Mother & Son Have Oral Sex Ch. 03

There are no underage characters in this story. All characters portrayed are over 18-years-old. This story directly relates to my previous story, Mom's First, Blind, Internet Date.

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Mother & Son Have Oral Sex, Ch. 03

Like mother like son, son's girlfriend dumps him when he refuses to eat her squirting pussy after mother's dumps her blind date for forcing to suck his cock.

Continued from Chapter 02:

A frightful failure for him, especially when he was thinking more about having sex with his mother than with his girlfriend, sometimes he gave Ginger an orgasm with his cock but most times he didn't. Most times, too busy thinking about having sex with his mother, whenever he thought of having sex with his mother while having sex with Ginger, he'd be sexually excited enough to give his girlfriend an orgasm. Only, when he fell out of his sexual fantasy of having sex with is mother instead of his girlfriend, along with his cock softening, his sexual excitement waned for Ginger. Obviously, held hostage by his incestuous, sexual fantasy for his mother, he more wanted to have sex with his mother than he wanted to have sex with his girlfriend.

With him not wearing a condom, not wanting to take the chance of getting her pregnant, even though she was on the pill, he always withdrew himself from inside of her before cumming. Just as he didn't trust birth control pills and/or trust her to remember to take one, he hated condoms. Needless to say, with the fantasy of having sex with his mother temporarily over, he always withdrew himself before giving her an orgasm. Had he worn a condom, able to stay inside of her longer, perhaps she'd have more orgasms too. Obviously, just as he didn't want to get Ginger pregnant, he didn't want to be obligated to marry her.

Only it didn't feel as good when fucking her while wearing a condom than it did when fucking her when not wearing a condom. Besides, the condom interfered with his imagined image of having sex with his mother. With his mother's tube tied, she could no longer get pregnant and if he was to have sexual intercourse with her, he wouldn't need to wear a condom. With her sucking him to completion and with him not always giving her a sexual orgasm, no doubt having him as a boyfriend was sexually frustrating for her as it was guilt ridden for him.

Every time he was with her, she sucked him dry and licked him clean while staring up at him with her pretty face and her big, beautiful, blue eyes. Every time he was with her, he ejaculated his cum in her mouth and she swallowed his cum. Only with all of the times he was with her, with his mother constantly intruding upon his sexual and romantic thoughts, he seldom returned the sexual favor by giving his beloved girlfriend oral sex. Moreover, to make his sexual matters worse, as much as he professed to love Ginger and as much as he loved her blowjobs, he hated going down on her and eating her pussy.

No doubt, if he loved eating Ginger's pussy as much as she seemingly loved sucking his cock, he'd be thinking of licking his mother's cunt every time he licked his girlfriend's cunt. For sure, even with him imagining his mother was blowing him, he loved humping Ginger's mouth and fucking her face while feeling her big tits whenever she was blowing him. That was a given. Only with him not returning the sexual favor by eating her as much as she blew him, and with his mother constantly and continuing intruding about his sexual thoughts, he was jeopardizing his relationship with his girlfriend.

Even though she was exceptional at sucking his cock and gave him the best blowjobs he ever had, he seldom returned the favor. Even though she always got him to cum, leaving her sexually frustrated, he didn't always get her to cum. Denying her the same sexual pleasure that she gave him, he failed her as a lover. By thinking more of having sex with his mother than with her, he failed her as a boyfriend.

Only, this time was different. Finally done with always getting her boyfriend to cum, obviously Ginger wanted to cum too. Instead of putting her off as he was usually able to do, this time no ands, ifs, buts, or maybes, Ginger wanted him to eat her cunt. In the way she always went down on him, she wanted him to go down on her. She wanted him to finger her pussy while licking her pussy. Moreover, she didn't want him to stop until she had an orgasm from him giving her oral sex.

Chapter 03:

Calling him out on his selfish, sexual behavior, Ginger wanted Michael to get her to cum too. She wanted him to eat her. She wanted him to lick her as much as she sucked him. Why not? She was just as horny as he was, if not more. In the way she always gave him an orgasm and allowed him to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow his cum, he seldom gave her one. He seldom allowed her to cum in her mouth. Unless by accident before spitting her ejaculation out of his mouth, he never swallowed her. If anything, he owed her an oral orgasm, lots of oral orgasms, as many oral orgasms as she gave him.

