Introduction:

This is the story of my life. This is Chapter 1, of what will end up being several chapters. This
one will be slower paced, and potentially longer than future ones, as I am giving background
information and setting things up for future chapters.
This is the story of my life. This is Chapter 1, of what will end up being several chapters. This
one will be slower paced, and potentially longer than future ones, as I am giving background
information and setting things up for future chapters.

My name is Adam, and I was very normal, I was a little taller for my age, but that’s just because
I had my growth spurt earlier. However, I started masturbating late compared to most. It wasn’t
that I was against it, I honestly had just never heard of it. A friend made a joke about “jacking
off” and I had to ask him what that was, he told me, and of course that night in bed I tried it, and
like most teenage boys, I was hooked. At this point in my life I hadn’t done anything more than
kiss a girl, so masturbating was a great hobby for me. Since I didn’t have a girlfriend, and no real
prospects, I knew I wasn’t going to be getting any with a girl any time soon.
I was doing it multiple times a day, and had come up with a good routine. The morning was a
must, because like all guys my age, I was plagued with ridiculous morning wood! I would try to
do it in the shower in the morning when I was getting ready for school, the shower was great, but
of course my parents would knock on the door and tell me to hurry up. Plus I had to share a
bathroom with my younger sister, so I usually had to settle for a quick one in my room before I
got dressed. I would then jerk off when I got home from school, my little sister got home about
an hour later, so it was just mom downstairs doing housework and preparing dinner. When I’d go
up to my room to start on homework I’d actually have a quick jerk first. The common theme was
that I usually had to be quick and discreet. It was totally possible that my mom could walk in to
ask me something while I was doing homework, or my sister could burst in to play or just bug
me, or my dad might come up to say hi when he got home from work. So in my bed at night
when everyone else was asleep was the only time and place I had privacy.

When I first started masturbating I used to lay, buck naked on the bed, with lotion and and towel.
I’d take my time and enjoy working myself up to a really good orgasm. The towel was totally
necessary for me. I’d heard jokes, and guys saying that they kept a box if tissue in their rooms, I
asked why and they said it was to catch their cum shot to avoid a mess. I couldn’t fathom a tissue
catching my load, I’d blow a hole right through it! I happened to cum a lot when I jerked off, and
not just a lot, I also shot for distance! The first time I did it, I was laying in bed stroking my cock
vigorously, and when I came I blew a load all over my own face and pillows! After that, if I was
masturbating while laying down or sitting at my desk, I always put a towel over my cock when I
was almost ready to cum. Or if I was standing, I’d lay the towel out in front of me and aim for it.

During this time my parents were going through a rough patch, and they often got into huge
fights at night when they thought we couldn’t hear them. One night my mom came into my
room, just moments after I had finished putting my dick away. She opened the door and asked if
I was asleep, I said no and she came in. She apologized for the fighting, and asked if I had heard,
I said I had, since my room was next to theirs. She said she had just checked on my sister, Lacy,
who was asleep, which made sense cuz her room was clear across the house. My mom said she
just wanted to catch up with her baby boy, but she was visibly upset, and I think she just wanted
to vent about things going on with her and dad. She ended up falling asleep in my room.

This started to become a nightly routine, at least when they were having a fight. She would come
into my room to chat, but really it was because she didn’t want to stay in the same room as him,
and she didn’t want to wake up my sister, so she was crashing on my bed.

Nothing about this was sexual, She was a good looking woman, but not so good looking that I
got aroused by looking at my own mother. She was usually wearing pajama pants and a tee shirt
or tank top, although sometimes she wore a nightgown, once again, nothing sexy. I did notice
one night when she was asleep with her back to me, that her nightgown had come up and she was
wearing a thong. This was surprising, even though I’d seen the tops of girls thongs at school, I
had no idea that someone like my mother, who granted was only in her 30s, would be wearing
something like that!

As her sleep overs continued for several weeks, I noticed that she became closer to me, at night
she would cuddle a little, And ask me to put my arm around her, in the “spooning position”. This
became a problem one night when I hadn’t been able to jerk off. She had me spooning her, while
she was checking her phone and I was trying to fall asleep. Unexpectedly, the little movements
of her ass against my crotch gave me an erection! I began moving back away from her, a little bit
at a time so she wouldn’t notice.

“Why are you moving away? You know I like when you cuddle with me like that, it feels all
cozy.” With that she backed up and her ass slammed right into my hard on, “oh! I’m sorry
sweetie! I didn’t know!”

“Well what was I supposed to say?!” I snapped, clearly embarrassed.

She started to laugh a little bit “it’s ok, don’t be embarrassed, it’s not your fault and it’s
completely natural.”
“I know it’s not my fault, it’s YOUR fault.” I couldn’t help but smile and start to laugh. We both
had a good laugh about it actually, which relieved my embarrassment and distracted me enough
to make my boner go away. We ended up falling asleep as usual.

This awkward encounter actually brought us closer, I felt like she and I could joke around more,
and have more open “adult” conversations, nothing crazy, but when she’d ask how my day was,
I’d actually tell her rather than just saying “fine”. Going to the mall and many other errands were
still reserved for just her and Lacy, but she started having me go with her to the grocery store,
and those big box warehouse type stores. Her reason was that she could use a man to help lift and
carry things, this was a little annoying because I knew I wasn’t very strong, I was just tall and
lanky. But I also knew she just wanted the company.

The down side to all this bonding was that now when I jerked off at night I had to make it quick
and sweet, I kept my boxers on and just pulled my dick out through the opening, and jerked it to
orgasm as quickly as possible. Even that was risky, if my parents were being snappy with
eachother earlier in the evening I could just assume there was going to be a fight, so I had to miss
my orgasm for the evening since I KNEW my mom would be coming in eventually.
One of the issues my parents fought about was that my dad worked a lot which, in his defense,
was so that he could support his family and not make my mom work too. They liked the idea of
her being home when we got home from school. But alas that meant he had some late nights and
often had to travel. This was one of those nights.

It was a Friday and my dad wasn’t going to be home till Monday. My sister was staying the
weekend at a friend’s, and my mom tried to convince me to stay at one of my friends houses, but
I had other plans. I lied and said that no one was available to have me over, but really I had
thought to myself that tonight I could finally have another really good jerk! If my dad wasn’t
home, then no fighting, and I got my room to myself! My sister went to her friend’s right after
school, so it was just mom and I. We ate dinner and watched some raunchy comedy that made
lots of sex jokes, that my mom would jokingly scold me for laughing at. She sat right next to me,
leaning against me, and we had a good time.

When I eventually went up to bed, I didn’t rush into anything, I just laid in bed thinking of stuff
to get me turned on. At this point in my life I wasn’t into anything special, mostly I just closed
my eyes and remembered pictures from magazines that I’d gotten to see.

As a virgin, I didn’t know what sex was like, so I didn’t have a favorite position, or know if I
preferred tits or ass or whatever. I just liked the way naked women looked, and I imagined
masturbating must’ve felt just like a women’s vagina. I didn’t have access to a computer in my
room, so I hadn’t seem much porn, I wasn’t even familiar with blowjobs or hand jobs, although,
a friend of mine had a girlfriend who gave him head regularly so I’d heard of them. He would
describe it, and it sounded amazing, the whole thing; The way it looked to see her sucking on it,
the image of her head bobbing up and down in his lap, and the way it felt to just be relaxed,
sitting there not doing anything and just cumming in her mouth, no mess or anything! So when I
masturbated, it was usually to an image of me laying on the bed (since that’s the way I usually
jerked off) with a beautiful woman kneeling at the foot of my bed sucking my dick, I never did
anything, I just laid there. Well, I’d gotten pretty turned on by now, and I’d already heard my
mom go into her room, so I figured it was time to start.

I pulled my hidden stash out from under my bed, a pump-bottle of lotion, a towel, and a Hustler
magazine from several years ago. I rarely pulled out the magazine due to the extra risk of being
caught, but tonight I was going to go all out. I stood up and pulled off my boxers. I was already
rock hard, so I just stood there gently stroking myself, enjoying the feeling of not being rushed. I
opened the magazine to my favorite picture of a woman with huge tits, straddling a man. It was
taken from his point of view and was the basis for many of my masturbatory fantasies. I set it on
the bed and stood over it looking down while gripping my cock tighter and building up speed. I
pumped a couple shots of lotion into my hand and smeared it all over my dick. I particularly like
working the head, it’s big and really gives my dick the whole “mushroom – tip” appearance.

I enjoyed getting myself close to the point of no return, and then slowing down or stopping and
letting the impending orgasm subside. It was like I was teasing myself, but really I was just
taking my time, and the build up always gave me a better orgasm. I laid on my bed and kicked
my blankets completely off and onto the floor. I got comfy, closed my eyes and started up again.
The feeling was incredible, I rarely even got to use lotion anymore, so this moist-silky feeling of
my lubed up hand was a real treat! I was building up a faster rhythm again, and was thinking
about whether I should just go for it this time, or slow back down again and let it build back
up… when my door opened and my mom walked right in.

“Hey sweetie, do you mind if I… oh my God!”

I was completely nude, spread out in the middle of my bed with the biggest hard on I’ve had in
weeks!
“MOM! What the fuck are you doing? Stop! Don’t come in!”
But she was just starring at me, frozen from a combination of shock and embarrassment. I was
reaching around for something to cover up with, but my sheets were on the floor at the foot of
my bed, so I just threw the towel over my lap and sat up, leaning forward, trying to conceal my
erection. Finally coming to her senses, my mom covered her face and turned around.

“I’m so sorry sweetie! I didn’t know! Dammit I should’ve knocked, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean
to embarrass you, oh my God, please forgive me, I was so stupid!”

Well now my first reaction of anger turned to pity, I didn’t want her to feel bad, “it’s ok mom,
I’m sorry I yelled like that, I’m not mad”

“Really? I honestly didn’t know. ”

“It’s fine, I just got embarrassed. ”

She turned back towards me and opened her eyes. “Trust me, you’re not the only one who’s
embarrassed.” She picked my blanket up and handed it to me and sat on my bed. I covered up
and sat there. We smiled at each other reassuringly. “I should’ve known that you were doing this
already, you’re at that age, plus when you got that boner from rubbing up against me, that
should’ve been a red flag that you’re probably getting hard-ons and taking care of them
somehow.” I just nodded. “How long have you been masturbating?”

“A year, maybe a little less I suppose”.

She nodded, and noticed the Hustler sitting on the bed, she picked it up before I could react, “is
this what you use?” She was flipping through the pages, I just nodded, blushing. “It’s ok, every
guy has jerked off to one of these magazines.” She looked up and me, and I grinned, awkwardly
comforted knowing that she didn’t think I was weird. She leaned forward with her arms open to
give me a comforting hug, I leaned in, then stopped.

