Truth or Dare with My... Mom? Ch. 03

Fingers from her other hand now snaked inside her pussy and began the process of teasing my cum out of her. This was clearly not a new thing for her because she went at it with a practiced and steady efficiency. Rather expert, really. My eyes widened as I saw the amount of my cum she was managing to get out.

"Hoo, baby," she almost whispered, looking down at the mess she was creating on my cock as all my jizz spilled over it. I was like watching caramel or chocolate drizzle onto a sundae. "You came so damn much."

"I'm amazed, mom," I murmured in reply. "I mean, it felt like I came a ton, harder than I ever have, but to see how much it actually was..."

"And we know for a fact that you haven't been saving up, either," she agreed, still teasing out more. "Holy shit..."

She seemed convinced finally that she'd gotten everything, or at least all she could, because she moved away from over my cock and knelt between my legs now, gazing at the feast she'd created. I watched down my body, smiling as she studied her meal. Her tits were resting against the mattress, and her ass was in the air. She almost looked like a cat stalking its prey. I nearly laughed at the imagery.

Mom looked up at me and read my mind, clearly, because she smirked and wiggled her butt like a cat would do. I believe I've mentioned, mom thinks she's the funniest person ever. I was coming around to agreeing with her, frankly.

She didn't waste any time. She simply pressed her mouth all the way down my length, her amazing lips sealed around my cock hermetically. I'm amazed there wasn't some kind of comical 'shloomp!' noise as she reached the root. Mom moved her mouth up and down, her tongue working its magic. My cock had felt gooey, slimy, and whatever adjective would be appropriate for a dick glazed in its own cum. But I could feel the texture of my dick changing as she sucked my semen down her throat.

My feet flexed and my toes curled at the sensations she was sending through me. Mom's eyes never left mine for a moment, gazing at me lovingly, lustily as she bobbed up and down slowly.

Finally, she pulled up and popped her mouth off my cock, and while it was indeed shining with her saliva, there wasn't a trace of cum to be found anywhere. True to her word, she'd gotten it all. She smiled up at me rather wickedly as she wiped at the corner of her mouth with a finger.

"Sooooo," she said, pushing up on her hands now and just looking at me. I could see her lovely tits swaying below. "Any of your li'l sluts anywhere near that good?"

"No," I replied simply.

"And he's finally calming down," mom mused, smirking as my cock began to wilt, lying down against my stomach. "We've done it, Aaron, we've slain the savage beast."

"He's just asleep, mom," I assured her, grinning. "And even if he's dead, that makes you a necromancer, and you'll have him back to life in no time."

"Let's go with sexromancer," she suggested, kneeling up now and sitting back, sighing in accomplishment. "Sounds better, and not as creepy, for a mom who blows and fucks her son."

"No argument there," I laughed.

"Give mommy just a sec," she said, clambering off the bed and heading toward her bathroom. "Mommy may like the taste of your cum, but I can't make out with you if I taste like a sperm factory..."

I lay back and waited, my arms behind my head as I just sighed and reflected on everything that had happened in the past two days. It was the most incredible thing, and there was no predicting it. Who would've thought that two shitty dates would have led to this?

She was back quickly enough, and she got onto the bed from the bottom, crawling toward me, eyes locked with mine. She settled her sexy frame down on top of me and we lost ourselves in a deep, wet kiss, tongues tangling and punctuated with moans of satisfaction. I loved how she felt against me, and the notion of making love to her again was a true thrill.

We slowly rolled over so that I was on top of mom, smiling down at her. I'd discovered that she was an assertive and independent woman when it came to sex, but she clearly loved being pinned down beneath me. Her brown eyes shone as she looked up at me.

"Make love to me always and forever, Aaron?" she asked quietly.

I nodded. "I've got no other way to be now, mom. This is the new normal. Whatever follows in life from now on, it has to conform to this."

She sighed and nodded, truly accepting this and loving it as much as I did. Her arms were around my shoulders as she gazed up at me adoringly. We kissed again, since nothing needed to be said right now. We finally broke for air, and she giggled about something that occurred to her.

"We mated like fucking tigers there," she said, her eyes dancing with mirth. "Gotta wonder how long that genetic sexual attraction has been simmering under the surface."

