I can never get enough of Lois Griffin sucking her son's cock! Let's face it... Lois LOVES teen age cock. She always has! That is why she fell for Anthony to begin with. The taste of bubble gum and Mountain Dew is too much for Quahog's resident MILF. Chris never has to leave the house because Lois "gives it up" all the time. Peter as no clue... although he is jealous. Chris on the other hand loves blowjobs but knows few girls if any will ever give him what his own Mother can. So when he gets horny and Lois is... ready? Pop goes the weasel! Enjoy Lois losing a bet with Chris... and that means she has to suck his COCK! But is there truly a loser in this betting situation? I think not...
LOIS LOSES THE BET
“You got two A’s on your report card?” Lois Griffin asked her son. She was in total disbelief… How was that
possible? Chris was a bright teen ager
but she couldn’t believe he received one “A” let alone two! “How in the world did you do that?”
In all the years of high school when Chris brought home a
report card, she had yet to see an “A”.
And yet, there it was; and “A” in English and an” “A in Social
Studies. Not only was Lois Griffin in
total disbelief, but this also meant she had lost her bet with Chris! And this wasn’t an ordinary, “friendly” bet;
no… This was a most note worthy victory on the part of her son based on the
circumstances and of course the nature of the “wager”.
“A bet is a bet… right Mom?”
Chris said as he held his report card in his left hand while he grasped
his dick through his pants with his right hand.
Lois could see the bulge growing in Chris’ sweats.
“My Gawd!” she
thought to herself. “That thing is so
huge!”
How this whole came together was actually set in motion by
Lois herself. She put the two of them
onto this path because Lois Griffin demanded more from her son. Her expectations and his performance had to
be higher if Chris was to achieve success later in life. So as it turned out, she got just that and in
fact was about to get more.
In a way, Chris provided a solid contribution to his own
success because of a rumor brought to his attention recently. In the echoing halls of James Woods High
School, all one had to do was keep one’s ears tuned and one’s head on a swivel
and there was no telling what one might hear.
When Chris heard “Anthony” boasting about his recent sexual
conquest to a group of attentive under classmen, he did his best to focus on
the content of the conversation. It was
not hard to consider the possibility that Anthony was in fact referring to his
own mother!
Although Chris wasn’t
entirely sure, he did know that his Mom was extremely fond of Anthony. In fact, Anthony was just over at the Griffin
house this past week helping Meg with some school work. But he did remember (after Meg left to go to
a friend’s house…) that he didn’t see Anthony or his Mom for at least fifteen
minutes after that. As a matter of fact,
he did hear a door close and later saw his mom with a strange look on her face…
it was a look of pleasant preoccupation.
Gathering bits and pieces here and there, Chris sometimes
heard the word “MILF” mentioned a few times along with his favorite word
“blowjob” when he caught wind of vague, unfinished stories that he thought were
about his Mom. But the key phrase that
helped him put it all together was something he knew he’d never forget: “… that red-headed nympho sucked my cock for
fifteen minutes! That MILF can really
handle a dick!”
Chris became hopeful that one day, he’d get a blowjob from a
girl so that he could brag about it to his friends. But yet here he was, considering the
possibility that under his own roof, there was someone who could provide him
that incredible opportunity and in fact was not only good at performing the
act… but was his own Mother to boot!
Suddenly, the idea of his own mother giving him a blowjob
became an incredible “turn on”; an extremely arousing prospect that immediately
gave Chris a huge boner! That day at
school he darted into the boy’s locker room, locked himself in a restroom
stall, dropped his pants and jacked off.
In less than a minute he shot a huge load. Thick white streamers coated the restroom
stall and the toilet seat as Chris tried to stifle his moans. He stroked himself to completion but lucky for him no one
was in the locker room to hear him.
Heaving a sigh of relief, he stuffed his dick back into his
pants and left. When he got back home,
he spent an hour trying to figure out how to get his own mother to want to suck
his cock… there had to be a way!
All the excitement went away when Lois Griffin received
Chris’ report card in the mail. Chris
sat there as Lois grilled him on the importance of good grades, something his
parents talked about all the time.
“Those classes are hard, Mom!” Chris protested.