“Um, I’m still hard.” I moved my hands away so she could see the tent my cock was making, “Ill
pass on the hug.” I gave a little chuckle. She laughed to, but stared at my crotch for an extra
moment.

She went back to thumbing through the magazine “do you have questions about any of this?” I
shook my head NO instinctually, not wanting to talk to my mom about sex. “Because this isn’t
reality” she continued. She turned the magazine towards me, showing me a picture of a close up
of a woman spreading open the lips of her vagina.

“It’s not?” I replied, she had peaked my interest, and I really DID have questions.

“No, she’s just trying to look exciting for the camera, vaginas don’t normally look like that”

“What do they look like then?”

“Well ..” She looked around, unsure how to proceed, “Well ..” She stood up, reached under her
nightgown, pulled her thong off, and then lifted her gown up to her bellybutton, showing me her
pussy, “They look like this.” She wasn’t shaved bare like the girls in the magazines, but it wasn’t
a bush like I’d seen before either. She had hair, but it was short, like she meant it to be that way.
I just stared unable to blink. She sat back on the bed, still lifting her gown, and facing me. I could
feel her watching me stare at her exposed vagina, I should’ve been embarrassed, but I couldn’t
look away. “See, they shave hers completely, and she spreads the lips like that to make it look
sexy”.

“That’s stupid, it’s looks good, just like this”

“Oh hush” she covered herself, and I looked back up at her face.

“No really, that looks really nice, it looks intimidating in the pictures”

“That’s because she’s playing with it in the pictures”

“Oh, so you’re not supposed to play with it?”

“Well, sure you are, but she’s just spreading it open for the camera, in real life you’d just rub her
clit, or finger her”. I must’ve looked confused, because she lifted her gown back up and
continued.. “This is the clit, you just have to rub it, but when you’re fingering a girl, you slide a
couple fingers inside her”.

“Inside her where?”

As if she was a teacher giving a hands on lesson, she took my hand and pulled it to her vagina,
she curled all my fingers closed, except the index and middle fingers. She leaned back slightly,
and guided my fingers to her opening. “Right here. You just slide your fingers in and out, the
same way you would with your penis if you were having sex.” With out thinking I pushed my
two fingers in and she let out a sigh, I did this about three times before she grabbed my wrist and
stopped me.

“Was I doing it wrong? I don’t really know what to do”

“No, that felt fine, especially since it’s your first time, it’s just that..” she paused and looked me
in the face. “You shouldn’t be doing this with your mother”.
“Oh!” I just realized what she meant, and she was right, I pulled my hand away, “I wasn’t
thinking about it like that! It’s just that you were the one who put my hand there, and I was
curious, I’ve never tried that before, I was just seeing what happened when I fingered a girl, so I
don’t look like a dork when I finally get a girlfriend”. I felt like a idiot, and my expression
obviously showed that.

“No sweetie, you’re right, I did put your fingers there, I didn’t think first. Don’t feel bad, you
didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Was I doing it right? Did it, you know, feel good like it’s supposed to?”

“Yes you were, and yes it did”

“You didn’t have an orgasm, so I must not have been THAT good at it” I pouted.

She laughed “babe, you only did it for a second, it takes longer than that! For any guy”.

“Oh ..ok .. can I.. Try again? I want to see if I can do it”.

She just stared at me, obviously mulling it over, “ok” and she gave me little smile, nothing
seductive, but genuinely motherly, as if I’d asked to stay up late and she’d decided to be nice and
let me. She took my wrist and pulled my hand back to her vagina, guiding it into her. She held
my wrist while showing me the rhythm and speed to use, then she let go and I did the rest. She
leaned back slightly, putting her weight on her arms, the way you’d be sitting up on a blanket at
the beach. I could tell she was watching me, but I just starred intently at what I was doing. I
heard her start to breath a little heavier, and I looked up at her face, her eyes were closed but she
opened them, looking directly into mine.

“Is that good?” I asked.

“Yes it’s very good. Now this right here is where the clit is”, she pointed to a small spot above
where my fingers were inside her. “This is a very sensitive spot that you just rub, either on its
own, or while you’re fingering her. Since you’re doing that with your fingers, I’ll rub myself,
and together they will cause a very good orgasm for the girl.”

I continued moving my fingers in and out at their steady pace while I watched as she rubbed her
clit. She closed her eyes and her breathing became loud again. Feeling the warm wetness of the
inside of a vagina for the first time, combined with watching a woman (albeit my mother) play
with herself while making aroused noises, was getting me turned on. What had started out
academically, as an awkward sex talk between a mother and son, had turned into the hottest
moment in my life.
I still had a raging hard on and I felt like I was going to explode, but I was afraid to touch myself
in front of her, I didn’t want her to think this “lesson” was turning into something torrid that I
was getting into. If she thought I was turned on by seeing her like this then not only would she be
mad and disgusted with me, but she would never allow any potential future lessons. So I
restrained myself. Just then she threw her head back and let out a loud sound that was sort of like
a moan and scream together. I pulled my hand away, scared I had poked her too hard or
scratched her inside. I starred in shock, watching her shake a bit before relaxing and opening her
eyes. I can only imagine the expression that was on my face, because as soon as she looked at me
she laughed and touched my arm reassuringly.

“It’s ok baby, that’s just what it looks like when many women have orgasms” she reassured me.

I relaxed a bit, “so I did it? I fingered you, and gave you an actual orgasm?”

“You sure did. See it’s not really that hard, or intimidating, nothing to be scared or nervous
about.” I had forgotten about concealing the tent my erection was making, and she noticed it,
“Adam! Are you hard?”

“Oh my God, I forgot, I’m sorry!”

“No sweetie, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have reacted like that. Honestly it would be more shocking if
you WEREN’T hard after seeing all that for the first time.”

“Really, you’re not mad at me?”

“No not at all, getting turned on isn’t always in our control, sometimes it just happens, and for a
boy who’s curious about sex to see and touch a woman like that, it’s completely
understandable.”

“Ok” I said bashfully, “I wasn’t trying to get turned on, but since I wasn’t able to finish myself
when you came in, I’m just REALLY hard right now.”

“Oh my God , sweetheart, you’re right, I totally forgot about that!” she laughed a little bit “you
must be dying!”
I just gave her an awkward, embarrassed sort of smile. She looked at me thoughtfully, “ok,
remove the blanket.” I didn’t move, unsure if I should expose myself to my mother, fearful I may
get into trouble somehow. “Go ahead” she encouraged. I did as I was told and lifted the blanket
just up and over my throbbing erection.

My mother scooted up right next to me. Without hesitation she reached out and grabbed my dick
and started slowly gliding her hand up and down the shaft. It felt great, her hand was cool on my
red hot cock. I starred in disbelief as She stroked me.

“Have you ever had a hand job?” she asked, very matter of factly. I shook my head “no” without
looking away from her hand wrapped around me. “Well this is a hand job. Just like when you
finger a girl, your fingers are supposed to feel like your penis is inside her, with a hand job her
hand is supposed to feel like a vagina is around your penis, make sense?” I nodded, still not
looking away as she kept stroking while she talked. “In other words, fingering is you using your
hands to make her have an orgasm, and a hand job is her using her hands to make YOU have an
orgasm. Now have you heard of a blow job?” my ears perked up, but I shook my head “no”, not
wanting to throw my friend Mike under the bus. “Well a blow job is like a hand job, except that
the girl puts your penis in her mouth and moves her head up and down.. Or back and forth,
depending on how you’re positioned. But it’s the same idea, her mouth is supposed to feel like
the vagina and make you cum that way. Now if the girl is really good, she’ll do two things; one,
she’ll also use her hands while giving you a blow job, this can make it feel even better for you,
but it takes a girl who knows what she’s doing. And two, she’ll have you cum inside of her
mouth, and she’ll swallow it. This also helps make it feel better, and makes a cleaner experience.
Make sense?” I nodded, God that sounded amazing.

“Now Adam, look at me”, she took her hand off of my cock and I turned to face her. She looked
me right in the eyes, there was genuine concern in them. “I don’t know of we should be doing
this” gesturing towards my hard on, “honestly we shouldn’t have done ANY of this. This isn’t
something that mothers do with their sons” she was getting upset, “I didn’t mean for this to
happen. I shouldn’t have shown you my vagina, I just wanted to answer your questions, and I felt
bad that your only knowledge is coming from a completely unrealistic magazine, so I just wanted
you to see what a normal woman looks like down there. I let it get carried away by having you
touch me, and now here I am touching you!”

“I liked it!” it almost came out like a shout, but I couldn’t help myself. “I know you aren’t trying
to do so something wrong with me, and I know that this isn’t something that sons are supposed
to do with their mom’s, but I asked you and you showed me what it was like to feel a vagina, and
now I’m so horny it hurts, and you are just being nice, and all I can think about is you touching
me again!” My voice raised itself as I spoke.

“Really, you’re not grossed out? You’re not thinking to yourself ‘why is my mom doing this, I
want her to stop’?”

“No. I mean, I was embarrassed when you first walked in, cuz I don’t want ANYONE to catch
me playing with myself, let alone you or dad! But you made me feel better. And I would’ve
never have been able to simply ASK a girl anything about sex, cuz I’d look stupid or
inexperienced, but you had just walked in on me naked, and you asked if I had any questions, so
I figured ‘why not, I can’t get any more embarrassed’” I laughed, and she smiled at me. “I’m not
good with girls, and I didn’t wanna freak out the first time I saw a vagina, so I’m glad I saw one,
and now I know what it’s like to play with one too! My friends, or dad, could never have helped
me with that. And yes, of course I want to know what it’s like to have someone else make me
cum, and if you’re willing to show me then I’m grateful, not grossed out!”

She smiled at me and looked relieved. “Well… would you like me to continue?” she asked me
hesitantly. I gave a quick little nod. She grinned, “Hand me that lotion, sweetie” she pointed at
the pump bottle on the other side of my bed. I reached over and grabbed it.

She moved onto her knees, so that she was kneeling beside my lap while I was partially sitting
up, propped up by pillows. She pumped some lotion into the palms of both of her hands. “Do
you remember how I said that the secret to a good blow job is using hands also, and
swallowing?” she asked me. I looked at her and nodded. She gripped the base of my dick with
her left hand and used her right hand to smear lotion around the head. “Well… the secret to a
good hand job is using BOTH hands”. And with that she went to work pumping her hands up
and down my shaft, it looked like she was churning butter! But she didn’t just move both hands
up and down, she also rotated her wrists, turning her hands back and forth while she moved them
up and down! My eyes widened, and my mouth dropped open. The feeling was incredible, I
couldn’t have imagined that her hands would have felt so different, so much better, than me
simply jerking myself off. I let out an involuntary little grunt, she obviously knew what this
meant. She turned to look at me.