This time, instead of him saying he was too tired and ready to fall asleep after she sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, she wanted him to reciprocate the oral, sexual favor of eating her pussy. This time, she wanted him to finger her pussy while licking her pussy until she had her oral orgasm. This time, Ginger wanted Michael to eat her and not stop eating her until she had an oral orgasm with his mouth and with his fingers. This time, instead of leaving her sexually frustrated, in the way that he always ejaculated in her mouth, she wanted to ejaculate in his mouth too. In the way she swallowed his cum, she wanted him to swallow her cum too.

"Now that I blew you and now that you ejaculated your cum in my mouth and I swallowed your cum, I need you to get me off too, Michael. I need you to lick my pussy while fingering my pussy. In the way I always give you an orgasm with my mouth, I need you to give me an orgasm with your mouth too. I need to cum in your mouth. Eat me, Michael. Eat me. Lick my pussy. Make me cum," said Ginger staring at him with her baby blues.

Stalling for time, so odd that he wouldn't be thrilled to return the oral, sexual favor of giving his girlfriend orgasmic pleasure too, he tried to think of what else he could do to get out of eating her pussy. He tried to think of what else they could do besides him giving her oral sex and her cumming in his mouth. An odd thing for a man not to want to give his beloved girlfriend oral sex at a time like this, he desperately tried to think of anything that would hopefully distract her from wanting him to eat her cunt.

Even though he loved her, he didn't love going down on her, an understatement. Even though he loved her, he hated eating her pussy. Even though he loved her, something he hated to admit even to himself, he became physically ill when she ejaculated in his mouth. There was no way that he'd ever enjoy eating her pussy.

"I'm tired," he said feigning a loud yawn. "Let's watch some TV or we can play a game. How about a drink? We can for out for a drink. Would you like to do that?"

As if her face was a kaleidoscope and her internal bellwether as to how she felt, she looked at him with a face full of changing emotions. She looked at him with horniness and hopefulness before looking at him with sadness that turned into anger. It was obvious that she wasn't going to take no for an answer. It was obvious that she wouldn't listen to any more excuses. She wanted him to eat her.

"No, I don't want to watch television, play a game, or go out for a drink. I want you to eat me, Michael. Eat me. You never eat me. Lick my pussy. Make me cum with your mouth and with your fingers. In the way you exploded your cum in my mouth and splashed it against the back of my throat, I need to cum in your mouth too," said Ginger. "Lick me. Lick my pussy, Michael. I'm so horny, please eat me. Please? I beg you to eat me," she said. When he didn't respond, she asked the million-dollar question. "Why won't you eat me?"

He loved her, he really did. He loved everything about her. He loved her long, lush, red hair as much as he loved her big, expressive, blue eyes, and her Irish freckles. He loved her sexy, curvy, and shapely body. He loved her smile, her intelligence, her quick wit, and her fun personality. From out of all of the girlfriends his friends had, she was the hottest. No comparison, none of his friends had a girlfriend hotter than Ginger. She was the most beautiful with the best body and had the best personality by far.

Only, sadly, incestuously convolutedly, and perversely perverted, he loved his mother more. More sexually attracted to his mother than he was to his girlfriend, he'd much rather have sex with his mother than to have sex with Ginger. No doubt, if only he could, he'd much rather eat his mother's cunt, than to eat his girlfriend's pussy. He'd rather make love to his mother than to fuck his girlfriend. Just once, if only to know what it would feel like, he'd love for his mother to stroke his prick while sucking his prick. He'd love for his mother to blow him. He'd love to cum in his mother's beautiful mouth.

'This is insane. I'm insane', he thought. 'What's wrong with me to want to have sex with my mother? Even worse, what's wrong with me to want to have sex with my mother more than I want to have sex with my beautiful, sexy girlfriend?'

Even though he imagined them getting married one day, he was unable to remove his mother from his head and from their bed. He imagined them having a brood of redheaded children one day. Looking like a young, Nicole Kidman but with tits and not as thin but shapelier, she was so spellbindingly beautiful. She was so sexy. With them best friends, they were perfectly matched for one another. Never had he ever met a woman as stunningly beautiful as Ginger and, probably, he never would again. He needed to sexually take care of her. He needed to give her what she wanted and what she wanted was for him to give her oral sex.

