  I turned over onto my front, my legs either side of her head,
looking back under my body as I slowly spread my legs and lowered my
dangling cock into her open mouth.  I felt the warm wetness engulf my dick,
my cock's new home.  Almost as soon as I started to put my weight on my
mom, I felt her tense up slightly, shuffling around, obviously getting used
to the immobile position.  She was a real trooper though, quietly choking
and gagging but not pushing me away, not stopping, even running her tongue
around my cock as she felt it hardening.  As she wrapped her arms around my
waist above her head, I started humping her face, literally fucking her
throat like it was a college girl's pussy down there, harder and harder,
feeling my balls banging into her chin, my pubes in her eyes.

   As I carried on doing pushups on my mom's wet face, I closed my eyes,
thinking how fantastic this was, how fabulous it felt.  My mom's tight,
warm throat underneath me as I rammed my dick in deep, feeling her suck and
lick to increase the pleasure, clearly devoted 100% to just making me shoot
my load.  Before long I felt another orgasm approach, and I pushed deep,
hard into her face, cum spewing down her throat, my cock spasming it's load
directly into her tummy.  I heard her gulp and gulp, consuming my semen,
seemingly eager to swallow.

   After I'd finished, I flopped down, feeling her gently suckling the head
of my dick, cleaning me, sucking up the blobs of cum from inside me,
hoovering me out.  I rolled over onto my back, expecting her to get up, but
she managed to roll with me, awkwardly manoeuvring herself so that my cock
never left her mouth.  I drifted off to sleep with my mom's wet face welded
to my crotch, and it felt like she was an attachment, a human cocksleeve.
It was wonderful.

   I don't remember much about my wet dreams, but mom told me when I woke
up that I'd cum 3 times in the night.  I joked that she didn't need to eat
breakfast, and she smiled.

   I swear she was really, genuinely getting into orally servicing me 24x7.

   As far as I was concerned this was heaven!