The Life of John Smith Chapter 16

Chapter 16 Two Mother's Concern

On Friday April 5th, I picked mother up at work at five as usual and the first thing she said to me was, "You look exhausted. You look like you need a vacation from your vacation."

"I am tired," I said. I wanted to say more like, my dick is so tired I was not sure it could ever get hard again or that my balls were so empty I was not sure they could ever produce kum again. I wondered if anyone had ever fucked himself to the grave. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I sat at the kitchen table, placing my arms on the table and resting my head on them, I promptly fell to sleep.

Mother busied herself fixing dinner. When she was finished, she tried to wake me. She found I was feverish and refused to eat, so she made me take aspirin and drink water. Then she took me to my room and put me to bed. I went to sleep only remembering her tucking the blanket under my chin, kissing me on the cheek, and telling me to, "Sleep tight Johnny." When I awoke, in my bed, it was the next day. I ached in every joint and felt chilled. Andrea was bathing my face with a cold washcloth and Mary and mother were disagreeing about how important it was to bring my temperature down. I was very pleased that everyone I really cared about was taking care of me. I went back to sleep only to be awakened, set up with pillows behind me, and fed chicken noodle soup.

Content but exhausted, I again fell asleep. Eating, peeing, and sleeping is all I was allowed to do all weekend, but then that is all I wanted to do. Monday morning, mother awakened me, to tell me that she had arranged for me to see a doctor, and Mary Logan would take me to my appointment. After sleeping a couple hours more, I was awakened by Mary gently shaking me. "John, you have to dress so I can take you to see the doctor.," she said. I did not feel that I wanted to get out of bed, but I thanked her and started to get up. I was too dizzy to stand and fell back on my bed. Having not left the room, Mary said, "Let me help you."

Mother had laid out my clothes, and in very little time I was dressed. Assisting me, Mary led me to the front passenger seat of the Logan family van. I dozed off during the drive, but when she woke me again, I was able to walk without much assistance. Not until the doctor had diagnosed me with a respiratory infection did he find out that the woman with me was not my mother. He hesitated to proceed but after I assured him that she was standing in for my mother, he proceeded to prescribe an antibiotic and off we went to the pharmacy.

Before noon I was fed some more chicken noodle soup and back in bed sleeping. When I awoke again, Andrea was holding my hand and mother was telling Mary, "He almost never gets sick but when he does, he usually sleeps it off."

"Not my boys," Mary said, "they cry and moan all the way through every little illness. I had to keep checking John to be sure he was still alive."

"Thank you so much, Mary dear," my mother said.

Andrea whispered in my ear, "Aren't our mothers sweet together, it is like they were loving sisters."

Loving sisters, I thought, that is nice. I wondered if they would stay that way if they knew I had fucked each of them. I knew I had to stop giving in to them and concentrate on my loving Andrea. She had insisted that on her birthday, June 17, I would get her cherry. The only reason for waiting is because she wants to keep her cherry longer than her mother did. This seemed to me like a silly competition between them, but I respected it. I loved Andrea and would never do anything to betray that love.

Still weak from my respiratory infection, I was kept home from school with Mary fawning over me. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed her attention but like mother she wanted to do everything for me. It was Thursday when I told her to let me go to the bathroom without her. When I came out of the bathroom, she was there asking, "Did everything come out okay?"

I laughed and she asked why. I explained that she had just asked me if everything had come out okay. "You know...shit and pee coming out okay."

For a moment she looked puzzled, then laughed, and hugged me. "I didn't mean it that way," she said as she gave me one of her full body hugs. Feeling her breasts pressed firmly against me, my thoughts turned sexual. Like always in my youth when I had sexual thoughts, my dick responded. It found the opening in my pajamas and pressed firmly against her mound. "You are getting well, aren't you, Johnny?" she asked. I agreed but she added, "Still, I think you need to rest in bed."

"I'm tired of bed and my balls feel like they are so full of cum they are going to burst," I confessed.

"Are you sure you are well enough?" she asked.

"I'm sure."

"Wouldn't want you to relapse and have to explain to your mom that I was blowing you when your fever came back," she said as she led me to my room.

"Huh uh, not on my bed...unless..."

"Unless what?" she asked.

"Unless we can do a side-ways 69," I said.

"Are you up for that?" she asked.

"Look at this, " I said, pointing at my rock-hard dick poking out of the opening in my pajamas. She chuckled and in short order we were naked, getting into position. All I could see was that sweet/salty pussy juice flooding out of her beautiful pussy. I was so tired of chicken noodle soup and so sure that this snack not only would taste better but be more satisfying. I dove in, slurping up as much of that sweet/salty pussy juice as I could. At the same time, I could feel the mouth of the mother of my dear Andrea taking my dick deeply. It had been six days since my dick had had this experience. He was quite sensitive. My balls eagerly responded. I do not think Mary was ready for such a rapid response. She seemed to choke with the first surge, but she recovered quickly, taking the remainder of my cum in and swallowing it. I continued to drink in her pussy juice, savoring its pleasant taste. She continued to suck on my limp dick and in short order it was getting hard. Her juices continued to satisfy my thirst. Soon I was once again hard and felt the need to plunge in deeply. She accommodated by swallowing and swallowing again before I pulled back. She repeated this untiringly. When I again felt the pressure beginning to build in my balls, I attacked her clitoris with my tongue and inserted my hand, not including my thumb, into her pussy. I pumped my hand rapidly in and out as I worked strenuously on her clit. Soon she was showing signs of an orgasm and I allowed my balls once again to empty themselves down her throat. This time she was ready, taking the entire load without the slightest sign of choking.

We both rolled to our backs to catch our breath. She spoke first, "You taste like chicken soup."

"I think I have had enough chicken soup," I said between breaths.

"Want a tuna sandwich for lunch?"

"How about a PB and J?" Without a word she sat up and in an instant was on her way out of my room. I watched her wide naked butt as she disappeared from my view. I thought that in her house she never went to the kitchen without putting on a robe. I had to go watch her make my PB