Measuring my cum pt 5

Introduction:
I felt something slap against my butt cheek, and then again a couple of times. It felt like a hand. I woke up with a jerk. I had drifted off to sleep, only for a few minutes it seemed, as I lay naked on my bed whilst mom had finished her shower. Now she stood over me next to the bed. She had a bath towel wrapped around her, and had been slapping my naked butt with her hand to wake me up.
“This will never do young man,” she said sternly. “It’s almost 10.30. Why haven’t you put any clothes on?” I had drifted off to sleep on my side, so mom must have had a good view of my ass and back whilst she slapped me. As I turned on my back, to now face her, I saw her looking at my balls and dick again, which, for now, was still limp. She licked her lips again. As before, I was sure she was not aware she was doing this and it was almost an involuntary action.
“Oh, sorry mom,” I said, apologetically. “Must have drifted off to sleep. I felt a bit sleepy after cumming twice in the bathroom, and lay on the bed for a few minutes to recover, that’s all.”
“Oh,” replied mom more calmly, apparently pacified at my explanation.
“Well, I hope you remember what I said in there. We have some serious talking to do later. I’ll probably think things over whilst I’m out. Make yourself breakfast after you put your clothes on. I’ll be going straight out when dressed.”
As she spoke about dressing, I had a sudden idea.
“Mom, I’m not really in the mood to go out today, now. I think I’ll just stay at home all day. I was wondering…er…well…as I’m going to have to dress and undress a few times later when we have our, …you know…sessions, …it would just be easier if I…er, …I mean, …if I just wore say, my boxer shorts, and that dressing gown I got a couple of years back. You know, the one I’ve hardly worn. Maybe I could wear it around the house with just my boxers on underneath to save bother. After all, you have seen enough of my body by now.”
Mom looked at me in silence for a moment, as if she was considering what I had just said. After a pause, she said, “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter if you do, and it would save us some time. As long as we’ve got no guests coming over, I’m ok for you to dress like that. But only whilst we are having to do our sessions mind, and back to normal after this is hopefully all over,” she said in a firm tone. “And, I guess it will save a bit on the laundry,” she added, in a more relaxed way, and as if she was giving herself another reason to agree to my request.
With that she started walking out of my bedroom, still with the bath towel wrapped around her.
I lay back on the bed for a moment again. I didn’t know where I’d got that idea all of a sudden, and the courage to say it! It just seemed to happen!
I was referring to a ‘house-gown’ I had bought a couple of year’s back — one of those impulse buys. It was like a dressing gown, but made of fine, smooth fabric, which I couldn’t remember the name of, dark blue in colour with an embroidered design over the back. It was really designed for the ‘man’ who liked to lounge around at home without much on underneath after a shower or bath. Looking back, I don’t know why I’d really bought it, except it looked nice in the shop. Mom had refused to let me wear it around the house when she was around, being the prude she was (or I had thought she was), so it had ended up folded up and unused, in my cupboard.
But now, it seemed appropriate enough to wear it, and the circumstances were right! Mom had agreed, and that was great. I got up, slipped on a pair of loose fitting, comfy boxer shorts, and rummaged around in my clothes cupboard until I found the gown.
I put it on and looked at myself in the long mirror in the corner of my room. The gown still fitted me well, going down to just above my knees, and was very comfortable, with a tie-belt around the middle. The fabric was not quite silk or satin, but still smooth and luxurious feeling. The dark blue colour was quite alluring and stylish! I almost looked like some rich guy lounging around at home! I smiled at my reflection in the mirror and posed a bit, and then decided to go down to get some breakfast.
Mom came into the kitchen not long after. She was fully dressed with some make up on, looking ready to go out. She was wearing a beige coloured, fine corduroy skirt, and light brown, lambswool, v-necked sweater, which was quite clingy and showed off the size of her large boobs well. Although the sweater was a v-neck, it sat quite close to her neckline, so only a little part of bare skin under her neckline showed. I could make out the top of a fine gold necklace around her neck, which she sometimes wore when going out. She looked quite nice and ‘lady like’, and it excited me to see her like that, knowing that I had seen her completely naked not long before.
She looked at me up and down in my house gown for a moment, but didn’t say anything, and then put some money on the kitchen worktop.
“I have to do some shopping,” she said, pouring herself a short coffee. “I had something to eat earlier, so I’m off now. Here’s some money for lunch. Order yourself a pizza or something,” she continued. “And see if you can tidy up a bit whilst you’re at home, instead of being lazy. Bye.” And with that, she took a final sip from her coffee cup, turned and went.
“Bye, mom,” I said, as she walked down the hall.
I heard her slam the front door shut and the car starting.
