Joy rushed through me along with the delight of cumming in Mrs. Best’s pussy. I groaned, stars bursting before my vision. It was incredible. I pumped the last of my cum into Mrs. Best’s cunt. I emptied my nuts and felt so good.
“Mmm, that was so amazing,” Mrs. Best purred. She lifted her face from between my mom’s thighs. “Ooh, that was wonderful but…” Her cunt clenched down on my cock. “Shit, it’s that late. I have to go. I have to meet my husband. We’re going to the garden center to buy some new flowers to plant. Thanks for the Tea, Rita. And for lending me your son’s cock.”
“It was my pleasure,” Mom said, stretching her arms, a big smile on her flushed face.
“You sure came hard enough for it to be your pleasure,” Mrs. Best said as she crawled off my cock and off the bed. Her big tits bounced and heaved. She winked at me as she strode out of the room.
I just fucked my friend’s mom while she went down on my mom. That was so insane. How could that belt buckle make all this happen? I pinched myself, wondering if I was dreaming. I winced at it while Mom giggled.
“Do you think this is all a dream?” Mom asked. “I mean, you finally being a good boy is my dream.” She sat up, her big tits swaying, and crawled to me. She threw her arms around my neck. “This is the happiest moment of my life.”
She kissed me.
I shuddered at the feel of my mother’s lips on mine. Warm and soft. This was so wrong. A taboo throb ran through my cock as we kissed. She broke it a moment later, spittle connecting our lips for a moment.
“Mmm, weren’t you supposed to be going over to your friend’s house, Jason?”
“Oh, yeah, Mama,” I said. “Super Smash Bros tournament.”
She gave an amused smile. “Well, I’ll drive you. Let’s get dressed.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I said. “I can walk.”
“No, no, I’d love to drive you. You were such a good boy. You deserve that reward.”
I grinned at her. Thanks, Mom.”
We headed naked downstairs. It was so strange walking through the house nude now that the sex stuff was over. My heart pounded in my chest. My cock was still hard. Mrs. Best was just heading out the door, dressed herself.
I found my t-shirt, boxers, and jeans. I pulled those on while Mom just drew on her sundress. She didn’t bother with a bra or panties. The dress fit tight in her bodice, her jiggling tits such a sight to witness.
It sucked having to cram my hard cock into my boxers.
I yanked up my jeans and then buckled my belt I brushed “Mama’s Boy” written in cursive across the front, a tingle racing through me. Mom smiled at me, and I grinned back. It wasn’t bad being a mama’s boy at all.
We headed out into the garage and into her minivan. The garage door rumbled up and she backed out. I was eighteen I could drive, but I had never bothered to get my license. She had a big smile as she drove me over to Carl’s.
It took only a few minutes. I really could have walked. Mom parked in the driveway and, to my shock, she got out with me. I blinked at that as she grabbed my arm as I headed to the door, pressing her body against mine.
“Uh…” I said.
“I thought I’d watch you in this tournament,” she said. “Unless you don’t want your mother here?”
I shouldn’t want her here. She was my mom. It would be so embarrassing. My friends would rag on me. But, instead, that aching warmth to make my mother happy swept through me. “No, no, I was just surprised.”
She beamed in delight which made my heart beat faster.
Mrs. Donovan, my friend Carl’s mother, opened the door after we rang. The black-haired MILF had a welcoming smile when she saw us. “Lisa, Jason, come in. The boys are down in the basement. Would you like some tea, Lisa.”
“Oh, I’m good. Just here to watch Jason win.”
Mrs. Donovan blinked. “Every time I go down there, I get the stink eye from Carl and his friends.”
“Well, Jason’s a good boy who does what his mama says.” Mom tightened her hold on me. “Right, honey?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Lucky you,” Mrs. Donovan said with such a wistful smile on her lips. “If I could get Carl to do anything these days… He used to be such a good boy. He’d sit on my lap as I combed his hair and read to him. He’d clean his room. And now… Now he just wants to play video games.”
“I know.” Mom smiled at me. “Jason’s become such a good boy. He finally ate my pussy and fucked me hard. He gave me a wonderful climax.”
“Does Carl do that for me?” “No!!” Mrs. Donovan asked. “He won’t even finger my pussy. Is that too much to ask for?”
“Lisa’s son is the same way.” Mom smiled at me. “But I have such a good boy.
Had the entire world gone insane? How could they be having this conversation? I guarantee that Mrs. Donovan never once lamented that her son hadn’t fingered her. The thought never would have crossed her mind.
And Dad thinking it was normal for me to fuck his wife…
“Well, uh, the game,” I said, wanting to get out of this situation.
“Yes, yes, let’s go,” Mom said.
