Chapter 27: Chapter27-A handjob from Eden’s Mother (18+)

Why was she so surprised?

It was simple. She was staring at my nearly nine-inch massive cock.

I know it sounds unbelievable, but it was true. Even I had been shocked when I first saw it in the mirror.

My first thought had been, Dude, was this guy a dinosaur in a past life or something?Why is his dick so big?

In my old world, I had only been packing five inches. This body had almost double that.

Setting that thought aside.

Miss May let out a soft breath and said, "Oh, my..."

She stopped eating entirely and added in a quiet voice, "You are so big."

I was not sure why she said it out loud like that, but her words immediately caught Eden’s attention. He lifted his head from his plate and asked, "Huh? What’s big? Who’s big? Mom, what are you talking about?"

Miss May realized her slip right away. She turned smoothly toward Eden and replied, "Oh, I was talking about you, my baby boy. I just noticed it now. You’ve gotten so big. There was a time when you were so small I could hold you in one hand, and now look at you. You are a big boy now."

She let out a soft sigh. "Ah... time really does fly."

Eden smiled and quickly said, "Oh, Mom, don’t worry. Even if I get big, I will still always be your baby boy."

Miss May replied warmly, "I really hope so..."

While Eden and Miss May continued talking, I sat there quietly admiring Miss May’s acting skills.

Damn, she was a master at it. I wondered why she had never become an actress.

With acting skills like that, she could probably have fooled anyone. It was flawless.

After that, Eden went back to ignoring us as usual and focused on his food again.

I glanced at him for a second. Was this guy a total food lover or something? How could he not notice anything going on? From Michael’s memories, he had not been such a big eater before.

Well, it did not matter. At the end of the day, this was my win.

Setting that thought aside, Miss May returned to her usual routine. She ate with her left hand while stealing side glances at my cock. Her hand stayed close to my massive erection, which still stood rigid like a statue.

After a moment of looking, she finally made her move. She slowly poked my rock-hard cock once, then twice, then again. She was literally playing with it like a toy.

The poking sent waves of heat through my lower body. I could feel it building intensely. My cock was on the verge of exploding.

To think that just her light poking could bring me this close to the edge.

After a few more seconds of teasing, Miss May suddenly wrapped her hand around my cock.

Oh, fuck.

I will be honest, the moment she did that, her hand felt so gentle and soft that I could not hold back any longer.

I lost control completely.

Ahh... Fuck... I am cumming...

I came hard. Huge loads of cum spurted out of my cock. Most of it landed on her hand, though quite a bit also spilled onto my pants.

After that, my cock slowly began to soften again.

Then Miss May released my dick and did something I never expected. Something that made me hard again almost instantly.

She brought her right hand, still covered in my cum, up toward her face and then to her mouth. She licked it.

Oh, fuck. What the hell? Miss May... Was I really seeing this right? Did she just...?

I could hardly believe it. She had licked a finger coated with my cum.

Then she said in a seductive tone, "Hmm... yummy, isn’t it, Michael?"

I looked at her with a surprised expression for a moment before forcing my face back to something close to normal. "Yes, Miss May. The food is really tasty."

Shifting my focus for a moment, Miss May sucked every one of her fingers clean. She did it as if she had tasted something truly delicious, something heavenly.

Once she had finished cleaning her fingers properly, she looked at me again. Her gaze settled particularly on my cock, which had grown rock hard once more within the last ten minutes.

She said softly, "Oh, my. Someone or something is hard again."

I replied, "Miss May?"

I took a quick peek at Eden. Thank goodness he was still focused on eating.

He must have either ignored her words or simply not understood them. I would bet on the latter.

Eden was not particularly interested in love or sex matters, just like the original Michael. They were very much alike in that way.

Refocusing on the conversation, I looked at Miss May and tried to signal with my eyes that she needed to calm down. At this rate, Eden would catch on if she kept speaking like that.

Miss May seemed to understand my silent message. She quickly added, "I mean the food, Michael. Eat it faster. At the pace you are going, it is going to get cold soon."

Her comment caught Eden’s attention for some reason. He looked up and said, "Mic, how the heck are you eating such tasty food at a snail’s pace?"

I was still incredibly horny, but a sudden realization hit me. I turned to Miss May and pointed toward Eden. "Miss May, is mushroom Wellington this guy’s favorite food?"

