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It was an accident that we’d both been hoping for…
We used to have this boxer-sharpei mutt Bear, who was supposed to be a guard dog but was too sweet to everyone except the neighbors’ yappy dog. He died in 2010 but we loved him up till the end, possibly because he brought us closer.
Mom was single and I had no brother or sister so we needed a guard dog especially when I was too young to defend the homestead. It wasn’t a bad area but Mom still worried – she carried a butcher knife in her bath robe when I was a toddler. To train Bear to protect us, Mom used to “hit” me. It was just playing but Bear would yelp and jump at Mom and occasionally pull down her low-cut blouse giving me an extra peek at her cleavage (I didn’t get to see any more at these times but it was a nice tease). Then in return, I’d “hit” Mom playfully and Bear would “attack” me. As I got older, I realized Bear knew this was just playing but when we first got the dog I thought this was serious training.
When I was maybe eleven or so, the play-hitting turned to wrestling, still playing but it was a workout too. Mom could still put up a fight when we started. She’d sometimes just come up behind me for a hug and keep squeezing and I knew a bout was starting so I’d try freeing myself or spinning around so I was facing her or even reversing the hold so I was behind her, squeezing her. This was when I started to feel something for her. She was my mom, I loved her, and I had already started masturbating so it felt kind of good pressing my little willy against her. Occasionally Mom would stop our match, claiming she was too tired to continue or had to get to work or just that we should stop. I don’t remember exactly, but I think maybe she only did this when she felt my erection stirring.
I was still at an age where I kissed my mom on the lips, just innocently, but a friend came over and saw me do it. He teased me mercilessly for it and after that I stopped kissing her unless she made me. I even stopped hugging her unless she made me. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to – I really wanted to, but I was starting to understand that I had an attraction to Mom. It was romantic but mostly sexual and of course the love every boy feels for his mom. But it was also wrong. I don’t know why I thought that, other than my friend, but I knew society looked down on it even though it felt so natural to love Mom. But as far as I knew it was wrong. And I didn’t want to be wrong.
She sat me down once and said, “I know you’re turning into a big strong man (she said this a bit mockingly), but you’ll always be my boy. I don’t mind if you stay away from me – it means you’re becoming independent, an adult, a man. I’d rather you have your own life than be a mama’s boy forever.”
I told her I loved her. I had been consciously making an effort to separate us and she called me on it. So in my head, I made a commitment that I’d hug her every day. It had been long enough, a year or two, that kissing her on the lips seemed too weird to start again, and even on the cheek felt odd. It felt more romantic than just how sons naturally behave.
Because of all our wrestling, I joined the wrestling team at middle school and then high school. I wasn’t good but I at least got fit. My scrawny body got some lean muscle. I was pretty proud of that and I loved showing off to whoever including Mom. I’d wear cut-offs and walk around shirtless. I’d flex and growl for her and wrestle with her and pin her to the ground. It was still just playing, of course, and the immature i****tuous love I felt for her was still just an uneasy feeling whenever my crotch rubbed against her for a second.
Mom worked as a nurse on the nightshift. It seemed perfect to me. She’d work while I slept, then while I was at school, she’d sleep. But my senior year of high school, this change. She had been working “per diem” which I guess means when they needed her. It paid more but was less reliable. Normally she worked about 30 hours a week but over the summer, they stopped calling her. People were still getting sick, but the hospital had to make cuts and per diem nurses got paid most, so they got cut first. She didn’t work at all in July and I remember Mom had a paper route because she was strapped for cash. I worked it with her and though I hated early mornings, it was a great time. We’d blast the stereo and sometimes deliver papers in old Halloween costumes. She once went as a lifeguard. It was a one-piece but still, wow! She had the boobs and legs for it, I think so anyways.
But I was eating ravenously, more so than most teens so I could carbo-load for training and I wanted a gym membership and also a home gym with dumbbells from 2.5 lbs. to 60 lbs. I didn’t really understand we couldn’t afford everything till she asked me to find a job. I worked retail and hated it and got asked to resign after about six months, which was crap since I also got Star employee statuses for two months after customers commended my great service. All my money went to Mom, except what she used to spoil me with weekend pizza and my workout stuff. But because I working so much, I had to drop wrestling.