“OK, do you feel like you’re ready to cum?”

“Uh huh!” nodded rapidly, she grinned.

“Good, just let it go when you’re ready”. She was watching my cock as she pumped it with both
hands. She was building speed, knowing that I was ready, and then it happened. I exploded.

This was the biggest, most powerful load I had ever had. I was notorious for big ejaculations, but
this was something massive. I had already been working myself to an orgasm when my mom
walked in, and since then I’d fingered her and watched while she came. Then she played with
me, then stopped, then started up again! This load had been building for over an hour, and it sent
a convulsive orgasm through my body as it blew out the end of my cock. The first shot hit my
mother right in the face, causing her to squeeze her eyes and mouth closed, but she never stopped
working my shaft with both hands.

I continued to ejaculate, sending streams of semen all over. More than one shot hit her in the face
and neck, it landed on her nightgown and arms. It sprayed on to the bed, and onto my stomach,
legs and chest. And as the shots ended, my mother still stroked me, tightly, milking the rest of
the cum from my swollen cock head. It ran down the shaft, over my hips, and onto the bed,
soaking the sheets where I laid. And once the flow ended, she just sat there, holding my dick, as
if the semen that covered her hands had welded them in place.
I was spent, too exhausted and shocked to move. It felt like we sat that way for minutes, until she
spoke. “Honey, will you hand me that towel I saw?” Her eyes were still tightly shut. I fumbled,
trying to reach the towel that lay on the bed near my feet. I got it and handed it to her.

“Here you go”. She slowly released her hold on my still hard cock. Her dripping hands reached
for the towel blindly. I put it in them, and she brought it directly to her face. She used the cloth to
wipe deep into her eyes, getting my sticky cum. I still just sat there, unsure of what to do. After
she must have gotten enough of it off of her face, she turned to look at me. I must’ve been a
sight, completely naked, penis sticking straight up, covered in a fair amount of my own cum, and
frozen stiff, too shocked to move. She laughed.

“Sweetie, why don’t you go take a shower, you’re a mess. I’m going to go wash my hands.”

“K” was all I could muster.

Once I started moving I realized just how much semen I’d gotten on my bed. I got up and
glanced at her, she too was looking at the devastation I had caused. Without a word I moved out
of the room and into the shower.

After I’d washed myself, I just stood there in a trance, letting the water run over me, replaying
what had just happened. ‘Had my mom really just been the first woman I’d fingered? Was she
really the first woman to give me an orgasm?’. I was trying to decide how I felt about that, was I
ashamed, did it make me feel sick? NO. And what did my mom think?! Was she ashamed, or
mad at me for what we did? Oh God, what did she think of seeing me cum that much? And I got
it all over her, and in her eyes! She MUST be angry with me.

I got out of the shower, dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist. I opened the door and
darted straight to my room, hoping I could avoid my mom. I walked into my room, and all the
sheets had already been removed, I heard the washing machine running down stairs.

“Adam, come in here”, my mom called from her room. I walked in nervously. She was sitting in
her bed, putting her hair up in a ponytail, she was wearing a clean nightgown. “Those sheets had
to be washed, do you want to sleep in here tonight?” she asked warmly, not an ounce of disgust
in her voice.

“Ya, ok”, my mood improved instantly. I walked towards her bed and removed my towel.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked with a laugh, go put on your Pjs.”

“Oh, I just figured, since you already saw…”

“Um, I’m still your mother, now go.” I went and put on a pair of pajama bottoms and walked
back into her room. “Good, not turn off the light and get into bed”. I slowly climbed into the bed
next to her, still unsure of the situation. She was laying facing me, she reached over and gently
grabbed my cock through the cloth of my pants. “So does he feel better?” I was stunned, I turned
my head to look at her.

“Ya”. She could read my reaction and grinned.

“Good, although I must say, I wasn’t expecting you to cum that much. Was it because you had
been masturbating before I walked in?”

“Ya, partly, but I usually cum a lot.”

“Really?!” She seemed shocked. I nodded. “I’ll have to keep that in mind next time.”

“Next time?” My eyes nearly popped out of my head.

“Unless you don’t want to of course”, my seemed unsure after my reaction.

“No! I’d like that a lot.” She smiled. “I thought maybe you’d be upset, especially after I got it in
your face.”
“Well I wasn’t expecting that, but no, I’m not upset. I enjoyed it. Your father and I don’t do stuff
like that anymore, we still have sex, because he likes it, but he doesn’t like when I use my hands
or mouth. Which sucks for me because I always enjoyed doing those things to a guy, it makes me
feel sexy.”

“You don’t regret it happening, because I’m your son?”

“I know I SHOULD feel bad and regret it, but I don’t. It felt good to be wanted again, to take
charge and please a man in a way that’s actually really fun for me. And in a weird way, the fact
the your my son doesn’t bother me because I’ve always done things for you; fed you, changed
you, washed you, tied your shoe laces, helped with your homework. As you’ve grown up, the
things that I’ve done for you have changed. And now you’re becoming a young man. There’s
less and less I can do for you. But now you’re having sexual thoughts, you’re becoming aroused,
and you enjoy having orgasms, well that’s something I can actually help with.” She looked me in
the eyes and smiled, “if that’s something you want?”

“Yes, definitely! But then why did you make me put on Pjs?”

“I’m still your mom, and the way you behave around me can’t change. Besides, we can’t risk
getting caught, and you sleeping naked with me would make people wonder.” I nodded in
agreement. “Now go to sleep, I love you sweetie”.

“I love you mom”.

NEXT
Introduction:
The next morning and the rest of the weekend..
The next morning… Saturday

I was just been having the best, and possibly strangest dream of my life. It was a sex dream,
which is totally normal at my age. That’s good to know since I’ve had a LOT of sex dreams in
my life. But this was the first time it involved my mother.

In it, she showed me her vagina and let me finger her. Then she gave me my first hand job. It
was the best orgasm of my life. I sprayed jism everywhere, including on my mom’s face. It was
incredibly weird, but not as weird as I would’ve imagined it would be. It was comfortable, and
almost calming. While it was very arousing and I came almost as soon as she started, it wasn’t
some torrid nasty sort of porno where two people just walk up and start going at it. I was nervous
and awkward, but she was motherly about it, loving. She wanted to help and do something nice
for me. Not just make some guy blow his load.

I was waking up. Laying in bed, sort of awake, but with my eyes still shut, not really wanting to
get up yet. The memory of that dream was still lingering, and I could tell that I was sporting
some major morning wood. I was going to need to take care of that, but first I was going over
what I needed to do today in my head… It was Saturday morning, my dad was out of town, and
my little sister, Lacy, was staying with a friend for the weekend, and it was just mom and I
home… This was all sounding very familiar. And then I felt movement next to me.

My eyes shot open. I was laying on my back, in bed. Only it wasn’t my bed, I could immediately
tell that I was in my parent’s room. I looked to my left and saw my mom sitting up on the edge
of the bed, with her back to me. She stood up and began to walk around the bed. Quickly I shut
my eyes, feigning sleep, buying myself time while I gathered my thoughts. I heard her walk into
the master bathroom and close the door.

It was all coming back to me now. I remember everything that happened, and I remember
coming into her room and us talking about what we’d done. I remember her suggesting that she
could continue giving me hand jobs. And then we went to sleep. It all really happened!

I heard her open the bathroom door. I figured that if she had decided that she regrets what
happened then she would’ve said something when she first saw me in bed. So I decided to go
ahead and open my eyes and see where the day takes me.

I didn’t want her to know that I had been pretending to still be asleep, so I did the whole ‘just
waking up routine’, acting like the sound of the door had been what woke me up. I slowly
stretched and opened my eyes.

“Well good morning”. She said. She was standing over me looking down and smiling.

“Morning mom”. My eyes were still a little fuzzy, as I squinted up at her.

“Did you sleep well”?

“Like a log”. I answered, as I removed the blanket and sat up a bit.

“Speaking of a log, there’s definitely some wood”. My mom said laughingly, as she looked down
my body. I had forgotten my boner.

“Oh crap!” I snapped, as I yanked the blanket back over myself. “Sorry, I didn’t think about it”.

“What are you doing”? She asked, with a laugh.

“I.. Um.. I..”. It slowly dawned on me that I wasn’t really sure why I got embarrassed and
covered up. “I dunno. I just didn’t mean to..”.

“I get it. Yesterday morning you would’ve done the same thing, and I would’ve completely
understood, but today.. I thought you would be more relaxed around me.” She looked upset, and
unsure.

“No, you’re right. It wasn’t you, I just got embarrassed. It’s just weird to not hide when I have a
hard on.” I chuckled a little and gave her an ‘I’m sorry’ smile. “See, I’m not uncomfortable with
you seeing me.” I pulled away the blanket and pushed my pajama bottoms down to my knees.
My dick sprang free and wobbled back and forth. I just stared at my morning erection for a
moment, unsure of how to proceed. I slowly looked back up at my mother’s face. She was
looking at my boner, then to my face. She smiled warmly.

“You didn’t have to do that, I wasn’t trying to pressure you into exposing yourself to me, that’s
not what I want. I just thought that it was what YOU wanted. When you were getting into bed
last night you were going to do it naked, and this morning you covered up, I guess I was just a
little confused about what exactly you were comfortable with.”

“I’m fine, it was just a reaction. I’m ok with you seeing me naked.”

“Ok, good. Because I meant what I said last night about wanting to help you with these.” She
reached out and gently wrapped her hand around my cock. My mouth opened involuntarily and
let out a slight gasp. The feeling of someone else touching my penis was still strange and
wonderful. “Want me to take care of him now?”

I didn’t look away from her hand and could only manage a slight nod. Even though I now
completely remembered the events of last night, it still seemed surreal. She must’ve seen my nod
out of the corner of her eye, because she started stroking me without asking again. She wasn’t
using lotion or lube or anything, but her hands were smooth, and she was only lightly holding my
dick. She was going very slowly, and with her loose grip, I knew I wouldn’t cum, but it still felt
amazing.

She must’ve read my mind because without stopping or looking to see my facial expression, she
answered my concerns. “I’ll need to make it slicker before I really get going” she said. “Now
when a girl doesn’t have a moisturizer, like the lotion I used last night, she can just use her dry
hand. Have you ever masturbated without the lotion?” She asked me.

“Ya” I answered without looking up.

“And does it feel as good doing it dry like that?”

“No.”

“Exactly. But sometimes the girl giving the hand job may not have anything to use. In these
cases it’s perfectly normal for her to use her spit.”

HER SPIT?! I thought to myself. “You mean she actually spits on my penis?”

“Yes” she laughed and smiled. “But it’s not so much as she spits on it, as she drips saliva on it…
watch.”

