Mom's Throat Part 2

"Tommy, where are you lover boy?" My mother called to greet me as she walked through our front door. She had just got home from an important business trip that had lasted 10 whole days.

"Mom? MMMOOOMMM!!! I rushed from my upstairs bedroom and leaped down the stairs, barely touching the steps, and targeted my mothers outstretched arms. I rushed into her soft breasts, nearly knocking her ten feet it seemed.

"OooHH TOMMY!!! MMMmmmm Honey! " smootch!!! smootch!!! smootch!!! She gave me a great big bear hug and locked me in her arms so tight I could hardly breath.

"I MISSED YOU SOOOOooooo MUCH!!!!" she said, as tears were flowing profusely from my mothers eyes. Her pretty face had a huge smile from ear to ear. She held me back at arms length to get another good look at me, and then bear hugged me again. I felt yet another round of hugs and wet smootches and enjoyed every second of it. I missed her so bad I was crying too.

It was 7:30 in the evening, on a warm September Friday. I had just got home from Junior Varsity football practice. So I still had on my jock strap and full red sweats with our school logo on them.

"Wanatchee Wildcats won again mom." I was talking about the varsity team of course, which nearly won the state championship last year. They looked like they were even better this year, so everyone in town was closely following them in the news.

I had just turned eighteen and started college. Because I was big and strong for my age, I was made a defensive end on the JV team, jumping ahead of the sophomore squad.

Mom held a hand up to my face, and began softly stroking my cheek. "Isn't your first big game tomorrow Tommy?"

"Yeah, coach busted our nuts today. I think we're ready though." I was definitely being brutally honest. My nuts felt busted alright. Like two ripe walnuts being shelled using a nutcracker!!!

I always save myself for mom when we are apart. That's because I know how much she loves the extra thick gobs of my sperm, that never form any other way than when my ballsack has lots of time to rest and produce them. The gobs I had now had a whopping ten days to form. Something mom was very much aware of and could hardly keep off her mind.

That has only ever happened once before. It was on the day we first consummated our love. A very special day just last May, that my mother and I will cherish the rest of our entire lives together.

"How are they feeling honey? Are you doing ok?" She asked me as we turned to walk towards the kitchen. She had her arm draped affectionately over my shoulder. Our steps were labored under each others weight as we pressed into each other to be closer, and continue a sort of never ending hug since she walked through the door.

We separated, and she went to the frig for some cold wine, and a beer for me. I could always celebrate our reunion with at least a six pack of bud. But that was it. Mom never had too much either. It was always just enough for both of us to catch a good buzz, and lighten up the evening.

I mulled deeply over her question about my nuts for a moment , as if pondering the fate of the entire world.

"I don't know. They sure are swollen. I got hit there a few times today tackling guys, but I don't think that's it. My jock cup protected me. I think it's just because I've been saving it for you for so long this time. I feel like I'm ready to burst my appendix!"

"Oh my poor baby!!!" With a half concerned, half mischievous grin on her face, mom said, "come here honey, let me see you."

Mom had caught a 5 am redeye flight in New York just so she could be home in time to set up a nice dinner for us. A quiet, wonderful romantic evening would follow after that. But a slight change of plan was now in order.

Now she had sensed the terrible bind my balls had me in. I showed all the classic signs of "blue-ball syndrome."

the dark lines in my brow.

the face frozen in a grimace, as if I were staring into a noon day Sahara sun.

the sharp pain like gallstones when I sat down, as if I had jagged-edged cumstones in my balls.

I think she saw I needed some immediate relief. Or else I would be eating our candle light dinner like a man with a giant snapping turtle clamped to his testicles. Mom smiled mischievously to herself. She suddenly got the intense uncontrollable desire to see what scents and secretions were hidden behind my jock cup.

Surrounding my bulbous balls was my jock strap and cup that I had worn for several hours while the coach ran my body through the grid iron at club. Mom had caught the musky aroma my boy scents when we hugged, and now that had gone to her head.