I discussed it at length with my mom beforehand. I asked her how much we needed the money. “Bad.” Our car was getting too costly to constantly repair and we needed a new used one. Even a $3,000 rust bucket was too much for us but we needed a car. But I really loved wrestling. Possibly because it reminded me of those times with Mom (not in a sexual way) or maybe because I liked being fit and having something in common with my meathead friends – we didn’t share too many other bonds and when I quit, we separated and I never looked back. But I loved the sport and those idiots at the time so I suggested if I could work just weekends or only 20 hours a week. But Mom was being unreasonable, or so I thought.
“How about YOU start working!” I yelled. Bear came running in the room, barking and jumping on us. It’s the only time I made my dog yelp in pain. He jumped on me and I shoved him off and cried. I immediately apologized. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” I was saying it to everyone, Bear, my mom, myself.
I stomped to my room so no one would see me about to cry. It wasn’t a big sob but just frustration and exhaustion had gotten to me so I was getting all teary. But as I got my pillow wet and disgusting with my tears and snot, I started making myself cry more. I’d tell myself things that I knew weren’t true like “Nobody likes you, that’s why you never go out” or “Your teachers give you Cs and Bs because they hate you too.” I just wanted to have a big cry and get everything out that’d been building up for too long. I even said, “Even your mom hates you!”
Mom came in and talked to me after I was finished crying. She seemed to know exactly how much time I needed. She opened the door and Bear rushed in and licked my salty face which I liked because I thought it looked like I was just wet with drool and not tears. Mom sat down and told me how I was being a man and that maybe she had been too dependent on me for helping around the house. I was just a k** after all, even if I was 17. She said she could probably manage while wrestling lasted but that after “the playoffs or whatever” (as she put it), I had to help as much as I could again.
I agreed. I played it cool but I was really excited and I think she saw that because she kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for being the man of the house. I got up and hugged and kissed her too, again on the cheek but the corner of our lips accidentally touched too.
I think it was a mix of the excitement of the situation and the kiss, but once she left I closed my door and slowly jerked off. I started by thinking about this Jewish girl at my school who had big tits that everyone gossiped were fake though we all knew they weren’t. But something happened in my head where Mom kept popping in. I resisted at first and forced myself to think about the Jewish girl, but when Mom intruded into my fantasy, it felt really good… so I let her stay, I let her participate – and she was wild in my dreams! And when I finished, I moaned “Mawwww-m.”
This is a bit disgusting but we’re already talking about i****t so might as well share it all. When I shot my load, I was so excited it hit my chin. It’s done it since but never when thinking about other women.
Anyway, after my first jerk-off session fantasizing about Mom, I was disgusted with myself – but I had also admitted I really wanted her. It wasn’t just an uncomfortable inkling in my loins. It was really, truly what I wanted. I wanted to fuck my mom. And that night, I jerked off again just to see how great it felt when I thought about her from the start, and I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about her again.
Now that I had accepted my i****tuous feelings, it was a new and exciting taboo that got me thinking about other ways to enhance this experience. I had never been interested in panties before but I’d seen it on movies and in porn so I thought I’d give it a try. It worked great because Bear often stole her dirty panties to eat the crotch that was scented with her motherly juices. So she just scolded the dog after I stole some of her sheer, lacy panties. I didn’t get off on sniffing them too much but I loved fantasizing about what she looked like in them. They were so thin I wondered if I could see her pussy through them, count the pubic hair. And I wondered if she kept the ones Bear ate the crotch of, and I wondered what she looked like in them, how sexy it’d be to have such easy access. Oh and if she wore a skirt!
Well, you can probably guess that I was obsessed. I’d wash my cum stains from her panties in the sink then let them dry and bury them in the couch. Every day I’d find that Bear had been burying them here.
