Before you EVEN close this, I have one thing to say. This is not about
smoking pot. This is about something a tad more personal. No matter how
much I try, I can only last seven minutes. So why the title? Do the
math: seven minutes, each with sixty seconds. 420.
At first I thought I was normal. I mean... seven minutes of sex is
nothing to sneeze at. It wasn't like I shot off the instant I got hard. I
got the idea to time myself from listening to my friends talk about how
long they banged this chic or that broad. Seven minutes and I was proud
of every second. At first.
For those of you in the medical profession, I know you're wondering if
that was only on the first blast of cum. No such luck; no matter how
many times I jacked off, got blown, or fucked someone in whichever hole
they liked, I lasted exactly seven minutes. No more; no less. I've tried
everything to increase the time. This includes hypnosis. Nothing helps.
Now I will say this; seven minutes is a long time to wait for an orgasm.
Especially when you want a quickie. When the only thing you want to do
is get in, get yours and get out, seven minutes is an eternity. Other
than that, there's nothing good about seven minutes of hot sex, other
than the sex itself. I try to make those seven minutes the best any
woman can get from a guy. From what I've been told, I do a good job on
that front. Let me tell you about the first woman to know about my
situation. Hold on to your hats, people. This one will be a ride you
won't forget.
* * * *
I was fifteen when it happened. My father had gotten shot while at work.
Seems he was fucking his secretary and her husband, an alcoholic, found
out. One blast from a sawed-off shotgun later and I was without a
father figure. Just as well; from what my mother said he was always
cheating on her.
Three years later, I had just come home from school on a Friday and was
looking forward to spending the night downloading some porn and mp3's. I
walked into an empty kitchen, slinging my bookbag down into what I call
my Ready Room. The small closet served to hold our cleaning supplies
and my schoolbooks. Also made a good hiding place for my mom's stash of
weed.
I never said a word, as usual. I made my way up the stairs and was
heading for my bedroom when I heard the familiar gasp of sexual release
from my mother's room. I smiled; Shelby was over again. Since the
incident, my mother, Lily, had found comfort, and sexual release, in the
arms and cunt of her best friend Shelby Hill. As I quietly opened my
door, I heard my mother's voice.
"Joey? Joey? Is that you, hon?"
"Yeah."
"Come here for a moment."
I froze. If what I suspected was true, my mother and her lover would be
nude. I Was going to see a woman... TWO women... totally nude and in
living color. For a second, I wondered if I should go. One of the women
WAS my mother. But a teenager's dick, once awakened, does all of the
thinking. And none of it makes any sense to a logical mind.
"Just a moment, mom. I want to check my email."
"Hurry up dear. It's important."
Thanking God for ethernet, I logged on and began downloading from my
favorite newsgroup. Normally very selective, I just selected the most
files I could and quickly headed out of my room. I knocked softly on my
mother's door, noticing that it was slightly open.
"Come in, Hon." She sounded funny. Like she had not cum yet. I knew the
sound well because Shelby and she had been interrupted several times by
the phone ringing.
I walked in and laid eyes on a sight I will never forget. My mother was
on her bed, alone, and her legs were spread wide open. She had a thick
silver vibrator ramming into her bald cunt. Talk about a sight to
remember!!
"Uh... what is it, mom?" My eyes refused to leave the sight of her spread cunt... and the small ring in her clit.
"I just wanted to know how my only son was doing. And ask him a few questions about his sex life."
"MOM!"
"I know about you and Miko. I know she teased my poor boy all night long
and left him with blue balls. Come on. Sit down next to me and talk
about it." I sat next to her, swallowing hard.
There was nothing really to tell. Miko, head cheerleader and known
cocktease, had asked me out on a date. I knew what she was going to do,
but I thought like most of her other victims, that I was the one who was
going to get inside those pants. I wasn't; she spent the entire night
doing everything possible to make me shoot my load in my pants. Too bad
she didn't know about my problem.
See... I need seven minutes of actual contact. Ten seconds of teasing
here or there simply wouldn't do it. So I guess I actually won. Didn't
feel that way to me then.
While I told my mom about Miko, she was sliding that vibrator in and out
of her cunt. She was dripping wet; I could see her juices literally
squish out of her cunt. The sound was more erotic than any of the porn
movies in my growing collection.
"My poor baby. Did it hurt?"
"Yeah. I played with myself as soon as I got home."
"I know. I heard you. Take it out, Joey."