She learned down and forward a bit, positioning her face about 6 inches over the tip of my dick.
You could see she was aiming, as she pursed her lips and let a long shiny string of saliva slide
from her mouth and stretch down to the head. She drizzled her spit onto my cock for a couple
seconds then cut it off. She stood up straight and released her grip on me to wipe her mouth.

“See, like that” She said. She then used both of her hands and slowly worked her saliva up and
down my shaft, particularly working the head. “Then she slides it around, and onto the Palms of
her hands” she instructed. “And then she can get to work on making you cum” she said with a
little grin.

She gripped the bottom half of my dick with her left hand, and the top half with her right. She
began her ‘butter-churning’ motion, up and down and in alternating rotating motions with each
hand. The sensation caused me to take a deep breath.

I just watched her hands working my dick, it was a feeling that I could never accomplish myself,
and the orgasm would just as impressive. I expanded my view of the situation, taking in
everything that was happening. The visual aspect was equally as arousing, as the physical
sensation.

My mother was in her early 30s and wasn’t very tall, maybe 5’3”. She had a slender build and
decent curves that, as her son, I’d never noticed before. But now as I watched her standing at the
side of the bed, leaning over my lap, steadily working her hands up and down my cock, I noticed
her attractive features.

She was wearing a nightgown that was pretty much a long shirt, that only went down a little past
her butt. I looked her up and down, starting with her legs. They were short, not those long legs
that you always hear about. But they were smooth and nice looking, free from scars or veins that
older women tend to have. Her butt was hidden under the gown, and I was only seeing it from
the side, but it wasn’t flat or fat. My eyes moved up to her breasts. They were covered, but with
her leaning forward combined the motion of her arms, I could make out the swaying and
bouncing underneath the fabric. As a teenage boy, I loved boobs, so staring at a pair of them so
intently (albeit under a shirt) along with the feeling of my mom working my morning wood for
my first orgasm of the day, really put me over the top.

I scratched at the bed, unable to control myself. My mom looked over at me, for some indication
that I was ready to cum. She caught me looking at her chest, but made no comment, she only
asked “are you almost there?” I nodded my head rapidly, my body starting to squirm. She looked
back at what she was doing, leaning into it a little more as she picked up the pace. And as I had
done the night before, I just let it go. And just as it had happened the night before, I once again
blew my load onto my mother. The first several shots hit her right in the face, causing her to
squint her eyes shut to avoid getting the warm jizz in them. Other shots landed on her nightgown,
arms, hair, and all over the bed and myself. As the streams of cum finished erupting form the tip
of my dick, my mother gripped it tightly and pulled upward, squeezing out what remained,
spilling it onto her already covered hands.

I couldn’t move. My mouth hung open. I must’ve looked like I was in pain, but I wasn’t. The
exact opposite actually. The orgasms my mother had given me were the most intense and
pleasurable experiences I had ever had.

My mom didn’t move either, she just stood there, both hands welded to my rod. She was still
looking down at it, only her eyes were shut, her mouth pressed into a tight little grin. She
must’ve been contemplating what to do next. Finally she released me. Her hands just sort of
dangling over me, dripping. She grasped at the front of her gown, trying to find a dry spot to use.
She settled on the bottom hem at her left side, the side closest to me. She pulled it up to her face
wiping the goo from her eyes first.

This was my first glimpse of her boobs… well NEAR glimpse, and it was only partial under-
boob, but it was still hot. She cleaned her left eye enough to open it and looked at me, again
catching me looking at her chest. I immediately looked away. She smiled, “so I take it that was
good for you?” She asked.

“Ya, definitely!” My eyes widened and I nodded quickly, showing my enthusiasm.

“Well let’s get cleaned up.” She turned and walked towards the bathroom, wiping her hands off
on the sides and back of her nightgown. “So Adam, have you seen breasts in person before?” She
called from inside the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on.

“Um, no.” I replied. There was a moment of silence.

“Alright, well you need to get cleaned up anyways, come hop in the shower with me.”

My eyes widened. I sat up, pulled my pajama bottoms completely off, and got off the bed. I
walked to the bathroom carefully, trying to avoid dripping my cum all over. My patents
bathroom had one of those showers with the glass door. It was already fogged up, so I could only
see the shadowy figure of my mother.
“Adam are you in here?” She called out.

“Oh, ya I’m here.”

“Well get in silly.”

I did as I was told and opened the shower and got in. I kept my head down, and purposely closed
my eyes, acting like it was to keep the water out. It wasn’t that I didn’t WANT to see her naked
body, I actually really did. I just didn’t want to seem too eager, and she was still my mom, it felt
disrespectful to look at her that way.

“Everything OK?” She asked.

“Ya I’m good.”

“Then open your eyes and look at me.” She scolded. I raised my head and opened my eyes,
looking directly into hers, not letting them wander to other parts of her body. She had an
annoyed look on her face. “Adam, if you don’t want to take a shower with me then just say so.”

“No! It’s not that. It’s just that it’s still a little weird. I’m not sure if I should look at you as my
mother, or like one of those women in the magazines that turn me on.” I responded. Her face
softened.

“Adam, you should still look at me as your mother, especially when I’m not helping you cum, or
teaching you about sex. But when I am, I’m still your mother, even if you are getting aroused. If
it makes you more comfortable, when we’re doing these things, just look at me as a woman. Like
right now, look at my body.”

I looked down, taking her all in. Her breasts were perfect. Bigger than a handful, but not
oversized. They hung like teardrops, with her Nipples pointed slightly upwards, and her under-
boob cupping underneath. I moved down to her stomach, which was flat, leading to her vagina,
only slightly covered in trimmed pubic hair. She slowly spun around, letting me take her all in.
Her ass was better than I previously gave her credit for. It was slightly wider than her waist, and
stuck out nicely, cupping underneath like her tits. She turned back to face me.

“Any questions?” She asked. I shook my head, looking back up at her face. I felt my cock
tingling from looking at her body. “As you can see, not all breasts are as large as the ones in
magazines… do you want to touch them?” I nodded my response. “Go Ahead.”

I reached out and just placed a hand on one Breast. I stood like that, not moving my hand. She
must’ve sensed that I wasn’t sure what to do. She took my other hand and placed it on her other
Breast, and put her hands over top of mine and squeezed. I was officially grabbing my first
boobs! They felt amazing. I began squeezing and rubbing them on my own, so my mom removed
her hands. I watched them as I played, I was mesmerized. I got more confident and began
focusing on the Nipples with my thumbs and index fingers. As soon as I pinched, my mother let
out a little gasp. I almost stopped, but then figured that if it hurt, she would tell me to stop. I
looked at her face, she was watching my hands.

“Can I suck on them?” I couldn’t believe I had the balls to ask that! She looked up at me.

“Yes, go ahead.” She said softly.

I took a step forward and leaned down, pointing her first one at my mouth. I sucked it right in,
instinctively, like a baby breastfeeding for the first time. I let my tongue work the tip of her
nipple in my mouth, and I heard my mother sigh. I took away my mouth and looked up at her.

“Doing that can feel very good to the girl. And it can go together very nicely with her playing
with Herself.” I looked down and saw my mom rubbing her clit. “So keep sucking on them
baby.” I went right back to it, sucking and licking her nipple. I felt my mom moving faster. I
moved to her other breast, sucking it the same way. I couldn’t get enough. “That’s it Adam,
don’t stop!” Her voice sounded strained, like she was short of breath. Her hand was rubbing
vigorously. I continued to suck like I was starving. “Uhhhh Ahhhh!” My mom let out a loud
moan. She had just orgasmed. I stood up and released her tits, looking at her. She slowly opened
her eyes and looked back at me. “Well that felt great. Did you enjoy it?” She asked, and looked
down. “Well there’s my answer”, she said and chuckled. I looked down too, I was rock hard
again and pointing straight up at her, I hadn’t even noticed.

“Ya, they feel really cool.”

“Well while we’re in her, I’ll help you clean up from earlier, and go ahead and take care of him
again”, she said with a smile, “besides, doing it in the shower is the best option for less mess.”
She squeezed some of my dad’s body wash into her hands and lathered it up. Then began
washing it all over the areas I had gotten cum on myself in the bed.

I just stood there silently and watched as she washed my stomach, thighs, hips, and eventually
moving to my crotch. She moved to my right, standing partially behind me, and to my side. She
reached around me with her soapy hand and grasped my dick and began stroking. I let my head
tip back, looking up at the ceiling of the shower with my eyes closed. My time playing with her
boobs had really gotten me worked up, because even though I had just cum a lot in bed, I still
came again in no time.

I let out a groan as I blew my second load of the morning. My eyes were still closed, but I could
feel a significant amount semen shooting out of me. My orgasm ended and my mom stopped
jerking. I lowered my head and opened my eyes. Cum was splattered on the shower wall in front
of me.

“Wow sweetie! You still came that much even after cumming in bed already?!” I didn’t really
have an answer for her, I just looked at her bashfully. She smiled at me, “well let’s get cleaned
up and go eat breakfast.”

We got out of the shower and dried off. I watched mom towel off and get dressed, staring at her
body the whole time, not bothering to hide my gaze. I’d decided to accept that if she was OK
with it, then I was too.

Mom tossed our cum soaked clothes, along with her bed sheets, into the washer and we ate
breakfast in the kitchen. We talked like mother and son. She told me what chores she wanted me
to get done today, I told her what homework I needed to finish by Monday. Our day was planned
out. She was going to run errands while I did homework, then when she got home she was going
to do some house work while I did my chores.

“How often do you normally masturbate?” She asked while I was taking a sip of orange juice. I
nearly choked, not so much because of the actual question, but because she asked it so matter-of-
factly, like she was asking if I wanted toast or something. Her plain facial expressions showed
that she thought nothing of asking that question while we were sitting at the table.

“Um, a few times a day.” I felt like I was confessing to a crime.

“When usually? Do you have a schedule that you like to follow?” She inquired, with the same
calm tone.

“I wouldn’t say it’s a schedule, but I like to do it in the morning when I wake up, when I get
home from school, and before bed. Those are my standard times. But I also like if I can take care
of myself either before or after dinner too. On the weekends I still do it before and after sleeping,
but everything during the day is up in the air, it depends on what we have going on.”

“I see”, she nodded thoughtfully, “that’s a good plan, and so far we’ve done a pretty good job
sticking to that routine haven’t we?” She seemed proud of herself, “I took care of it last night
before bed, then this morning when you woke up, and we even got an extra one in there during
the shower, so let’s keep it up! When I get home from my errands, I’ll take care of you, and then
before dinner I’ll do it again, and then of course once more before bed, sound good? I really like
being able to help you with this, plus it’s like our little secret. So from now on whenever you’re
feeling like you would want to masturbate, tell me, and I’ll take care of it instead.”

“Ok…” I didn’t really know what else to say. Not only did my mom just offer to jerk me off at
least three more times today, she also just said that she’d do it whenever I asked… indefinitely!
My mind was spinning.