Every morning I’d see her coming out of the shower in her robe (nothing particularly sexy but she made it seem so), and then I’d enjoy myself in the shower thinking about the towel she just used or wondering if that was her pubic hair on the soap or just sniffing the shampoo she used because it smelled like her (or I guess she smelled like it). After school when I got home I’d hug her and hold myself against her a little too long then it was straight to my room for “homework.” Sometimes at dinner, I’d caress myself under the table as we talked. I must’ve been jerking off five times a day to her. After a while I got pretty sore but it only mattered after I was finished since I enjoyed it during too much.
Wrestling season ended. It was my first year making it to sectionals, like the first round of the playoffs, and Mom came to see. Usually she just came to home matches but this was an hour and a half away and she came anyway even though I told her she didn’t have to. I was crazy nervous because I knew I’d lose. She took me behind the stands where no one could see and gave me a hug and a kiss so as not to embarrass me. She told me “I love you.” There weren’t any empty words of encouragement but it made me feel invincible anyway. I lost almost immediately. I didn’t even lose to the guy who eventually won our weight class. I’m pretty sure the guy who beat me lost his next match, then that guy lost his next match, and so on and so on till I was just the biggest loser.
I was about to shower, just sitting on my bed shirtless and sweaty still, waiting for the motivation to get up and do something. Mom saw I was pretty down now that wrestling season was over. It was my last season as a wrestler ever since I wasn’t good enough for college-level. She hugged me even though I stunk of sweat and kissed my cheek and told me I did a great job even if I lost. She even suggested the other boy had cheated.
I mentioned our deal about working full-time again and said “I guess I should request more hours now” (I was still working part-time). She grabbed me by my face and gave me a big kiss on the lips. It was nothing romantic, but still it kind of turned me on. My heart was racing from the excitement and also the fantasy that something might come next and then the fear that she might see me getting turned on. I think I was blushing too. She said I could take it easy for another week or two because I deserved some down-time to just enjoy life. I told her I’d probably keep training and working out because I couldn’t give up wrestling so easy. She reminded me how we used to wrestle and said I could always practice moves with her. I wrapped my arms around her and growled but kissed her cheek and said “Thanks, Mom.”
I kissed her again.
She squirmed in my bear-hug and chinned my shoulder. She was pretty strong! Or I was just tired from wrestling. Either way, she got free. She wrapped me from behind and her hands were on my arms. I kind of flexed for her to feel how manly I was. She slid her hands up my arms and because I was shirtless, one of her thumbs even accidentally touched my nipple. While struggling in her grip, my hand accidentally touched her butt. She turned me around so I was facing her. I stuck my tongue out at her and she did the same and while we wrestled, they accidentally touched. It seemed very sexual to me but I knew she was probably just playing around, but that didn’t stop me from getting a little stiff down there. And it was pressing against her thigh.
I was embarrassed and quickly got free. But I didn’t want to stop wrestling with my beautiful mom. For whatever reason, I thought my penis pressing into the back of her thigh was better than the front so I locked my arms around her from the back. At first my arms were on her stomach, but I was tempted to move up a little. This was my chance to cop a feel. She hadn’t stopped us when I touched her butt. She didn’t stop when our tongues accidentally touched. She hadn’t noticed my chubby against her or if she had, she hadn’t cared or known that it was erect. So why not? Just a little touch…
When my hands were in heaven, my grip on her loosened. But she didn’t get free. Instead she turned around so she was facing me and I was staring at her and her hands were stuck by her thighs and one accidentally touched my hard-on and then she fell back and I was on top of her.
I tried to get off at first, out of instinct, but she put her arms around me and held me there. She had a seductive smile on her face like she knew what was going on too. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t say anything or do anything. She leaned forward and kissed my lips and suddenly her hands weren’t on my back but on my head pulling me into her. Her tongue slipped between my lips and licked my teeth. It wasn’t my first French kiss, obviously, but suddenly I forgot how. My tongue just sat there while she tagged it, flicked it, swirled around it with her tongue. This was better than all those girls I’d kissed (there’d only been about four of them). Maybe it was her technique but it was also know “I’m making out with my mom!” Finally my tongue started working too, but right as I was remembering how to kiss, she stopped.
Oh god! She just recognized what had been happening. She realized she was kissing HER SON! Oh god, oh god. I was terrified in that second.
