(You should read at least Chapter 8 to get a grasp of what happens in this story.)
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After my evening with Tommy, I was zapped. I slept late, then I hit the tables for awhile before heading to my meeting. I returned to my hotel about four in the afternoon and had an email from young Tommy.
"Hey, are you available this afternoon?" it said. I had received it almost an hour before arriving. I quickly replied, "Yes, I can meet this afternoon. What time is good for you?"
It was almost twenty minutes before I had a response, "I'll be there in 30 minutes." It said. I replied, "Great! See you then". I quickly jumped into the shower, shaved my cock and balls again to make sure they were smooth and squeaky clean for my young friend. I had actually hoped to get laid tonight by a woman, but, his butt! Tighter than any woman's pussy. I was very excited and could barely keep my cock in check. I dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, nothing else.
It had been about twenty-five minutes when I heard a light tap on the door. I opened up the door, expecting to find Tommy, instead I found an attractive, fortyish woman. She was medium height, with what appeared to be a decent set of breasts, decent waist, flared hips and her short sun dress showed shapely legs. Her hair was sandy blonde and her skin was beautiful, with very light freckles across her bare shoulders.
"Oh, hi, can I help you?" I asked, looking down the hall hoping that Tommy wouldn't see her and chicken out.
"I'm Tommy's mum," she replied with a slight British accent.
My mouth dropped open! My heart skipped a few beats and I know my face flushed bright red.
"Might I come in for a moment?" She asked, a slight smile on her lips. I didn't reply, just stepped back out of the way and let her enter the room.
"I'm not here to cause a problem, or anything at all like that, I just wanted to, well, maybe ask you a few questions about your meeting with my son. I'm assuming you are the one he emailed and wrote about in his journal." She stated, somewhat with a trembling voice, a little unsure of what she was doing there in a strange guys hotel room.
I was still burning bright red, my anxious cock had retreated fully. I smiled and said, "Yes, I was with Tommy last night. Please tell me he's really eighteen, he swore he was!" I was the one that was very uncomfortable now.
"Yes," she smiled, "very much so, that's not why I'm here. I'm here to try to understand the path he's chosen to go down." Her voice was more stable, determined.
"I see, so, how exactly did you find out about us? Me?" I asked.
When we got to our room last night, Tommy was in the shower. He'd left his laptop open to the emails. I clicked on the first one and read them all, I wasn't surprised he was looking, he's been writing in his journal about his homosexual desires for years." She smiled again, then added, "Yes, I read his journals and I always have. The entry this morning was quite erotic, he detailed so much of what you and he did." She stopped, took a deep breath, then said, "I want to know what he felt firsthand, I want to understand it."
Okay, I was still in a bit of shock, but she had just said 'she wanted to feel what he felt firsthand', what the heck did that mean? Was she wanting sex? Anal sex? Did she want to suck my cock? I was now even more confused.
"I'm not sure I understand what you are asking, you said his journal was very detailed about our, our, fun. What exactly do you want to know?" I asked.
She took another deep breath and said, "I want to, first, ask you a few questions about what your opinions of the night, then I, well, I want other information too and we'll get to that." Her cheeks were bright red now.
"Ask away, I'll be happy to answer your questions, as long as you aren't planning on killing me!" I said, trying to smile.
"No, no, nothing at all like that."
I offered her a diet drink, which she eagerly accepted and then we sat down across from each other in the two big chairs that surrounded the same table that her son had been bent over just hours ago, with my cock embedded in his ass.
"Okay, whenever you are ready," I said.
Again, another deep breath, "First, are you a homosexual?"
"No, I'm bi-sexual," grinning, "actually I like to think of myself of try-sexual. I'm a very sexual person and I do from time to time like to have sex with guys. I have had sex with guys since I was your sons age. But, I do like women as well."
"Fine, good, can you tell me how he did?"