I headed down the stairs, so certain I was about to get ragged on. I was embarrassed but I couldn’t stop this. Mom was too excited. She wanted to watch me play. So I had to do the very best. The sounds of the game being played and laughs echoed up at me.
At the bottom of the stairs was a finished basement converted into a rumpus room. There was a large-screen TV, a big couch, a recliner, a foosball table in the corner next to a pinball machine that Carl’s dad had restored.
“Finally,” Carl said, sitting on the couch. “And…” He blinked. “Uh, hey, Mrs. Reynolds.”
Sitting on either side of Carl, Tim and James both sniggered. Tim shook his head, not knowing I had fucked his mother. James rolled his eyes. On the recliner, Eduardo stared in shock. Then he grinned as I sat down on the love seat with Mom next to me.
“Didn’t know you were bringing a date,” Eduardo said.
“Yeah, need your mom to hold your hand?” Tim asked.
James grinned. “You going to cry on her shoulder when I kick your ass?”
“Oh, boys,” Mom said, snuggling up tight to me. “You’re just jealous that he’s a good mama’s boys and you’re not.”
They all burst into laughter. My cheeks warmed, but this strange defiance shot through me. My mom wanted to be here. It made her happy. “I don’t care!” I growled. “I’m a mama’s boy. And you have no idea how rewarding it is!”
“Dude, that’s so pathetic,” said Carl. “Just because your mom’s sucking your dick, doesn’t mean you have to let her snuggle up to you when we’re here to play.”
“Suck my dick?” I gasped, my cheeks red.
“Oh, I do more than suck my good boy’s dick,” purred Mom. “Mmm, I let him eat my pussy, and he fucks me so hard.”
“Get a real girlfriend,” said James. “That’s just so sad.”
“Oh, he’ll get a real girlfriend!” Mom huffed. She rested her head on the love seat. “Now are you going to play, honey?”
“They’re finishing up the game,” I said, seeing it paused.
“Not sure we should let you play,” Carl muttered. “Not when you’re so fucking late. Guess getting a hummer from Mommy dearest is more important.”
“Have you ever gotten a hummer?” I snapped back. “Because, yeah.”
“God, such a mama’s boy,” muttered Eduardo. Then he flicked his wrist and made a whipping sound.
“Yep. Whipped,” Tim said. “Let’s get going. He lifted his controller.”
The game unpaused. Tim was playing Zero Suit Samus and Carl had control of King Dedede. They battled it out while Mom asked me whispered questions. I felt everyone glancing over at me as I explained how the game worked. The stocks that were being used. The time insanity. How the percentage gauge worked. In the end, Tim won.
“Here,” Carl said, tossing the controller. “Let’s see how well you can play, mama’s boy.”
“Oh, he can play very well,” Mom said as the character select screen appeared. “Oh, my, what are all those.”
I explained about the characters. Tim stayed with Zero Suit Samus–I think he just liked staring at her ass–while I was heading for Adult Link. But then Mom gasped in delight and said, “The pink one. The pink ball one.”
“Er, Jigglypuff or Kirby?” I asked.
She gave me a strange look. “That one just above your cursor.”
I groaned. Jigglypuff.
But it would make mom happy. I took her. I don’t think I had ever played her. Kirby rocked, but Jigglypuff? My friends were snickering, but I didn’t care. I made the selection and felt Mom’s satisfaction that I listened to her.
“You’re going to be so amazing with her,” she said, her hand rubbing up and down my jeans. I shuddered at the heat of her touch. My cock throbbed as we put the stage on random.
We got the Kirby stage in the trees. I shuddered as Mom’s hand felt so nice on my jeans. I struggled to focus, dodging Zero Suit Samus’s attack. I went in, messing with the buttons to figure out Jigglypuff’s moveset.
Mom’s hand slid over my cock. I gasped and took a hard hit from Tim. I almost flew off the side, but I recovered as Mom’s hand rubbed up and down my dick through my jeans. I swelled to my full erection as she did that, purring her delight.
I came in for the attack. Blows were traded. I blocked. Jumped. A Poke Ball came down, and we both went for it. I focused on the screen, hardly feeling Mom’s hand rubbing at my crotch. Tingles raced down my cock to my balls.
SNAP!
The fastener of my jeans popped. The zipper rasped down.
“Uh, dude, your mom is not playing with your cock right now,” James said.
“What?” Tim gasped, looking at me.
I hit him while he was distracted, knocking him off the stage. He cursed but botched his recovery and fell off the screen, losing him a stock. He glared at me as my mom reached into my open fly and then through the slit in my boxers. She grabbed my cock and pulled it out.
“Mmm, just keep playing,” she purred, stroking my cock.
“The fuck,” groaned Carl. “Dude, Mrs. Reynolds, do you have to do this now.”