The Penis Research Study - A Weekend Visit is Full of Surprises
I was relaxing on the patio next to the pool after arriving for a quick weekend visit. The warm sun was just what I needed to chase New York chill out of my bones.
"Here, lazy one, this will fix you up." At fifty-one, mom looked good. A hard working pediatrician who still found time for the gym.
"But, Amanda, you told me to go out here and get some sun."
"I did. I'm just teasing. It is very nice to have you home, if only for three days." She leaned down and gave me a kiss that was more than motherly. I reached for a breast that was falling out of a barely there bikini top. She swatted at my hand and asked, "When is the girlfriend coming along on one of your visits?"
I growled and pulled her on top of me, almost spilling the drink in her hand. "You know very well that medical school doesn't leave time for romance. Cynthia said goodbye last fall and wished me luck."
She sipped the fruity concoction, into which she had poured generous amounts of rum, and relaxed into my side. "So we are both lovelorn?"
I ran fingers down her back, discovering that her bottoms were a thong, and I could massage her bare muscled rear. She made a happy noise in her throat.
"Dad would want you to find a compatible guy. Said so to me when he was diagnosed."
Her voice was soft, "Michael, I didn't want to hear any of that. I was in love with him to the last day."
I wondered what to say, idly working the muscles in her backside. She twitched, "Those fingers are very impertinent. But don't stop."
I decided to change the subject. "I have a funny story to tell you. A funny medical research study."
She wiggled in my arms. "Tell me, but don't stop doing my back."
"I'm working part time in the endocrine lab for spending money. My supervisor is Dr. Julie Brandon. She had me in her office last week at the end of the day. Behind closed doors even.
"She said, 'Michael, you are one of my hardest workers and I wanted to give you an opportunity to apply for a study we are just starting. It is one of those industry-academic projects and well-funded. The reason the door is closed is because the subject of the study is confidential and a bit sensitive.' "
Mom was loving my probing of her gluteus muscles and getting turned on. Her mound was rubbing on my thigh, although I couldn't tell whether it was deliberate or not. But the hiss in my ear was full of authority. "Do NOT stop any of what you are doing."
I continued, "Julie paused her story and asked, 'Please promise me this conversation won't leave the room, Michael. I could get in trouble talking to you without anyone else here.'
"I told her I knew how to keep private things private and she went on. 'There are some recent research findings about the size of the male penis. As you know, a lot of men are unhappy that their erections do not seem to fill their partner's vaginas sufficiently.'
"The darn woman stopped and her eyes asked if that was a problem I had encountered. I was really insulted, so I pulled my scrubs down and eased her to my knee.
'Julie, you better check me out.'
"Well darned if she didn't wrap around him and squeeze as hard as she could. Then she started talking again but didn't let go. I was frozen stiff."
Amanda was giggling and sat up. "Frozen stiff? And when did the thought enter your mind that Julie needed a cock in her?"
My always proper mother was laughing and reaching into my trunks.
"Aha! Hard as a rock. Come with me and bring your drink."
I followed the muscled rear of my mother to her bedroom. The bare ass with rippling muscles that made me even harder. I slapped it and said, "That is a completely slutty excuse for a swimsuit."
"I know. You are the only man who has seen me in it. Lie down there. I want more story and more massage."
I was moving to do that when she added, "And drop your trunks. I want to see the subject of the penis study."
I lay down, but he didn't. Amanda arranged herself half on me and took my hand to her bare boob. "Work on that and keep talking."
I hadn't noticed, but the g string bottoms were gone along with the top. She saw where my eyes were and said, "Yes, I am a tramp, but I am your tramp."
Taking a deep breath, I continued. "I was half angry, and half turned on by her treatment of my poor penis. But before I could complain, she frenched me and slipped my hand inside her top to grope a fancy tit."
Amanda interrupted again, "No wonder she swore you to secrecy. This sounds like a hit job."
"I could tell that the interview wasn't going according to plan. She gushed on my leg and babbled, 'OMG, Michael, this is terrible. We have to finish my description of the study at my apartment. Let's have dinner there. Will you bring the margaritas and wine?'
"I stared her down, asking, 'What about that?' looking down at the very stiff prick in her hand.
"She said, 'Oh dear, I am really sorry for mismanaging this interview session. I'll make it up to you. I promise ...'
"Well, I was out of patience and turned her over my knee for a dozen hard slaps. She howled and screamed and I was sure my job was toast. But she stood up, pulled up her pants and kissed me very hard. 'Oh thank you, Michael, I am sure this is going to be a great study!' "
Amanda, my very own mother, was switched around and had my cock in her mouth. The bare buns were right under my nose and got a hard hand in an instant.
Her head came up sharply, but the eyes told me she knew she was being bad. I continued with soft spanks. "Very bad girl. Not letting me finish the story about the research project."
"You are making all that up. One of my girlfriends must have told you I needed some excitement. Some male excitement!"
I raised my voice. "Slut, you are going to get a mouthful any second!"
She kept going and I couldn't hold back. The cock that hadn't had any relief in days blasted a full load. I was so overcome, I forgot this hot woman was my mother!
But, minutes later, she was stretched on top cooing in my ear that she never knew what a marvelous stud her son Michael was, and there had to be more...
An hour later, she roused me from my instant nap, whispering, "Michael, your mother is a bad woman! Will you forgive me for attacking you?"
There was a small problem. She was wiggling and I was hard again. She felt him and laughed. I remembered the old saw, "In for a penny, in for..." and eased him between her muscled thighs.
"Amanda," I tried my own version of cooing, "there seems to be a super hot woman in my arms who needs a cock."
All of her motherly modesty was gone. Feeding a droopy tit to my mouth, she reached down and pointed me to her entrance, sinking down with a sigh, "Yes, this is the cock I need. You are fixing me."
I walked us to the kitchen, her sex firmly gripping my shaft. "Michael, it takes two to tango, and this nasty cock is after me!"
I sat on one of the armless kitchen chairs and pulled us tightly together. She felt incredible and had a horrible smile on her face.
"Amanda, I'm not quite sure how to say this, but would you be my new girlfriend?"