Mother's Problem Ch. 02

Patricia saw stars once more as her body went rigid, mashing her cunt up into his face. She dug her nails into his head and screamed as the ocean of finality hit her over and over. The orgasm lasted for an eternity to her and even as the throbs lessened, Daniel hadn't stopped his ministrations..

"Please stop," she begged, not because she really wanted to but now that her wits were returning, the uncomfortableness of the door was beginning to hurt her back. She asked once more and then felt a suction on her clit.

"Oh no, please, stop," she began begging with a louder crescendo of pleas. The pressure increased and her toes curled painfully in her heels.

"Daniel my heels," she pleaded out to him, her voice shaking now as she approached another orgasm. Frantically she tried to push herself off the door, but her son held her steadfast against the door. Her pussy spread, even more, accommodating the fingers he put into her. Then an old forgotten feeling squeezed her clit. Rolled around in his teeth, Patricia screamed and slammed her hands on the door she came once more. The orgasm again went on forever as he massaged her sex relentlessly with his mouth and fingers. She couldn't recall a time any lover in her youthful days had managed this. Everything ended slowly and as she relaxed, Daniel let her fall to the floor.

She was touched that he made sure her fall to the floor was gentle. Her eyes stared down into the house, unable to focus on anything. Never before had she been like this.

"You okay?"

Patricia looked at her son. There was concern on his face. With a smile, she reached out and pulled him into a kiss. From there, she worked herself back up and shoved him back to the floor.

"Time for yours Daniel," she said.

He held up his hands and told her no.

"No?"

"Yeah, I need a shower. Long day and gym class had us running."

"We could shower together," she offered.

"Not yet, I want to clean up. And I have to cook dinner."

"We can do pizza."

He agreed with her and got up. Patricia tried to grab him but he managed to slip away.

"What the hell?" she asked herself. Was there something wrong with her fucking him? It was just like the night before. Except that he had shown a remarkable amount of skill eating her out. That was a change from the day before and welcomed, but right now, his refusal and calling the shots had her frustrated. With a sigh. She got up and followed his example and headed up to her own bedroom to shower.

The biggest thing in her bedroom, besides the king size bed that was framed by large oak beams that were a part of a misguided attempt at an earlier princess phase, was the large mirror on the wall. Many hours had been spent in front of it, inspecting her body for flaws and looking for places to sculpt to perfection with exercise.

At thirty-eight, Patricia had made sure that when Daniel had reached an old enough age, that she would have a beautiful body to offer a man. It had never been her real intention to return to the twenty-year-old- girl who was an absolute slut, but she didn't want to be locked up much longer. She had found a man, and was happy for it to be Daniel.

Stripping out of her clothes, she got into the shower. The hot water cooled her body from the intense desires for sex it had. Washing up increased the fire.

Sudding herself up was nice, but having a man do it would be better. Plus, the soaps she washed with were one of the few amenities she allowed herself to have. She hadn't said anything to Daniel yet, but any money she could save was sitting in an account for college. So far, even the soap ran around a hundred dollars, she had saved a substantial amount for him on a teacher's salary. Frugal living had paid off for that fund, but it meant that she had gone without for many years. That is why, she decided, it hurt so much that Daniel had denied her earlier. She was tired of being denied.

"Hey Patricia, you okay in there?"

She turned the shower off and got out.

"Yeah, just showering. What do want?"

"Nothing, it's almost five, aren't you hungry?"

She was, but she couldn't eat right now food right now. Not because she wasn't hungry because she was famished, but because she wanted her

stomach empty in case anal was on the table. Hopefully, that would bear fruit tonight.

"Yes, come here," she called out.

The door to her bedroom closed and she heard him step outside the door.

"Come inside Daniel, not like you haven't seen me before."

The door to the bathroom was open and she was drying off her body when he came in. There was a gasp.

"Like what you see?" she said with a smile straightening up and looking at him.

"You're beautiful," he said, jaw agape.

Patricia blushed a bit at the compliment. Daniel was standing in the doorway, just wearing a pair of boxers. In the fabric, she could see the outline of his hard cock. It made her feel peckish and she lunged at him. Before Daniel could react, she had his boxers down at his feet and was on her knees in front of him.

"Time to return the favor and as you have already asked, I am hungry."

