And so, that day, I did cum. Not once but twice. I felt silly ejaculating into a cup, but it was what my Mother wanted.
She finally came home, and asked how my day went. It was fine, I assured her. As I helped her carry in some bags she asked me if I had masturbated. I said I had. She asked if I had saved it for her. I told her that I did.
"Thanks, Daniel!" She smiled a wicked smile.
After unpacking the groceries and putting them away I asked a question.
"Hey Mum?"
"Yeah?"
"You've seen me, but I've never seen you."
"I've showed you my breasts."
We both sat down on the couch, my Mum sitting against me.
"I want to see more, Mum."
"Son, I know your password, and I know what turns you on. I just don't want to go too fast. Do me a favour and go into that bag." She pointed to a Sears bag. I did as told, and pulled out a plaid mini-skirt.
"Wow! You going to wear that for me?"
I LOVE girls in plaid skirts! The shorter the better! Guess my Mum knew that from the pictures I'd saved on the computer. Nothing like a schoolgirl in a skirt, bending over and showing white panties.
"How many times did you cum today?" My mother asked.
"Two times."
"Save it?" She drooped the skirt over her knee, and ran her hand over the creases. She was SO turning me on!
"Yes Mum, I saved it. As you asked."
"Spill any?" She teased. She held out the mini-skirt to look at it. Shit it was short!
"Okay, son. Go and get it while I change."
I ran up the stairs to my room and got the cup. It had dried out quite a bit, but it was still liquid. I brought it down.
I sat on the couch, and placed the cup of sperm on the coffee table.
Then she entered. My Mother. All of my sexual fantasies in one. Plaid skirt, bare legs and sneakers, and a white top with no bra. I have never considered my Mum to be a sex object until she walked toward me. Instant erection. She was every fantasy I've ever had!
"I just want to turn you on, Daniel. I want to do anything at all that pleases you."
"You do turn me on, Mum. Wow you look hot!" She swayed back and forth to some music in her head, gyrating her body sensually. "Dance for me, Mum!"
And she did. She ran her hands up her thighs, exposing more of her legs. She turned around and slowly lifted the skirt up. Her ass looked perfect wrapped in the white cotton of her panties. Shit but I couldn't wait to get my hands on her!
She stopped dancing and slowly sat on the other side of the couch and spread her legs. I could see her underwear clinging to her crotch. There was a darker damp spot.
"Did you bring the cup?"
"It's on the table," I said, horny as fucking hell.
"I want to make you cum, son. I want you to cum in my mouth. But I don't want you to stick your penis in me."
She opened her legs, and pulled her white panties to the side and showed me her pussy.
I took off my pants and started to tug at the hardon my Mum had given me.