But she switched positions with me and rolled me on my back. She pulled off my shorts and my hard dick bounced like a car antenna being flicked. She slowly jerked it with both hands. I couldn’t even see it but I wasn’t looking at her. She had her eyes locked on me so I stared at her. Then she bent over and I could see down her blouse – god her tits were great! And so were her hands! I didn’t have much to compare it to – my hand and Janie’s since I’d only been jerked off by one other girl. Normally the tip was too sensitive for me to even consider without lube or lotion but in her hands, that sensitivity turned to pure pleasure.
She got on her knees while I just stared, still too dumbfounded to do anything but accept this. She started sucking while jerking me off still. She kept brushing her long hair out of the way so she could stare at me as she did it. It felt like she was trying to suck me dry and squeeze out every last drop. Her tongue swirled while she sucked and jerked. She asked me where I wanted it. I didn’t know what she meant but so she just kept going till suddenly I came in her mouth. A little dribbled down her cleavage.
She lay on the bed next to me. I was naked, she was still clothed but with some cum on her chin. I was panting and just shocked while she smiled. “You did great today.” I kissed her again because I didn’t know what else to do. She laughed and said, “You know you just came in there.”
I didn’t care. I kissed her again. I kissed my mom again.
After a few minutes of holding her she got up and said, “Next time you want to use my panties for some fun, you have to take them off me yourself. And maybe try using your teeth.”
It was an odd relationship. We were somewhere between lovers and fuck buddies. We went on dates, but people thought we were just mother and son going out. Sometimes waitresses would even say, “Aww, isn’t that cute? A boy taking his mother for a little date.” If the girl was cute, Mom would try and get her number for me. Sometimes it worked, sometimes I was just embarrassed. When I was single, we had sex. When I was in the beginning stages of a relationship, when the girl and I were “talking,” sometimes Mom would give me a blowjob or have me eat her out but we usually didn’t have sex. I’m 23 and just out of college, so living at home for a bit. This still goes on sometimes, but right now Mom is dating someone so I let him make her happy. I can’t settle down and marry my mom or anything so I know our arrangement is temporary, but I still get a bit jealous of her guy. She’s nice enough not to bring him home.
We used to have this boxer-sharpei mutt Bear, who was supposed to be a guard dog but was too sweet to everyone except the neighbors’ yappy dog. He died in 2010 but we loved him up till the end, possibly because he brought us closer.
Mom was single and I had no brother or sister so we needed a guard dog especially when I was too young to defend the homestead. It wasn’t a bad area but Mom still worried – she carried a butcher knife in her bath robe when I was a toddler. To train Bear to protect us, Mom used to “hit” me. It was just playing but Bear would yelp and jump at Mom and occasionally pull down her low-cut blouse giving me an extra peek at her cleavage (I didn’t get to see any more at these times but it was a nice tease). Then in return, I’d “hit” Mom playfully and Bear would “attack” me. As I got older, I realized Bear knew this was just playing but when we first got the dog I thought this was serious training.
When I was maybe eleven or so, the play-hitting turned to wrestling, still playing but it was a workout too. Mom could still put up a fight when we started. She’d sometimes just come up behind me for a hug and keep squeezing and I knew a bout was starting so I’d try freeing myself or spinning around so I was facing her or even reversing the hold so I was behind her, squeezing her. This was when I started to feel something for her. She was my mom, I loved her, and I had already started masturbating so it felt kind of good pressing my little willy against her. Occasionally Mom would stop our match, claiming she was too tired to continue or had to get to work or just that we should stop. I don’t remember exactly, but I think maybe she only did this when she felt my erection stirring.
I was still at an age where I kissed my mom on the lips, just innocently, but a friend came over and saw me do it. He teased me mercilessly for it and after that I stopped kissing her unless she made me. I even stopped hugging her unless she made me. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to – I really wanted to, but I was starting to understand that I had an attraction to Mom. It was romantic but mostly sexual and of course the love every boy feels for his mom. But it was also wrong. I don’t know why I thought that, other than my friend, but I knew society looked down on it even though it felt so natural to love Mom. But as far as I knew it was wrong. And I didn’t want to be wrong.