“I know… but you have to study when you come home from school… you can’t just go play video games all the time. If you study a little more the grades are easier to make…”
“I hate homework!” Chris complained as he crossed his arms
over his gut. Later that day at the dinner table, Chris felt better (because he
was eating…) but he still couldn’t figure out how to achieve his goal. Maybe he should ask Stewie? Stewie was always trying to find ways to
destroy his mother’s success… maybe he’d have a suggestion. He quickly nixed that idea because he knew
that no one could know about what he was trying to do. Only his mother would know… It would forever
be their special secret. So how was he
going to do it?
Chris was no good at math but he could put two and two
together. So he enlisted two of the
ugliest and smartest girls at school who agreed to tutor him in the hopes it
would approve his grades. The terms of
this agreement were somewhat “taxing” but that needn’t be discussed here.
Chris started to think his grades were far more important to
his mother than it was to him. He also
figured if he could dramatically improve his grades, he might be able to use
that as a bargaining chip to get what he wanted. So he formulated a plan to bet his own mother
he could get an A on his next report card.
The payoff?
A blowjob!
But the question remained… would Lois Griffin take the bet?
Lois was actually impressed that Chris was trying to get his
grades up. But she was also concerned
Chris might be taking on more than he could handle.
“I don’t know sweetie… maybe you shouldn’t aim so high…”Lois
suggested. “Maybe it might be a good
idea to try for a “B” or a “C” first… that might be easier.”
“I’m gonna get an A Mom! I can do it!” Chris said with
conviction.
“Well… you can always try… “Lois said no entirely convinced. Chris thought carefully what he would say next.
“How much do you want to bet I can get an “A” on my next
report card?” Chris proffered. Chris was convinced this was the moment of
truth. He desperately hoped his mother
would take the bait.
“How much would I like to bet?” Lois repeated. She smiled as her eye brows went up. “What
exactly do you have to bet with?” Lois
stood there with her hands on her hips with a genuine look of interest on her
face.
“Well… if I don’t get the “A”… I’ll do… house work. Whatever you want me to do… for two weeks!”
Chris said with a frown to make it more appealing. “I’ll take out the garbage, vacuum the floor;
do laundry… even clean the dishes…”
Chris trailed off. “What ever you
want me to do.”
Lois’ face went almost white as a ghost. The idea of Chris helping out with housework
was just too good to pass up! She
briefly had a vision of herself hitting the gym, going shopping, and even
getting in some solid dildo time… or dare she hope… maybe have some fun with
Anthony?
“You gotta deal!”
Lois exclaimed. Lois was totally
convinced she had Chris right where she wanted him to be. There was no way in hell he’d get an “A” on
his report card. It would take a
miracle.
“Wait a minute… but what f I get an “A”?” Chris asked. Chris spoke clearly and quietly so Lois
wouldn’t suspect a thing.
“Oh honey… whatever you want!” Lois chirped.
“OK, if I get an “A”… I get 50 dollars!” Chris threw the terms out plain and simple.
“50 dollars… hmmm… OK, I can do that… “Lois still figured it
was worth it.
“Mom… what if I get two “A’s?” Chris asked. Here it goes… this was for all the marbles…
“What?” Lois
rasped. “Are you kidding me? Not in a million years! That would really be over your head
Chris. Look…. I’m not trying to
discourage you but one “A” will take quite the effort. You’ll need to focus on a number of things
just to get an “A”. Do that first before
you put too much pressure on you self. “
Lois really did not to see Chris be disappointed.
“I know… but what if I do?” Chris asked anyways.
“Well Chris… if you get two “A”s on your next report card…
you can pretty much name your price.
Within reason...” Lois said.
Chris paused and then dove right in.
“A ‘blowjob’…” Chris said calmly. “That’s what I want… a
blowjob.”
Lois looked at her son.
She knew what she heard because Chris said the word twice. She quickly stifled her instinctual reaction,
thinking she wanted to control the discussion as well as her emotions. In spite of herself, what immediately came to
mind was the night Peter led her into Chris’ room (While he was asleep of
course…) just to show her the size of Chris’ penis! That was the moment she marveled at the size
of her son’s tool. The moment they
walked in, Chris must have been dreaming because the blanket was already
“tented up”. Peter carefully pulled back
the covers exposing an enormous erection the likes of which Lois had never seen
before. She almost gasped! But Lois kept to herself her wanton desire to
one day sample that huge organ and savor the satisfaction that the length and
girth would no doubt provide. That
thought gave Lois pause… and that thought… that hesitation put her on a new
heading.