“OK, well I’m going to go get ready then head out.” And with that my mom hoped up, kissed me
on the forehead and walked upstairs.

I went to my room and started on my homework. Mom called up the stairs to say goodbye and
headed out, leaving me with my thoughts. My mind eventually settled down and I was able to
concentrate on school work. After about 2 hours I heard mom come in the door, and yell “hey
Adam I’m home!” I said ‘ok’ and continued my homework. After several minutes of putting
away the stuff she bought at the various stores she’d gone to, she came upstairs and into my
room.
“Hey sweetie, how’s it going?”

“Good, I’m almost done, I shouldn’t have to do any tomorrow.” I answered. We were completely
back in mother-son conversation mode.

“Oh, good for you! Are you ready for another hand job?” I was totally ready for the question, but
the completely nonchalant way she asked me, her son, if I wanted her, my mother, to give me yet
another hand job was still hard to get used to.

“Ya, definitely.”

“Ok, take off your shorts and sit on the edge of your bed.”

I did as I was told, pulled my shorts and boxers completely off. The idea that my mom was about
to jerk me off again was enough to get my juices flowing, and my prick started to stiffen. My
mom was standing in front of me and, without warning, pulled off her shirt then removed her bra
and sat down on the bed next to me, completely toppless. I hid my shocked expression. She
grabbed my dick, leaned forward and dripped spit on to it and started smearing it around the head
and down the shaft. She sat up straight and started stroking me with her right hand.

“Adam, have you ever kissed a girl?” She asked, looking me in the eyes while continuing her
hand job.

“Yes.”

“With tongue?”

“No.”

“Ok, well that’s called ‘French-kissing’. What happens is, when you’re kissing, you both open
your mouths and have your tongue play with her tongue. It feels nice believe me. And What’s
nice is that doing something else that feels good, like kissing, while getting the hand job, makes
you feel even better. Want to try it?”

“YA!”

She smiled and placed her left hand behind my head and pulled me towards her. She leaned her
face towards mine, we both closed our eyes, and we kissed. I followed her lead. It started as a
normal kiss, and then she opened her mouth and I felt her tongue touch my lips. I opened mine,
and felt her tongue slip inside, touching my own tongue. We began to kiss harder, more
passionately. I’d push my tongue into her mouth, then she’d push hers back into mine. The
harder and faster we kissed, the harder and faster she seemed to slide her hand up and down my
spit-slickened rod. She pulled away from our kiss and looked at me.

“Suck mommy’s tits baby.” She said it both motherly and wantonly. I didn’t hesitate. My face
shot down to her closest breast and devoured it. I sucked her nipple harder than I did in the
shower. Not on purpose, but I simply had no control at this moment. I had a hand grasping each
of her boobs, and my mouth switched between her left and right one, moving back and forth
greedily. “That’s it baby! Cum for mommy!”

It was almost as if her encouragement was all I needed. Without removing my face from my
mother’s cleavage, I came. I squeezed each Breast way too hard I’m sure, but she didn’t say
anything or stop me. I buried my face into her tits and let out a loud, muffled, moan of pleasure.
My mother stopped tugging on my dick once the semen stopped flowing. I kept my eyes closed
and just sucked on a nipple, my mother tenderly holding my head there, playing with my hair.

I finally decided to pull away and see the damage. As usual, my mother’s hand was encased in
jizz . It seemed to be plastered to my dick. Since I was sitting up this time, the tops of my thighs
were covered as well. But as I took in the devastation of blowing my load uncovered, I saw that I
had several shots on the carpet and on my dresser which was directly in front of me.

“We really need to come up with a better… cleaner way of doing this.” Said my mom. She too
was looking at scene in front of me.

“I’m sorry, I’ll clean it up!” I quickly responded. I was afraid that she’d take these messes as a
reason that she should stop jerking me off and tell me to go back to masturbating instead.

“I’m not mad sweetheart”, she smiled at me, “we’ll figure something out. I can’t be doing
laundry several times a day, and changing my clothes every time I play with you.” She laughed.
My fears subsided. “But you go clean yourself up and I’ll clean up the mess in here.”

I went to the bathroom and decided that taking a quick shower would be easier than trying to
simply wipe off all the cum from my crotch, lap and legs. I returned and saw that my mom had
wiped my dresser off and used a damp cloth on the carpet, she had even made my bed! Other
than her wanting to help her little boy have orgasms all the time, she really was just your average
mother.

I got dressed and went downstairs. We went about the rest of the afternoon like normal. Doing
chores and housework. Mom made dinner that evening and we ate at the table and chatted about
normal things. But my mom had no problem transitioning from talking about school, to talking
about, what she started referring to as simply ‘fun’.

“So after we clean up dinner do you want to watch a show and have some fun?”

“Uh, ya, that sounds cool.” I was trying to sound as casual as she was.

“OK, but I’ve been thinking about how messy it is every time..” My heart started to sink. “.. So
from now on I was thinking that I would just give you blowjobs..” My heart lept back up and
into my throat! “.. Are you ok with that?” My mind was racing so fast that I almost didn’t hear
her.

“YA!” So much for acting ‘casual’.

“Ok.” My mom chuckled a little. “ I just figure that, for one thing, you’ve never had one, so you
should probably try it. Two, it’ll be cleaner and therefore easier for us to do when other people
are home. And three, I actually enjoy doing that more than hand jobs.”

I wasn’t really listening, and honestly I didn’t care about the logic or reasons behind her decision
to move up to blow jobs. Don’t get me wrong, I was appreciative of all the hand jobs I’d
received over the last 24hrs, they were great, but yes they were messy.

My mind was racing, and I don’t think I ever helped clean up the kitchen so fast in my life! As
soon as I was finished, I ran over to the sofa, yanked down my shorts and boxers in one motion
and tossed them across the floor. I plopped down on the couch and started petting my already
stiffening penis.

“I’m ready!” I called back towards the kitchen.

“Ok I’m coming.” My mom almost laughed too hard to say the words. She wiped her hands off
and walked around the sofa, and knelt down on the ground in front of me. She pushed my legs
apart and scooted in between them to get closer. She pulled off her top, revealing that she wasn’t
wearing a bra. “Are you ready sweetie?” She as motherly as ever.

“Yes.”

She grasped my prick with both hands and leaned over it. She dripped a string of saliva on the
head and began working it all around with her hands. It felt amazing as she rotated both hands
back and forth while sliding them up and down the length of my cock. I loved it, but I couldn’t
wait to feel her mouth.

Just then, without a word, she lowered her head, removed her hands and swallowed my cock all
the way to the base, burying her nose in my pubic hairs. She stayed like that for several seconds,
making moaning sounds that vibrated her mouth around my cock, The back of her throat tickling
the tip.

Slowly she raised her head, slurping up the shaft of my penis. When she got to the tip she
stopped, and sucked it like a lollipop. I just watched, my mouth hung open. It looked as amazing
as it felt. She took my prick in both hands again and started her rotating strokes, continuing to
suck on just the head. It was a strange and wonderful feeling. I could feel it building a massive
orgasm in my balls, but it wasn’t making me cum yet.

“Does that feel good?” She pulled my dick head out her mouth with a ‘pop’. I just nodded, my
mouth still hanging open. “Do you have a big load for me?” I couldn’t believe she was talking
this way, but I nodded again, “just cum when you’re ready.” And with that she sucked me back
into her mouth.

She went about a third of the way down, then back up, and then back down. She continued that
motion while jerking off the rest of my shaft with her hands. She quickly built up a steady
rhythm. I felt my orgasm rising up as I watched my mother on her knees in front of me, bare
breasts jiggling, head bobbing up and down on my cock. I threw my head back, starred at the
ceiling and unloaded myself into my mother’s mouth without warning. I expected to hear her
gag, or choke, but she didn’t. She just stopped bobbing, held the tip of my dick in her mouth and
continued jerk in me off. She swallowed shot after shot. I finally lowered my head and looked at
her. She was staring directly at me. Her cheeks were sucked in, her hands were slowing down as
the flow from my cock was subsiding, and I could see her throat moving as she was swallowing
my semen. Her eyes were locked on mine, like she was waiting for something, perhaps some sort
of reaction, a confirmation that I’d liked my first blow job.

“That was amazing.” I said, looking directly back into her eyes. My body shuddered as I spoke,
the last aftershocks of my orgasm.

My mom pulled my cock out of her mouth and sat up. She wiped her mouth with one hand, still
holding the base of my penis with the other. She looked down at her tits, checking to see if she
had gotten any cum or drool on them, they were dry. My previous loads that had earlier covered
us both with sperm from her hand jobs.. She had just completely swallowed without even
pausing. With the exception of a little saliva-semen-mix that was on her lips, there was nothing
to clean up.

My dick was still slick, but she wiped it off well enough with her other hand, so that I could
simply tuck it back into my shorts with no mess (if I was wearing any). She moved my softening
prick around as she checked her work for cleanliness. She seemed happy with it and grinned to
herself.

“Was that good?” She asked me.

“Ya… I don’t even know how to explain it.”

“And a lot cleaner right? We could totally get away with pulling it out for quick ‘BJs’ and then
putting it away with nothing to clean up!” She was referring to my penis, and she sounded almost
giddy, proud of herself for coming up with a solution to the messiness of the hand jobs.

“Um, ya. That sounds great!” I could care less about the mess it made, but if that’s the issue that
motivated my mother to go from giving me hand jobs to blow jobs, then I was all for it. And
hearing her talk about the possibility of me being able to have her suck my dick that frequently,
was starting to get me hard again.

We just sat on the sofa watching TV half naked for the rest of the evening. She toppless, I
bottomless. We eventually made it upstairs where she invited me to sleep in bed with her again,
and I eagerly obliged. She kept true to her word and gave me a ‘bedtime-bj’. I laid down in her
bed, staring up at the ceiling as she was bobbing her head up and down between my legs. She
once again swallowed everything my cock fed her. She moved over, said she loved me, and we
drifted off to sleep.

I was awoken Sunday morning to the surprising and incredible feeling of my mother already
giving me my ‘morning-bj’. Actually it was the orgasm that woke me up. I was dreaming about
it, but when I came in my dream, the feeling was so intense that it shook me awake. I looked
down at my dick expecting to see morning wood, but instead saw the top of my mother’s head.
My grunts of pleasure must’ve alerted my mother that I was awake. She tilted her head upward
and looked at me. She kept my cock in her mouth as she sucked down the last of my jizz, but I
could tell she was smiling up at me. She finished and sat up.

“Morning sleepy head.” She said cheerily as she hoped out of bed.

“Morning mom.” I was hazy from a combination of sleep and post-orgasmic euphoria.

“I woke up and saw that you were already hard, so I figured that I would go ahead and take care
of him.”