I walked over to her. She handed me an open beer and we both sipped our drinks a few moments to relieve our much more mundane thirsts, which were our parched thirsty throats.

We finished our drinks and my lovely playmate mom went down to her knees in front of me and reached her two arms out to me on either side of my heavy cotton sweatpants.

I got a real troubled look on my face and desperately needed to ask her a very tough question for me to ask. I did not want to spoil her carefully laid out plans for our evening together. She would be making up to me for her being away from home for so long.

My favorite meal spread across a candle lit table, a couple of VCR new release sci-fi movies, and the two of us sharing our huge Lazyboy recliner together, cuddling up with drinks and loads of tasty snacks. Then in due time, never rushing things, she would bless my body with an entire night of catered bliss in her bed, tenderly sucking and fucking me into a deep dreamy sleep.

I suppose some of it was guilt driven. I was paying the cost of her success at work by occasionally being left home alone for long periods. But what usually followed, more than ten times always made up for it, in my book anyways.

While my mind was wrestling with words, trying to construct sentences that made sense, mom just continued to proceed with her hands, despite my look of being entirely somewhere else at the moment.

I figured she was just going to take a quick look a me, and see if I had injured the family jewels in any way. When she slid her fingers into the elastic band holding my sweatpants up, I hit her with my question, in a round about way, half stuttering, and half hoping she would catch on to my real desire, without my needing to ask her directly.

"Mom, I don't think I can hold it all inside anymore." I'm sorry, but it's starting to hurt real bad."

"No ProB LeM Mo," she said. She kept talking as she pulled down my sweats to my feet, and began to untie my jogging shoes so the pants could slip off. My mom must have ESP, because she always knows exactly what I am thinking.

"I love you Tommyboy. There is nothing you can ask your mother that I won't do for you. EEEEeemmmMMM, and you smell so good too!"

My shoes and pants were off, and I stood there with my tanned bare legs and socks, and a herculean bulge in my jock strap where the plastic cup caged my bloated cock and balls from harm like the shell of a tender snail.

"Could you just beat me off real fast. I think that's all it needs." There, I said it. I was talking as if this was going to be a visit to the doctor. I was looking for the kind of relief that came in a pill bottle, fast and effective.

"I've been thinking about what you've saved for me studsley, for 3000 miles. That was so sweet of you." She became tomboyishly frolicsome, her face happy and beaming with joy, full of innocent radiance.

Mom ignored my plea to downgrade this into just a fast-cum pit stop. My words began to fall on deaf ears. Her face began to churn out a series of sexy expressions. She became full of anticipation and cheerful glee, like a young girl about to unwrap the present she knows is the brand new shiny bicycle she has been dreaming of.

The exact place we were in the kitchen was very near to the thick plush carpet in the living room, and so mom sort of got us over there, even though she was walking on her knees. I got backed up flat against a wall and stood up straight, as mom began to lift up each of my feet to pull of my socks.

"Does that feel better sweetheart." My feet did feel good in the cool carpet, and it felt great to be standing there looking at my gorgeous mom getting ready to take especially good care of me.

I got with the program, and spread my legs a little, so she could have full access to my eagerly awaiting crotch.

She began to undress a little bit herself too, and unbuttoned her blouse, while never once taking her eyes of my jock strap. She studied every feature of it, as if she designed it herself, and was judging exactly how well it fit. Her blouse was now open, and as I began to caress her magnificent auburn hair, her shoulders became bare, and then the blouse slipped off entirely to the floor.

I now had a splendid view of her cleavage, and her two full plump breasts nestled in a very pretty, frilly lace C-cup bra. She saw me staring down at them and suddenly turned and stood up on her feet, facing away from me.

"Could you please undu me." She paused for my response. I've heard her say that a million times, but this time she was acting like a cute innocent little girl, and I took a second to relish the moment. I took a mental photograph. Just one of thousands I would later recall again and again. "No Prob Lemo" I said, and unsnapped an unusually complex strap for a bra. No wonder she needed my help.

