Before Father's Day

"Your dad asked me to do something special for you on Father's Day." This sentence played in my head countless times—morning, noon, and night. I just couldn't stop it from constantly echoing in my mind, as if my head were a giant echo chamber.

Worse still, Mom made me diet. Of course, this diet wasn't about eating less. Mom rarely treated me well, and when she did, it was infrequent. From the moment Mom uttered that resounding statement until Father's Day, a week later, Mom only let me have sex with her twice. Of course, during that time, Mom expressed milk from my penis a few times.

The first time was after I asked Mom if she needed help washing my hair. I had been pestering Mom for days to comb or braid her hair, but that day Mom came out with a frown; she was clearly unhappy. Mom went into the kitchen, and I followed her in. Mom, with her sharp tongue—don't get the wrong idea, she actually gave me a good scolding.

"What do you want to do?" Mom asked sternly.

Although her voice wasn't loud, the stern tone made it sound like a train rumbling by.

Of course, I was stunned; I had absolutely no idea what my mother was saying.

"Are you mentally challenged?" my mother snapped.

I turned to look at the living room. If a gun went off here, someone else would hear it; my mother's voice shouldn't have carried that far. I turned back to look at my mother, whose expression was the typical "Get out of here!" I shrugged, helplessly spreading my hands.

"Do you think your father is stupid?"

I was speechless, so I just shrugged again. Like a frightened deer running along a headlight, I dared not say anything, afraid of saying something wrong.

Seeing my submissive demeanor, my mother's expression softened slightly. "Honey," she said, becoming even more gentle.

"You need to learn to be smarter."

I responded with an expression that said, "I understand everything, but I can't do it."

Then, my mother seemed to suddenly become incredibly gentle and maternal, walking towards me.

"I know," my mother said.

"That thing is hard to control once it's armed, isn't it?" Mom looked down at me, my erection not subsiding as expected, still pitching a high tent in my jeans. I got up from the sofa and went into the kitchen, trying not to let Dad notice my strange gait; I don't know how I managed it. My father, however, didn't notice my odd walk. Mom held out her hand, palm up, pointing to my tent.

"It's hard (meaning 'hard,' a double entendre)," Mom whispered. The pun didn't distract me, but the way Mom's hand cradled my scrotum did. "It won't be long," Mom whispered, tilting her head back, her mouth directly in my ear.

Mom's hand continued to rub against me, as if emphasizing the meaning of "soon"—it would be wonderful.

"Do you need anything tonight?" Mom asked.

The rubbing intensified, but didn't speed up. Her palm ground against my penis from below, my penis pressed against my stomach.

"Can you wait?" Mom asked softly, her fingers pinching my scrotum, rubbing faster.

Each time, I nodded vigorously, first saying I could wait, then saying I couldn't.

Mom stood on tiptoe, sticking out her tongue to lightly lick my neck. Mom's hands were now rubbing intensely, almost hurting me, but I didn't care. Mom stopped talking, exhaling a deep breath on my neck below my ear, expressing that she was also excited. My arms were wrapped around Mom's shoulders, so I could stand still.

My legs were very weak, feeling like my knees would bend at any moment.

"I'll give you a little gift tonight," Mom murmured.

Okay, okay, okay, I kept nodding.

"Will you like it?"

Of course, of course, I couldn't speak, my hips rubbing against Mom's hands. Mom's palm rubbed, then twisted on the right side of my glans.

"Tonight I'll fuck you," Mom said in a guttural voice.

I clung tightly to my mother, ejaculating in my pants. I loved the way she touched me, now even more gently, letting me release all my pent-up desire. After I finished, my mother stroked my wet crotch, gave me a light kiss, and said, "I'll keep you inside me all night." "Now, you'd better behave," she added, walking to the door.

I promised her I would behave well. It wasn't until I lay in bed waiting for her that I realized her anger meant my father knew nothing about what happened between us, that he hadn't actually hinted at anything special to her. Wasn't that right?

In a way, I was disappointed. If my father had known, if he had allowed it, I could have my mother openly, without having to hide it. On the other hand, the fact that my father knew nothing made the thrill of having sex with my mother right under his nose even more exciting. I didn't know what I wanted, but I decided to ask my mother what had happened that night.

I fell asleep—can you believe I could sleep?

When I woke up, it was completely dark, and I felt like I was still dreaming. My mother was lying on top of me, motionless. I lay on my back, head turned to one side, looking at the huge red numbers on the clock. It was already past four in the morning; no wonder I had fallen asleep. My penis was hard, incredibly hard. How could it not be hard after Mom had been milking for so long? Her throbbing muscles kept pulling me deeper inside her; how could it not be hard?