Miss May answered promptly, "Yeah, but how’d you know that? Did Eden tell you?"

I looked at Eden and replied, "No, I put it together just now."

Eden looked confused. "Huh? Hey, didn’t I tell you before? Why are you saying I never mentioned it?"

This guy...

I started, "You bloody—"

Miss May cut in immediately, "Uh, uh, no slang."

I continued, "Eden, my friend, when exactly did you tell me that? And where? Do you actually remember saying it? If yes, go ahead, I’m listening."

Eden caught on and said, "Wait, so I never told you? Man, sorry. I thought I did. My bad."

I replied, "No need to apologize. Just focus more on your damn food than on mine."

Eden nodded. "Ok, ok. By the way, sorry again."

With that, he went back to eating.

Once the conversation died down, my attention drifted back to my own problem.

Unfortunately, my dick had shrunk back to pencil size. This frustrated me a little.

Uhh... fuck...

Eden had seriously ruined the momentum.

I had been so hard, and now I felt completely washed out.

While I was still thinking about it with irritation, Miss May suddenly grabbed my softened cock.

Before I could make sense of anything, she leaned closer and whispered quietly, "Let me make you hard again. This is your reward for letting me taste that heavenly cum of yours."

Then she straightened up and returned to eating as if nothing had happened.

Wait. Miss May was going to make me hard again. But how?

No way. Don’t tell me...

Then I felt it.

The heavenly sensation of a woman’s hand stroking my dick.

Miss May slowly began to stroke me. As soon as she started, a rush of excitement ran through me.

This was completely different from using my own hand. The feeling of a woman’s touch, especially a MILF’s, was out of this world. It felt like someone else had taken full control of my body.

I do not even know how to describe it properly right now. All I can say is that excitement kept building inside me.

My cock, which had been pencil-sized moments ago, slowly grew hard again. With every stroke, waves of pleasure washed over me.

I felt so good that I completely forgot about the plate of food sitting right in front of me. My entire focus stayed on enjoying the moment.

This was exactly what I had been hoping for.

After a few more strokes, it had fully recovered once again, but I still wasn’t satisfied.

I mean, come on... I wanted more. This felt so fucking good.

A familiar tension began building again.

Oh, fuck. I was about to cum.

In that moment, I accidentally grabbed Miss May’s hand with my left hand. Realizing what I had done, I quickly let go.

I glanced at her in apology and met her hazel eyes.

Somehow, Miss May misunderstood my intention. The next second, she deliberately nudged a fork that was sitting near the edge of the table, sending it clattering to the floor.

She bent down as if to pick it up. Or at least that was what I thought she was doing.

Instead of reaching for the fork, Miss May quickly took my cock into her mouth.

When she did, I was shocked to my core. I had not expected that at all.

Her warm saliva enveloped my dick. I could feel every bit of it. Her tongue wrapped around me like a cocoon. From where I was sitting I could also see deep into her cleavage, her breasts pressing together as she bent over.

Fuck. This was intense.

Pulling my attention back to the present, I thought to myself, Miss May, that is not what I mea—

Before I could finish the thought, the hot sensation in my dick became overwhelming. It became too much to hold back.

I gave in completely and blasted shot after shot of hot cum into her mouth. I kept releasing for at least five straight seconds.

For a moment, I actually felt worried about Miss May because of the sheer amount I was producing.

But those worries disappeared almost immediately when I felt her mouth start sucking me hard.

She was draining me like a vacuum cleaner, swallowing every drop of my cum with ease.

Fuck, she was clearly a pro at this.

I had completely forgotten that she had experience with this sort of thing.

After swallowing everything, she continued to play with my cock using her tongue for a few more seconds. Then she smoothly pulled back, picked up the fork from the floor, and sat up again.

She looked at me, and I looked back at her.

I noticed a small trace of my cum on her lip.

I said, "Miss May, you’ve got a little food on your lip."

I gestured toward it.

Miss May responded, "Oh."

She wiped it away with her finger and added, "Thanks, Michael."

I replied, "You’re welcome."

Just as I finished speaking with her, Eden suddenly said, "Michael, after we finish eating, come to the balcony. I need to talk to you about something important."

Huh?

Did Eden notice something?

How was that possible? I had been very careful.

Oh, wait. Fuck. I had been careful, but Miss May had not.

But had he really understood what was going on? I could not tell for sure.

What should I do now?