I smiled at her and leaned forward a bit and said, "He was great. He's a quick cummer, but he also recovers quickly." I felt a tingle in my shorts, realizing I didn't have any underwear on under them!
She smiled back and said, "He gets that from his father! The quick cummer part, not the quick recovery part!" she actually laughed at her last statement. "Would you tell me what you did? I mean, your side of the story?"
"Are you sure? You really want to hear this?" I asked, she simply nodded her reply.
"Alright, he got here, we talked for a few minutes and I assured him he could leave whenever and we would only do whatever he wanted." I stopped, letting this soak in. I then resumed the story, my cock beginning to grow slightly.
"I stripped naked first, then I helped him undress. I then stroked his cock for a few minutes, he warned me that he cums quickly and added he would recover quickly too," she interrupted me with a question.
"Can you tell me what his, his, cock looks like?" She was flushed bright red, but her nipples gave away her excitement, they were at full attention, confirming my thought that she wasn't wearing a bra, and that her large breasts were either fake or had been lifted.
"Sure, his cock is about five inches long, slender, with a small patch of very thin hair around it." I said, my own cock growing a bit more.
"Poor boy, I was hoping he wouldn't get his father's cock. Of course, five inches is about an inch longer than his," she stated matter of factly.
"After he told me about the quick cumming, I released his cock and had him put his hand on mine. He wrapped his fist around and started slowly stroking me. I pulled him to me and we kissed, his hands ran up and down my back, and mine up and down his, his little butt is perfect by the way."
I continued, "As I teased his butt and my tongue was in his mouth, he came. Shot his cum all over my crotch and thigh. I scooped it up in my hand, and had him taste it. He licked at it then opened his mouth and swallowed the handful of cum I gave him." I stopped, staring at her large breasts that now had fully erect nipples and heaving heavily as she breathed harder and harder. She was getting off on hearing her son's gay adventure!
I went on, "I then had him suck my cock. I pushed it all the way into his mouth, into his throat. He gagged a lot and spit up a tremendous amount of spit as I plunged my cock into his mouth," my cock was now fully erect and the head was inching out of my shorts. "By the way, my cock is about seven inches long and fairly thick, so he was sucking a lot of dick." I added.
"Oh my!" she gasped, "And he was able to handle that?"
"Well, not at first, but he got the hang of it. I was actually sitting on his chest and arms, sort of, well, since we are being blunt, I was fucking his throat." I let that sink in and started up again, "I soon fed him my cum, I pulled my cock out so he could get the full load in his mouth, then he swallowed it all. He said he really liked the taste and he was smiling from ear to ear."
She took a drink of her coke, her brow had sweat on it and her nipples were about to burst through the sun dress.
"After that, since I don't recover instantly like he does, I sucked his cock until he shot into my mouth, then I held his cum in my mouth and kissed him again, feeding him his own load. He swallowed every drop."
She gasped again, and said, "Oh my! He drank three loads of cum! Two of his own and yours!"
"Yes, he did, and he loved it!" I added, drinking my coke, my precum trickling down my thigh. Thank goodness the table was there, she would have been able to see my fully erect cock. "After that, I turned him over and I began to lick, kiss and suck his ass cheeks. He really loved this, he was wiggling around the bed and moaning into the pillow. I ate his ass, which was perfect by the way, soft to the touch, yet firm and nicely rounded. I licked and ate his ass for a long while, long enough that he came again, all over the bed!"
"Rimming? Is that what it is called?" she asked.
"Yes," I nodded, "rimming. His butt was perfect, really perfect. I scooped up the cum from between his legs and smeared it all over his butt and into his crack, then I licked it all clean." I let her picture his butt in her mind, covered in cum.
"I was hard again by then, so I got some lube, and though I usually use a condom, he was so clean and so am I, I couldn't resist, I greased up his ass with my fingers, working in the lube and when I was sure he was well lubed, I started to slide my cock and slowly, very slowly slid my cock inside his ass."
"Did it hurt him?" she asked, some concern, mostly just interested.