Thread: Servicing mom (lowblow emma and foxy lady)

Tom was standing at the bottom of the stairs as Mike fled, eager to get away without encountering the husband of the woman he had just fucked, or rather who had just fucked him. They exchanged grins and a quick high five, and Mike was well down the street before he turned back and saw a car pulling up outside Angelas home. By the time he got home, the house was in darkness and he was relieved not to have to make up answers to the inevitable questions about who he had been with, where they had gone and how they had spent the evening. He smiled as he climbed into bed imagining the look on his mothers face if he told her exactly who he had been with and the details of their coupling. Did his mother fuck like Angela? Deciding it was best not to go there, he lay back and relived his experience. And the flood of memories soon had his cock throbbing, his balls pulsing and his hand working hard to relieve the desires that were rippling through him. It wasnt until 4 am that he finally fell asleep. He woke with a start at 6. Shit, the debrief. He had forgotten the debrief. After every session, the boy reported back to the group with the Principal in attendance to ask what he had learned from the experience. What the hell was he going to say? Tom was the only member whose own mother was in special measures, as they were called. What could Mike say in front of him? And there was Marcie too. But that was before he met Angela. Compared to last night, the sessions with Marcie were tame. How could he be truthful without offending her by comparison and, worse, embarrassing her in front of the other boys? And worse, was he admit his own failure, that he had cum almost as soon as she touched him? But no, he didnt need to do that. Hadnt Angela accepted responsibility by saying she was sorry she had made it difficult for him? Trapped between the importance of honesty, instilled in them by Marcie, and the avoidance of his own embarrassment in front of his peers. He knew they would all be sympathetic to his plight in front of the Principal, but afterwards there would be a lot of ripping to be enduring and behind his back they would be laughing. Marcie must have understood his difficulties because she began the session by emphasising that it was important to be honest but swiftly adding that with Tom present it might be wise not to be as graphic as some of the boys were prone to be. She also reminded everyone that the point of the debrief was to learn and to share the lessons they had learned, not to reveal intimate details about the mothers and their behaviour. Mike could have kissed with relief at the way she was carefully paving the way for him to give an honest but dispassionate account of the previous evening. He promised himself that he would make a special effort next time she summoned him. So, Mike, she began, tell us to begin with, did you fuck and how often? Twice, Mike reported, mentally crossing his fingers that the first fumbling counted at all. And was Angela pleased with what took place? Mike nodded. Yes, at least I think so, no Im sure she did, she told me that she was pleased and said she hoped Id visit her again. And would you like to? The boys were not under any obligation to service a woman if they didnt want to. It was their free choice. And one or two had refused to return. For good reasons as their replacements later privately reported. Again, Mike nodded. Definitely, yes. So, Marcie continued, we can take it that you found the experience enjoyable. Tell us now what you learnt, the lessons you can shared. Mike was grateful for the hint he was to stick with lessons that could decently be shared in front of her son. He knew he would be asked this and had thought about how to put what he wanted to say. Well, he began, turning to the group and avoiding eye contact with Tom, well, I think I understand for the first time the true effect that a woman experiences when she had been deprived of sexual satisfaction for any length of time. Conscious that this might be coming close to a criticism of Marcie, he hastened. From what weve all said in these debriefs, I think the mothers are rather reluctant to reveal this to us. Im sure they must all feel the same. I knew that they still had powerful sexual desires, despite being what I used to think of as old, but I didnt fully appreciate what that meant until last night. He looked across at Marcie, fearful that she would she be annoyed at his implication. But she smiled and nodded encouragement to him. And how exactly did you come to appreciate that? That was from Wayne. He always asked direct questions that forced the boy to report in detail. From what she said and how she behaved, was the vaguest response Mike could come up with. Come on, persisted Wayne, you can do better than that? He turned to Tom. How many weeks is it now that your dads been impotent? Just about a couple of months, Tom admitted. Thats not long, is it? Wayne pressed. I mean my dads been deployed overseas for a lot longer and sure mom misses him, but she doesnt show any signs of frustration. Although, he added hastily, shes obviously pleased to see dad when he gets back. Mike swallowed. Marcie didnt interrupt to save him. He would just have to explain. I guess everyone is different, different in how they show their feelings and how intense they are. Now Marcie intervened. At first, he thought she was supporting him. That is so true, Mike. You have touched on an important truth there and that is a lesson we should all learn. Dont expect everyone to be the same. Remember that your girlfriends are all individuals, with different desires and needs, and some are more willing than others to reveal what they truly are. But her next contribution pushed Mike further than he really wanted to go. So just to give us an example of how someone may feel, tell us how Toms mother revealed her feelings of frustration to you. It may help others to spot the signs when they encounter someone who is less open. What was Mike to say? Well, at first, she was quite cold, no not cold, distant, thats the word, distant. But once wed got to know each other a bit- How? demanded Wayne. We had a drink and then we went to the bedroom and got undressed. What was she wearing? Wayne again. Bra and panties, blue satin, with stockings. Anyway, Mike rushed on to prevent further interruptions from Wayne, once we got undressed a bit and we began touching, she became much, er, warmer. Really, Mike, it was Marcie this time, this is like some cheap novel. Im sure your powers of expression are much better than this. Alright, then, Ill tell you, Mike snapped, angry that Marcie was no longer supporting him. She was rather cool until we got down to her underwear, but once I got my hands in her panties, she went wild. Id never seen anything like it, he admitted in a fit of honesty, it was like she was out of control, thrashing and screaming. I, I didnt really know what to do, but it was like I was just a tool that she was using. I, well, I wasnt in control at all. I mean I was on top and I had my cock up her cunt, but she was in charge, like some wild beast out of control, it was like she was raping me. She was so wet and slippery, I thought I would fall out. I was terrified that Id fail to satisfy her and have to report He ground to a halt, suddenly aware of how graphic he was being and how close he was coming to admitting his own difficulties. He stared at the other boys, sure that he could see bulges in their pants, some were trying discreetly to adjust their positions to ease the pressure. He turned shamefully to Tom and couldnt avoid the obvious bulge in his lap. Good, Marcie brought the attention back to her, I knew you could be more honest than you were. Thank you for conveying the lessons you learnt so powerfully. I think, she said looking around and allowing her eyes to lower to each boys crotch in turn, that this may be a good time to call this debrief to an end. None of the boys was eager to stand after the Principal left. Each sat, immersed in his own thoughts, until gradually they drifted away.