"Patricia, no I want to wait."

Ignoring him, she gripped his hard dick and leveled it to her face. Before he could stop her she leaned forward and licked the tip of his dick tentatively. He didn't stop her after that and Patricia rewarded herself.

Eyes closed, she licked the tip a lot, lubing it up and trying to find his sensitive areas. One of her hands moved to cradle and massage his balls. They were completely bare of hair and now her son was moaning. Kissing down his shaft, she lifted out of the way and began planting kisses on her sack.

"Mom that tickles."

That word made her stop and glare up at him.

"Sorry, caught up in the moment," he murmured. His apology sated her and she went back to greedily sucking him off. This time, the sucking pulled his entire length into her mouth and down her throat.

"Fuck," he cried out and his hands moved to grip her head. Patricia relaxed but bopped her head gently. Daniel got the message and began to move his hips. Whatever complaints he had about waiting no longer mattered to him as his thrusts steadily grew more powerful. Cupping his balls once more, she began to massage them and marveled at how full they felt. Their eyes locked for a few seconds and the Patricia felt him tense.

His orgasm could be felt boiling out of his balls before being heralded by his surging member. Patricia pulled off his cock until just the head was in her mouth. When he came, not only did she want to fill her mouth of it, she wanted to savor every drop.

Daniel grunted and shook as she sucked on the head of his cock. Each spurt of warm cum slid down her throat and by the time his spurts stopped and she had sucked everything out of him. Her stomach felt full.

"That was delicious," she said standing up. Daniel had a look of bewilderment in his eyes and only nodded at her. With a smile, she told him to order his pizza and come back upstairs. She wasn't waiting any longer and needed to fuck. He left her and Patricia complimented herself.

"Just like riding a bike," she said out loud. Looking over to the bathroom mirror, it seemed like her age had regressed a bit. There was glow that hadn't been seen in years that added a youthful tenor to her. Turning her hips, she slapped her ass and watched how it firmness turned red in the mirror. With a moan, she headed to her bed.

Blowing her son had been worth it. Whatever reservation Daniel had been trying to erect was gone it seemed. Maybe he would come in and ravish her, which is what she wanted. Plopping onto the bed on her side, she lay so that her ass was angled towards the door and waited for his return.

"Hey mom, pizza is ordered," Daniel said and her hand gripped her ass, pulling it up and exposing her smoldering cunt to the cool air. It almost made her her cum knowing that even after a shower, her body had lubricated up for him fast.

"Did you make sure to order sausage?" she called out to him. His footsteps sounded and he came into the room.

"I did not...oh," he said. Patricia looked back at him and smiled.

"Get up and get in, I need that sausage badly."

His boxers dropped and his cock pointed up looking as if it were straining.

"Patricia, I want to wait more," he said. "What if we miss the delivery?"

"Go grab your phone, set an alarm, I am sure we have plenty of time. Now hurry," she commanded. Daniel took off and she realized the folly of charging him with a chore. He would surely take advantage and use the excuse to continue to deny her.

"Dammit," she said to herself, biting her lip in frustration. What game was he playing? Turning over and getting ready to fetch him, she was surprised when he walked back into the room.

"They said an hour or so, but you know how fast they are," he said.

"Well. Stop wasting time and get over here."

He actually obeyed her and walked over to the bed.

"Bring your ass to the edge," he said. The language made her flinch.

"Watch your mouth," she said.

"Are you serious?"

"I'm still your mother," she said.

"No your not. You're Patricia," he said, edge in his voice. "Now, bring your ass to the edge."

Patricia nodded and scooted over to him. Wasn't this what she wanted? She couldn't answer that as she spread herself in front of him, her ass as close to the edge as possible. Their groins were leveled perfectly.

"Well?" she asked, waiting for his next action. She could hear the blood pumping in her ears as she watched him. He gripped his dick and rested the head against her slit. The slight impact made her moan.

"Good Patricia, that's what you want to be called right?"

She nodded.

"Not my mother?"

Patricia didn't know where he was going with this, but she pushed herself forward, pushing the head of his cock into her slit and against her clit. She

shook in pleasure and groaned. Then it was gone, resting again against her slit.

"What?" she asked.

"I won't give it to you until you deal with your issue."