She was so excited now, it became clear to me that taking off my jock cup was going to be the most fun we ever had together. She returned to her knees and began giving my legs a nice rubbing. That felt real nice!

My legs muscles were swollen from running to many of those dreaded 10-20-30's all us guys hated, something the coach always did to whip us into shape. Mom had never really noticed just how really strong and bulky my thigh muscles were getting. Her deep rubbing fingers caught each muscle group, and followed the contours of it, separating each for a massage of its own.

I left on my camouflaged army surplus t-shirt that I always wore to football practice. All I had on was it, and my strap. Mom's hands left my legs, which were very tight and tense before, but were now completely relaxed, and began moving against my skin under my shirt. She made sweeping, full upper body strokes, to get a good feel of my body, and then extended her arms completely, to wrap her hands around my shoulders.

She then massaged my chest, digging into my pectoral muscles, reducing the obvious tension in them from working out in the weight room on the bench press. She could feel my heart beating strongly, a methodical pounding, sending rich red blood to all my body, making my skin almost glow.

Mom was topless of course. She had on a pair of woman's dress slacks, and was in her stocking bare feet. Because her figure is 34C-21-34, everything she wears on her waist stays on perfectly over her wonderful hourglass figure. Her bare tummy and belly button were well tanned, and very well rippled with a feminine beauty that spoke volumes. Like the way a belly dancer can turn a tent full of proud Arab Sheiks into a bunch staring young boys, captured by the innocence of raw beauty.

"Do you need to get comfortable mom?"

She reached up her arm from under my shirt and found the neck hole, then with two fingers she held them pressed over my lips and said, "sshhhhhhhhhhhh!!! quiet Rambo, just enjoy mommy's titties for now."

It was fun to watch this sexy new side of mom enjoying her self so much. She brought her face to the crease of one of my thighs at the edge of my strap and nuzzled me. She took all my rich boy scent deep into her flared nostrils and said a deep throaty, "eeeeeeehhhhhmmmmm!!!"

A jock strap leaves a boys ass bare, or else it would be called jock shorts, or some other weird name. Mom's hands were soon massaging both my 18 year old soft pink ass cheeks. Her fingers would lift each strap and she would caress with her fingers the soreness under each one, where it had rubbed my skin raw. That was such a soothing sensation. I began to feel really pleasured.

I then felt some delightful licking in the musky creases of my legs around my cup. All the while mom gave my two buttocks a deep Swedish message. Her lovely hands and fingers again danced up and down my body until it felt like twelve people were touching me. Mom continued to lick the super sensitive tender flesh around the jock cup. I was especially sore there, from all the tackling and banging around of my cup caused by heavy offensive linemen and fullbacks trying to dig the earth with my blunt head.

"Uuuhhhhmmm, that's great mom, uuuuoooohhhh, that's awesome!!!"

I felt the first real major signs of arousal in my phallus and mom sensed this immediately. She set about the task of how best to remove the plastic cup that encapsulated my flesh in a serious, growing discomfort.

She began to playfully talk sexy to me. "What have you been hiding from me studs malony. I see your getting ready to show me." With that, I looked down into her face, and she gave me the cutest sexy smile and azure seductive eyes that I ever saw. She began to stare at my cup and talk dirty to me, but with a real sense of innocence and ladylike class.

"I know what you got in there, a great big volcano of creamy studjuice ready to explode!!!" That was about the extent of her hardcore vocabulary, not that she cared to learn more. I took another quick photo with my mind. This time with a camcorder. This was just to cute and sexy to ever forget.

I felt mom's fingers get a good grip on both of the straps holding my cup tightly to my body. Then she pulled down the elastic band strangling my waist, until it and my cup were all the way to the floor and at my feet. God what relief that was!!! The air seemed to rush in around my gonads like a whirlwind. I felt an awesome cool pleasure that made me want to seek out my mother's face, and deeply thank her, using the language of lover's, which is only spoken with the eyes.