“Hmmm… “Lois mused. “Chris… um, normally a mother would say
no to the mere mention of… spoiling her son in that manner… but since there is
absolutely no possibility you’ll get one A let alone two A’s… I will
agree.” Lois crossed her arms over her
chest.
“If you somehow get two A’s on your next report card… I’ll
give you… a ‘blowjob’” Lois whispered the word tastefully as she weighed her
words carefully. “Here are the
conditions however!” Lois was firm but
not overly demanding.
“Even if this never happens… No one knows we had this
conversation. Ever! I want to see that report card so I know it
isn’t a forgery! If I so much as think
it’s a fake, not only is the deal off but I’ll have you doing housework for a
month! You understand me?”
“I understand Mom.”
Chris replied.
So now all he had to do was get two A’s on his next report
card. And that is exactly what he did!
In the interest of saving time and so as not to bore the
reader to death, we’ll skip the description of the monumental effort Chris
Griffin put forth to accomplish his goal.
His tutors were supportive and diligent although unaware of the reason
for his dedicated approach. A week
before the report cards were sent out, Chris decided to hold off masturbating… THAT
was so much more difficult than any studying he had to do but he knew the
result of his abstinence would be most rewarding.
He once held back for five days (because he
was sick...) and when he finally felt well enough to jack off, he shot a bucket
load of cum! It was one of those loads
that was continuous… never ending… copious but oh so intense! He kept stroking it and it just kept squirting…
It sprayed out “everywhere”. It wasn’t a
normal “squirt, squirt, squirt…” It was
a continuous gusher, accented by blob upon blob of creamy man glue. It not only shot out and upward but it
dripped down all over his fingers. The
peak of the pleasure was right at the beginning of his ejaculation (it was his
favorite part!) and then it was a glorious relaxing let down as he watched his dick
spit out its contents until it was empty.
After weeks of hard work, and gut-wrenching anticipation,
the day had finally arrived and the report card was in the mail. Chris had told his mom the mailman had just
finished his delivery so Lois went outside to check the mailbox.
“I think it best we open this together…” Lois suggested as
she sat down and opened the report card envelope.
“I can’t wait!” Chris said excitedly. “Can we go upstairs Mom?”
“OK… I guess… if you want some privacy. Don’t be too disappointed sweetie…” Lois
agreed. Once inside Chris’ room, Los
Griffin opened the report card… Chris
had two A’s! One in English and one in Social Studies. Lois couldn’t believe it… she was literally
stunned!
“Jesus Christ!” Lois rasped as her eyes widened. “Not just one A… but two!” She almost fell
over.
“Yea! I did it!” Chris cheered.
“Yes… yes, you did!”
Lois Griffin groaned inwardly as she reluctantly put aside the vision of
Chris busying himself by cleaning the house for two weeks. But instantly…she remembered! She lost the
bet… now she owed her son a blowjob!
“Well… Mom?” Chris
said while quickly snatching the grade slip from out of her hand. “A deal… is a deal… right?”
“Oh, my Gawd! His cock is so HUGE!”
Chris walked over and closed and locked the door to his
room. He was already getting a hard on…
“Oh… boy… “Lois moaned.
“I guess you wouldn’t give your mother a ‘rain check’ would ya?”
“No! A deal is a
deal!” Chris said firmly, crossing his arms across his ample belly. Without wasting another moment, he unbuttoned
his pants, pulled down his zipper and out popped his erection. Lois inhaled briefly in disbelief. Getting down on her knees, she was eye level
with Chris’ nine-inch cock. She looked
at the impressive organ with genuine wonder.
“It’s bigger than I remember…” she gasped as Chris placed a hand on the
top of her head. Lois simply could not
believe how long and “thick” it was.
“You can handle it… right Mom?” Chris asked as he gave her
head a small tug; hoping to get things moving along. Chris was starting to catch fire; he was
getting anxious and his arousal was peaking… he had waited a long time for
this, thinking about if often. Now the
moment was here!
