On the Loveseat Ch. 16

Knock, knock came from my door.

"Jeremy?" My door crept open.

Dad's voice!

My life passed before my eyes right then!

I quickly paused the game, even as I noticed that mom hadn't stopped what she was doing.

Dad entered my room and stood near the door. This angle kept mom from his view unless he looked closely below my waist. I was hopeful that he had no cause to look anywhere but at my face. I just had to make sure that my face didn't betray me, or us.

"Have you seen your mother?" Dad asked.

"I haven't seen her in awhile." I answered truthfully.

What was the exact amount of time in awhile? I certainly hadn't seen mom since she climbed under my desk a dozen or so minutes ago. Surely, that qualified as awhile.

"Well, okay. I can't seem to find her." He said dejectedly.

"You've lost your wife? That's kinda a problem, dad." I also realized the portent of my words without intending it when I spoke them.

I had to grit my teeth after I said that as mom started bobbing enthusiastically then.

"I've been all over the house. Her car is still here so she hasn't gone out." He glanced around the room as if he might find her hiding behind my bed or in my closet. Surely, she couldn't be under my desk! And definitely not giving me another of her amazing blowjobs!

"I hope you find her. I kind of like having mom around." This was a jibe directed at my unseen lover. The grip on my cock tightened uncomfortably.

"I even would say that I love mom." I added keeping any reaction from my face.

"So do I Jeremy, so do I." He said with such sincerity that it felt like a stab at my own heart.

Dad looked down at his hands forlornly.

At that quiet moment between dad and I, mom, inadvertently or not, at least I hoped it hadn't been intentional, made a loud sucking noise that sounded unusually loud in the silence.

Dad's gaze suddenly was piercing me.

"What was that?" He asked sounding almost normal, but to my ears was all accusation.

"Whatwaswhat?" I said quickly, almost stumbling over the syllables.

"That sound."

"What sound? I don't know what you heard." I tried to keep from sweating or my eyes darting guiltily around.

Just because he had heard something didn't imply that mom was there. Just that he'd heard an odd noise.

Still.

I was panicking then. There was nowhere for mom to go if dad took another step and happened to glance at my lap. What would dad do if he found mom between my thighs? To me, or even to mom?

My eyes did wander and I noticed an old 50's movie DVD case sitting on a shelf. In a flash of inspiration, I spoke up then.

"Oh. I'm watching a monster movie. One of the guys just got sucked into the monster's mouth." I said, trying to sound as reasonable as possible. I was almost certain that he couldn't see my monitor's screen at that angle as you had to view it from straight on to be visible.

Mom added her own effects to this excuse. More slurping was then heard.

I kicked gently at her thigh.

"Oh." Dad said as if I'd given him the meaning of life.

His gaze still wandered the room but lingered longer on my desk.

"It sounded like it came from below your desk, not your speakers." Dad said absently and half-turned back to the door.

"It's the sub-woofer under there, it creates some strange acoustics."

"I'm sure." Dad agreed as if he completely understood.

"Well, if you see your mom, tell her I'm looking for her. I'll try the utility room. Maybe she's doing some late night laundry." He wandered out the door, pulling it almost closed behind him.

I didn't know that I'd been holding my breath until I gave out a huge sigh.

I heard a giggle from below.

"Mom!" I cried out in a hoarse whisper.

I also found that I was still rock solid and that mom was now no longer just teasing me, but was in the process of getting me to cum.

I don't know if the near-death experience had put me closer to orgasm, or just that my loving mother's oral skills were good enough to overcome my heart failure, but in a couple minutes, I was ready to fill her sucking mouth with my cream.

"Shit mom! You're going to make me cum! Oh God! Suck it mom, suck my cock!"

I exploded, as I had done so many times before, mom hungrily swallowing my cum with relish. Blast after blast of my seed shot down mom's throat. Even as the last drabs seeped from the end of my dick, mom kept sucking. She then thoroughly cleaned every remains of cum or saliva from my wilting shaft. She clambered out from the desk and pushed herself upright with my knees as support.

"If there is a greater mother than you mom, I would surely love to meet her!" I exclaimed with ragged breath, my eyes following her as she stood.

"If there is a greater mother, then I definitely don't want you to meet her! I don't want the competition. You are mine and mine alone." Mom said firmly while licking her lips.