That's when I tore my gaze away from her cunt and locked eyes with my
mother. She was staring at me with nothing short of pure lust. She saw
my hesitation, and her gaze quickly took on that "Don't give me shit"
look. So I rose and began to drop my pants. My dick was harder than it
had ever been. I was about to show my dick to a woman... MY OWN MOTHER!!
I dropped my pants and underwear and let my dick hang. It was seven
inches long, and close to two inches thick. A real monster by teenager
standards. Or so I was lead to believe.
"My God," she whispered. Her eyes fixed on my throbbing member and never
moved. She licked her lips, and it jumped again. My mind raced. Would
she? That's when I blurted out my problem.
"Mom. I can't last more than seven minutes. I've tried everything, but
only manage seven minutes. Is something wrong with me?" I held my breath
as I waited for her to speak.
"Seven minutes? Well... Let's see." With that. She crawled over to me,
lying prone on her bed, and inhaled my dick. All seven inches.
If I didn't know about my special problem, I would have known I would
shoot off that instant. She started sucking me off like a woman
possessed. I guess she was possessed... by lust. Up and down the length
of my dick her head went. I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash
over me. It was the most wonderful thing I'd ever experienced. Still is.
When I felt myself about to blow, I tried to pull away. She wouldn't
have it; she slid one hand around my ass... and slid a finger up my
asshole. Holy burning dog shit on an upside down cross that felt good!!
But it didn't set me off early. I had been mentally keeping time and
knew I had a full fifteen seconds to go. Right on schedule I lost it.
Moaning and groaning as blast after blast of cum shot down my mother's
throat.
I should have felt ashamed for letting my mother seduce and blow me, but
I was too spent. I'd just been blown... by my mother!!! To hell with
taboo; that felt awesome! My mother cleaned me off with her mouth,
gently sucking my cock as it shrank.
"Seven minutes exactly. Are you finished for the night?" She sounded disappointed. But her question kicked something in my head.
See... I'd never jacked off right after having shot my load. I always
waited an hour or so. So I had no idea how long it took me to recover.
I'd also never had a blowjob before. So I was in uncharted territory
here.
"No, but I don't know how long it will take me to recover. Mom... that was..."
"Our little secret. And Shelby's if you'll let me tell her."
"Only if I can share her," I said with a chuckle.
"Deal."
My mind shut down. Was she serious? Shelby was a stunning black woman
with HUGE tits! If my mother were willing to share her lover with her
son... would she share me with her? So many thoughts. I nodded quickly.
Then my mother rolled over and turned around, sliding over the satin
sheets of her bed.
"Eat me. When you're up, fuck me. We'll see how long it takes." She was
serious! I'd had sex before, sans a blowjob, so I knew what could
happen.
"But you might get pregnant."
"Not unless Doctor Madison fucked up when he tied my tubes. Now get to
work, young man." I dropped down to my knees and plastered my face
between her legs.
The only woman I'd ever eaten out was my best friend Monica. She was
interested in learning about sex, but she wanted her first to be someone
she trusted. Not loved; she knew that would probably be too high to
reach for. So she chose me. It was a night of discovery for both of us.
She has a low boiling point. She came easily and often. All I had to do
was concentrate on not hurting her and my own pleasure. Monica was the
first cunt I'd ever seen up close. It was just beginning to show signs
of a bush, and smelled freshly washed.
My mother thrashed on the bed, obviously enjoying my tongue-lashing. I
split my attention between sucking her gushing cunt and my dick. Nothing
yet. Mom soared from one orgasm to the next, even commanding me to
tongue her asshole. It bothered me... for all of three seconds. Once I
did it, I vowed to try it on Monica the first chance I got. Which would
be the next day.
My mind, trained to respond to a seven-minute episode, kicked over. I
checked my dick; it was hard. Seven down and seven up. I chuckled,
yanking yet another orgasm from my mom.
"Oh GOD! Joey! You're killing me! Don't stop!"
"But mom... you said..." Apparently she remembered. She grabbed my head
and Pulled me on top of her sweat-drenched body. I felt my dick twitch.
She wrapped her hands around my dick, now fully hard, and guided me into
her soaked sex.
Christ of a three-legged crutch she was tight! I wondered about that,
but chalked it up to her lesbian lover using fingers and small,
relatively speaking, dildos. I started off slowly, easing my dick in and
out of her clutching chasm.