She sat me down once and said, “I know you’re turning into a big strong man (she said this a bit mockingly), but you’ll always be my boy. I don’t mind if you stay away from me – it means you’re becoming independent, an adult, a man. I’d rather you have your own life than be a mama’s boy forever.”
I told her I loved her. I had been consciously making an effort to separate us and she called me on it. So in my head, I made a commitment that I’d hug her every day. It had been long enough, a year or two, that kissing her on the lips seemed too weird to start again, and even on the cheek felt odd. It felt more romantic than just how sons naturally behave.
Because of all our wrestling, I joined the wrestling team at middle school and then high school. I wasn’t good but I at least got fit. My scrawny body got some lean muscle. I was pretty proud of that and I loved showing off to whoever including Mom. I’d wear cut-offs and walk around shirtless. I’d flex and growl for her and wrestle with her and pin her to the ground. It was still just playing, of course, and the immature i****tuous love I felt for her was still just an uneasy feeling whenever my crotch rubbed against her for a second.
Mom worked as a nurse on the nightshift. It seemed perfect to me. She’d work while I slept, then while I was at school, she’d sleep. But my senior year of high school, this change. She had been working “per diem” which I guess means when they needed her. It paid more but was less reliable. Normally she worked about 30 hours a week but over the summer, they stopped calling her. People were still getting sick, but the hospital had to make cuts and per diem nurses got paid most, so they got cut first. She didn’t work at all in July and I remember Mom had a paper route because she was strapped for cash. I worked it with her and though I hated early mornings, it was a great time. We’d blast the stereo and sometimes deliver papers in old Halloween costumes. She once went as a lifeguard. It was a one-piece but still, wow! She had the boobs and legs for it, I think so anyways.
But I was eating ravenously, more so than most teens so I could carbo-load for training and I wanted a gym membership and also a home gym with dumbbells from 2.5 lbs. to 60 lbs. I didn’t really understand we couldn’t afford everything till she asked me to find a job. I worked retail and hated it and got asked to resign after about six months, which was crap since I also got Star employee statuses for two months after customers commended my great service. All my money went to Mom, except what she used to spoil me with weekend pizza and my workout stuff. But because I working so much, I had to drop wrestling.
I discussed it at length with my mom beforehand. I asked her how much we needed the money. “Bad.” Our car was getting too costly to constantly repair and we needed a new used one. Even a $3,000 rust bucket was too much for us but we needed a car. But I really loved wrestling. Possibly because it reminded me of those times with Mom (not in a sexual way) or maybe because I liked being fit and having something in common with my meathead friends – we didn’t share too many other bonds and when I quit, we separated and I never looked back. But I loved the sport and those idiots at the time so I suggested if I could work just weekends or only 20 hours a week. But Mom was being unreasonable, or so I thought.
“How about YOU start working!” I yelled. Bear came running in the room, barking and jumping on us. It’s the only time I made my dog yelp in pain. He jumped on me and I shoved him off and cried. I immediately apologized. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” I was saying it to everyone, Bear, my mom, myself.
I stomped to my room so no one would see me about to cry. It wasn’t a big sob but just frustration and exhaustion had gotten to me so I was getting all teary. But as I got my pillow wet and disgusting with my tears and snot, I started making myself cry more. I’d tell myself things that I knew weren’t true like “Nobody likes you, that’s why you never go out” or “Your teachers give you Cs and Bs because they hate you too.” I just wanted to have a big cry and get everything out that’d been building up for too long. I even said, “Even your mom hates you!”
Mom came in and talked to me after I was finished crying. She seemed to know exactly how much time I needed. She opened the door and Bear rushed in and licked my salty face which I liked because I thought it looked like I was just wet with drool and not tears. Mom sat down and told me how I was being a man and that maybe she had been too dependent on me for helping around the house. I was just a k** after all, even if I was 17. She said she could probably manage while wrestling lasted but that after “the playoffs or whatever” (as she put it), I had to help as much as I could again.
I agreed. I played it cool but I was really excited and I think she saw that because she kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for being the man of the house. I got up and hugged and kissed her too, again on the cheek but the corner of our lips accidentally touched too.
