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The day before the fall break, Mom was waiting for me when I came home from school and asked that I sat next to her.

Not sure what this was about, I took a seat next to her on the sofa, and she then informed me how the school had called once again, saying I still lacked in my studies.

Wow, that news bummed me out since I genuinely figured I was doing much better.

I think Mom also knew I was disappointed and said, "Are you still having trouble sleeping?"

I just slowly shook my head and then heard her say, "So what I suggested you do is working?"

"Yeah, Mom. I'm sorry, I don't understand how my grades are still down. I've been getting 'C's' on my tests."

"Well, that's it then," I heard and gave her a puzzled look. "You need to get higher grades than that since you've done so poorly in the past."

"But Mom..." I was cut off.

"No buts, Mr. You're just going to have to do better, and that's all there is to it. So get ready for me to help you again."

I sadly agreed and was just about to go sulk in my room when I heard Mom sigh loudly, "Okay, maybe quizzes aren't the answer. How about we try something a little different tonight instead?"

"Really? Like what?"

"I can't say for sure since I'm still a little foggy about this myself. But for starters, how about after supper we watch a little television before we try anything. Maybe by then, I'll have a handle on this."

I happily agreed, so after dinner, I joined Dad in the living room as he was resting in his lazy boy watching the evening news while Mom finished the dishes.

"No homework?" Dad asked as I took a seat next to him on the sofa.

"Mom suggested we watch TV first."

"Oh, okay, I guess she knows best."

The news was just about over when Mom came into the room and sat next to me.

It was at that moment when Mom settled next to me that my old wicked thoughts once again immerged from my twisted brain while I gazed upon her attire.

Mom's clothing wasn't anything special. Just an ordinary long button-down white top and a pair of tight blue jeans.

However, it was what I noticed that was affecting me.

As she bent to sit down, I spied two of her top buttons had come unclasped, revealing a small portion of her breast.

Seeing Mom's cleavage like that quickly ignited my old wicked thinking, and needless to say, my dick started to perk up.

Shaking my head, I forced myself to watch the television. Hoping it might help clear my improper contemplations and noticed Dad had changed the channel to some movie that was about to start.

However, as we watched the beginning of the movie, I caught out of the corner of my eye Mom fidgeting around with her top. I just figured Mom must have noticed the buttons herself and had fixed them because, after wards, she spread her arm across the back of the couch and asked, "So what's this movie about?"

Of course, I looked at Mom to answer but stopped short when I noticed a few more buttons were unclasped on her shirt, exposing a good portion of the top of her breast to my eyes, and stuttered, "I... I... I'm not sure."

Shockingly, Mom grinned as if she was aware of how she was affecting me and said, "Something wrong, Tucker?"

Still stunned, I just shook my head and watched as Mom turned her head swiftly towards my father and said, "What's the movie about honey."

If Dad responded, I don't know because her actions only opened her blouse more, and now I was ogling at her barely covered puppies tucked nicely behind a light-colored lacy bra.

Immediately I was stiff and started to fidget around. That's when Mom swung herself back into place, and I saw her glancing down at my swollen member and say, "Why don't you turn off the light next to you, Tucker."

Quickly, I flicked the switch, and Mom replied, "That's better, isn't it?"

"Yeah, Mom, it is."

So there I was stiff and in the darkness with my parents, trying to ever so slyly glance over at my mother's chest while she watched the movie.

However, halfway through the movie, Mom flipped her feet up on my lap and caught me square in the groin, and whispered, "You think you can massage my feet; they're really sore today."

I felt a sudden urge to thrust my already hard cock into her heel, but thankfully Mom shifted it lower onto my thigh, giving me a chance to get a grip on my craving, and croaked, "Sh... sure, Mom."

I felt the sweat building on my brow as I lightly rubbed Mom's feet while her heel rested close to my solid shaft. This was driving me wild, and I was having a hard time controlling myself. Then suddenly, Mom shifted her leg and brushed it over my tool, and I gasped.

This time I couldn't stop and heaved upward just as Mom pulled her foot away completely and tucked them under her ass, and said, "Thanks, sweetie."

My head was spinning, and I was about to say, "Anytime, Mom."

Accept that's when I noticed Dad had fallen asleep in his chair and just gave the nod instead.

I guess in my state of lost confusion, I also wasn't aware the movie had ended and heard Mom say in a barely audible tone, "Ok, head up to your room quietly, so you don't wake your father. I'm going to change, and I'll meet you there."

I nodded again and did what she said. Honestly, I had forgotten what Mom told me earlier and did what I usually do by spreading my books out all over my bed.

