Mom shook her head. “Not yet. We’d both be wasting our time. I told you, attitude is 90% of the job. We gotta work on that first. Then we’ll add the bells and whistles. Remember Penny?”
Marie nodded. “Pretty impressive.”
“You saw how he reacted?”
Aunt Marie nodded.
“She was right. I love my boy. Love him with all my heart. I’ll do anything to make him happy. He needs to know that. When I’m down here, between his legs, that’s my primary mission. Let him know he’s loved and adored. Him and his wonderful toy.”
Mom took a few minutes to take care of me, in full adoration mode. Touching, kissing, rubbing her face, her lips against my cock, gazing up at me on occasion, but almost all of her attention focused on my straining cock. Maybe 4 minutes on the clock, but an eternity in action. At the end of that time, she still hadn’t taken me in her mouth.
She looked up at me. “Good Jeremy? On a scale of 1 to 10?”
“Ten Mom. You’re always a 10 in adoration mode.”
She grinned. “That’s cute. You have a name for the prelude? Adoration mode?”
“Yeah. When you’re doing that, and it seems like you’re absolutely in love with my cock, adoring it. It’s insane how hot that is.”
Mom turned to Aunt Marie. “That’s where we start. No tricks or anything.”
Aunt Marie wore a puzzled look. “But you didn’t even start. You didn’t suck him or anything.”
“Sucking’s not critical. Hell, I could get him to come without ever taking him in my mouth or using my hands on him.”
“Bullshit, Alice. It’s hard enough using both.”
“Wanna bet?”
Aunt Marie looked a little nervous. “Bet what?”
While they were thinking about it, I had an idea. “The loser is my slave for the rest of the day.”
They both looked up at me, surprised. “What?” “You’re kidding!” “No way!”
“Chicken, Mom? Think you can’t do it? I don’t think you can.” I knew that would get to her.
Mom got a determined look on her face. “Of course I can’t do it, but…”
“How about you, Aunt Marie? You don’t want to see me controlling her? Making her blow me on the patio after dinner, with everyone sitting around watching?”
Aunt Marie’s surprised look turned to shock. “With everyone there?”
I nodded. “Oh yeah. That would be seriously hot.”
Mom looked at Aunt Marie. “Think twice, Marie. ‘Cause you’re going to be the one doing it.”
“Can we have some ground rules about the slave thing?” Aunt Marie asked.
“No. No way. That would kind of ruin the whole ‘slave’ aspect. You’re going to have to trust me. You both trust me, don’t you?”
Mom nodded. “Of course, baby. It’s just that, I mean with the whole family around, we really should limit it to the bedroom.”
Aunt Marie chuckled. “Cluck-cluck-cluck. Who’s chicken now, Sissy?”
Mom glared at her. “I was saying that for your sake, Marie. Never mind. Full slave it is. Until midnight.”
“You don’t get all afternoon to get him off, either.”
“Ten minutes? You know that’s pretty fast for him,” Mom said.
Aunt Marie nodded. “Ten minutes.” She looked at the clock. “You can start now. The 10 minutes starts in… 20 seconds.”
Mom started by climbing up the bed, and kissing me softly. “You need to come for me, baby. Don’t hold back. This is important. She needs to see it’s not the action but the whole attitude and emotion that makes it work. Alright, baby?”
I gave her a thoughtful look. “I really would love to have you for my slave, Mom.”
She blushed. “Come fast for me, make it good, and this weekend, I’ll be your slave for a day. But we’ve got to show her, baby.”
That was an offer too good to deny. A Two-for-one. “Alright Mom. I won’t hold back. But you better make it good.”
She kissed me deeply, rubbing against my cock. “The best. I do adore you. You and that beautiful cock,” she whispered.
She slowly worked her way down my body, kissing my chest, my abs, touching me, licking me. I looked over and she’d already burned two minutes, but I was getting into it.
She used her face, her lips, her tongue, her hair, her cheeks. Constant, fleeting contact with my cock. Her hands glided across my skin, caressing me. My abs, hips, sides, thighs, my balls.
Her tongue, especially, was a devilish thing. She spent a long time using it to tease the head, the crest, torturing me. The world for her had disappeared, leaving a little singularity, just her head and my cock. I knew nothing else mattered in the world. Time was not an issue. I thought she’d be in a hurry, but it seemed just the opposite. With four minutes to go I was already sweating, moaning.
Mom didn’t slow down, didn’t even acknowledge my state. She was mumbling to herself, talking to my cock, rubbing her lips up and down my length. Mom pushed my legs further apart, taking a few moment to treasure my balls, licking and sucking.
Then she cheated. Not by the rules, she stuck to them, but to the essence of the matter.
Mom licked her finger and eased it into my bottom. While she was licking the head again, her breath warm and teasing, her finger was petting me, stroking the inside, searching out my prostrate, and milking it.
I groaned, ending with a whimper.
Aunt Marie was watching from only a few inches away, obviously enthralled. I reached down and stroked her hair, getting a surprised look from her. “My love slave,” I moaned softly.
Mom’s tongue was lashing away at the head of my cock. Her finger was doing crazy things to me, making my hips jerk involuntarily. I started to hold back a little, wanting to make it last.
Mom looked up. “It’s time, my love. Feed me. Feed Mommy.” She pressed her lips together on top of my cock, sucking away at the very tip.
I gasped and felt the cum launch from deep within me. Mom’s lips captured it, sucking noisily, mixing air with my load. Her finger inside me was stroking firmly and slowly, coaxing out more.
After a few more shots, she took mercy on me, extracting her finger. I gasped, slowly settling my hips down to the bed, my heart pounding madly. Mom opened her mouth, and my cum slid out from between her lips, cascading over my cock head, pouring down my shaft.