I think it was a mix of the excitement of the situation and the kiss, but once she left I closed my door and slowly jerked off. I started by thinking about this Jewish girl at my school who had big tits that everyone gossiped were fake though we all knew they weren’t. But something happened in my head where Mom kept popping in. I resisted at first and forced myself to think about the Jewish girl, but when Mom intruded into my fantasy, it felt really good… so I let her stay, I let her participate – and she was wild in my dreams! And when I finished, I moaned “Mawwww-m.”
This is a bit disgusting but we’re already talking about i****t so might as well share it all. When I shot my load, I was so excited it hit my chin. It’s done it since but never when thinking about other women.
Anyway, after my first jerk-off session fantasizing about Mom, I was disgusted with myself – but I had also admitted I really wanted her. It wasn’t just an uncomfortable inkling in my loins. It was really, truly what I wanted. I wanted to fuck my mom. And that night, I jerked off again just to see how great it felt when I thought about her from the start, and I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about her again.
Now that I had accepted my i****tuous feelings, it was a new and exciting taboo that got me thinking about other ways to enhance this experience. I had never been interested in panties before but I’d seen it on movies and in porn so I thought I’d give it a try. It worked great because Bear often stole her dirty panties to eat the crotch that was scented with her motherly juices. So she just scolded the dog after I stole some of her sheer, lacy panties. I didn’t get off on sniffing them too much but I loved fantasizing about what she looked like in them. They were so thin I wondered if I could see her pussy through them, count the pubic hair. And I wondered if she kept the ones Bear ate the crotch of, and I wondered what she looked like in them, how sexy it’d be to have such easy access. Oh and if she wore a skirt!
Well, you can probably guess that I was obsessed. I’d wash my cum stains from her panties in the sink then let them dry and bury them in the couch. Every day I’d find that Bear had been burying them here.
Every morning I’d see her coming out of the shower in her robe (nothing particularly sexy but she made it seem so), and then I’d enjoy myself in the shower thinking about the towel she just used or wondering if that was her pubic hair on the soap or just sniffing the shampoo she used because it smelled like her (or I guess she smelled like it). After school when I got home I’d hug her and hold myself against her a little too long then it was straight to my room for “homework.” Sometimes at dinner, I’d caress myself under the table as we talked. I must’ve been jerking off five times a day to her. After a while I got pretty sore but it only mattered after I was finished since I enjoyed it during too much.
Wrestling season ended. It was my first year making it to sectionals, like the first round of the playoffs, and Mom came to see. Usually she just came to home matches but this was an hour and a half away and she came anyway even though I told her she didn’t have to. I was crazy nervous because I knew I’d lose. She took me behind the stands where no one could see and gave me a hug and a kiss so as not to embarrass me. She told me “I love you.” There weren’t any empty words of encouragement but it made me feel invincible anyway. I lost almost immediately. I didn’t even lose to the guy who eventually won our weight class. I’m pretty sure the guy who beat me lost his next match, then that guy lost his next match, and so on and so on till I was just the biggest loser.
I was about to shower, just sitting on my bed shirtless and sweaty still, waiting for the motivation to get up and do something. Mom saw I was pretty down now that wrestling season was over. It was my last season as a wrestler ever since I wasn’t good enough for college-level. She hugged me even though I stunk of sweat and kissed my cheek and told me I did a great job even if I lost. She even suggested the other boy had cheated.
I mentioned our deal about working full-time again and said “I guess I should request more hours now” (I was still working part-time). She grabbed me by my face and gave me a big kiss on the lips. It was nothing romantic, but still it kind of turned me on. My heart was racing from the excitement and also the fantasy that something might come next and then the fear that she might see me getting turned on. I think I was blushing too. She said I could take it easy for another week or two because I deserved some down-time to just enjoy life. I told her I’d probably keep training and working out because I couldn’t give up wrestling so easy. She reminded me how we used to wrestle and said I could always practice moves with her. I wrapped my arms around her and growled but kissed her cheek and said “Thanks, Mom.”
I kissed her again.