I swear it was only a couple of minutes before Mom entered wearing the same long white top and nothing else. I gasped as I noticed how the shirt just about covered her crotch.

But then I heard Mom say, "Okay, Tucker, I think we should discuss something before I help you."

"Huh? What? I'm ah..."

"Shhh... Just listen. I know you said masturbating to those older women was helping."

"They are. I mean were."

Mom shushed me again and said, "I couldn't help but notice which one of those women you were spending the most time looking at."

I swallowed hard as she continued, "I guess what you said is true about having sexual feelings for me because I'm sure you noticed how much that girl looked like me."

Now I was feeling guilty but noticed Mom went and locked my door before saying with a sigh, "I guess there's just one thing that I could do that might give you enough incentive to do better."

"What's that?" I replied as Mom walked closer to me.

"Take off your pants, Tucker."

"Mom?"

"Just do it before I change my mind."

I slipped off my pants and then heard Mom say, "The underwear too."

"Huh?"

Not sure where this was going, I couldn't help but start to get stiff.

Mom looked down at my half swollen cock while I watched her undo the last of the buttons and heard her say, "What I'm about to do never leaves this room, you understand?"

My hand immediately covered my hardening crotch as I croaked, "It won't."

"Good," Mom replied as she unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, letting it puddle to the floor, exposing her marvelous naked figure before my eyes for the first time.

I was in awe as I drank in Mom's beauty from head to toe while my hand uncontrollable grasped my stiff wood.

And if that wasn't enough I, then heard Mom whisper, "I want you to jerk off to me."

That was it. My hand stroked viciously up and down my shaft while Mom looked on.

This was amazing, and I was getting extremely excited, and then I heard mom coo, "So did hearing me masturbate last night get you excited?" and noticed her hand hovered in front of her mound.

Oh, Fuck! My mind screamed as I nodded.

In bewilderment, I watched as Mom's fingers lightly dabble at her clit while I was bringing myself closer to a climax.

"That's it, sweetie. Mm-hymn... That's it. Ahh... Mommy's getting wet also. Can you cum for Mommy?"

"Oh nnn. Fuck, Mom!" I groaned.

"Oh... AHH! Yes... Mommy's close also," I heard her hiss as her fingers dipped between her folds. "Cum with me. Cum with Mommy!"

"Oh fuck, Mom!" I grunted as the first of my sperm exploded out of my shaft, landing on Mom's right thigh.

"Ahhhh... Ohhhh... MMM!!" Mom whimpered while her body shuddered in front of me.

I just finished quivering all over the place when Mom reached down and picked up her shirt and said, "Okay, I want you to clean yourself up. I'll be right back, and we'll talk."

Okay, I said and watched as Mom quietly unlocked my door and peeked out before skedaddling away.

Mom returned a few minutes later, wearing her red satin pajamas, took a seat next to me on my bed, and said, "Was that better than looking at my laptop?"

"My God, Mom! Of course, it was. I can't describe how great that was."

"Okay then, listen carefully, because if you ever want that to happen again, I have some stipulations."

"Anything Mom."

"First and most importantly, your father or anyone else, for that matter, can never know that this is taking place, got it?"

I just nodded.

"Secondly, if I ever feel uncomfortable, we stop immediately. Is that clear?"

"Sure, Mom!" I eagerly replied, not caring what I agreed to.

"Lastly, this won't be a regular thing; you're going to have to earn it."

"Huh? Earn it?"

"Yes... I shouldn't be doing this with you at all. However, your condition, for some reason, is fixated on me. God knows why. I think it might give you more incentives to get better grades. So for every 'A', you get. We'll do that again. That is as long as your father isn't around at the time. I just took a big risk with him sleeping right downstairs, and I'm not going to risk it again."

"So only when Dad is away?"

"Yes, that and a good grade."

"But an A Mom? How about a B?"

"No, an A deserves something special. Is it a deal?"

"Yeah, okay, I guess," I said, pouting.

"It's that, or we go back to quizzes."

"Fine an A it is."

"Good, now get some sleep," Mom replied and left me with my thoughts.

I just watched her tight little behind wiggled out of my room and thought, God, I hope I get more A's.

I lay back and pondered over what took place and then realized Mom also got off.

This revelation made me wonder if there was a way I could get mom to do other things—more unthinkable stuff with me. I fell asleep engrossed with all the sexual things I would like to do with her, and of course, it only led to another vivid dream.

This one was of Mom naked and masturbating with me only instead of us both getting ourselves off; she leaned over and inhaled my swollen knob.

