Feminized By My Mother

"You feel so good!" I said.

"Don't you dare cum in me!" she shouted.

I managed to last a while that time, having just cum. Jennifer's tits were dripping sweet and she was breathing heavy when I finally announced I was close. Once I did she pulled off me and grabbed my dick. She jerked me hard and I spurted onto my stomach. Jennifer cooed and curled up next to me, putting her lips to mine. I could taste the saltiness of my cum on her lips, but I thought better then to refuse to kiss her now. She wrapped her arms around me and I just thought about how incredibly lucky I was.

***

My mom likes to stay out late. I had taken Jennifer home and kissed her goodnight, and was sitting in front of the computer wasting time browsing when her and her date stumbled in. I love my mom, and I don't mean to sound judgmental of her, but she is a bit ah... loose? Is that the word? I don't know I don't mean to say she is a slut she doesn't bang a bunch of guys and sleep around... but she always has a boyfriend and they never last more than six months. Although her current boyfriend breaks that trend actually, they have been dating for almost a year, his name is David and he is a pretty cool guy. He is laid back and has a twisted sense of humor.

Oh I don't know if I mentioned it but my mother raised me alone, my father ran off when I was little and my mom never heard from him again. I didn't have any issues with my mom's boyfriends about replacing my dad or anything, he was a prick, and my mom deserved to be happy. The only thing about the men she brought home that I didn't like, don't tell anybody this, was that I was jealous. My mom is really hot and sometimes I think about, you know. I've looked in her draws and sniffed her panties occasionally, which would get me hard instantly, especially the ones she left on the bathroom floor.

She didn't smell anything like Jennifer though, now that I thought about it. But I guess all women smell different. Anyway my mom has fantastic tits, bigger then Jen's. I heard music coming from my mom's room. She plays music to cover the sounds of her and her boyfriend's fucking; I figured that one out by like eleven. Sometimes I would creep up to the door and listen to the sounds under the music. I could hear slapping frequently, and that put dirty thoughts in my head of my mom being spanked.