At first he wondered why he woke up, but the uncomfortable aching of his hard on made itself known. But there was something more…
He blinked a few times. The street light shone up the bedroom good enough for him to see a bushel of hair splayed over his chest and stomach.
It was his sweet, sleeping mother who was using his stomach as a pillow. She had her face turned away from him… turned towards… he could feel her calm breath on the tip of his throbbing boner.
From the feeling of her breath, her mouth must be no farther than an inch from it!
Sam hears a car on the street outside. Turning his head, he sees that the watch by his bed says 5:02 A.M.
That must be the security guard doing his rounds. If his mother’s theory is correct he’ll be checking them out through the window as he passes by.
What to do? He doesn’t have time to wake his mom up to fake some love making. It feels a bit mean to wake her up also. But he did fall asleep before they could fake anything for the guard’s 10’o clock round. Damn.
If he doesn’t see them in some kind of sexual pose for two by-passes he’ll surely report back to the bosses and their fake marriage might be scrutinized more.
Sam’s still drowsy mind was racing. But… with her head on his belly like this, so close to his dick. It might just look like she was giving him a night time blow job.
Unless the guard could see that his tip wasn’t actually in her mouth of course. But could he? From the street, in his car? Nah…
What if he had binoculars? In an attempt to make sure the guard couldn’t see that Yvette wasn’t actually sucking him off, Sam carefully tried to slide himself up in the bed a little. Hopefully his mother’s head would cast a shadow over his privates and that way the guard wouldn’t be able to tell that…
His thoughts stopped abruptly.
As he raised his upper body slightly, his mother’s head inched down, just a little. Just enough. He now felt her lips encircling the top half of his swollen tip!
The feeling was startling. The contrast between the cool air on his sensitive skin against the wet heat on the part that was inside of his mother’s lips was incredible!
Sam tried to slide downward again, but his mother’s mouth followed along and even sank down further on him. His whole glans was now inside of her mouth. She rustled slightly in her sleep(?) and gave off a faint moan.
Sam laid as still as possible. He could feel his cock pulsating and his tip throbbing inside of her closed lips.
The car outside passed by slowly.
Ever so slightly, Sam rocked his hips. Just microscopic, small movements. He felt the tip of his dick slowly bobbing in and out of her mouth. The feeling of his corona slipping past Yvette’s closed lips was electrifying.
He wanted to take the back of her head in a tight grip and just go at it. But he didn’t dare.
As the security guards car rolled away, Sam stilled himself.
The only thing moving now was the pulsations of his erection, his glans planted firmly in his mother’s mouth. The only sound was the calm breathing through her nose.
Sam laid still in this erotic torture chamber.
It was impossible to fall back asleep. And today he was supposed to go back to work again.
It was hard to tell for how long he’d been lying there, with the tip of his dick still resting in his fake wife's mouth. ‘Resting’ was hardly the right word though. It was more like if he had small micro orgasms every five minutes in there.
Now and then, but all too seldom, he could feel his mother’s tongue swipe at his head and the sounds of her burdened swallowing. Probably he was seeping pre cum in large quantities. It was amazing that she was still asleep.
Sam was tormented and stressed. He needed release, but didn’t have the heart to wake her.
But then something shifted. Was she waking up?
Sam leaned his head back slowly and closed his eyes. If she woke up with his dick in her mouth it would be incredibly awkward.
But if he was asleep when she did…
Well, he couldn’t be blamed for that now, could he? Best to let her wake up and not have to face such an embarrassing moment.
He felt Yvette coming to… at first she was only moving her head slightly, her tongue felt as if it were probing the contents of her mouth. It felt so great. Her tongue, curiously figuring out what this swollen bulb inside of it was.
Then she went completely still!
Sam didn’t dare to breathe. He felt her hand slowly slide up to his stiff boner. It gently gripped it and she lifted her head from his stomach. From the angle her mouth shifted at, with his tip still between her lips, Sam could calculate that she was looking back at him.
To check if he was sleeping, surely.
Sam did his best to relax all his muscles. Well, the one between his legs was out of his control of course. But he had his mouth half open, he breathed as slowly as was possible and let himself sink deep into the mattress.
To his enormous joy and surprise, his mom didn’t let go of his dick.
Instead, he felt her tongue getting more active and her grip on his morning wood tighten somewhat.