Those weren't the words of a woman that wanted me to find a girlfriend!

Or even to share me with her sister!

"And what's this that I'm a monster now?" Mom asked with a demanding voice, her head tilted to the side as she stared at me.

"What?" I asked confused as to what she was asking. Then I remembered my comment to dad.

"You're the best guy-sucking monster ever!" I teased back.

Mom gave a mild chortle to that.

She stepped closer to me, kissed my forehead, and told me thanks. Again, I'm the one that needed to thank her!

"Now I have to go find your father and figure out what to tell him about where I've been." Mom said with an exasperated look to the ceiling.

"You're the best, mom!" I called out as she left my room closing the door behind her.

Now having had mom blow me on Thursday evening made the next morning somewhat redundant when I was awoken by mom's soft lips caressing my woody.

"This seems like déjà vu mom." I said groggily as I lifted my head to look down at her.

"What do you mean?" Mom said after her lips pulled up off my swelling head.

"You were just here doing this just hours ago." I said staring at my cock-sucking mother.

"Are you complaining?" She dragged her tongue up my length while staring in my eyes.

"Oh God no!" I gasped loudly. "You can suck me all day long if you want! But we do have lives and can't spend it here in my bed."

"Why not?" She said as she swirled her tongue around my dome.

Shouldn't I be the one arguing for all day blowjobs?

"Yeah, why not." I agreed.

"At least now your father won't come looking for me." Mom took half my cock in her mouth at this point.

"There is that. How did you explain last night to him?" I asked. I clearly wasn't smart enough not to engage in a conversation with the woman that was sucking my dick! I blamed it on the lack of blood in my brain.

"I told him I had gone outside." Mom said then gave me an intense stare. "Now do you want to talk or can I suck your big beautiful cock?"

Hmm.

I needed to think about that one.

Which did I want?

Chitchat?

Or mom blowing me?

Of course, you know my answer.

"Suck away mom. Don't let my big mouth stop you."

"I do love your mouth too, and I hope to give it a ride soon!" Mom smiled deviously at me. She waved my cock with her clenching hand. "But right now, I love this thing more! Or what it contains!"

She resumed her loving sucking.

I didn't correct her on the difference of the contents of my cock from my balls; I knew what she meant. Mom wasn't in any kind of hurry to release those contents though. She was spending her time in lavishing my rod with her soft, and yet firm, lips and her magical tongue. She may not have been keen on blowing dad back in the day, but mom obviously loved what she was doing with her son's cock!

I just laid there and let her have her way with my pulsing member for as long as she wanted. Numerous times I was ready to erupt, but mom always knew when to slow her efforts before I did, and then would slowly build me back to that point once again. I was willing to let her do what she wanted with my dick, but that doesn't mean she wasn't also teasing me relentlessly. Twice I nearly grabbed her head and would have fucked her mouth to my release. But I gritted my teeth and clutched at my sheets with an iron grip. Mom merely smiled serenely at me in my torment and continued her ministrations.

After what seemed a million years and only mom's gentle hold on my nuts keeping them from bursting like a balloon themselves, did she finally proceed to build me up to my final crescendo that would be more bombastic than the 1812 overture!

"Are you ready to cum Jeremy?" Mom asked in her smoldering voice.

I had been clenching my jaw so tightly that I was sure our dentist would scold me for the damage I'd caused. I forced my mouth to open to answer my sweet, beautiful mother's question.

"FUCK MOM!" I screamed. I don't think I would have been any more restrained if the rest of the family had been in the house at that moment.

"I guess I can take that as an affirmative." Mom said with almost a giggle in her voice.

"Suck me mom! Make me cum now!" I ordered her.

"I suppose you do have to get to school soon."

If not for her tight grasp around the base of my raging cock, I might have gone off without any further stimulus from mom.

"Do you have a nice big load of tasty cum for mommy?" She said sweetly with a singsong voice.

"Mom!" I moaned in agony.

Mom placed her open mouth just above my dick and with two quick strokes triggered my cum cannon.

"Cum for me honey! Cum in mommy's mouth!"

Oh, boy did I!

