A mother and her lesbian lover try to help her son solve a small problem with his sex life

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 book bag 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 my father’s death,
my mother 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 the 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 Mom 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!

“Uhm… 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. C’mon,
sit down next to me and tell me 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, will you 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 of it.

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 wait 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 the master 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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