"What issue is that?" she asked, wiggling her hips, trying to entice him further.

"I don't want to call you Patricia."

She froze and locked eyes with him. Her heart was pumping hard now and a pit grew in her stomach.

"I uh," she said stumbling to find the words to respond.

"I won't call you that mom," he said. She felt her lips spread as he pushed forward. Shuttering, she moaned in more frustration.

"Fuck me, Daniel," she begged.

"Not until you say it right," he said narrowing his eyes at her.

"What the hell do you want me to say? Oh..." she was trying to get angry, but then his meat was rubbing against her clit. It was getting to hard for to

concentrate and as she gripped the sheets, the teasing was driving her mad.

"I want you to tell your son to fuck you," he said to her.

"Daniel, fuck me," Patricia said.

"No mom. Tell your son to fuck his mother."

Shaking and becoming more irate with the denial, Patricia realized at that moment she was fighting a losing battle. There was no going back. She couldn't get up and walk away. It was already done, and the only way to stop is if Daniel refused. She didn't want that by a long shot. Just having him around was a tease and she would be driven insane not having him. She loved him.

"Fuck me, son, fuck your mother," she said. The pit in her stomach disappeared at the moment his cock pushed passed her vulva and her pussy swallowed his cock.

"Oh son, yes," she screamed, cumming with a few strokes. He kept reaming her out and the orgasm built into higher levels of pleasure, reducing her into a screaming banshee.

"Jeez mom, you okay?" Daniel asked bringing her out of euphoria and back into reality.

"I didn't tell you to stop," she said with obvious sadness in her voice. She wanted to be destroyed to complete satisfaction.

"I have to in a second. Pretty sure the Pizza is close."

"Fuck the pizza guy," she said.

"Would you?"

The question stopped her mentally. She contemplated if he was really offering.

"It would make one hell of a tip," she said. "I thought I was your woman?"

"You are, but I don't want you to get bored," he said.

"Son, I haven't had sex in eighteen years before yesterday. You aren't going to bore me," she said, but she didn't know if the words were true or not. She wanted them to be, but he was leaving at the end of the summer for college. What would she do then? Frankly, she knew that her heart would be in the right place, but there would be no faithfulness on her part. Once the nymph had been let out, it wasn't going back in. Only thing there would be is the amount of dick

she would want.

"I lo-"

Patricia knew what he was going to say and cut him off by leaning up and kissing him on the mouth. Yoga had paid off and she gripped her shoulder, pulling herself up and putting all her weight on him. With a twist of her legs, she got him to turn and fall onto the bed, all way keep him buried in her watering snatch.

"It's my turn now," she said breaking the kiss. "Hold on son, this is going to be a rough ride."

"Whoa mom, slow down," he said, but she couldn't. She had leaned forward, breasts hanging above his face and began rocketing her hips up and down,

keeping his cock from burying itself fully in. Finding a frantic pace, she fucked him unabashed.

"No, I won't. You've teased me too much today young man."

His hands gripped her ass, there was pressure, which did slow her pace a little, but then, it also allowed his cock to rub a spot that just made her cream.

"Oh? I need more."

"Mom I can't hold on," Daniel said suddenly.

"Give it to me son, plaster mommy's cunt with your hot jizz. You like it? You like fucking your mother?"

His eyes were closed.

"I'll stop right now, answer me, son," she demanded slowing her hips.

"Mommy, don't stop. Please. I love it," he cried out in fear. Patricia loved that he was reduced to being like her. A slave to one's body and needs. With gusto, she picked up the pace to where it was before and watched intently as he tried to hold on.

"Let it into me honey. Give me your cum."

The moment his cock spurted into her, she felt it. The heat in her rose and she cried out her joy in his finish. What made her happy is the amount of control she retained of her cunt. Without even taking his full length in, she had made him cum.

"Was that good honey?"

"Yeah mom, I can't go on," he said.

"I hope you can. Mommy ain't satisfied yet."

Getting off of him, she laid back on the bed.

"Why did you give this up for eighteen years?"

"For you honey."

"I don't get it. You could have had sex many times without me knowing."

"That is the key honey. You'd know. I wouldn't be able to stop. You were my priority and without being abstinent, you would have been neglected."

