I had just got home from work at about seven thirty that evening. I was a little nervous at what I would find waiting for me at home, so I took a deep breath and removed the keys from the car ignition.
I guess I should explain a little first. About a few weeks ago my mum and I started to embark down a path that one could describe as unusual. I am twenty four years old and have had only one girlfriend in my life and she didn’t last long, basically because I was a little shy. I think we kissed each other but that was it.
My mum had brought me up all alone and I never knew my dad at all. However, up until a few weeks ago, we were a fairly ‘normal family‘. That changed over a very short period of time, especially when I started getting the hots for my mum. After all she has lovely long legs, nice boobs and at forty four years old she still looks gorgeous.
My feelings for her just grew out of all proportion and though I didn’t know it at the time, she was feeling the same way about me. I guess things came to head when she walked in on me taking a shower one morning. My cock was in my hand and it was big. She looked at me, apologised and walked back out. Since then, she always looked like she had something on her mind when we were together.
The next step was mine to take and I just went for it. I deliberately walked in on her one evening, also taking a shower. I had a towel wrapped around my waist and I just stood there and watched her shampoo her hair. She screamed when she saw me watching her but eventually calmed down when she realised who it was, but asked me to hand her a towel from the rail.
I did just that, not any towel, and certainly not the one she asked for, but the one that was hiding my raging hard-on. I handed it to her. She took it, wrapped it around herself, and then stared at my erection. I could see her face was flushed and her mouth opened slightly. Perhaps a sigh or a gasp had left her lips, but I didn’t hear anything.
“Nice, isn‘t it,” I commented. She never took her eyes off it.
I walked towards her pulled the towel from her as she stepped out of the shower. I lifted my hand and felt her breast and she just pulled me in for the deepest, sexiest kiss that I had ever experienced.
Since then the sex had been outstanding, raunchy and she has taught me so much in such a short time.
Before I went to work this morning however, she quipped that I needed to be taught a lesson which is the reason that I was now unsure of what would happen and wondering what lie in store for me inside.
As I was about to get out of the car, mum appeared from the side entrance and walked towards me. My mouth dropped open. My eyes jumped out of their sockets and my cock twitched. Mum was sporting a tight, thigh-length skirt and a top that revealed all her ample charms. A thin but smart coat was draped over her shoulders.
She opened the car door, flipped her coat into the back seat and slid into the passenger seat. I looked at her in disbelief. I had never seen her dress like that before. She slowly turned her head towards me.
“Drive,” she said; her words sharp and direct.
I looked at her, trying to make out the reason for such a firm statement.
“Fucking drive or I shall get out,” she commanded, her voice firmer and with a condescending tone.
“Where?”
“Anywhere, the countryside, pick some nice deserted roads,” she said as she smiled at me. “You‘re going to need them,” she added.
I put the car in gear and we were off, to nowhere in particular.
As I drove I periodically glanced over at her, as we rounded a corner to join a main road out of town, I saw her hand disappear into her blouse and stroke her nipple. My mouth opened involuntarily as I stared at her.
“Keep your eyes on the fucking road, I don‘t want to die,” she said as she looked at me, still twisting her nipple in her hand. “Fuck, I love pulling on my tits,” she declared, matter-of-factly while staring straight ahead.
Whenever I was on a straight piece of road and with nothing behind me I stole glances of her and what she was doing to herself.
“Is your cock hard looking at me touch myself?” she asked me.
“It‘s pretty stiff and I’m getting very turned on, yes,” I replied; my breathing laboured and deliberate. I saw her smile to herself. Then she turned in her seat to face me.
“I want you to drive carefully, OK,” she told me, “I want you to concentrate on driving and not on your cock. Can you do that?” she asked.
I nodded, in sheer anticipation.
My mother then started to unbutton my jeans. I started to slow the car down, to stop, so that I could help her.
“Don’t you dare stop!” she exclaimed, “keep driving.” I did as I was told, my eyes fixed on the road ahead, but every now and then I glanced down to see how she was progressing. My cock needed to get out of my jeans and fast, I was panting with expectation of her getting her hands on it and hopefully her lips as well.
Suddenly my cock was out, I don’t know how she managed it but it was poking straight up at me. Her hands circled around it and then I could feel her slowly pumping it up and down. She scooped my balls out of my jeans and placed them precociously over the end of my zip; I could feel it periodically bite into the soft skin. It was noticeable but not unbearable. It was such a pleasurable feeling. Mum was smiling and stroking my cock all the same time.
“I love your cock,” she said, “circumcised and big and just the right size,” she said.
“Made for pumping…” I didn’t know where her words were coming from but they were really turning me on.
“We are going to play a little game, Tom,” she said, “I am going to wank you off, and when I say the word, you have one minute to spurt all the spunk your balls are holding over my hand. Do you understand?” She waited patiently for my reply.
“Yes,” I said as I nodded. Mum was one hell of a horny, sexy woman, it was all I could do to keep calm and concentrate on driving. I couldn’t believe her words, her actions and her forcefulness. I was more than horny and up for what she was about to do.
She wanked my cock slowly, pulling my balls off the zipper as she got to the top of her stroke. Then she slid her hand back down. Her motions were very reserved, slow and deliberate.
“You have one minute from now to cum all over my hand Tom, otherwise you have to pay the price,” she informed me. She started a stop watch that she placed on the dashboard of the car.
Her hand just continued in the same motion, there was no urgency on her part and I needed her to speed up, to pull me off a little faster so that I could convert the feeling into an orgasm.
“Thirty seconds left, Tom…” she declared, looking intently at the stop watch.
Fuck, I thought to myself, normally I would close my eyes and concentrate but I was driving. The road, the driving, the occasional pinching from my zip on my balls, all of these things were distracting me from coming. Fuck this was hard work, I thought.
“Ten seconds left, Tom.”
I was begging myself to cum. I was pumping my arse up and down on the seat in opposite motions to her hand to try and make it more urgent. Then she stopped.
“You failed, you useless fucking prick!” She shot the words at me like they had come from a gun. I was shocked at how violent her words sounded, this was not my mum, this was different; It was a nice different as well.
“Ah, Fuck,” I cried out suddenly, the car veering to the left before I corrected it.
“Fucking useless cock,” she declared as she hit my cock with the back of her hand.
“Ah Fuck, no, don‘t,” I cried as several more slaps descended upon it.
“Useless, useless, useless, cock,” she shouted once more.
The sudden pain of having my willy spanked shot through me, my attention drawn to stopping her rather than keeping the car on the road.
“Stop the car, right now!” she ordered.