Lindsey unzipped me and fumbled with my cock. As hard as it was she had difficulty with it, so I took it out. I thought she was going to give me a handjob, which I would certainly welcome, but instead she proceeded to suck me. I couldn't believe what was happening!

According to my buddies, girls don't like to give blowjobs, even though they all tried to get them to. And now Lindsey was doing it without even being asked. It felt better than anything else I had ever felt, and soon I felt my climax coming on.

"I'm getting close," I warned her.

She just sucked more eagerly and soon I gave her my load – it was the best climax I had ever had!

Further adding to the surprise, she swallowed! Girls hated the taste of cum and most guys weren't allowed to cum in their girl's mouths, but Lindsey seemed to welcome it.

"Lindsey dear," I said, "That was amazing, thank you so much."

She stood up and I really wanted to kiss her, but didn't really want to taste my cum.

"Lips closed for this," she said, as she pressed her mouth to mine. I sure wasn't going to turn her away after she had been so good to me!

"I should have done that sooner," she said, "I'm glad you didn't go running after some other girl."

"You are the only girl I want," I said, "I really appreciate what you did – and it was incredible, but what about your promise to your mother?"

"Silly boy!" Lindsey said, "It's no below the waist on ME – you can't get pregnant!"

So that was it – no unwanted pregnancies – that made sense – I thought he mother might be a religious nut, but I thought I better check. "Is your family very religious?" I asked.

"Not at all," Lindsey replied, "But they are pretty conservative, especially with me."

Lindsey's parents were divorced, and she hadn't seen her father for years. We seldom talked about it, and I had only recently found out.

After we had been together for several months, Lindsey said, "I told my mother about you."

"That sounds ominous," I said, "How did it go?"

"Not so good at first," she explained, "Mom was really pissed and said she was really disappointed in me – that I should have learned that boys were bad for me."

"I'm not surprised, given what you've told me before," I said.

"But we talked it through and I convinced her that you were different from the others," she continued, "So Mom wants to meet you."

"I see," I said, "So she wants to check me out and make sure I'm alright for you."

"That's about the size of it," Lindsey said, "You're invited to have dinner with us on Saturday."

That was a big surprise, but a good one – it meant that our relationship was progressing, and we wouldn't have to hide things from Lindsey's mother.

"Timing is good, too," Lindsey said, "It's getting cold outside and it will be better for you to just come to my house."

I realized that it was time to tell Lindsey how I felt, though I was fearful that she might not feel the same.

"Lindsey dear," I said, "I really like you – more than like you, and have feelings For you I've never had for anyone else – I think I love you."

"You aren't sure?" she asked.

"I've never been in love before," I replied, "But I think this is love."

"Bill, I love you too," she said, "At least I think I do," and we both laughed at our shared awkwardness.

Now that we had that out in the open I felt wonderful about it – I had been so afraid my love would not be returned, but I was wrong and glad of it!

I felt like I was walking on air the rest of the week – I was in love!

Now that we had both said those words our relationship took on a new meaning. I was looking forward to meeting Lindsey's Mom.

On Saturday afternoon I showered and was very meticulous about dressing, wanting everything to be just right, so I'd make a good impression on the mother of my true love. I shined my shoes and put them on, and went off to Lindsey's.

Upon arrival, Mrs. Glenberg welcomed me in and said Lindsey was still getting ready. She offered me a cola, and we sat in the living room and talked. She seemed friendly enough and I thought I would head off any unpleasant conversation by tackling the difficult subject first.

"Mrs. Glenberg," I began, "I know you really love Lindsey, as I do, and only want the best for her. I also know that she has had some bad experiences in the past and that won't happen with me. I know you don't want an unplanned pregnancy, and we don't either, and I love Lindsey enough to wait until the time is right."

"Lindsey things the world of you, Bill," Mrs. Glenberg replied, "And you sound really sincere, and I hope you are. I doubt that you both fell in love without spending some serious time together, which I would not have agreed to, but that's past now."

"I'm going to trust you with Lindsey," she continued, "But if you ever hurt her I'll personally cut your balls off!"

That left me speechless! What do you say to an offer like that? What Mrs. Glenberg said really sunk in for me, and she seemed satisfied that she got her message across.

Just then Lindsey walked in, looking as lovely as ever. Mrs. Glenberg said she should check on dinner and Lindsey sat down next to me and kissed me. I was still a little stunned by what I was told, and it must have been obvious to Lindsey.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Oh nothing," I said.

"Bullshit!" said Lindsey, "By now I know you well enough and something's bugging you. Did my mother say something to you?"

"It's alright," I said, "Please, I don't want to make trouble."

"Bill," she responded, "You can't just keep this from me – now tell me what she said."

"It's not a big deal," I said, "She just said if I ever hurt you she would do surgery on me – but I'll never hurt you!"

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)