"FFffuckk..." I groaned in my sleep as her head bobbed feverishly on my cock. I felt myself shudder as my cock exploded and awoke covered in my cum.

God. If only she did that for real. I thought and realized the only way it would ever happen is by doing better in school.

It was then that I set my mind to it, and two days later had my first test. Thankfully, this test was easy, and I was super excited when I saw that 'A' on my paper.

I was happy Dad wasn't home that evening, and after supper, when I showed Mom my paper and noticed a little smirk come across her face as she said, "See, I guess a little incentive goes a long way."

"I think you're right, Mom."

Mom looked me in the eyes and replied, "I'll meet you in your room after I finish the dishes."

"You want me to help?"

Mom paused and said, "Well, that's a first. You aren't in a rush, are you?"

"Maybe?" I said, glancing down at her firm rear.

Mom chuckled, "Thanks, but it won't take me that long to finish, so just head up to your room."

As if my pants were on fire, I dashed up the steps and stripped off all my clothes while I waited for Mom. However, time seemed to stop, and I started to become over-anxious.

I was just about to get up from my bed when Mom walked in wearing nothing but a towel.

"I see you're ready," Mom said and proceeded to remove the towel that covered her luscious figure.

My dick quickly started to stiffen as my mouth watered to the beauty that was standing before me.

Mom sat next to me and said, "Shall we begin?"

"Mm-hymn," I croaked and took hold of my solid shaft.

Mom spread her legs and started to dabble with her outer lips and cooed, "Are you going to cum with me again?"

"Oh yes..." I hissed as my hand went faster.

I watched as Mom's fingers disappear inside her snatch, and she moaned, "Yes. Oh yes. Cum with Mommy. Show me your cum."

"Fffuck, Mom..." I groaned. Her words were getting me extremely hot. However, when her hand also squeezed my upper thigh while she wailed, "Oh... OH MOMMY'S CUMMING!!" I lost it and exploded all over my body while she thrashed next to me.

I lay back on my bed and relished in the aftermath of what happened. However, when Mom's hands started to run over my body, I glanced up quickly and noticed her wiping the sperm off my body with the towel she had worn.

Her light touch was sending shivers through my body. Suddenly, she ran the towel over my groin, and I couldn't help but heave up and then felt her hand encompassing my cock while lightly stroking up and down with the towel.

I swallowed hard as my cock commenced to stiffen again. But alas, as fast as it started, mom stopped and said, "Okay, I think I got it all."

Mom then shockingly kissed me lightly on the lips before standing completely up and, with the towel still in her hand, said, "Now get some rest. I'll see you in the morning."

Stunned, I replied, "Okay, mom," and watched as her naked body strutted away.

That night I thought about how mom had rubbed my cock with the towel and how she kissed my lips and theorized the images she found on her laptop might have had something to do with it.

That gave me an idea, so come the next day, I started to look for images of Mom's double giving any kind of sexual pleasure to a young lad.

Thankfully, it wasn't hard to find, and I saved several pictures of her stroking and sucking a guy's cock that was around my age.

With my wicked plan to test my theory into getting Mom more interested in doing more sexual things with me, I excitedly waited to see what might occur.

Unfortunately, two things happened when I took my next exam. I had only gotten a 'B,' and secondly, after telling Mom about it, she had me sit down for a talk.

"Listen, Tucker," Mom said as she nervously bounced a foot over her crossed legs.

"I couldn't help but notice that you saved some pictures of that girl on my computer."

"Um... Yeah... Sorry Mom, I forgot I did that," I lied.

Mom was silent for a couple of seconds and then said, "You still need to look at her? Even after all we've done?"

"No, Mom. What we have done is fantastic. Really... I guess... I just find those pictures hot also."

Again, Mom was reticent. But finally said, "I hope you're aware that I couldn't do that to you, right? I mean, that would be taking this way beyond what a Mother and Son should do."

I sighed, "I know, Mom. "But it doesn't mean I can't imagine it."

"Tucker!" Mom shouted.

"Well, it's the truth, Mom. I'm sorry, but I can't help how I feel."

"Okay, let's just drop the subject, and in the future, please clean off the pictures when you're done using my computer."

"I will, Mom," was the last thing I said before she walked away.

Over the next two day's Mom wasn't as vocal as usual, and I knew what we talked about had to be what was troubling her.

Then it hit me. What if Mom changed her mind about our agreement? That scared me, and I hoped it wasn't true. But there was no way I would know for sure until my next test.

The Friday before Thanksgiving, I had an English test and passed with an 'A.'