Alas, other than his mother, there was no other woman who he loved more and would rather be with sexually than Ginger. Only, even though it was nothing more than an incestuous, sexual fantasy when thinking about his mother in such an inappropriate, sexual way, he couldn't stop himself from thinking of his mother naked. He couldn't stop himself from imagining touching her, feeling her, and fondling her naked body everywhere a son should never touch, feel, and fondle his naked mother. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about having sex with his mother. If ever his mother sexually wanted him in the way that he sexually wanted her, sadly and convolutedly, with him not even understanding why, he'd drop Ginger in a heartbeat.

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Unfortunately, in the way that she obviously enjoyed sucking him and he loved her blowing him, he never could get into eating her pussy. Terrible for him to admit that about a woman so very beautiful and for a woman that he supposedly loved, eating her just wasn't his thing. Hating to admit it even to himself and something he could never confess to her but eating Ginger's pussy was nasty, gross, and disgusting. More of a turn off than it was a turn on, as if he was seasick on a beautiful, cruise ship, instead of sexually exciting him, she made him physically ill whenever he ate her.

'Yuck, gross,' he thought whenever licking her cunt. 'That was so disgusting. I hope I never have to do that again.'

If there was one thing he loved about her, it was the one thing that he hated about her too. Having a love/hate affair with her pussy, as much as he loved her pussy when fucking her, he hated her pussy when eating her. Not that she smelled, she didn't. She was clean. She had no odor, unpleasant or pleasant, at all. The problem was she was so wet, so sticky wet, and so ungodly wet. She was always so very wet, way too wet for him to enjoy eating her. Eating her was like licking warm, thick soup.

Literally gagging him and drowning him in a constant flow of her vaginal secretions, as if her pussy was the fountain at the Bellagio Casino in Las Vegas, her pussy was a tiny pond of shooting fluids. Not even close, he had eaten women before who were nowhere as wet as she always was. Just as he hated having so much of her vaginal secretions being rubbed all over his face, in his mouth, in his eyes, and even inside of his nose, she loved mashing his face in her soaking wet, fiery red cunt.

As if she had the hormones and the horniness of a testosterone filled man, she loved having sex. She was insatiable. After he fucked her and she sucked him, she was ready to go again and again. If she was anything, she was a sexually passionate lover, especially when she was sexually aroused by him licking her cunt.

Not understanding and not knowing what the Hell it was until he did some online research about female ejaculation, whenever she had a sexual orgasm, she squirted a small, Dixie cup full of liquid from her Skene glands. Not that he had been with a lot of woman, when he hadn't, yet he had never been with a woman who squirted. He had never been with a woman who was so very sopping wet, much too wet for his sexual tastes. More than her being so wet was his unfounded and irrational concern as to what the liquid was that she squirted. Was it all her vaginal secretions or was it urine?

Every time she squirted her paraurethral fluids in his mouth, with his imagination getting the better of him, he suspected that she was peeing in his mouth. Even though he was as queasy about it as he was illogical about it, he suspected that she was unloading the contents of her full bladder in his mouth. As much as he told himself and tried to convince himself that it wasn't pee by a different type of fluid, whenever he ate her, he thought he was going to puke. Whenever he ate her, he couldn't help but think that he was licking and swallowing her urine.

Even though it didn't smell like or taste like urine, not that he knew what urine tasted like, but with her letting loose so much liquid, an ridiculous thing to believe, he couldn't help but feel that she was peeing in his mouth. Maybe had he been more sexually experienced, he would have been okay with her squirting so much fluid in his mouth. Maybe if he had come across another woman who had squirted before, he wouldn't be as surprised, as confused, as bothered by, and grossed out by her excessive wetness as he was now. Only, the thought of her peeing his mouth made him physically ill.

With her vaginal secretions in his eyes, up his nose, filling his mouth, and even in his ears, after a while, as if being waterboarded by her vaginal secretions, he couldn't breathe. Obviously, maybe because he hated going down on her but what took him only a few minutes to cum in her beautiful mouth, took him twenty minutes or more to get her off. The truth of the matter was with him not having any interest in eating her squirting pussy, and with him personally responsible in figuratively and literally drowning their relationship, he was lost in a sea of vaginal fluid.