As I sat at the kitchen table, I thought back to what mom had said in our session in the bathroom. It had been a real turn on for me, seeing her completely nude for the first time. And she had let me play with her wonderful butt for a few moments! Fuck! But she had also sussed out my desires towards her body. I felt a little like I had been caught thinking something I shouldn’t have. But I just couldn’t help my sexual urges! I was a red bloodied male at 18 and seeing her nude body was just a complete turn on for me! The fact that it was my mom…well that just seemed to make it a little more exciting for some reason. Maybe it was the closeness and trust of the relationship.
I wondered what she would do now, and if she would become more strict. But she had also said something about increasing the frequency of our sessions to see just how much I could cum. It was confusing, and felt a slight headache come on as I thought about it. I decided it wasn’t worth getting a headache over. There was no point, and I guess I’d find out soon anyway what she was going to do about our sessions when she got back home.
The ache in my balls had eased a bit as I’d cum twice that morning, but I knew it would start up again in an hour or two and I’d be ready to cum with mom, hopefully, still helping. My dick stirred a bit at the thought.
The next few hours seem to fly by. I did a bit of tidying up in the kitchen and living room as mom had asked, as I thought it best to get her in a good mood for when she came back. Then I ordered a nice large pizza and a bottle of coke, all to myself.
After eating, I watched TV. A couple of friends phoned whilst I was watching, and we chatted about this and that. They had no idea what was happening between me and mom at home, and it was going to stay that way.
At around 3pm, I heard mom’s car pull into the driveway. I didn’t fancy going out in my gown to help her with the bags (and she probably wouldn’t want the neighbours to see me like that), so I just opened the front door and picked them up to take into the kitchen, as she placed them inside our porch. They looked mostly like groceries, but there were a few other nicer looking bags, which I didn’t see into, which looked like mom had gone downtown to the main shopping mall to buy something.
Mom came in and closed the door. She had a serious look on her, but looked pleased when she saw I had tidied the place up a bit.
“You’ve done some housework I see, Jacob,” she said, looking at me up and down in my gown like she had done earlier in the morning.
“Yea, mom, it’s the least I can do right now, as you’ve been…er….helping me….you know.”
Mom looked away from me and got on with sorting out the groceries and her other bags. “I’m going to make myself something to eat,” she said, all serious again. “Do you want anything?”
“No,” I replied. “I ordered pizza while you were out.”
“Well, go and do something for a while and I’ll give you a call when I’m ready for our little chat I mentioned we’d have.”
“Ok, mom,” I said a little nervously, and went off to my room.
I decided to read a book to take my mind off things. After about an hour, I heard mom call me.
I went downstairs and found she was at the kitchen table.
“Sit down” she said.
I pulled up a chair next to her at the table and sat down.
My eyes wandered to her boobs momentarily as they stuck out of her tight fitting sweater, and then back to her face. I think she noticed.
“Jacob, I had a good think whilst I was out today,” she started. “Although I had initially agreed to give you some stimulation to help you to cum for medical reasons, it seems that seeing my body has raised some sexual urges in you.”
She paused for a moment.
“Now, thinking it over,” she continued, “I realise it’s only natural for you to react like that, seeing a woman’s body in real life for the first time, even if it’s the body of your mother. If we hadn’t had to go through this routine as Dr. Taylor had suggested, I’m sure you would not have developed such urges towards me, as I am your mother.”
I nodded in agreement, going along with what she had said. It sounded good so far, and better than I’d expected. And I wasn’t stupid enough to say I had lusted after her body for some years. Not at this point, anyway.
“So,” she continued, “I’ve decided that I am prepared to continue giving you the stimulation you need.”
“Thanks, mom,” I said, smiling at her, and feeling slightly relieved.
“However,” she continued, “From our session this morning, I can see that you do need to work out some of these urges, and it may be of some benefit to include in our sessions some extra activities which will help you to cum.” She paused again, letting what she had said sink in.
I was still not sure what she meant.
“I think in order to be able to give Dr Taylor as much information as possible, we need to try to make you cum as much as we can, just to see where your limit is. So far we’ve stopped our sessions when you are comfortable, rather than seeing how many times you can actually cum. And also it’s been a bit awkward during the week, as I’m at work and you’re at college.”
I looked at her still confused. “So, what do you mean mom?” I said a little hesitatingly.
“What I mean, is that, in order to stimulate you and help you cum as often as possible, over this weekend, I am going to give you constant visual stimulation.”
I gulped.
“Er….ok,” I said, again not really sure what she meant.
“Which means that I am going to wear clothes and other garments appropriate to do that. I went to some lingerie shops today and bought a few items that may help with our sessions.”