“Uh ya, that was great. I didn’t expect that though.”

“I figured that we should start our routine out today, and when you wake up in the morning is the
first one of the day.” She called from the bathroom.

We got dressed and headed downstairs to start the day. As usual, whenever she wasn’t handling
my dick, she switched completely into normal mom-mode.

“Don’t forget, your sister comes home this afternoon, and your dad will be home before dinner.
So I’ll give you a blow job after you do your chores, but then you’ll have to wait till bedtime.”
She sat thoughtfully for a second, “and even then, I’m still not entirely sure how it will work at
night with your dad home.” She seemed concerned, but not nearly as concerned as I was that she
was changing her mind about taking care of my teenage-cumming needs. “Oh well, we’ll just see
how it goes.” And with that she headed about doing her house work.

A couple hours later my mom got a text from my sister that she was headed home a little early.
So she came into my room where I was cleaning up, dropped to her knees in front of where I
stood, and unzipped my pants.

“Lacy is on her way home, she’ll be dropped off in 15 minutes, so let’s take care of this now.”
She said as she fished my penis out of my shorts. She pulled it out, spit into her hands and started
smearing it all over my flaccid dick. Standing there, still in shock, looking down at her, was
enough to get him up. He swelled awake in her hands with just a couple strokes, and she
immediately engulfed it. She quickly got her hands and mouth into a rhythm of stroking and
sucking.

I stood there, looking around my room, unsure of what to do with my hands. They were just
hanging out to my sides away from my body. Normally mom would’ve given me some sort of
instructions when we did something new, but this time I was on my own. So with no options, I
decided to do what I’ve seen in porn. I reached down and placed both hands on the sides of her
head, near the back, behind her ears. She didn’t stop me so I figured that was ok to do. They just
sort of sat there for a minute or two until I felt cum bubbling up from my balls. Instinct took over
and without thinking, I did what came naturally. I gripped her head and pulled her head forward,
driving myself to the back of her throat. She responded by pushing back, and I again pulled her
back. This developed a quick, almost bouncing rhythm, of me helping her bob her head even
faster. I came in seconds.

I kept my hands grasping her head. When I finished cumming she tried to take my dick out of her
mouth, and without thinking I stopped her and just held her head in place, keeping my cock in
her warm moist mouth, savoring the feeling. She sat there allowing this, that is until we heard the
front door unlock and open. My mother pushed me away and jumped to her feet. She grabbed a
tee shirt off the floor and quickly wiped her hands and face, and darted out of my room.

I felt horrible the rest of the day. I knew she must be mad at me for forcing her head like that,
and almost getting us caught. Naturally she didn’t show any sign of it, because then my sister
would wonder what I did to get into trouble. My dad came home that evening and we ate dinner
as a family. Mom and dad were on good terms, I assume due to their break from each other. We
all watched TV together then headed off to our rooms.

My mother and I hadn’t gotten a chance to talk about our new arrangement the rest of the day,
but I assumed that it wasn’t going to happen again tonight. Mom had drained my balls 7 times in
a day and a half, so I wasn’t complaining, that is until I heard my their bed start squeaking. I sat
still wondering if I had really heard it, but sure enough it was the sound of their bed rocking as
their time apart had made my dad come home horny.

I tried to ignore it, but then I heard my mom. She let out a loud ‘YES!’ that was followed by my
father’s voice muffled through the wall. She continued making noises that were accompanied by
squeaky bed springs and occasional slaps of skins. I felt myself getting red in the face, I felt
angry, jealous, but also aroused. I couldn’t help myself, I pulled my dick out of my boxers and
began slowly petting and playing with it. This turned into a slow but steady stroke. I couldn’t
cum though, I was distracted thinking of my mother spending all weekend servicing my cock,
and now here she was riding my father like nothing happened.

They finished and went silent. I just laid in bed, still hard, but I was no longer trying to get
myself there. Then I heard an unexpected sound that made me jump. My door creaked open and
there was mom.

“sweetheart, are you awake?”

“Mom? Uh, ya I’m up.” She crawled in to bed next to me, and pulled the covers over her too, her
hand immediately went to my prick.

“Wow, yes you are up! You didn’t already take care of yourself did you?”

“No, I just got hard, but… I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

“Why? I thought we said that I would take care of you before bed.”
“Well, I heard you guys…”

“Oh, I see. Did that bother you?” I nodded back. “Sweetie, I love you, and I love what we do
together, but he’s my husband, and I love him too, and there’s things that I do with him that I
can’t do with you. That’s all, it doesn’t mean that I won’t still enjoy playing with you.” My spirts
lifted a little.

“Well I also thought you were mad at me about earlier.”

“Mad about what?” She looked confused.

“Before Lacy got home, I grabbed your head when you were going down on me, and then when
you were finished, I held it there and almost got us caught.” I pouted back.

“Oh baby! No, I wasn’t mad, you didn’t do anything wrong, lots of guys grab the girl’s head
while getting a blow job, honestly it’s kind of attractive.” She was smiling, “and we didn’t get
caught, that’s all that matters, so you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Ok” I smiled back at her. “What did you tell dad to come in here?”

“I just told him that I was going to come see you, because I like our nightly ‘talks’.” She grinned.
“He wasn’t opposed to the idea, so it looks like we shouldn’t have a problem before bed from
now on. So… would you like a blow job?” She grabbed ahold of my dick.

“Yes please.”

And without another word, my mom ducked her head underneath the covers, wrapped her lips
around the head of my cock and went to work. It was almost humorous watching the sheet
bounce up and down. I felt one of her hands release my shaft and take hold of my balls instead.
She played with them gently, rolling them around in her hand, and petting the soft skin with her
finger tips.

I put my hands behind my head, laid back and relaxed, no pressure at all. I let myself cum when
it was ready, which only took a few minutes since I was already hard. I listened to the sounds of
my mother swallowing my cum in an otherwise silent house.

When she finished, she pulled the sheet off of her, kissed me goodnight, got out of bed and left
my room. Before I drifted of to sleep, I lay there mulling over the developments of the last 48
hours and thought to myself, ‘this is going to be great.’
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Introduction:
A woman is raising her son alone and hasn't been in a relationship in year. Her son has been lusting after
her. She's lonely. He's horny.

Chapter 1

My name is Margaret, but everyone calls me Maggie. I’m a 36-year-old single mother with one son. My
piece of shit ex-husband left us nine years ago. We got married just out of college and a year later at the
age of 22, my son, Ethan, was born. Almost from the moment I got pregnant, my husband stopped
almost all affection. Men don’t seem to understand that during pregnancy our hormones are swirling
like crazy and we are hornier than ever. However, there are a lot of men who either just can’t stand the
sight of a baby bump and any added baby weight, or they think their dick is so big that they’ll hurt the
baby in the womb while fucking. I think my ex-husband was a little of both. And he didn’t get any better
after I gave birth.

So, now it’s been nine years with just me and my son. He’s a really good kid and he’s growing like a
weed. He’s already 5”8”, two inches taller than me, and I can’t keep him in shoes as he outgrows them
in what seems likes weeks. I can’t help but wonder if it’s true what they say (whoever “they” is) about a
man having big feet meaning they have a big member. I shouldn’t be thinking about those kinds of
things with my son, but I’m a lonely woman.

When the piece of shit left, I had to struggle to make ends meet and take care of my son. There was no
time for dating and I felt so frazzled all the time that I didn’t feel attractive anyway. I finally found a good
job as a loan officer in a bank. The hours are perfect as I have time to get Ethan out the door to school
before having to leave for work and there’s almost no overtime so I get home on time every night. It
took several years, but I was finally able to buy a small home for the two of us. It’s not very big, but our
needs aren’t that great.

Ethan has always been a great kid. He helps around the house without griping and he gets good grades
in school. He hasn’t started dating yet so I haven’t had to deal with girl issues yet, thank heaven.

I guess I should give you a brief de***********ion of me. It took a couple of years after Ethan was born,
but I finally lost the baby weight and I’m as slim and trim as I was in college. Other than during
pregnancy and that time after, I don’t think I’ve ever weighed more than 120 pounds. I have nice C-cup
breasts which have just a slight sag to them after having breast fed Ethan. I have shoulder length brown
hair and green eyes. My eyes might be my best feature. Depending upon what I wear, sometimes they
look like two emeralds. I try to exercise three times a week to keep my fairly flat stomach and firm legs
toned up. I do have nice legs, if I do say so myself. I wear the shortest skirts they let me wear at work. I
usually wear thigh-high stockings and my boss would shit if he knew I rarely wear panties to work. I like
being comfortable. The same goes for wearing a bra. If I can get away with not wearing one, I’ll let my
tits jiggle freely.
At home, I am always comfortable. That means I never wear a bra at home and the only time I wear
panties is if that’s all I’m wearing under a long shirt. I was starting to think I might have to change my
habits, though, because I’ve caught Ethan checking me out more than once. He’s at that age of
perpetual horniness and eager to see any female body parts possible.

We’ve never been shy around each other, but we’ve never been inappropriate either. Ethan quite often
walks around in the morning in just his boxers and he sometimes watches TV in the evening just wearing
a pair of basketball shorts and maybe a tank top. It’s been really interesting watching him mature and
grow. We hug each other at least once a day and as he has grown and put on some muscles, his hugs
have gotten better and better.

Our relationship took an unexpected turn a few months ago. It was a Saturday morning and I was just
lying in bed relaxing, too lazy to get up and get moving. I was snuggled under the covers and naked. I
sleep in the nude because I get too hot otherwise.

As I was contemplating the things I needed to do that day, Ethan appeared at my doorway wearing just
a pair of boxers. “Good morning, Mom,” Ethan said. “Hey, Sweetie,” I replied, “what’s up?” “Nothing
much. I was just wondering if we could talk a bit.” “Of course,” I said. “You know you can always talk to
me about anything. Come on in.”

Ethan got on the bed and then laid down next to me above the covers and turned onto his side to look
at me. “Mom, it’s probably none of my business, but how come you never go out on dates? You seem
lonely. You must need some companionship,” he said. “Oh, Ethan, I have you for companionship. You
know you are my world. I’m fine. Really,”

I tried to sound convincing but Ethan is a smart kid. “Mom, you know what I mean. I bet you haven’t had
sex in, like, forever. You’re still young and beautiful. You should be out having fun. I’m not a kid anymore
so you don’t have to sit at home to babysit me. You can even bring guys home, if you want. I won’t get
mad or anything. I might get jealous, but not mad.”

Jealous? “Ethan,” I asked, “what do you mean you’d be jealous? What would you be jealous of?” “I
guess I shouldn’t have said that,” he replied. “I just mean I’m used to it being just you and me so I would
need to get used to you spending time with someone else. Is it me, or is it cold in here,” he asked?