“Oh, I suppose so… I should… (glumph!)” Lois’ words were cut
short as Chris used his hips and his hand to align his cock with her
mouth. Lois cooperated of course and
parted her ruby-red lips in preparation for the payoff. Chris immediately leaned forward, pushing her
head down at the same time. Plop! His cock went all the way in to the back of her throat!
“Oh… that really feels… good!” Chris groaned as he pushed his hips back and
forth, his cock going deep into his Mother’s mouth.
Lois pulled back, spit out his cock and glared at her
son.
“Now look here!” Lois was angry, but only because Chris wasn’t
thinking. She seized the moment to take
control of the teen ager to make it pleasurable not only for him, but for
herself. After all the fact is his tool was a most wonderful thing and she wanted to
make this experience a memorable one for both of them.
“Let me do this Chris honey!” Lois dictated. “Believe me, especially if you never had a
blowjob before… it’s more fun if I control the tempo… Trust me; I know what I’m
talking about…”
So Lois made Chris sit back and get comfortable. Then she went to work… but of course, for
Lois Griffin… sucking cock was never work… but
she always had fun working cock!
Chris sat back amazed overwhelmed as his mother put on a most incredible perrformance. Lois Griffin was a gifted “giver”
and oral sex was her specialty. Chris
was soon at the peak of the pleasure spectrum.
His climax was loitering right around the corner… Lois had no problem
managing his enormous erection with her mouth and tongue, using firm head
strokes while simultaneously squeezing Chris’ bloated ball sack. Chris moaned as the minutes flew by. Chris was primed to go off like a canon… and
that’s exactly what happened.
“Oh Mom! I’m… I’m…
ugh!” Chris grunted in his throat. “I’m… cumming!”
Chris cried out and shot his
load. Lois managed to lean back just in time as
Chris’ cock erupted like a fountain.
Warm semen shot high into the air, spurred on by Lois’ expert hand. Thick white ropes sprayed out landing
everywhere. His nads stiffened as every
ounce of ball batter streamed out from the tip of his dick. Lois watched enthralled… She had never seen
the like… so much jizz! So much at one
sitting… It was almost unbelievable!
“Oh… Oh… jeez!” Chris bellowed with each arcing squirt. Finally, he ran out of gas. The geyser-like salvos eventually stopped which
gave Lois and Chris a chance to catch their breath.
Chris was totally fried and completely spent. The feeling he
had was one of total satisfaction. The buildup
was rather quick and while it didn’t seem to last very long, it was extremely
intense! Right up to the moment he came
it was everything he had hoped it would be.
The fact is his Mom was really good at sucking cock… looking down, he
was not surprised at what he saw.
There were small pools of cum everywhere. It was on his shirt, his legs, the bed
sheets, and of course Lois Griffin was plastered with jizz! Lois Griffin did a really good job of dodging
what would have been a “super soaker”, but there were sticky white strands draped
all over her hands and arms as well as her shoulders. Some even landed in her hair.
“That was truly amazing Chris!” Lois complimented her
son. Given the scene around her she
still noticed Chris’s cock was still “firm”.
He just dumped a huge load so
how was it possible that his dick was still hard?
“You came so much… much more than your father!” Lois looked at Chris. “That was impressive to say the least… but
there was no way I could have swallowed that… no way!” Lois would have drowned
making the effort.
“Oh, yeah… that was a good one…” Chris echoed. “I really… enjoyed that.” Chris frowned suddenly. “How come orgasms don’t last very long?”
“I don’t know sweetie.”
Lois replied. “Maybe something
that feels that good was not meant to last very long…”
“I wish it did…” Chris reflected. “It feels so good right when I start to come…
and then… you know, I guess I only get to come a certain amount… know what I
mean?”
“I do, honey.” Lois
sighed. “Time to clean up, Chris. Can you put your clothes in the laundry?”
“OK” Chris did as he was told. Lois was on her way out the door when she
looked back at Chris. He was standing
there stroking his cock back to life!
“What… what are you, uh… doing?” Lois asked with genuine
interest.
“I’m still… horny!” Chris groaned. Lois turned around, closed the door again and
locked it for the second time.
“Well… let’s see what we can do about that!”