Yes! This was better than anything he could’ve hoped for. He was innocently sleeping and his horny mother was having her way with him. Best of both worlds. Now he could pretend like nothing and still get the release he so intensely was wishing for.
As if not to risk waking him up, her movements were slow. Slow and deliberate.
She sunk her mouth down on him a couple of inches and slowly stroked his shaft with one hand. Her tongue ran in delicate circles around the head of his dick.
The heat inside of her mouth was amazing.
But having been so on the edge, for so long, Sam felt the tidal wave inside closing in.
He had to use all his might to pretend he was still sleeping as he felt himself exploding inside of her lips!
His hips bucked, but his mother held on. She kept his head inside of her mouth all the time and a firm grip on the base of his cock. Her tongue was lapping wildly trying to shuffle the streams of his man juices away, swallowing and making clear for the next squirt.
Sam could hear her breathing hard through her nostrils as he was filling her gullet over and over.
Eventually he ebbed out. Still pretending to sleep, he gave off a sleepy moan to emphasize that he was having a ‘good dream’.
When he had stopped flowing and could feel himself growing softer in her hand, she gave him a few gentle sucks and finally let him slip out of her lips.
She laid his semi hard manhood down on his belly and he could hear her swallowing away the last of it as she laid herself down beside him.
Yvette let out a pleased sigh and then all was quiet again.
Sam felt like the luckiest man alive.
Suddenly he is jolted awake!
“Get up honey. It’s time for work,” his mother chirped as she came into the bedroom.
Sam looked down, he was covered by the blanket… and he didn’t have a raging boner, for once.
“What is it sweetie?” his mother asked with a smile and a sly grin, "You feelin’ alright?”
“Yes… very,” Sam answered, wondering if the expression on her face was to be interpreted as if she had a secret he didn’t know about. She seemed overly cheerful and probably thought that Sam didn’t know what she did to him earlier this morning.
Sam thought that this was behaviour he wanted to encourage. What if his mother thought that she had come up with a genius and secret way to give him release without her poor son having to feel awkward about it? Oh yes.. this could serve him very well.
“This is actually the best I’ve felt since we moved here mom,” he said with a smile and stretched his arms up in the air to get to sitting position in the bed.
“I’m glad to hear,” Yvette answered with a look that made it clear to Sam that she must’ve thought he slept through her mouth massage.
Sam got dressed quickly and was served some juice and coffee. Just as he was about to go out the door to get to work, Yvette stopped him.
“I see the neighbor from across out in her yard. Make sure you sell our good bye kiss now,” she said and opened the front door for him.
Sam grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss. Her soft lips engulfed him and her tongue went haywire in his mouth. It was as if she’d been yearning for a kiss for ages. Getting a bit carried away by the sudden intensity of the kiss, Sam’s hand instinctively snuck his hand up and pressed her firm breast. His mother moaned in his mouth and her tongue chased its way deep into his mouth before their faces parted.
They both had to catch their breath before Sam could make his way to the car and drive off to work.
It was a bit intimidating to come back to the office. He’d been there before, but… now he was there in the capacity of his new persona. He felt different now. He was supposedly a married man. He had a home, a beautiful wife and was set on his path to a lustrous economic career!
All his co-workers greeted him back and he had to answer all the usual, friendly questions about how he’d settled into his new home and so on.
At first it felt as if everyone saw right through him. Like if they all knew it was just an act and at any moment he was going to be called into the boss’ office and get fired for lying about his relationship.
But as the day moved along he felt more and more comfortable. It was just his mind playing tricks on him. No one suspected anything. He was home free!
Until he saw his boss come heading towards his desk. Sam felt a chill down his spine.
This was the guy everyone was reporting to.
He was the one that had heard about him and his mom… wife, not being cuddly enough.
The boss was the one who had ordered the therapist to come to their house and have her sessions with them.
Sam got nervous now. Nervous that he’d say something wrong and spill the beans or something.
“So, Robert, glad to see you back at the office,” he roared.
Mr. Jackson was an old school ‘boss’ type. A heavy set man with a big belly. He always spoke way too loudly and looked very dominant. His posture, his size. Everything about him screamed, BOSS!
“I talked to Dr. Emilia,” he began and Sam’s heart took a pause, “She tells me you responded very well to her relationship treatment.”