My sex organs leaped out at her as if she had just released a caged panther. The look on her face startled me. It was suddenly filled with a sudden terror and shock !!! As if I had just been born with two heads.

"Oh my god Thomas your nuts are purple as a plum!!! Are you in much pain??? They look awfully swollen and sore to me." She was almost afraid to touch them. The balls were easily twice what she remembered them being. And my sack was swollen with large radial ridges she had never seen before either. I looked like a massive bull in autumn rut.

Mom quickly assessed the situation and wised up fast. She knew she better get to the business of making me cum pretty soon, or else I was going to need a surgeon with a scalpel to relieve a pressure strong enough to back up all the way to my head and blast my skull cap off.

I was flaccid but growing very rapidly, now that my eyes saw what looked very spectacular to the young man that I was. There at my feet was the most beautiful mom in the world, with a love for me that could write a million love stories and still have words of passion to fill a million volumes more.

Her juicy mouth wasted no time in sucking in the head of my penis, as one of her hands cupped my tender blood engorged ballsack. Another of her loving hands went up between my legs. She stroked me up and then down in the crack between the youthful exuberance of both my ass cheeks.

The cheeks in her mouth bulged and I could clearly see the entire outline of my boyhood as it reached as far in the side of her mouth as it could go. This was to pleasure me with variety. My cock soon explored every cavity of her pallette, and the tested the sponginess of her tongue and succulent red lips from every imaginable cockshaft direction. "EEEeeehhhhmmmmMMM." Mom expressed another passionate moan.

She then stimulated the root of my cock with her free roaming hand. The other remaining permanently cupped, supporting my gargantuan distended purple ballsack, as if to keep it safe from the harm of it's own sagging weight. I was throbbing with blue blood, and she could almost hear my nuts humming like two tiny electric power generators. She stroked me deep and hard with her free hand, to immediately relieve the very worst of my pressure and pain. With motherly concern mixed with being a fantastic lover, she did exactly what I needed for my cock to receive it's proper medication.

"AhhhHHH Yaaawwwwhhhh OOOhhhhhh uuuummmmMMM." I cried out in relief like when a mechanic pinned under an automobile has the weight lifted off his chest.

Mom sought out the depths of the root of my phallus with her skilled finger tips, and began to message my crura. This was the large swollen outer extremity of the base of my penis shaft below my nuts. It sheathed the my corpora cavernosa, which was also very swollen. This is the primary layer that gets engorged with blood in an erection, and so as my cock grew bone hard, so did my discomfort.

My mom never saw me with blue balls syndrome as terribly bad as this before, but figured the same remedy in larger doses would take care of me and make me well. The immediate cure, was right there in her hands.

The corpus spongiosum is the central core of my penis, surrounded by the two distinct, afore-mentioned inflatable layers above it. It's sole job is to act as a housing for my urethra, which is the long pipe that carries my cum-juice eventually some 20 inches from a reservoir deep in my pubic bone. The nuts of course, have a special tube to this reservoir.

Mom's hands tried every possible way to massage the depths of my phallus structures. I felt her reaching deep down to directly encircle with her fingertips my urethra. Of course I needed to explode my cum at some point to completely find the cure, but right now, mom knew from loving experience that this would probably only hurt me, and not be very pleasurable.

Her fingers rolled the inner membranes surrounding my urethra, so far into me, her hand was buried in the loose flesh around the base of my balls and completely out of sight. She began strumming my core phallus up and down, relieving such a huge amount of stress from my face, I think I had my first ream smile all day.

My penis had not left her mouth, yet the greater pleasure I was now having, was an orgasmic sensation of continuous ejaculation artificially reproduced by my mother's strumming hand. Yet I was not actually cumming. Pressure was being relieved, by my mom's sensational twisting and turning open of my locked pressure valves, relieving enough "blueness" to allow me to enjoy the volcanic eruption of a magma pool of exploding cum.