Fuck! I couldn’t believe what I just heard. A lump developed in my throat, I gulped again and my dick stirred.
“Oh,” I said, all innocently.
“I may not wear the lingerie all the time, but I have some other clothes that may do the job in stimulating you,” she continued.
My dick was coming to life as she spoke, tenting up in my boxer shorts a little, and because I was just wearing the gown and no jeans, I realised it would soon show. However my crotch was partly under the table, so mom could not see it yet.
“And, it may also help you to cum, to go along with some of your natural urges with regard to my body,” she continued.
“Er, …in what way mom?” I managed to say meekly.
“Well, you tell me what you might like to do when we are having our sessions and I will let you know if that is acceptable to me.”
“You mean about touching you,” I said.
“Yes, and perhaps a few other things which you may naturally feel like doing.”
I swallowed again and my mouth was suddenly feeling very dry. My dick was semi hard now.
“But,” she continued, “One thing is totally off limits. You may not ever penetrate me. That would be completely wrong.”
I blushed deeply at her words, knowing that she had thought I wanted to do that to her. Fuck, yes I did, but mom knowing that at this stage, felt deeply embarrassing.
“Ok, mom,” I said in a high-pitched, embarrassed tone, trying to make out it was no big deal. I felt a tinge of disappointment run through me.
“And one other thing, is that I may do or suggest other things which women normally do to turn men on, which will also help you to cum,” she added.
“Like what? “I said, curiously.
“Well, we’ll see,” she said, a bit mysteriously. “Why don’t we wait for our sessions and then it will be more stimulating for you.”
As she spoke my mind became flooded with things I’d seen in porn movies or in pictures and I just couldn’t imagine for a moment that what I had known as my ‘prim and proper mother’ doing those to me.
I blushed again and my dick was now raging up.
“Do you feel like you need to cum now Jacob?” said mom, looking down towards my crotch area under the table.
“Well..er….it just so happens mom, that…er…you know….talking about this has…er…kind of…got me going again,” I replied.
“Well don’t hide it,” she said, standing up and pushing her chair along the floor a little so she could sit a bit closer to me and see my crotch area better.
“From now on, you must tell me whenever you are becoming turned on and hard by looking at my body, especially as I will be dressed more appropriately to stimulate you. You must tell me as soon as you get aroused, so that we can do what we can to try to get a sample. We must get as many samples as we can for Dr Taylor, to show her just how much semen you are producing. Is that clear Jacob?”
“Yes,” I replied obediently.
“Now, take that gown off.”
I stood up in front of her as she sat about a foot away from me. She immediately saw the tent under my gown where my dick was. I undid the tie in the middle of the gown and let it open at the front. My dick burst out, through the gap in the front of my boxer shorts, and pointed directly up at her, the piss slit showing.
She looked at it hard, leaned across and stroked it gently. “That looks nice and ready,” she said smiling a little, but still quite business like.
I pulled my gown off completely, and put it on the back of the chair I had been sitting on.
I was now standing with just my boxer’s on, and my hard cock pointing through them.
“As I am going to be giving you visual stimulation at all times everywhere around the house, there’s no reason we should not be able to collect your samples anywhere too. I’m going to get the semen beaker.”
Mom had kept the beaker on a shelf by the kitchen window. She walked over to it, picked it up and came back and sat on the chair in front of me.
“Take off your boxer’s,” she said in an almost schoolmistress sort of tone.
I pulled them down and kicked them to one side, and my hard cock raged up, as I stood naked in front of her in our kitchen. This really turned me on, being in our kitchen like this, even though mom still had all her clothes on!
“I’d don’t want you to cum on my sweater or bra just in case I miss catching it, and we do need to give you as much stimulation as possible, so I’m going to take them off,” she said, much to my pleasure.
Mom put the semen beaker down on the table next to us and pulled her sweater off over her head, and put it on the back of her chair. I saw she was wearing a black bra. Then still standing and facing me, she unclipped her bra from the back, putting on the chair over her sweater, and exposing her large hanging boobs, which flopped a bit as she did so. The fine gold necklace which I had noticed earlier, was still around her neck, and it made her look a touch more sexy, as her large swaying boobs hung down below it.
Seeing her like this in front of me, caused my prick to rage up further.
Then she sat back down on the chair so my cock was almost level with her face. Mom started stroking it up and down. As she did so I looked at the nipples on her boobs and the wide areole surrounding them. Boobs like that had always turned me on enormously in my porn collection, and here they were in real life. Fuck!
I wanted to suck on them, but I was still hesitant to do anything different to our routine so far.
“I did say to tell me what you naturally feel like doing from now on,” said mom, taking her eyes off my straining cock for a moment and up at me.