“I don’t know if it’s cold because I’m snuggled under the covers. But Ethan, you shouldn’t be worried
about my sex life, or lack of it. I’m not sitting at home babysitting you. I really like being with you. I’m
enjoying watching you grow up and becoming a young man.”

“Would it be okay if I got under the covers with you to warm up,” Ethan asked. I replied, “Well, that’s
probably not a good idea. Ethan, I sleep in the nude. I’m naked under here and I wouldn’t want to
embarrass you.” “Why would that embarrass me,” he asked? “I just want to warm up a little.”
“If you do that, Ethan, you have to promise me that you won’t ever tell anyone that you were in bed
with your naked mother. That would be very bad for us because people would think naughty thoughts.”
“No problem, Mom. It’ll be our secret. It’s no one else’s business what we do in our own home.”

With that, Ethan pulled back the covers and got in. As he did, it exposed part of my right breast. I
grabbed the covers and pulled it back up. “Wow, Mom, you really are beautiful. It’s been a long time
since dad left. You must want to be with someone by now. I can’t believe he left such a beautiful and
sexy woman. What an ass.”

“Ethan, you shouldn’t talk about your father that way. Yeah, he wasn’t a very good husband and he
hasn’t been a great dad, but some guys are just like that. He seemed to change once I got pregnant with
you and he just never went back to the guy I fell in love with, It sucks, but that’s life.”

I suddenly realized that Ethan was a lot closer to me now than he was when he first climbed into my
bed. And then I felt his hand on my breast. “Ethan, what are you doing? You shouldn’t be touching me
there.” “I’m sorry, Mom,” Ethan said, “I can’t help it. I’m this close to your naked body and I just had to
touch you. Please don’t make me stop.” “Oh, Ethan, you need to stop. You’re my son and you’re young.
This is wrong. I’d be lying if I said I don’t yearn to be touched, but you shouldn’t be the one doing it.”

His fingers closed over my nipple and he flicked it back and forth and lightly pinched it. “Ethan, you need
to stop. You shouldn’t be doing that.” “Mom,” he said, “I haven’t seen you move away or grab my hand
to stop me. I think you like it. I love seeing your breasts move in your shirt when you walk around the
house. I’m always hard when you are around. Did you breastfeed me, Mom?”

“Yes, I did. I loved our time together with your mouth on my breast and your loving eyes looking up at
me as you drank my milk. Those were some of the best days of my life. If you would have kept at it and
maybe if your dad would have helped out to keep my milk producing, I’d have continued forever.”

“So, if I had continued sucking your tits, I’d still be drinking your milk today, right?” “I guess so,” I
replied. “Then how about if I start doing it again? Maybe your milk can come back. And even if it
doesn’t, it’ll still feel good for you and I know I’d like it.”

“Oh, Ethan, we can’t. It sounds good but it’s just not right. Mothers and sons aren’t supposed to do
things like that.” “Mom, remember I promised to never to tell anyone. No one will ever know except us
what we do here.” Without another word, Ethan ducked his head under the covers and found my breast
and starting licking and sucking it. Damn, but it felt good. He shouldn’t be doing it but it had been so
long since anyone had sucked my tits or even played with them. I just melted.

Soon Ethan’s hand was massaging my other breast as he continued his oral assault on the right one. He
had to move closer to me to reach his mouth over to my left breast and as he did, he pressed himself
into the side of my body. I felt a hard lump at my hip. My son was rubbing himself up against me with a
raging hardon while sucking my tit. I shouldn’t have been enjoying it, but I couldn’t help it. It had just
been too long.
I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair as he tried to nurse on my breast. I think it finally got
too hot for him under the covers and he popped up and took some of the covers with him to expose my
breasts completely. My son was staring at my breasts with a look of utter lust on his face. I haven’t had a
man look at me like that in years.

I grabbed at him and pulled him into a hug pressing my tits into his chest. And then, he kissed me. Not
our usual peck on the lips kind of kiss. His lips were parted and his tongue was running across my lips. I
closed my eyes and kissed him back. I don’t know where he even learned to kiss like that. He’d never
had a girlfriend that I know of. Can you learn to do that from the internet?

Ethan kept kissing me while he climbed over fully on top of me. My son was laying on my naked body
and I could feel his hard cock against my pussy separated only by his boxers. This was so wrong, but felt
so good. Ethan started dry humping against me and my pussy immediately started to gush. It wasn’t a
dry hump for very long.

Ethan started kissing my neck and then started kissing down my body. He got to my breasts again and
gave them a good licking and sucking. My nipples were tingling. But then, oh my God, he started kissing
down my stomach. Was he actually going to lick my pussy? Could I let him do it? I knew I shouldn’t. But
did I have the will to stop him? No, I didn’t.

He got to the small patch of pubic hair I have at the top of my slit and he ran his face back and forth
through the hair. I could feel his hot breath on my mound. He went lower and I felt him start kissing my
labia. My legs parted all by themselves. I swear I didn’t do it. After what seemed a lifetime, Ethan’s face
was between my legs and he was licking my labia and pushing in between them to find my vagina. His
tongue was now inside the place he came out of so many years ago. It felt like he was trying to get back
in. I wanted him back in. I realized I was holding onto the back of his head and pressing him into my
pussy. I lifted his head a bit so his tongue could find my clit. He licked the hood back and forth, but didn’t
really know what to do with it. For a kid with no sexual experience that I knew of, he was doing a great
job and I felt an orgasm brewing like none I’d had in years.

He was still licking my clit when I felt a finger enter my vagina. My son was starting to finger fuck me.
That was it. That did it. My orgasm took off like a rocket. I was convulsing so hard Ethan could not stay
connected to my pussy. I didn’t care. I was rubbing his face all over my pussy and I twitched and
convulsed in ecstasy. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and I pushed his face away. “Oh, Ethan, you
shouldn’t have done that, but that was the best orgasm of my life. Thank you, baby.”

I was actually surprised to still feel his hard dick against my leg when I brought him up for a kiss. I would
have thought he’d cum in his shorts while licking his first pussy. I couldn’t leave him like that, though. I
rolled him onto his back and got up on my knees. Doing that tossed the covers clean off of me and for
the first time, Ethan saw me completely naked. “Shit, you are so beautiful,” he said. “I’ve been trying to
get a look at you naked for a long time. You’re perfect, Mom.”

“Thank you, Ethan. We shouldn’t have done this so you really, really need to keep this a secret. I think
it’s your turn for some relief. Let me get these shorts off of you.” I grabbed the waistband of his boxers
and pulled them down until his cock sprung up and slapped back against his stomach. For such a young
boy, he had a really nice cock. I think he’s going to be a big boy. It was already a bit over 6” in length and
thicker than I would have thought a young boy would have. I wanted to jump right on it, but that would
have just been going too far. I pulled his boxers the rest of the way off over his feet so he was as naked
as I was. I ran my hands up and down his whole body feeling every inch of my boy.

I got to his cock and I grabbed a hold of it and he let out a big groan. I could tell he wasn’t going to last
long. It was a shame because I would have liked to spend a long time stoking, kissing and sucking that
beautiful cock. That would have to wait for another time, if there was another time. I simply leaned over
and took his cock into my mouth and started licking around the head and applying suction. “Oh, shit,
Mom, that feels so good. It’s too good. I feel like I’m ready to cum already. Damn. I wanted to …” He
didn’t finish the sentence because he was firing jet after jet of cum into my mouth. My son’s cum was
delicious. I wanted more. I jacked and squeezed his cock as much as I could to coax out every drop I
could get. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and swallowed what was left. Then I dropped down and
started licking his balls and sucking first one and then the other one into my mouth. At the same time, I
was rubbing his cock up and down to try to get him hard again. I just wasn’t sure where I would put it if
it got hard again. I wanted it in my pussy, but knew that was going way over the line. Ah, who was I
kidding. We’d crossed the line big time when his tongue hit my pussy.

Should I give myself totally to my son? Is it time he became the man of the house? These were the
thoughts I was wrestling with while licking and sucking his balls and cock. I’m a bad mother.

Chapter 2

“Mom, you tasted so good. Did I do it right,” Ethan asked? “Yes, Sweetie, you did it very right but we
really shouldn’t have done that.” “I know, Mom,” Ethan replied, “but I’ve been watching you walk
around this house for so long half naked that I just couldn’t take it anymore. I’m sorry, but you’re just
the hottest mother ever.” “Then I guess it’s my fault,” I replied. “I’m sorry that I’ve gotten you so worked
up. I should have known better that a boy your age would have raging hormones and could take just so
much teasing. Although, honest, Ethan, I wasn’t trying to tease you. I just like being comfortable.”

“That’s okay, Mom. Get as comfortable as you want. Believe me, I won’t mind if you walk around here
naked.” I responded, “While that sounds like fun and would be comfortable, I’d just be teasing you more
than I already have. I don’t think that’s a good idea. On the other hand, I’ve got to tell you that I
wouldn’t mind you teasing me a bit by walking around here naked. You’re getting a really nice body on
you and your cock is lovely. Oh, Ethan, what am I saying? This is not supposed to happen. If nothing else,
it’s illegal. I would like nothing more than for you to be the man of the house and for me to be here for
your pleasure. But, it’s just wrong. I don’t know what to do.”

“I don’t know, either, Mom. I just know I loved what we did and want to do it more. I’d be very happy if
you teach me about sex. Show me how to really satisfy a girl, Mom.” “Oh, Ethan, it’s just wrong. You’re
my son. You’re too young. It’s illegal. I love you, honey, but we shouldn’t have done that, even though
both of us liked it.”
All that was coming out of my mouth while my hands were still fondling my son. He was already hard
again in my hand. It was right there. What was I to do? I did the only thing a woman could do? I took his
cock back into my mouth. This time, I took my time. I licked and sucked that beautiful cock. I licked and
sucked each of his balls. I wanted his cock in my pussy so badly, but I just couldn’t do it. I didn’t know
how long I’d be able to hold out. How could we put the genie back in the bottle now? He’d licked my
pussy and I’ve sucked his dick. Is fucking really that much worse? It seemed like it, but I wanted him
inside me so badly.

Ethan lasted pretty long that second time. He was making all these cute sounds I’d never heard from
him. Finally, I felt his dick get harder and swelled a bit and I knew he was ready to cum. I thought about
giving him a nasty thrill and taking it all on my face, but thought that’s probably not a view of his mother
he should see. So, I greedily gulped down his delicious cum.

Ethan was about ready to fall asleep, but I didn’t want him sleeping. I wanted his tongue back on my
pussy. I got on top of him and straddled his waist. With that view, he could see all of my naked body. He
reached up immediately to fondle my tits. “Your tits are so perfect, Mom,” Ethan said. “You are so
beautiful. I’ve wanted to see you naked for so long. You’re hotter than I even imagined. I can’t believe
I’m holding your tits after you’ve just sucked my dick. Is this a dream?”