She must have like it. She wrapped her legs around my back and matched
my rhythm. My mind was fogged over. I was fucking my own mother. I still
couldn't believe it, but my dick damn sure did. She shook as another
orgasm tore her apart. I figure she was done for the day. I was dead
wrong. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the cordless
phone. My heart skipped. Was she going to call Shelby?
"Shelby? It's Lily. You've got..." She looked at me and I mouthed
'five.' "less than five minutes to get over here." She disconnected, and
asked me to pull out.
"But..."
"And press pause. I want to see if you last seven minutes total or just
in one stretch." She got off the bed and staggered to her personal
bathroom. I sat still and focused one staying hard. Not that I had a
tough time doing that. A little while later, she came out of her
bathroom, a royal blue robe wrapped around her beautiful body.
As if on cue, the doorbell rang. I remained in the bedroom while she
went to let Shelby in. My first interracial experience. My first
incestuous experience. What next: anal sex? My dick jumped at that
thought, and I agreed. It WAS something to think about, and a good
thought at that.
Shelby walked into the room, throwing her tee shirt and bra into a
corner. She looked like some African princess, complete with a bald
bush. I only now that because she let the short black skirt fall to the
floor before making her way over to me.
"Your mother tells me you have a problem. I hope I can help." Her hand
felt like velvet as it wrapped around my dick and began stroking it.
"Lily? May I?"
"Go ahead. I'll go and fix us something to eat and drink. Joey?" I grunted. I Heard her chuckle, then silence.
"You've fucked her well, young man. Now let's see how you handle a thirty-three year old asshole."
My eyes snapped open. Ask and ye shall receive! I mentally checked the
time: three minutes and thirteen seconds until showtime. She'd let go of
my dick, so the clock paused. Crawling onto the bed, Shelby reached
into a drawer of the nightstand and produced a half-empty tube of Anal
Lube. Guess they did this QUITE often. She handed me the tube. I
wondered if this would count, so I decided to squeeze a huge dollop onto
her asshole. The brown orifice looked well used, but not sloppy. I
didn't touch her, however. I didn't want to set the clock going again. I
crawled up behind her... and grabbed my cock. The clock started again.
I slid into her asshole, but it was not easy. It took twenty seconds,
and she was moaning like a dying man pleased to die. Once fully
embedded, I began a slow in and out motion. Ten seconds later, spurred
on by her rising voice, I was fucking her like a madman. My body felt
more alive than it ever had did. I was banging my mother's lover and... I
turned around and saw my mother fingering her slit slowly. A small
silver tray sat on her dresser. That's when I noticed her hooka.
I knew my mom smoked pot. She always had a stash somewhere around the
house. I never suspected she would actually offer me some. She didn't
but still the implication was there. Later on she told me that I wasn't
to smoke until I turned sixteen. Three months to wait. Easy as cake for a
teenager who knew he was going to be getting more sex than most
full-grown men are. What better substitute for a joint that a pair of
ripe and willing tits to suck on!!
Ten seconds before blast off I warned Shelby. I didn't say something
cheesy; I grunted and snorted once. She got the message and kicked into
high gear, slamming her ass back in time with my thrusts. I tried to
hold out for one more second. Just one more tick on the clock. Didn't
work; right on schedule I lost it, sending my sperm flying into her
asshole. This set her off. Shelby started snarling and snorting and
groaning. I honestly thought something was wrong and tried to pull free.
Her asshole refused to let me, choosing to milk me dry.
I vibrated through the aftermath of that orgasm, totally spent. Even if I
did get another boner I lacked the strength to use it. I flopped on top
of Shelby's back and inhaled deeply, forcing air into my lungs. I lay
there for more than seven minutes, which really did catch me off guard,
before finally pulling free of her. I felt someone stroke my head as
sleep finally fell over my eyes.
* * * *
Well... there you have it. I'm twenty-five now and still have the same
problem. I have managed to become quite good during those seven minutes
of sex, and added more repetitions in the process. I won't say it's been
a total success. I once ate a woman out for seven minutes while she
blew me and... you guessed it... blew my load right on time. Wound up
marrying her too. Monica and I are expecting our first child in less
than a month. A bouncing baby boy.
I hope he grows up to me more normal than his old man does. But if not, I'm fairly sure I'll understand.
Oh... I bought one of those tee shirts. Added my own touch to it. So if
you see someone walking down a street with a shirt that says:
419: Got A Second?
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