It's not as if she hadn't had me fill her mouth less than twelve hours before, but it felt like I had been storing up about a week's worth of spunk for mom. It seemed like I had surprised her with the ferocity of my orgasm. The first three blasts hitting the back of her mouth caused her eyes to widen with their unexpected force. Two more of a normal strength, and a following two with much less intensity. Mom had my semen flowing across her lips and down her chin before she was able to begin to swallow my seed.

"Gawp Jurmy!" Mom sputtered with her full mouth while trying not to lose any more than she already had.

"Oh damn mom! That was incredible!" I replied. "I take what I said last night back. "There is truly no better mother than you! Or cocksucker either!"

Not necessarily the best compliment to give a mother, but mine definitely deserved it!

When she managed to gulp twice mom looked at me with watery eyes. I felt sure that it was a physical reaction from my orgasm and not an emotional one.

"God! Did you install turbos on your shake machine?" Mom asked incredulously and wide eyed.

"No. It's all from the skillful operator!" I responded calmly.

Mom laughed at that.

"I suppose I should take that as a compliment!" Her smile lit the room with its generous intensity.

"Now, get out of that bed and get your ass to school!" Mom said with a playful swing at my posterior as I rose.

"Yes mother dear!" I chimed back.

Mom swung her robe around her as she got off my bed and headed for the door.

"Hurry home. You may get a surprise!" She exclaimed as she disappeared down the hall.

A surprise?

Was her period done?

Would I get to bang mom when I got home today?

The thought made it all the more difficult to go to school, even more so to get through the long torturous day.

Even Mrs. Graham in her muumuu wasn't enough to quell my erection of the prospect of sinking in mom's hot pussy once again! I did contemplate skipping a period or two to get home to find out if I guessed correctly about her surprise, but I didn't want to make mom upset enough with skipping that she changed her mind about giving me access to her secret chamber!

The last bell rang and I found that I had made it through the day at last. I didn't break any traffic laws on my way home, but I definitely bent more than a few! My tires squealed as I braked in the driveway and almost rear-ended mom's vehicle. I'm sure that would cancel any surprise she had for me!

I opened the door unsure of what I would find when I did.

Mom was sitting on the couch and when she saw me, she gave me an unhappy pout.

"Sorry Jeremy. Aunt Flo is reluctant to leave." Her sad face showed she was possibly more disappointed than I was. "It has lessened, but ..."

Mom was still not easy with discussing this with me. As was I, even if I was ready to fuck her silly!

"Sorry honey. Maybe tomorrow." She stood and gave me a regular motherly peck on the cheek.

That only led to another, this one on my mouth that hungrily accepted it and returned it doubly.

We broke apart only when we heard the front door open.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with the raucousness of a normal household. Snacks for all, homework was done, Dad arrived home, and dinner was prepared.

It was just before dinner that mom announced that Aunt Jessica wouldn't be joining us for movie night as she had a date.

I don't know if I was disappointed or not. For numerous reasons. I loved my aunt (not just for the sex, but that she was my aunt!), and I did love seeing her (and not just because she was so damn hot!). I didn't think that anything would have happened that night between her and me anyway, but then again what did I know anymore? As I was getting more involved with mom, I had felt the desire for Aunt Jess lessen, though upon the sight of her I'm sure my lust would once again be enflamed!

There was also an altruistic side of me; I wanted her to find her own happiness, and that would only happen if she got out more. That meant she had to go on more dates. Which would mean no messing around with her nephew. I couldn't expect my aunt to carry on with me if she got involved with some guy, or even a woman, unlike what my mother was doing.

Mom looked at me after she gave us all the news and I don't know what she saw on my face, but she gave me a comforting smile. Even as much as she wanted me for herself, mom still felt bad for me that her sister wouldn't be here. Only another of the many reasons that I loved my mom!

It was while we were getting situated for movie night that I got more bad news.

Dad sat down on the couch and he indicated that mom sit next to him instead of on the loveseat with me as usual.

Mom had a bowl of popcorn and her glass of wine in her hands as she stood there after dad's request. She glanced at my father then at me. She had a lost look on her face as she once again looked at each of us in turn. She moved to the couch and sat down next to her husband with her legs curled up underneath her. Dad pulled the blanket over them and leaned closer to mom.

I'm sure my face showed my disappointment. I reacted before I had a chance to hide my emotions. I hadn't wanted to display my frustration about where mom was seated, as being her son I should not care. I was glad for mom to get some attention from dad, but that it was at my cost hurt.