"All our lives, possibly," I replied with a shrug. "I look back on it now, all the endless times over my life that I've seen you in skimpy outfits, peeped on you, accidentally saw you peeing, or any one of a hundred other things, I guess I was just far more drawn to you than my undeveloped little brain could have imagined."

She snickered and nodded. "Every mommy's in love with her little boy, but I always knew you were gonna be a lady-killer, Aaron. You were strong and healthy as a kid, you were smart, you were confident... and you got that dick early. I couldn't help but notice that. Lucky little bitches who got to use it before I did."

I laughed and squirmed my still-sleeping cock against her still-gooey pussy. Mom giggled and squirmed back. We kissed again and she looked over in the directions of the cameras. "We should probably turn them all off, we probably taxed all their memories with that torrid fuckfest, right?"

I nodded and moved off her, letting her lounge prettily while I killed the recording functions on the cameras. Neither of us was really sure how much time had passed, so I looked at the reader on mom's phone.

"Damn, forty-six minutes," I said.

"Wow, go us," mom laughed, doing little kicks in the air with her feet. "But I'll bet we can do better, right?"

"Mom, I'll find a way to give you hours and a hundred orgasms if that's what you want," I said as I came back to the bed and laid on my side, facing into her. She turned in to face me as well, crooking the top leg open so that I could reach down and caress her smooth pussy while she traced a fingernail along my chest and slowly down to my sleeping cock.

"I suppose I can learn to share this beast," she sighed with a forlorn affectation. "After all, rather greedy to keep it to myself, right?"

"I kinda want you to, but that might be hormones talking," I agreed, nodding. "I mean, my mind is still racing to try and find ways for me to marry you, make you my wife."

Mom dropped her head a little and giggled before smiling at me. "Yeah, mine too, baby. Being your wife sounds great. But we can have all this and still get you married to the true love of your life, you know. We'll find a way."

"What about you?" I asked now, one of my hands coming to rest on the soft pillow of her breasts. "Y'know you're also allowed to find your forever someone, right?"

Another smile. "I know, and I appreciate that, Aaron. God knows, I haven't had any luck recently, have I?"

"That's because the one person you've ever truly been in love with aside from me isn't available, seemingly," I pointed out.

Mom blushed a little, knowing exactly who I meant.

"If Aunt Tracy was available, mom, I'd find a way to move her back here and get you two secretly married. How happy would we all be, then?"

She leaned in and buried her face in my shoulder for several seconds. She whispered something against my skin. I didn't bother to try and figure out what it was. It was mom's little secret, after all. She finally looked up at me again. "Very, very happy, Aaron."

I pulled mom into an embrace, and we laid on our sides, just holding one another, listening to each other breathe, feeling our hearts beating. There was an immense contentment to this moment, after fast and furious sex and lovemaking. And frankly, neither of us was remotely drunk for it, if I was objective. This was our decision, and it had been the right one. There was no doubt.

"Truth or dare, baby?" mom asked in a sleepy voice finally.

Damn, I'd forgotten all about the game. "Truth."

She snuggled in a little closer, her breasts pressed to my chest, her tummy flat with mine, and her pussy squashed to my sleeping cock.

"What're you gonna do to me when we wake up from this nap?" she murmured, her eyes closed.

I smiled. "Truth, mom, is I'm just gonna wait and improvise, I think. But another truth for free... I promise you'll love it."

A tiny smile on her lovely face, and a tiny nod. "Sounds wonderful. I love you so much, Aaron Zane."

"I love you too, mom," I replied, hugging her close and letting myself drift off.

Sometimes life felt like a game, sometimes fun, sometimes risky. Often scary. This was encapsulated by my weekend so far with mom, certainly. But truthfully, the risks had been so very worth it, a million times over.

Mom and I had dared those hurdles and found one another to be so much more than we'd ever expected. And we loved one another much more than we'd ever thought possible. I would never scare myself into never taking a risk again. I'll dare anything for mom.

And that's my new, absolute truth.

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Don't forget the stinger after these notes, folks!