I looked down and mom's hand was still strumming me, though much more gentle now, and for new found pleasures, rather than it being like an effort to save me from drowning in a hematoma of blue blood cells. The fear that had swept her face moments ago, was now replaced with sultry eyes filled with erotic bliss.

When she put some spittle into her hand to better lubricate the stroking my shaft beneath my balls, she began looping her fingers around me, doing a deep jack-off, that caused my balls to bounce.

"UhhhHHHH, uuummm, uuuuummMM, oh that's good. Oh mom that feels fantabulous!!!" I just made the word up to describe what an inexpressible pleasure this was.

Still, my long cock never left the inside of her succulent lips!!!

Her massage of the deep base of my penis was having the desired effect on me. Mom began to wet her juicy mouth with my flow of precum. I splashed a stream of cowper's gland fluid into the whites of her teeth and onto the outstretched pinkness of her searching tongue.

"EhhhmmMM that tastes new!!!" Apparently I was mixing up a very pleasant cocktail for my mother all the while she was away from home. She took me deeper in her mouth up to her tonsils and sucked as much of my leaking fluids as she could without setting me off just yet. She wanted to lick my crotch real good before I came. And she wanted to test the new flavors secreted around my fading-purple colored balls.

The worst was now well over and way behind us. I was now feeling every pleasure completely free of pain.

"Mom, that was beautiful!!!" Our eyes met, and she got completely between my legs from underneath me on her knees as I spread my legs from my standing position to give her room to work. Without breaking our lovelocked stare, her long tongue laved my crotch and I became very wet. Her pretty head and gorgeous hair was thrown back, and she was looking into my eyes with a fresh new look I had never seen before. Another lovely snapshot to add to my precious collection I thought to myself!!!

The best I can describe it, is that it was just like the look on a young girls face when she tastes a mouthful of sweet cotton candy for the very first time. Mom's nostrils were flared, and she was burying them into the hot moist creases of the tenderest flesh of my entire budding young body.

My musky boy-scent was now driving her wild with passion. She licked between my legs just like a hungry bear feverishly licks a honeycomb, and with the same amazing speed and length of tongue.

I keep my self clean most all of the time, but I had not even had a shower yet after all day in school and several hours of butt wrenching exercising afterwards. Us guys got so sweaty at times the coach's assistant was tossing out salt tablets like they were m&m;'s candy.

But all that did not matter to my mom who just couldn't seem to get enough. The sounds of her saliva and tongue slurping was filling the house with the sounds of pure eros. It was really beginning to turn me on something fierce.

"Ready for a cummy shot in my mouth tomasino?"

"Uuhhhmmm yeeeaaa!" I said. I was more than ready. "Be careful mom, My nuts are really going to be shooting hard this time, and I don't want to see you choke or get hurt."

"Don't worry little hunkster, I said to myself the day you were born I'm going to handle anything you throw my way. Nothing you can do is ever going to scare me away, least of all, a little cum!!! Your stuck with me kiddo."

"I'm going to deep throat you and pull back just in time like I always do. I'll be alright. Are you ready to blast off with the 'right stuff' studsley."

I braced myself with my arms on her shoulders ready to hug her head if I lost my balance. It was all I could do when on the receiving end of one of mom's super special blowjobs.

"I'm ready mom. I love you." We clasped our hands together into a tight fisted embrace, and she held them at both my sides to keep me from falling over in my post-cum delirium.

"I love you too Tommy," Mom briefly brought all four of our hands together and kissed the white knuckles of my fists that were gripped tightly in hers. She returned each pair of our locked hands to my sides, and began to give me the blowjob of the millennium. Our eyes never parted and our love for each other instantly became profoundly satisfying in our deepest souls.

I had stopped cumming ten days ago the way a roughneck caps off a spouting Texas oil well. I had been saving myself for her, and now I wanted to give my mom all that I could give. I knew this was going to pleasure her probably higher than I had ever carried her before. I began a slow steady humping backwards and then forwards in my mother's mouth with my shiny stiff cock parting her luscious pouty full lips.