Sam’s heart got back on track, “Yes, yes. She was very helpful. Thank you for that. I didn’t know the company even had its own relationship staff in the neighbourhood,” Sam said, relieved that Mr. Jackson seemed to have gotten positive reports back and hopefully had no suspicions about him and his martial status.
“Oh yes. I like to know everything that’s going on amongst my trusted employees you know. A happy and satisfying home life makes for better work at the office, is my rule,” his boss rumbled, “And on that note - I’d love to meet your lovely missus. I’ve only heard good things about her.”
“Of course sir,” Sam responded apprehensively.
“Very good. How does tonight sound, around 8 p.m?”
Sam hid his shock, “Yeah. That’ll be fine! I’ll just call the wife and ask her to get some dinner ready for us.”
Mr. Jackson seemed pleased and hurried along to whatever boss did around the office when they were not in meetings.
Sam sank down at his desk. He felt drained just from that short conversation. And now he was having his boss over for dinner.. tonight?!
He quickly called his mother and told her what was up. To his easement she seemed thrilled about it and promised to cook up something good for him.
The anxiousness he’d felt about his boss coming over subsided as the day went on. His mother’s calm positiveness shrouded any worries he had about it. Well, most any worries.
Now he felt very much like a son again. Mommy fixes everything. Anytime a worry arose, his mother was there to comfort him and solve all problems.
He really loved her. And he really loved… being ‘married’ to her. The memories of this morning came back to him. He had to make his way over to the bathroom and rub one out.
He couldn’t be walking around the office with a bulge in his pants. That would probably not make his work life more comfortable.
After lunch Sam had some free time and started searching the web for information about the history of the company he was now in. He couldn’t really get his mind off the rumours about the company spying on him and neighbours reporting back to the boss and stuff.
It all seemed too weird. Like a conspiracy theory or something.
But what he found didn’t really alleviate his concerns.
It seems that the boss’ father had been some kind of cult leader back in the day. Some form of purist, religious community. There were a few old articles to find about how this community had dealings with the local council and stuff, but nothing definitive.
Until he found that the name of the company was an acronym derived from the old cult’s name!
Was his boss running a secret continuation of the cult his passed father once had started?
Of course, under the guise of a gated community, no one would suspect anything.
But there seemed to be no church in the community, no prayer meetings…
Sam started reading up on the old cult and found that their values seemed grounded in very conservative, monogamous relationships. The cult didn’t allow for homosexuality, divorce or abstinence within the relationship.
Probably one of those rules was made up to make sure that their members bore many children.
Between husband and wife coetus was advocated two a minimum of twice a day, to keep the relationship holy and happy.
It even said in one text that the cult used to make couples have sex in public if there ever was any doubt that a relationship wasn’t strong and happy enough. They seemed terrified of divorces back then.
Sam got totally immersed in his research online. He also learned that the neighbour behind them was the boss’ cousin and the security firm watching over the neighbourhood was run by another relative of the boss! It seemed that the old cult leaders' posterity sat in different key positions in both the company and in the gated community.
Maybe that’s why the company was run so tightly. Never any dramas. Never anyone quitting their job. Everyone seemed suspiciously happy and content.
Was this cult still going on, in secret somehow? Sam felt a chill. Was he in deep already? What could happened if the boss and his loyal underlings weren’t pleased with him and his mother? Would they actually harm him? Sam felt more concerned now than before. The spying neighbours and roaming security car weren’t just fidgets of imagination.
His work day had lasted longer than expected and on the drive home he realized that he’d only have about 30 minutes before his boss was expected to arrive.
He texted his mom saying he was sorry to be late and asking if she was ready.
As usual she replied that everything was set and he just had to come home and take it easy. She’s got it all under control.
As he rushed in through the door he was met by a very delicious scent. Whatever it was, Yvette had been roasting something mouth watering.
He hung his coat up and snuck a peek into the kitchen.
Jokingly he sang, “Honey, I’m hooo…”, but his voice trailed off as he saw his mother turn around to face him from where she stood at the stove.
She was wearing a tight green dress. Tight didn’t really begin to describe it.
Having the body she did, most anything she dressed in was ‘tight’ on her. But this dress…
It was sort of a tube dress that hugged her every curve. It was sleeveless and although it wasn’t meant to, it gave her a prominent cleavage. Her massive breasts completely occupied her front and her stiff nipples were not hiding under there.