“No, Ethan,” I said, “it’s not a dream. I don’t know where we go from here though. We shouldn’t be
doing this but I’ve missed having a man in my bed and you are growing into suck a handsome man.
There’s nobody I love more in this world than you. We shouldn’t be doing this, but I haven’t felt this
good and sexy in years. I just don’t know what to do. Let’s just enjoy each other for a while longer and
we’ll figure this out later when we have time to reflect on what we’ve done. But for now, I need you. I
want to feel your hands, lips and tongue all over my body. I need your tongue back on my pussy. Lick
mommy’s pussy, Ethan. Please lick my pussy.”

I didn’t have to ask him twice. He did what was probably a wrestling move he learned in school and he
had me flipped onto my back before I could blink. He got between my legs and I opened them as wide as
I could. He put his hands under me and grabbed my ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed. Then he slid
his hands down to my thighs and lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders, leaned forward, and
started licking my pussy. It was heavenly.

“Oh, yes, Ethan, lick mommy’s pussy. Suck on my clit, baby. I want to cum so bad. It feels so good. Don’t
stop.” Then, I felt a finger at my vagina. He circled it around and around getting it wet with the juices
that were flowing out of me. He plunged that finger into my pussy. The last time he did that, I came
immediately, but this time I held back. I wanted more. “Put in another finger. I need more,” I pleaded
with him. He pulled back on his hand and pushed two fingers into me. It was getting closer to the
fullness of a real cock but still wasn’t enough. I pleaded for more and Ethan now had three fingers in me
and was starting to pound my pussy with his hand while licking and sucking on my clit. I hadn’t felt
anything that good in years. My trusty vibrator didn’t feel near as good as Ethan’s hand.

Each time he shoved his hand into my pussy, he scraped past my g-spot. I didn’t take the time right then
to explain that sensitive part of a pussy; that’s something for later. I still felt good and combined with his
mouth on my clit, I started in on the best orgasm I’d had in years; may be ever. I grabbed Ethan’s head
and pressed him hard against my clit to keep him there so he could ride the waves of my orgasm with
me. When it was just too much, I pushed his head away and grabbed my own pussy and held on while I
finished my orgasm. It seemed like it lasted for minutes.

Ethan climbed up and laid fully on top of me. His cock was starting to harden again and I could feel it
pressed into my pubic bone. I wished I could put it in my pussy. Ethan brought his lips to mine to kiss me
and, instead, I started licking my pussy juices off of his face. I love the taste of my pussy and I loved that I
was licking it off of my son’s face. How wrong is that? And then our mouths were pressed together and
our tongues were in each other’s mouth. This wasn’t a mother/son kiss. This was the kiss of lovers. Oh,
what had I done? How could something so wrong, feel so right? It took every last piece of will I had left
to not grab his cock and shove it into my pussy. I wanted him inside me so much at that moment, but I
resisted. Barely.

Ethan eventually rolled off of me and his cock was hard as a rock again. But he closed his eyes and in no
time, he was asleep. I closed my eyes as well and relived all that we’d done that morning. I fell asleep
with a smile on my face.

Chapter 3

We woke up around lunch time. I could still taste Ethan’s cum in my mouth. I savored the taste. I
watched Ethan stir and slowly wake up. “Hey,” I said. “Hey, Mom,” Ethan replied. “So, this wasn’t a
dream,” he asked. “No, honey, it wasn’t a dream. I just hope it doesn’t turn into a nightmare. What we
did was beautiful, but it was wrong. I don’t know where we go from here. It’s not something we can just
ignore and pretend never happened.”

Ethan seemed to think about it and said, “Mom, this has been the best morning of my life. I don’t care if
society thinks it’s wrong. I want you to feel the pleasure you’ve been missing for all these years and I
love the feel of your naked body against me. It’s the best feeling ever. I don’t want to stop this, Mom. I
want more. I want to make love to you. I want you to teach me to be a good lover. No one will ever
know about us, I promise. We can’t stop this now that we just started. It was too good for it to end.
Please, Mom.”

“Let me think about this, Ethan. I agree it was wonderful and I don’t regret what we’ve done. I’m just
concerned about what would happen if we continue. The problem is that the more we do, the more
we’ll want it to continue. But, at some point, it will have to end. You’ll fall in love with a girl you meet. Or
maybe I’ll meet someone I fall in love with. Either way, it would have to end and one or both of us will
be hurt. I can’t bear the thought of hurting you or losing you. This is something I need to think about and
you should to. Don’t just think with that great cock of yours. Use the big head and give this serious
thought about what it would mean in the future. For today, I’ll make a compromise. No more sex, but, if
you want, I’ll stay naked for you all day so you can look at me all you want. I love the way you look at me
so, I don’t mind. How’s that?”
“That’s a good start, Mom. How about you stay naked and you just let me feel, kiss or lick your perfect
tits. I don’t think I could look at them all day without needing to touch them.” I knew he was right. I
couldn’t tease him all day with my nudity and not expect he’d be ready to explode if he couldn’t at least
touch me. “Okay, Ethan. That’s a deal, but my tits only. You can look at my pussy, if you want, but no
touching.”

“Thanks, Mom. This is going to be a great day. Do you want me to stay naked so you can look at my
dick?” “Oh, Ethan,” I said, “I love looking at your dick, but if I see it all day and see it getting hard when
you play with my tits, I’m going to need to touch it or more. I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be
naked. Just wear a pair of boxers or something.” Ethan replied, “We can try that, but I’ll probably be
hard most of the day and it will be uncomfortable in my shorts. I’ll need to at least take it out sometimes
and rub it.” “Let’s just try, Ethan. I know this is a mistake buts let’s try to be good today.”

We got up and I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and pee. I decided I needed a shower so I
turned it on and got it warm. I stepped in, closed the door and tilted my head back and just let the water
stream over my head. I’ve always felt that to be soothing. Suddenly, the shower door opened and Ethan
stepped in. “Ethan, what are you doing? This isn’t part of our plan for the day.” “I know, Mom,” Ethan
replied, “but I’ve always heard that it’s fun when two people shower together and I thought this might
be my only shot at showering with you. Let me stay, Mom. Please?”

I just can’t seem to deny my son anything. I let him stay and we ended up soaping each other’s bodies
and enjoying soapy hugs. We were also making out like teenagers. Well, I was acting like a teenager.
Ethan was acting his age. I hadn’t felt love like this in so long, I just didn’t know how to stop it and,
truthfully, I didn’t want to. I ended up giving Ethan a soapy hand job and letting him cum all over my tits.
I had that urge again to let him cum on my face, but it still seemed so wrong for my son to do that. I
don’t know why I had such an urge for him to do it, though.

We finally got out of the bathroom and I went down to the kitchen nude to make us some lunch. I loved
being naked and walking around the house. I’d always wanted to but didn’t because of Ethan. But I’d
always worn as little as possible around the house. I asked Ethan what he wanted to do after lunch and
he said what he really wanted to do was to make love to me. I wished I could have done that, but,
instead, we settled for my trying to explain some things about having sex so that he’ll be better
prepared when the time comes.

I explained to him about the g-spot and how he’d touched it earlier but how to really stimulate the spot
during oral sex to make a woman go wild. I spread my legs and pulled back my clit hood and showed him
my clit which he had licked and sucked, but not really looked at. I explained about how sensitive it gets
during orgasm such that he either needed to release it entirely or press his tongue firmly against it
without moving it around while the girl orgasms.

I should have known better than to give him all this instruction and visuals. As I should have expected,
he was hard as a rock and his cock was trying desperately to be released from his shorts. He finally
couldn’t take it any longer and pulled down his shorts and started jacking off right in front of me. God, I
wanted that cock inside me so badly. I knew he needed to cum so the question was where to put it. I
had said we wouldn’t have any more sex today so I couldn’t put it in my mouth or my pussy where it
belonged. I came up with an alternative.

“Ethan, straddle my body and when you’re ready, cum all over my tits.” “Really, Mom,” he exclaimed!
“Yes, Ethan, cum for mama. Cover my tits in your cum.” In a flash, Ethan was straddling my body and
looking down at my tits while jacking off that hard cock. He reached out with his other hand and
grabbed a nipple and started pulling on it and pinching it. “Oh, Mom, I love your tits. I’ve wanted to cum
on them for so long. I’m going to cover them in cum. Oh, here it cums. Oh, oh, ahh.” And cum he did. He
must have fired at least seven times. The first shot hit my neck and up to my chin and then the rest he
aimed better at my tits. I was streaked in his heavenly cum.

Ethan was still straddling me trying to catch his breath when I started scooping up his cum in my fingers
and licking it off. I love his cum and didn’t want to waste it. I kept scooping it up and licking my fingers
while Ethan watched. My son was watching me feverishly licking up his cum. I wasn’t doing a very good
job of curbing our sexual activities, but I couldn’t help myself.

When there wasn’t enough to scoop up any more, I started to rub the rest into my tits. Ethan liked
watching me rub my tits, but he soon took over and didn’t’ seem to mind that he was rubbing his own
cum into my skin. He finally got off of me and just slumped onto the couch next to me. We just sat there
for quite a while without talking. Ethan finally broke the silence.

“Mom, I know you think what we’ve been doing is wrong, but I see that you enjoy it as much as me.
Why should we care what outside people would think when they’ll never know about us? I don’t think
either one of us could stop at this point and I don’t think either one of us wants to stop. I know I sure
don’t. I want more. Mom, I want to make love with you. I want to sleep in your bed at night so we can
make love whenever we want. Let’s not worry about what may or may not happen years from now. We
both want and need each other. I know you need this. You have a choice. Either start dating and
enjoying life and sex again, or enjoy life and sex with me. If you’d rather be with someone other than me
then do it, but I can’t take watching such a beautiful woman starving for affection when I’m right here
and willing to take care of it. You need to make your decision, because I already have.”

“You’re wiser than your years, Grasshopper,” I said. I think that line went over his head but oh well.
“Just give me some time, Ethan. You’re right that I’m starving for affection and you’re right that I don’t
want us to stop. I love you. I can’t just think about myself and my needs. I’m your mother and have to
think about your needs and your future. If it were just about my needs, I’d take you up to my bedroom
right now and make love with you all night. There’s really nothing I’d love to do more than that. But it’s
just not that simple. I wish it was, but it just isn’t.”

I got up and went to my room and laid down on my bed. I needed to think. However, while thinking
about Ethan and what we were doing, my fingers automatically found my clit and started rubbing. I
thought I was being quiet, but apparently, I wasn’t as quiet as I thought. After coming down from my
orgasm, I glanced at the doorway to see Ethan standing there watching me. “I could have helped with
that,” he said. Then he turned and left.