She squirmed in my bear-hug and chinned my shoulder. She was pretty strong! Or I was just tired from wrestling. Either way, she got free. She wrapped me from behind and her hands were on my arms. I kind of flexed for her to feel how manly I was. She slid her hands up my arms and because I was shirtless, one of her thumbs even accidentally touched my nipple. While struggling in her grip, my hand accidentally touched her butt. She turned me around so I was facing her. I stuck my tongue out at her and she did the same and while we wrestled, they accidentally touched. It seemed very sexual to me but I knew she was probably just playing around, but that didn’t stop me from getting a little stiff down there. And it was pressing against her thigh.
I was embarrassed and quickly got free. But I didn’t want to stop wrestling with my beautiful mom. For whatever reason, I thought my penis pressing into the back of her thigh was better than the front so I locked my arms around her from the back. At first my arms were on her stomach, but I was tempted to move up a little. This was my chance to cop a feel. She hadn’t stopped us when I touched her butt. She didn’t stop when our tongues accidentally touched. She hadn’t noticed my chubby against her or if she had, she hadn’t cared or known that it was erect. So why not? Just a little touch…
When my hands were in heaven, my grip on her loosened. But she didn’t get free. Instead she turned around so she was facing me and I was staring at her and her hands were stuck by her thighs and one accidentally touched my hard-on and then she fell back and I was on top of her.
I tried to get off at first, out of instinct, but she put her arms around me and held me there. She had a seductive smile on her face like she knew what was going on too. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t say anything or do anything. She leaned forward and kissed my lips and suddenly her hands weren’t on my back but on my head pulling me into her. Her tongue slipped between my lips and licked my teeth. It wasn’t my first French kiss, obviously, but suddenly I forgot how. My tongue just sat there while she tagged it, flicked it, swirled around it with her tongue. This was better than all those girls I’d kissed (there’d only been about four of them). Maybe it was her technique but it was also know “I’m making out with my mom!” Finally my tongue started working too, but right as I was remembering how to kiss, she stopped.
Oh god! She just recognized what had been happening. She realized she was kissing HER SON! Oh god, oh god. I was terrified in that second.
But she switched positions with me and rolled me on my back. She pulled off my shorts and my hard dick bounced like a car antenna being flicked. She slowly jerked it with both hands. I couldn’t even see it but I wasn’t looking at her. She had her eyes locked on me so I stared at her. Then she bent over and I could see down her blouse – god her tits were great! And so were her hands! I didn’t have much to compare it to – my hand and Janie’s since I’d only been jerked off by one other girl. Normally the tip was too sensitive for me to even consider without lube or lotion but in her hands, that sensitivity turned to pure pleasure.
She got on her knees while I just stared, still too dumbfounded to do anything but accept this. She started sucking while jerking me off still. She kept brushing her long hair out of the way so she could stare at me as she did it. It felt like she was trying to suck me dry and squeeze out every last drop. Her tongue swirled while she sucked and jerked. She asked me where I wanted it. I didn’t know what she meant but so she just kept going till suddenly I came in her mouth. A little dribbled down her cleavage.
She lay on the bed next to me. I was naked, she was still clothed but with some cum on her chin. I was panting and just shocked while she smiled. “You did great today.” I kissed her again because I didn’t know what else to do. She laughed and said, “You know you just came in there.”
I didn’t care. I kissed her again. I kissed my mom again.
After a few minutes of holding her she got up and said, “Next time you want to use my panties for some fun, you have to take them off me yourself. And maybe try using your teeth.”
It was an odd relationship. We were somewhere between lovers and fuck buddies. We went on dates, but people thought we were just mother and son going out. Sometimes waitresses would even say, “Aww, isn’t that cute? A boy taking his mother for a little date.” If the girl was cute, Mom would try and get her number for me. Sometimes it worked, sometimes I was just embarrassed. When I was single, we had sex. When I was in the beginning stages of a relationship, when the girl and I were “talking,” sometimes Mom would give me a blowjob or have me eat her out but we usually didn’t have sex. I’m 23 and just out of college, so living at home for a bit. This still goes on sometimes, but right now Mom is dating someone so I let him make her happy. I can’t settle down and marry my mom or anything so I know our arrangement is temporary, but I still get a bit jealous of her guy. She’s nice enough not to bring him home.
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