"You gave up sex so you wouldn't neglect me?"

"I'm a slut son. Always was until I got pregnant."

"You never mention my father."

"Because I don't know who it is and never tried to find out."

"Oh," he said. Patricia could see his face wrinkle up in thought. "Why?"

"Honey, the men I used to fuck were everybody. Last thing I wanted was to track down a loser or worse, someone who would insist on a relationship and interfere with raising you."

He shifted around.

"I wish I knew," he said.

Patricia could understand that. Her own father had walked out on her family when she was very young. It was part of the reason as to why she ended up being such a slut. His leaving had forced her mother to make terrible decisions and one of those had ended up putting her in jail and her children in foster care.

"I know. Maybe we can track him down," she offered.

He sat up and they looked at each other. Something happened then, something that brought them even closer.

"Mom, you're beautiful."

The sincerity of the comment made her blush.

"Thank you."

"So I've decided on something."

"What's that?"

"I want you to blow the pizza guy for a tip."

"What!?"

He laughed.

"I'm not joking mom. I can see that giving up sex was hard. What are you going to do when I leave for college?"

"I hadn't thought that far ahead," she lied.

"Well, as long as I approve, I don't see an issue."

"Son, yesterday you were a bumbling virgin. Today you are super assertive. What happened?"

"You made me into a man mom."

A man. Was that all there was to it? Patricia thought about it.

"So you want me to blow the delivery guy?"

"Yeah, I took a look at some of your videos," he said actually blushing.

"Sorry son, I watch a lot of porn. Only thing to use and there are a lot of fantasies."

"Do you really mean you're a slut?"

"I could tell you stories, but why upset you."

"What's the limit?"

"For sex? Anything goes."

"Even anal?"

At the mention, her anus quenched, sending a shudder of anticipation.

"Especially that. By the time we get you more experienced, you'll have done everything you can with a woman."

The door bell rang.

"So how should I greet him?"

Daniel smiled.

"Naked ."

Without responding, she got up and as cum ran down her leg, she rushed downstairs to greet the pizza delivery man. She paused in the front of the door, hoping no one else would be around when she did, but figuring what the hell, she ripped the door open.

The pizza guy didn't even look up when he read the order off from a receipt. He was definitively a college nerd, much like her son was soon to be. Red shirt and black slacks, the only thing goofier was his thick rimmed glasses, freckled face, and red curly afro. It made her want to laugh, but instead, she cleared her throat.

"Whoa ma'am, what are you-"

"Shhh, come on in, I have your tip," she said stepping forward and placing a single finger over his mouth. Turning around she swung her hips and ushered him inside. He followed.

"What's your name pizza guy?" she asked him. He stuttered out Jeremy. Whatever was going on his every day, this possibility had probably never

occurred to him. She dropped in front of him and unzipped his pants.

"What's a matter honey, aren't I pretty?"

She looked up at him while she held his limp cock in her hand. He looked down at her and she bit her lip. The scenario was making her horny again.

"Come on Jeremy, I thought I ordered sausage," she pouted. He began to grow in her hand. "That's better."

With a moan, she began to suck him off. Jeremy had to be a virgin. A college geek caught in the crossfire of her son's generosity and her needs. Frozen while she worked his now fully erect penis in and out of mouth. He wasn't as big as Daniel, which was a considerable size, but one day Jeremy would make a woman happy with what he had. Not that she could complain, he was making her happy right now. With a final grunt, he filled her mouth. She drank him down moaning and fingering herself. When the last bit of tasty cum was sucked out of his deflating cock, she had to force herself from sucking him off and fingering herself. Honestly, she would have loved to suck him too being hard again and drag him into the bedroom for more fun, but Daniel had been specific.

"Alright Jeremy, how much I owe you?"

He mumbled and just set the pizzas on the ground before walking out the door. Surprised, she was almost offended she didn't get more of a compliment from him.

"Alright, free pizza. Good job mom," Daniel said before running by and scooping up the boxes. He disappeared from sight as he made it to the kitchen and she liked how his pale ass looked. Getting up and heading to the kitchen where Daniel was already devouring a slice of pizza, she leaned against the entrance to look at him.

"He didn't say anything." she said.

"What? That rude bastard. Sucked the words right out of him huh?"