As it hugged its way down her cute belly bump it flattened out over the front of her hips, but again, bulged out over her pussy mound pressing up against it from underneath the fabric.
It almost looked like it had been painted on to her body. Sam felt his cheeks blush from staring at her.
She had fashioned her long hair into thick braids hanging down over her shoulders and curving outward over the sides of her protruding chest.
Apart from her obviously mature body, the make up and braids did make her look much, much younger than she was.
“I can tell that you like my new dress,” she said with a seductive grin.
Sam just nodded and awe.
“I’ve laid out some clothes for you on the bed, and here’s a drink,” his mother beamed.
Sam took the drink and made his way to the bedroom. The sight of his mother in that tight dress etched on his retina. He wanted to never forget that image.
But as he changed and gulped his drink down he started to wonder if maybe his boss would think it was inappropriate? This whole neighbourhood seemed very conservative and his mother was dressed like every man’s wet dream. What if his boss didn’t approve of such lewd behaviour.
On the other hand - he had people spying on his employees in their bedrooms’ and what not. ‘No curtains’ allowed but still they were expected to have sex in front of watching eyes?
No, he couldn’t disapprove of his mom’s hotness, could he?
Back in the kitchen he saw his buxom mother setting the table and placing napkins. Sam stopped for a moment, to admire her luscious body trying to break out of that tight dress every time she bent over to straighten something on the table.
Sam was itching to tell his mother about what he had discovered concerning the company, and the boss’ cult leading father, but she seemed so cheerful right now and Sam worried that her mood might change and the dinner would turn into a disaster or something.
He decided to tell her afterwards instead.
Within minutes the doorbell rang and he greeted his boss, introduced his ‘wife’ and tried to be as pleasant as possible without being a nervous suck up.
Apart from the very tight hug he had with Yvette, his boss was surprisingly gentleman-like. Not at all as domineering as he was back at the office. He spoke softer, he listened to what was said and responded jovially. Sam was a bit surprised actually, but glad.
His mother was the perfect hostess. She had made a great meal and kept serving drinks when needed. It was hard to tell if she was flirting or just being nice when she rested her bust on the table. Seeing as to how top heavy she was, maybe that was just automatic for her, to lay her swelling bosom on the table when she wanted to rest her back.
Sam found himself often stealing a peak at her incredible curves and felt a sting of jealousy when he saw his boss doing the same.
Now and then Yvette would lay her hand high up on Sam’s thigh under the table which almost made him blush.
But all in all, they managed to keep the pretense up and his boss finally thanked for dinner and complimented his mother on her great cooking, and beauty.
“You’re a lucky man Sam,” he said with a wink, “It’s understandable that you can’t keep your hands off her.”
Was he insinuating that he had heard reports about their ‘love making’ from his spies, or was it just something guys would say to each other?
Just as the front door closed behind him, Yvette fell into Sam’s arms with her back turned, pretending to faint.
Sam caught her and held her tight as she let him support her body weight.
“Oh god… we made it!” she said, huffing.
“You were awesome mo… my dear,” Sam replied and gave her a warm hug from behind. He could feel himself stiffening up, feeling her buxom body against his own.
He had kept his mind occupied during the dinner and his loins now felt the pent up tension that had been bottled up.
Yvette rubbed her backside against his growing bulge in an exploring manner.
“Is it time for bed already?” she giggled suggestively.
Sam looked at his watch, 10:30 p.m. The security guard would make his round in 30 minutes. His boss would surely want a report about Sam’s love life tomorrow.
“Yeah.. tomorrow is another work day,” Sam said, as if that’d be an excuse to go to bed.
His mind was not at all thinking about sleeping. He quickly helped his mom to fill the dishwasher and then washed up for bed. He made sure to wash his swelling dick, just in case his mother would again take him orally. Deep down, he was sort of counting on it, but he didn’t dare to presume she would. It still felt as if he was using her, although everything pointed to her actually wanting to please him.
Sam got into bed first and his mother came soon after, she stripped naked by the bed and Sam let his eyes wander over her luscious body, now only illuminated by the lights from the street. He still had his boxer shorts on, but his dick was already growing out of them.
“Are we sleeping naked,” he asked in a low voice, as if it was a secret not to be overheard.