"So," Mom whispered, "do you dream of being inside me?" Mom twisted her hips, and I felt my penis being clamped by a pair of pliers. I groaned loudly.

"You'll love it," Mom said with a smile.

I started to thrust into Mom hard, but she used her body weight to lessen my impact, laughing even harder.

"Don't go too fast," I wanted her to slow down, to thrust harder.

That's how it was; I tried to thrust slowly, and Mom let me fuck her. If I thrust too fast, Mom wouldn't cooperate. Mom kept encouraging me in my ear—of course, only when Mom wasn't licking me with her warm tongue. My mother is incredibly hot; she could be anyone's dream girl, but she's the only woman I yearn for day and night. It wasn't ejaculation, it was an outburst. My body tensed, my back completely lifted off the bed, my head and feet raised high, every muscle in my body helping me spray my semen into my mother's vagina. My mother's vagina is the best vagina in the world.

My mother's deep, passionate laughter ignited me until I was completely exhausted, collapsing onto her.

Before I could even ask what special Father's Day had asked her to do for me, my mother was already gone.

In the following days, although my mother didn't do anything intentionally, the clothes she wore always made her buttocks look incredibly alluring. I knew she was teasing me. I tried my best not to say or do anything inappropriate, which was quite difficult because my mother hadn't let me touch her for many days. I was neglected, or rather, tormented. For many days, my mother wore tight shorts or jeans that hugged her buttocks, her buttocks seeming to beckon me. Once, when Mom and Dad were chatting, I felt Mom's buttocks beckoning me, "Fuck me, come on, fuck me." Just then, Dad looked up at something, and I shook my head vigorously. I was guessing what Mom and Dad might be talking about. Mom turned around and looked at me, straightened one leg, tightened her thigh, put her hand on her buttocks, and had a mysterious smile on her face.

"What's wrong, darling?" Mom turned back and looked in the direction Dad was looking.

That night, as I was about to enter my parents' bedroom, my mother stopped me at the door. I could hear the shower coming from their room—of course I could, because I'd been waiting in the hallway. As I leaned against the wall in the hallway outside their bedroom, my mother's hand, like a snake, slipped inside my pajamas and pulled out my penis. She wrapped her arms around my waist, kissing me while giving my large penis a long, sensual embrace and caress.

When it was over, her breathing was as rapid as mine. Looking down, she said, "Looks like I need to do it again," while continuing to stroke my penis.

"Did you like it?" she asked tenderly.

Yes, of course.

Her hands gripped my penis tightly, rubbing it forcefully from the glans to the scrotum, then she lifted it up and squeezed it hard; I felt like my glans was about to fall off.

"Want more?"

I nodded, my face pleading. She continued to stroke me up and down, giving me a handjob.

"You want me?" she asked sharply.

I nodded, staring at the ceiling, trying to hide the despair in my eyes. I was utterly astonished when my mother suddenly took my penis into her mouth. Shocked, I looked down at her flowing hair as she vigorously sucked on my shaft from top to bottom. When I placed my hand on her head, trying to press it down, she slapped it away.

I yielded to her request, not daring to force her.

It was almost like she was biting my penis, but it still felt good. Within seconds, I released a torrent, a real flood that had been building up for three days since my mother's buttocks had been swaying against my face. Suddenly, an image flashed through my mind of me ejaculating deep into my mother's mouth. "It's all yours," I shouted to myself, thrusting my penis forward until it reached her throat, pulling her head down so her mouth wouldn't move. My mother had actually tolerated me, and I was thrilled.

"That's all before Father's Day," my mother said, standing up.

Then she quickly disappeared into her room, closing the door behind her.

I only just realized the shower had stopped. I was a little confused; when did it stop? My pajama bottoms were tucked around my knees as I skipped back to my room.

I woke up again when Mom was on top of my penis. It was four in the morning, about the same time Mom came over last time. When Mom left last night, she said those things, and I never expected her to come back. Had she changed her mind, or had she always planned to? Whatever, I started slowly fucking Mom, just like last time.

"Faster," Mom urged, a little impatiently. "Come on, fuck me harder." I fucked Mom harder and harder, almost making us fall off the bed. It wasn't enough, Mom yelled in my ear.

"Harder, fuck me harder!"

I went crazy, using my legs and arms to push myself up onto Mom, almost trying to shake off her tight pussy gripping my penis. Despite my efforts, it was no use. Mom rode me like a rodeo star, teasing and mocking me. As I convulsed inside my mother, pouring all my essence into her body, she persisted, whispering in my ear,

"Like this, just like this," she cried, holding me tightly. "Give me everything, baby, just shoot inside me." She left quickly, but it's okay. I won't ask anything of her. We're happy like this, and Father's Day is only a week away.

[The End]

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