I felt karma was paying me back for some of the incredible events that had recently happened to me. Why else would this occur the same week as Aunt Jess was absent? To have them both at once, and now to have neither.

While dad was putting popcorn in his mouth, mom looked over at me and gave me a sad pout to show she was sorry about the situation. I nodded back at her with a weak smile to let her know that I was okay. Even if I wasn't completely okay with it.

Once more, I was torn by the mess I was in. I didn't want my parents to split, but that implied them having 'relations' together. That I wanted to be the one that was with mom and not my father was a Catch-22. I didn't want them to divorce, but I didn't want dad to be with mom. I knew that mom felt much the same as I did. Or I thought she did. I only knew what she had said, of how she had professed her love for me on countless occasions. If she had been honest, and I had no reason to doubt her, then she wanted to be with me, but also didn't want to leave dad. I almost wished for the days when I played in my sandbox with my big dump truck. Things had been so much simpler then!

The first movie was an old live action Disney movie with a very young Kurt Russell. It was one my brother and sister hadn't seen, though I had watched it when I had been Johnny's age. Dad, and mom, had no interest in it and with dad cozying up with mom, soon the two of them were quietly giggling like teenagers. But I was the teenager!

I tried to watch the movie, it was enjoyable for a second, or even a third viewing, but the distraction on the couch was too much. I know mom felt my attention on her/them, and I couldn't help but notice that they were kissing, and who knew what their hands were doing beneath the blanket.

I did.

Those hands had been mine for the past few weeks! Mine and mom's!

Now they were dad's and mom's.

I fidgeted on the loveseat, finding no position to be comfortable. Not without the warm body beside me that was usually there. I pulled mom's blanket over me, smelling her perfume on it, and then throwing it off me. I fought not to glance at the couch, but I was iron to mom's magnetism. I caught her eye a couple of times but I tried to show no reaction, even though I knew she knew me well enough that I couldn't hide what I felt even with the blankest of expressions. I saw no reaction on her face, but I knew she was just as pained as I was by the circumstances.

I wasn't the only one affected by my parents' show of affection. They had been pressed closely together, whispering and softly laughing between their frequent bouts of kissing. At one point Johnny, who'd been laying on his stomach, his head propped up on his arms, turned around and said, "mom and dad, eww!" My sister and I laughed, my brother's reaction similar to my own, but so much more innocent. My short laughter eased my torment for a brief moment. But the moment passed quickly.

I was the first one to stand when the movie ended, rushing to the bathroom even though I barely felt the need. As I stood there dripping in the bowl, I wondered if I had fled just so I didn't have to meet mom's gaze? That felt petty and I scolded myself for it. I resolved to face her bravely when I saw her.

Which happened as I exited the bathroom, nearly bumping into her after I opened the door.

"Oops." Mom said taking a quick step backward.

I stood, blocking the doorway, but said nothing.

"Can I use the bathroom too?" Her eyes cautiously found mine. They were soft but also burned with a green fire.

I stood for another second. Wanting to say something, but no words seemed right. I then stepped to the side to get around her, afraid of making any contact with mom.

Our hands touched briefly, then sought the other.

"Jeremy ..." Mom whispered, as if her feelings would be revealed at a normal volume.

"It's okay mom. I understand. I mean, I don't, but ... you know."

"I'm sorry." She said and her hand left mine. She stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.

I stood there staring at the wood door.

Dad belched behind me.

"Didn't you already go in there?" He asked.

"Yeah. I'm done." I said emotionlessly and started to move away.

"I'm sorry for the free show. Your mother is ... well, you know how it is. Speaking of, how is your girlfriend? You two doing okay?" Dad asked, the beer very evident on his breath.

Mom opened the door then.

"Yeah, dad. I know how it is. My girlfriend is fine, we're doing fine. Everything is just fine." My rough tone said things weren't fine, but dad didn't pick up on that.

"Good, good. Have to keep the little woman happy. Right dear?" Dad said putting an arm around mom's shoulders.

A shadow flickered across her brow and she glanced so quickly at me that I knew dad missed it. She looked at him with a forced but wide smile.

"Yes honey. Whatever you say." She stepped out of dad's hold. "Excuse me; I'm going to get more wine."