Those beautiful playmate lips rolled up when the edge of my bell-head gently snagged them as it passed backwards out her mouth, exposing their full rich plumpness. On the forward stroke, as my cock slipped back tightly between them again, they fell back over my helmet, and her lips reformed the tight cum-seal around my boy-meat once again.

On that forward thrust, the 3/8" drop over the escarpment that encircled and defined my wide penis head always caused mom's lips to fall abruptly, pulling the flesh of her face forward slightly, tugging on her nose in such a way, that an adorable twitch occurred on every successive thrust. I loved that so much. I guess she knew it too. For whenever she sensed I had become focused and enchanted by her nose as she sucked me, it would always wiggle even more.

Mom did everything her sharp wit could think of to add to my pleasures. The sexiness of her mind was far greater than even the splendid loveliness of her pretty face and body. And I had barely had time to explore with her all the wonders this would enhance between us. What happened next, only proves my point.

It was awesome and sexy, when by chance she lost the balance of one of her knees for a brief moment, and my penis slipped out of the suction of her mouth with a loud vacuum pop. I stroked forward a long glancing blow with the full length of my shaft across the soft perfumed skin of her right cheek. She quickly regained a firm stance and guided my cock back into her juicy mouth without upsetting our tempo. I continued to have passionate intercourse with my mother's mouth without missing a single beat of my momentum. Left behind across her face was a long glistening swath of sappy liquified serum made up of precum and spittle. She wore it with pride, and gave me a lover's knowing wink.

"Your absolutely beautiful mom." She cooed like a morning dove at my words and spoke volumes to me with her enchanting eyes, as my penis slithered back and forth thru her lips more and more. I was again spurting light creamy cowper's fluid and plenty of precum. She soon had enough lubrication ahead of my bell-head to slide me smoothly down deeply into her chest.

I felt her hands release their grip in mine and slide across my goose bumped skin to my buttocks. Each of her hands readied themselves to grab a tight handful of my ass cheeks, while she took a long deep gulp of fresh oxygen. It would be enough air to sustain her body for 90 seconds. Then she went passionately down on me.

"OHHhuuuhuu, ehhhmmmm!" I moaned loudly in ecstasy. My cock knob slid effortlessly ahead of its cock-shaft as mom clasped my ass cheeks with both hands and pulled me deep into her head. I glided smooth as silk into my mothers velvety throat. I saw the familiar shape of my bell-head as a large bulge shimmied down her esophagus, where it disappeared far past her collar bone and plunged deep into her chest.

The hydrostatic, lubricious pressure of my penis inserted, and thrusting thusly, created a very deliquescent liquefaction between my throbbing cum-slickened shaft-skin, and the gentle pulse waves caused by the ribbed muscles in my mothers throat. The tiny cilia hairs within the mucous of her esophagus tickled the hundreds of little sensory nubbins on my juicy hard rod.

The ceaseless downward beating of millions of cilia, combined with wave after wave of autonomic swallowing, pulled me towards her stomach like a piece of food. This created a suction every bit as powerful as her cheeks. The combined feeling was one of extremely rare and exquisite sexual delight.

EErrrgggghhh!!! I was moaning in pleasure as if I were in pain again. Mom began a rapid beating of my cock within the tube of her neck. She had such a firm motherly grip on my buttocks that they actually hurt. She commanded complete control of both the depth and speed of my slippery penis within her head, and the strength of her sucking was braced by the fulcrum leverage of her death grip on my tight buns.

Her eyes fluttered and tears began to flow, pooling in her eyes. Precum was dripping out her nose and she took it like a real trooper without so much as a sniffle. My playboy centerfold mom was learning to give her son the world's ultimate pleasures. Her eyes sparkled. She was a ravishing beauty with a heart of pure and innocent gold.

A rhythmic pop and slushing sound began emanating loudly from deep within in her

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