I looked down at her, blushed a little, and said, “Er, …well, …I’d sort of like to…er…suck on them a little, …if that’s ok with you.”
“Well, that sounds quite normal and natural,” she said. “You may do so, as long as you don’t bite hard on them. Be gentle.”
I knelt down so as to be more at eye level with mom’s wonderful hanging boobs, and firstly, squeezed and cupped them softly with my hands. Then, I gently licked around her left nipple and sucked on it, taking more of the boob into my mouth as I did so, whilst my right hand caressed her right boob. It felt fantastic and my dick jerked up even more.
Then I moved my mouth over to her right nipple and did the same, this time rubbing and caressing the left boob with my left hand as I sucked on the right one. Fuck! The sensation was mind blowing!
I had heard mom gasp a little whilst I sucked on and played with her tits. “You haven’t done this for around 18 years,” she said softly.
I was too busy sucking and licking on her boobs to reply.
Then, after a minute or two of this, she said, “Ok, that’s enough for now, let me stroke your cock again.”
I stood up and poked my hard on towards mom’s face.
She licked her lips again. I wanted to ask her to suck my knob, but still felt too embarrassed to do so. Her mouth was close enough for me to feel her breath on the end of my prick. She seemed to be concentrating on my piss slit as she stroked along my shaft.
Then, although I wasn’t feeling brave enough to ask her to suck on my dick yet, I had another idea, which I did feel brave enough to say. “Er…mom… can I rub it between your boobs?”
“Yes, that should be ok,” she said, almost straight away, much to my relief.
She moved herself forward a bit towards the edge of the chair and held her boobs up towards me, one in each hand. I grabbed my cock with my right hand and started stroking it between the flesh of her boobs in her cleavage. Mom held each tit carefully and firmly in position, squeezing the flesh around my dick and looking down watching me slide my cock between them, and up towards her chin. Fuck, this was great!
As I continued, I could see pre-cum at the tip of my prick, and some of it went on her boobs as I slid between them.
“Go on Jacob, fuck my boobs and cum,” said mom encouragingly, all of a sudden.
Fuck! I couldn’t believe my ears! I’d never heard her use language like that, and it was really arousing.
I continued fucking mom’s beautiful full boobs, watching my pole slide between the fleshy mounds, whilst she held them tightly over my prick, almost like she was making a tit-pussy for them!
“Go on fuck them,” said mom again, encouragingly.
It didn’t take much more of this, and before long I felt the cum rise in my balls.
“Ok, mom, I’m gonna cum….,” I said out loudly to warn her.
Immediately, she let go of her boobs, and grabbed the semen beaker with her left hand. With her right hand, she started pumping on my dick, which was at full stretch, pointing it into the beaker.
The feel of her hand on my dick was ecstatic, and after just a few firm stokes I felt myself spurt.
“Uhhhhhhh……,” I said out loud, as my cum flooded into the beaker.
Mom carried on pumping me, gripping my dick firmly and milking as much cum out of me as possible, whilst I was still hard.
After what seemed like ages, the cum waves finally stopped, and she let go of me. I flopped back onto the chair, feeling light headed and like I needed to sit down due to the high of my orgasm to recover.
“Fuck, that was good,” I said with my eyes half closed, and almost automatically. Then, realising I had sworn in front of mom, I opened my eyes and said, “Oops, sorry mom, I couldn’t help saying that.”
“That’s ok,” she said, still looking at the semen-beaker. I can understand your relief. I don’t mind, as long as you don’t get too crude. It is natural. And I did encourage you in a similar way too, which is what women do sometimes to help men cum.”
It felt great to hear mom say that and I relaxed a bit more. then I looked at the beaker like she was doing. It was about a third full again. I seemed to be cumming about the same amount each time, even though this was my third session of the day.
“I can’t believe you’re still producing this much, as it’s your third time today,” she said. “It’s not biologically possible. Surely, you must end up producing less each time by the end of the day? As we’ve only had 4 sessions per day so far, whilst I was working in the week, I’m sure we can manage more, as it’s the weekend. And I’m sure you’ll dry up by the time I’ve finished with you today.”
I listened in silence, still recovering.
“Well, I’m going to change into something suitable to keep you stimulated whilst around the house, she said. “Clean yourself up and keep just your boxer shorts on under your gown. She got up, still topless, her boobs swinging freely and sexily in front of her, grabbed her sweater and bra from the back of the chair, and started walking out of the kitchen to go up to her bedroom
“I won’t be long,” she added as she left.
I watched her ass sway in her skirt as she walked, and I gulped again.
Wondering what mom would come down wearing to stimulate me, and hearing she was going to be like that all weekend was enough to get me going! Fuck! This was all just so awesome!
To be continued…

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