Unable to get by her squirting and with her always being so very soaking wet, either he was doing something wrong or it was obvious to her that he didn't enjoy cunnilingus, especially not with her. Making matters much worse, in the way that Ginger was a great cocksucker, the best cocksucker, when licking and fingering a pussy, he had no idea what he was doing. By his own admission, he was the worst pussy licker, fingerer, and eater.

He needed to take a course in how to lick and finger a pussy. With this never coming up in sexual education class, he wished there was a course he could take in cunnilingus, especially one for women who squirted. He wished he knew a sex therapist, someone to talk to about female ejaculations. He felt how a woman, who didn't like sucking cock, must feel when being grossed out by giving blowjobs and how she must feel when a man cums in her unwillingly, reluctant mouth.

Ruining the fairytale romance they had, he needed to get over eating her or he would surely lose her. Just as she, no doubt, couldn't be with a man who was grossed out by her squirting, he couldn't be with a woman who grossed him out with her squirting. Either he needed to break up with her or he needed to just shut the fuck up, lick it all up, and suck it all up. The perfect woman in every other way, with her being so beautiful, so sexy, and with him having nothing else to complain about, he should have a problem.

Not into giving her cunnilingus, even though he had tried and miserably failed, he really didn't know what the Hell he was doing when lying in between her legs and licking and licking her while fingering her. Most times, he'd get lockjaw or a stiff neck in his oral marathon in trying to get her to cum. Sometimes, he'd even get a leg cramp while assuming his prone position for so very long. Then, when she did have her orgasm and shot more than a mouthful of liquid in his mouth, gagging as if drowning after being waterboarded by Ginger's flood of fluid, he thought he'd puke.

With him fingering her pussy faster and deeper, and rubbing her clit harder, while licking her, licking her, and licking her, most times she didn't even cum. Most times they stopped with her being so very sexually frustrated that she finished herself off with her vibrator. Obviously, with him not in the right frame of mind, between him thinking of having sex with his mother and being turned off by her squirting, it was his fault that he was unable to give her an oral orgasm.

Not right and not fair, he felt like such a shit when he should be feeling like a sexual hero. Obviously, just as she was put off that it took him so long to get her to cum, he was put off by waiting for the big gush as if she was a geyser at Yellowstone. Then, when she did finally get off, always taking him by surprise, she gushed like a firehose. She ejaculated enough liquid to fill a small cup. She squirted out enough liquid that easily overflowed his mouth.

He felt overwhelmed and outmatched like Quint, played by Robert Shaw in Stephen Spielberg's movie made from Peter Benchley's book, Jaws, must have felt. Just as Roy Scheider, as Martha's Vineyard's, Chief of Police, Brody, said his famous line when he saw the immense size of the shark, Michael felt the same way.

"We're going to need a bigger boat," said Chief Brody the first time he saw Jaws.

'I'm going to need a bigger mouth,' thought Michael the first time Ginger spewed her pussy juices in his mouth.

Alone in the dark between Ginger's shapely thighs, he felt lost at sea like Captain Ahab must have felt in Herman Melville's Moby Dick. When Captain Ahab was struck with fear when he saw the enormity of the Moby Dick's white whale tale splashing up a huge wave, Michael felt the same way when Ginger flooded his mouth.

"There she blows!"

Because of Ginger's voluminous female ejaculations, opposite as a Catholic at Lent, he no longer ate fish. He felt how a woman must feel at a swingers' party during a circle jerk with a dozen men giving her a messy facial by cumming in her mouth during a Bukkake party.

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Nonetheless, torn with guilt and obligation to eat his girlfriend to reciprocate her always sucking him, he relented. Taking one for the team, he took a big breath of courage. He was going down. He was going down on his girlfriend. He was going to eat Ginger's pussy. He was going to give her an oral orgasm with his tongue and with his fingers. No matter what, braving the consequences of being waterboarded by her excess vaginal secretions when eating her pussy, he was going to lick her pussy and finger her pussy until she had a gushing tsunami of an orgasm. He only wished he had a lobster bib to wear with an attached bilge pump.