WEEKEND TRADITIONS: One Shot

WEEKEND TRADITIONS: One Shot
“Don’t look at me like that young man!” she said with a laugh. 
I bit my lip a little. I was going for silly, but at the same time, I was definitely only partially kidding.
She pulled back a bit, still very much playing as she chastised me. But  I noticed that she was 
also not doing anything to cover her panties back up. Which was especially interesting since her 
sweater dress riding up, and flashing me her panties had been what started all this in the first 
place. 
“No.” She repeated, but she was staring at my crotch and biting her own lip as she said it. “I told 
you that was a one-time thing! You passed your test, and got your new karate belt or whatever; 
and while I don’t fully understand it, I was still very proud of you. I knew you worked hard for it, but 
it was not an offer for after every class!” 
I lowered my head in over dramatic disappointment, and said, “I understand”. I was 18, so the 
whole thing was silly, behavior wise. But it worked as a joke… okay, as a half-joke. 
But Mom just gave me that look that Mom’s give; that manages to not only say, “really”, without 
saying a word, but also manages to say it sarcastically. 
I couldn’t help myself. I smirked, and ruined the game. I was just about to give up, when out of 
nowhere, she did first! “Okay…” she said conceding. “But this is not an every weekend thing, 
understand?” 
I think my face lit up like a kid on Christmas, and she laughed, and got out of the car, opening the 
back seat door and gesturing for me to get inside. A moment later she came crawling in after 
me. 
She acted like it was just for me, and if I hadn’t watched her the first time, and if I wasn’t seeing 
her now, I might have believed her. But as Mom crawled towards me, braless in the boots and 
sweater dress she’d that chosen to wear that day, her mouth was watering. She was licking her 
lips unconsciously and she didn’t just look like she wanted it, she looked like she was starving for 
it. 
And as she looked up at me, her face hovering over my crotch as she fished my cock out of my 
pants, and double checked to make sure no one was looking, she said the same thing that she’d 
said the first time. 
“I’m going to suck your cock now baby, and I promise you, you are going to LOVE it. Mommy is 
very good at this! But, I’m going to like it too, just a little bit… And I would appreciate it if, at some 
point, you told Mommy how good she was at it.” Then after a pause, just like last time, she 
added, “And sweetie… It might be awkward, but Mommy would REALLY appreciate it, if you 
called me a whore while I sucked your cock for you. And you can touch my hair too. You can 
grab, and pull it and... ” She gulped. Practically drooling now. “You get the idea.” 
And then my Mother’s lips were wrapping themselves around the head of my cock. She began to 
slurp, and bob, and moan; and do everything in her power to really earn it. To earn me looking 
down at my Mom, and telling her what a naughty whore she was. 


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