Tiny Tim

“With pleasure, Baby! Come all over Mommy’s face! Mark me! I’m yours! Only yours!” she said, wrapped her lips around my shaft again, and started sucking me with a vengeance.

As my orgasm came, she leaned back, pulled her shirt off with one hand and in one fluent motion that caused her big tits to jiggle, and jerked me faster.

“Cover Mommy with your cum, Baby! Cover me! Mommy’s face! Mommy’s big boobs! Cover it all!”

And I did. I shot an untold number of big fat robes of my semen all over my mother, who delighted in the warm material splattering on her skin, while my whole body shook as my muscles seemed to fight to keep me standing.

Finally, my knees buckled and I fell backwards onto the couch, where I lay exhausted and breathing heavily. When I was able to open my eyes again, I saw my mother trying to scoop the massive load I had deposited on her face into her mouth. I weakly registered that there was even more on her breasts, and asked myself where the hell that had all come from, until I remembered that it had been a few days since Mia’s departure.

“I love you, Mom!” I said after my lungs had calmed down, though that’s also the last thing I remember from that evening. The exhaustion from the move, followed by that relaxing release, must have taken its toll. I woke up the next morning still on the couch, where someone had covered me with a blanket.

On my way to the bathroom to get ready for work, I found her in her - our - bedroom getting dressed.

“Mom. I’m sorry about yesterday.” I said as I entered the room. “I don’t know how I could just fall asleep!”

I was seriously embarrassed about falling asleep after a single orgasm. I was way too young to have that shit happen to me. Mom, however, simply smiled a reassuring smile before wrapping me in a hug and giving me a loving kiss.

“I know how tired you must have been, Darling. And I did try to make it as intense as possible when you finally came.” she grinned. “Don’t you worry. Rather, look forward to tonight. I have something special planned. Now off you go. Don’t be late for work!”

That last sentence was interesting. She started it in an endearing tone, but seamlessly switched into stern Mom-mode when reminding me to not be late. So, unwilling to incur the rightful wrath of my mother, I did as I was told.

When it was time for me to leave work, I sent a quick text to Mom, telling her about my impending arrival. To my surprise, I got a text back just a few minutes later, telling me that “they” weren’t ready yet, and I should maybe grab a quick bite to eat. About an hour later, I got the All Clear.

As I stepped into the house and called out for Mom, she called me into the living room. Looking around, I still couldn’t find her, so I called out again. Then she sauntered out of the kitchen, and came to stand next to the dinner table.

My eyes almost popped out of my head as I took in her appearance.

Her long golden blonde hair was hanging down her back in waves, while looking like shiny strains of silk. Her makeup was discreet, but accentuated her beautiful blue eyes perfectly, as well as the barely noticeable touch of rogue on her cheek bones. Though her lips were painted in a bright red, and she was standing in front of me wearing a black, floral lace lingerie set that almost fried my brain.

It stared at her feet, wearing five-inch stilettos that caused her calve muscles to look extra firm. My eyes traveling upwards, I saw that the thigh-high stockings strapped not to a garter belt, but somehow directly to her midrise panties. Above her taut stomach, she wore a lace balconette bra that was connected to a choker, just like her panties were connected to her nylons. She was completing the set with gloves that reached up to her elbows. All of it was created in a material so thin, it was see-through where the floral pattern didn’t obscure the view.

I love the view of a naked woman. But what Mom was wearing at that moment was uncompromisingly enhancing everything about her body. It was sexy and so form-fitting that it didn’t leave much to the imagination. But it hid just enough to not seem slutty or cheap. She was sin personified, and my dick got harder than I thought possible in an instant!

Mom had a satisfied smile on her beautiful face while watching my slack-mouthed expression. Though, as she immediately noticed the straining bulge in my pants, that smile widened even more.

“You like what you see, Baby?” she asked before turning around.

I let out an involuntary sigh as I saw the back of her panties vanish between her plum buttcheeks. Even they were perfectly framed and supported.

She laughed at how speechless I was, which caused me to remember how words worked.

“You ... My god, Mom! You look so unbelievably hot!” I stammered.

She gracefully walked towards me, her hips swaying with every step in a hypnotizing manner.