So a few days ago, my mom called me down for dinner, and I sat down in my usual seat at the table. She moved closer next to me. Her hand moved between my legs and my cock which was limp from wanking off to jailbait on the Misc. section, but started to grow into her awaiting fingers. She began to give me a slow hand job as I sat there eating my protein dense chicken. She ran her tongue along the edge of my ear and whispered, "Tell me when you are close to cumming and I'll stop. I want to jack you off until we you finish eating then let you cum." I could have cum then with those sultry words in my ear. The next two hours were pure eating pleasure on the my plate as she stroked me to the brink of pleasure then stopped and started again after a minute of rest. The rest breaks became more frequent as I got closer to finishing my 6th meal of the day. It was dark as I ate half naked at the family table. How cool was this! She was still slowly stroking me as I was finishing up my last bite of barbeque sauced chicken. She stopped and put my finished plate into the dishwasher, then returned to my cock as I got into a more comfortable position. I kicked my pants off as she bent over and placed her lips over my cock head. Her hand pumped my cock so fast and with all the cock teasing over the last two hours, I came right away. I moaned out as rivers of cum poured from my cock and I don't think that I had ever cum so much or so hard in my life.
I looked up into the darkness of our kitchen as the pleasant sensation filled my head. I had my hands on my her head, caressing her face and hair while white cum filled her mouth. I could feel her throat move and swallow my sperm. When we both were done, she looked up and smiled at me in the dim light of far away street light. She kissed me and I tasted my own salty cum lingering on her lips. She patted my butt and said we needed to turn on the dishwashing machine. While she went over to turn it on, I put my foot back into my clothing and pulled up my shorts as I stood back up.
The following days were pure intense sex sessions with her. How she kept her mind on her business that week, I will never know. Soon I was on a jet headed for the west coast facing a new college semester. The challenge of this semester was being away from her when we wanted each other so badly. I decided to call her every day and have phone sex as often as possible. The possibility of her changing her mind about our love could easily change without frequent contact. I had some photos of her loaded on my laptop that was taken of her with she was younger as well as some recent photos I took. She had some photos and home videos of me to view as well. If we could struggle through these months of separation, the homecoming at Christmas break would be so special.
So what do you think, Misc.? Is she hitting on me?
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