“Yeah son, I think we might as well. It’s what married couples do, ain’t it?” she replied in a sultry tone as she crawled in under the covers with him.
Sam quickly slid out of his underwear and tried to still his racing heart. It felt like a silent agreement that he didn’t dare to hop for. Looking at the clock beside the bed, it read 10:55.
“So, how should we do this?” he almost whispered, not bold enough to look his mother in the eye.
“Come here. Lay on top of me,” Yvette suggested and spread her legs.
Sam climbed on top of her and laid his groin against hers. He still supported himself on his arms enough to not put all his weight on her petite body. He could feel her large breasts squish up against his chest. He felt his pulsating erection pressed against her soft mound.
“Now you can slide,” she told him and positioned her pussy so her ample labia cradled his meat like a hot dog bun, a much too small bun.
Sam could feel the moist heat emanating from her folds. Their sensitive skin was now connected. The base of his thick dick was pressing her pussy lips apart and his glans was close to her belly button.
Sam slowly started to move his hips down, sliding his cock along her slit, smearing the underside of it in her slippery juices. Yvette moaned behind closed lips. Looking down he saw her head pushing back into her pillow and her eyes closed.
Before his tip got too far down, Sam slid his pole upward again stroking it’s way up her wet valley.
This was incredible and he could feel the familiar surge in his balls.
Looking at the clock again, 10:58. No security car outside. Getting a bit self conscious, Sam was trying to imagine what could be seen by anyone spying from outside. He wasn’t inserted in her, but his mother’s thick thighs were lifted up beside his hips and probably would shield anyone from seeing if they were actually connected or not.
Sam concluded that this probably looked very much like the real thing. It felt like the real thing!
As he sensed the headlights of a car out on the street, he picked up the pace. He felt his mother’s breasts sloshing under his chest as her body was pushed back and forth with his motions. She was biting her lower lip and clenching her eyes tight.
A tiny thought occurred to Sam - what if he would slip in to her by mistake? His raging dick wished for it. But that would be crossing the line that couldn’t be crossed. That might ruin it all. He swatted the thought away as he instead pushed and pulled with increasing force. Under him, his mother was now breathing heavily.
Sam had trouble controlling himself now, animalistic grunts made it clear that he was closing in on climax.
“Tell… me… when… it’s… time…”, Yvette whispered in short gasps.
A few more pushes went by before Sam had to tell her, “Now!”
He felt his balls tense up and his muscle control give way to the primal urge of cumming.
In an unbelievable, acrobatic feat, his mother folded her legs in between and under his own and pulled him upward as she slid downward, all in one sweeping motion.
Sam was bewildered at what was happening under him and felt his fountain rushing through his bursting dick. Just as he was going to squirt his first pulse he felt the head of his cock enveloped by something warm and wet!
His mother had slid down and engulfed his tip in her mouth just as he started spilling out!
Sam was startled but didn’t have the control over his body to do anything about it even if he had wanted to.
His hips were bucking but Yvette gripped his rod with both hands and held it in place between her lips!
He felt himself gushing, load after giant load into her warm orifice. His mom was humming lewdly with her mouth full and the vibrations from her sounding did nothing to calm Sam down.
Between his own heavy breathing he could hear Yvtte gulping down his servings, her hands still gripping tightly around his shaft and slowly milking out every last drop of him.
When his body finally relaxed he laid himself to the side, his mother kept him in her mouth and he could feel her tongue circling his swollen glans. Her hands slowly massaging the length of his diminishing hardness and her mouth giving it long, deliberate sucks.
Sam felt embarrassed again, but the soaring satisfaction his body felt made it bearable. His conscience wanted to pull away from his poor mother, but his body was dominating now and he revelled in the feeling of her soft mouth working on his dick.
When she finally decided she was done and Sam was back to a softened state, Yvette let his cock free and said, “There… saves on washing up.”
It was dark, but he could feel her cute, motherly smile in the darkness. Outside, the street was empty.
“Do you think he saw us?” his mother whispered, licking her lips clean.
“I’m sure,” Sam replied, exhausted.
He felt himself drifting off to sleep. His mother cuddled up to him and laid her head on his chest. He felt her volume of hair splaying out over his shoulder and arm. He pulled her body closer. Her large tits’ pressing up against his side.