Author's Notes: Okay, there's a chapter four coming. And no doubt chapters after that. So this is now, officially, just the first arc. And I'm okay with that. I'm a terminal series writer. I just need to accept this about myself. Nothing wrong with it, I'll just never win Nanowrimo. Oh well.

I've really come to enjoy Aaron and Julie as my protagonists. And while yes, this story is distantly linked to the Alexaverse through Becky (Julie's high school teacher friend) and Janet (Julie's lawyer), I don't need to add another couple of characters to the Alexaverse, since it has a gigantic cast already, approaching Peter Jackson's LotR movies in size once you count all the orc extras.

I've learned the valuable lesson of not painting myself into corners with my writing, since I always end up thinking of new, wonderful ideas that I want to add in. This in turn means that I've taken to planning out my stories much, much farther in the future, in case I want to add more on to them. It doesn't always happen, but it's better to be ready, I figure.

And while the span of one weekend might seem fast for all these things to have happened, I hope the laconic pace sort of evened it out, if you will. We got a lot of time to see what Aaron and Julie were thinking and going through as they grew closer to one another. Julie certainly is no stranger to acting outside the bounds of propriety, but is also an expert at maintaining an air of decorum and not getting caught. Aaron has the advantage of being a teenage boy whom nobody in society has any reasonable expectations of, except for wanting to get laid as much as possible.

I'm really quite drawn to mom here, but I fall in love with a lot of my women characters very easily. I have the worst crush on Karen, and that'll never change. Aaron falls somewhere between Alex and Mark for dynamic teen boy stereotypes- he's not completely godlike the way Alex is, and he's not a total pain in the ass the way Mark is. Hopefully Aaron represents a relatable middle ground for people reading this. He just got really lucky about his mom. Then again, Julie probably feels that way about her son, right?

Welp, other stories to get on with. Have a happy spring, and keep your stick on the ice!

- Management

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Two hours later...

We were rolling around on the bed, laughing and tickling one another. Mom knew my ticklish spots, and I had rapidly found all of hers, not that she tried all that hard to keep me from finding them. She squealed and finally said she was giving in, because she was about to pee on the bed if I kept it up. Just as well, because she had me on the verge of pissing myself too. I guess I got my ticklish nature from her.

We just lay there, breathing heavily side-by-side and looking at the ceiling, chests heaving. I couldn't help but look at her wonderful tits as they rose up and down. Mom's fingers were linked with mine, keeping us bonded as we recovered from the tickle-war.

"Truth or dare, mom?" I asked tiredly.

"Truth," she replied, not moving. "Too pooped for a dare just yet. Gimme a few."

"Aside from when you were riding me at the end there and we both came," I began, thinking about that answer myself. "Which position were we fucking in did you like best?"

Mom thought about that for a bit before answering. "Well, being beneath you in missionary was wonderful, since I got to look up into my beautiful son's eyes. But if you're asking what position got me off the hardest... probably the doggy, honestly. I think I had the most orgasms in that position, and the single best one was there as well. But it was all wonderful, no doubt. We'll be doing them all again, all the time, baby."

I nodded. "I think it was doggy for me too, honestly, but yeah, doing 'em all again constantly is perfect."

"We don't even need to work on your stamina, really," she quipped, smirking at me before slowly moving down my body and perching over my cock. I watched as she took my sleeping member inside her skilled mouth and slowly brought it back to life. Aaron Jr. was back, and mom giggled in delight, kissing him hello.

"Truth or dare, my love," she said happily as she got off the bed, letting me look at her lush, sexy body.

"Dare."

"Well then," she began, turning and sauntering away from me, some extra wiggle in her walk. "I dare you to come and take a shower with me."

I made a wry face. "Uh, isn't us taking a shower together kind of old news, mom?"

"Only if you don't intend to stick that monster in my ass and fuck me under the shower until we both scream and cum," she said, stopping in the doorway of her bathroom to look back at me, giving me a wink and a smirk as she used a hand to pull one of her exquisite cheeks aside and exposed her little knot to me.

"You don't have to dare me twice!" I laughed as I leaped off the bed and darted toward her, my erection leading the way.

Mom shrieked in excitement and ran into the bathroom with me hot on her heels.

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