Unfortunately, I knew Dad would be home this weekend, so I knew nothing would happen until Monday at the earliest. That is, if Mom was going to do anything at all.

This kind of bummed me out, and I think Mom knew it also because when I handed her my test paper, she touched my cheek lovingly and replied, "I'm very proud of you, Tucker."

"Thanks, Mom," I said and sat at the kitchen table, holding my head in my hands.

"Why don't you go do something before dinner? You still have time."

"Sorry, Mom, I'm not up for anything."

"Suit yourself," Mom replied and went back to cooking.

My depression lingered as I ate and spent more time playing with my food than actually eating it and heard Mom ask, "You okay?"

"Sorry, Mom, I'm just not that hungry, alright if I just go to my room?"

"Sure, dear."

I took my time getting to my room and crashed on my bed for the night in no rush.

My mind went back and forth over whether I made a mistake to let Mom see those pictures, but eventually, I fell asleep.

It wasn't until the middle of the night when I was awoken by Mom slipping into my room and heard her whisper, "Shhhh, your father is sleeping," that I thought she was still keeping to our agreement and quickly became overjoyed.

Mom closed and latched my door softly before proceeding to tip toe next to me and hushed, "Take off your pants."

I happily obligated her request, and she sat next to my side and whispered, "I am very proud of you, honey," and with that, she lightly grasped my dick.

"Oh..." I softly huffed as Mom's hand went a little quicker.

"Is this okay?" I heard and replied, "Oh Yesss. Mom, it feels great."

"Better than what you thought?"

"Much better."

"I want you to close your eyes," Mom murmured as she slowly leaned over.

With my eyes closed, I could feel Mom's hot breath pulsating onto my dick head while her hand suddenly went motionless.

Through slit eyes, I watched as her face just hovered inches away from my cock, and I grumbled, "So good, Mom. This is so good."

Slowly, Mom ventured down, and I gasped when I felt her lightly kiss the tip of my swollen knob for the first time.

Her hand hesitantly stroked on my shaft, and I heard her whisper, "I don't think I can do this."

"It's okay, Mom," I said and moved my left hand on her cheek. "I still have the pictures to help me."

I guess that sparked something insider her because once again, she kissed the tip, only this time it lingered longer, and I croaked, "Fuck Mom, this is so much better than your hand."

"Oh God, forgive me," I heard her say just before her lips slipped over my mushroom head.

"Oh... Nnnn... Ahhh..." I groaned as mom took my entire cock down her throat.

My hands held the top of her head as I thrust up and heard mom make a gurgling sound before I released my pressure, and she popped my dick out of her mouth.

Mom stroked on my dick feverishly, now causing me to lift in little jerks, and heard her say, "Is this what you wanted me to do?"

"Oh yes..." I hissed and felt her mouth once again suck in my cock and then start to bounce her head on it.

Faster and quicker she went until I was grunting uncontrollably. I was going to pop any second and croaked, "Mom, I'm going to cum..."

With that, Mom tugged on my balls while her tongue did something extraordinary around the tip of my bubblehead, and I erupted.

Mom's head went down hard on my dick as I pumped all my juices down her silky throat.

"Oh fuck... Oh, fuck..." I grunted over and over. I was lost in euphoria and never wanted that feeling to end. But end it did, and as I panted profusely, Mom eased my spent pecker out of her mouth and whispered, "Now get some sleep."

"Oh... Ha... Okay, Mom." I whiffed as she quietly exited my room, leaving me satisfied and ecstatic.

It was then that I wanted to sexually please Mom also for all she's done for me and felt a strong obligation to make it happen.

So I spent the rest of the week thinking of how I could accomplish this. It wasn't until Thanksgiving Day that an opportunity emerged.

We had just finished our Holiday meal and had all sat down in the Living Room to enjoy a football game. Well, so dad could enjoy a football game while Mom and I chatted on the sofa. Mom appeared to be purely content and was enjoying a tall glass of wine.

Truthfully time seemed to fly by as Mom had several more glasses of wine while we talked about numerous subjects—everything from what music we liked to who was our favorite movie star.

"I see your Father is enjoying the game as usual," I heard Mom say and noticed him fast asleep in his lazy boy.

I light-heartedly chuckled, "Yeah, like always.

Mom took another sip from her wine and, out of the blue, whispered, "So no test this week?"

"No, Mom. I guess they decided to give us a break before the Holiday."

"Well, that's a shame."

I was shocked by her comment and mumbled, "How so?"

"Oh... Nothing... I was just... thinking."

Her words stopped there, and I replied, "Thinking what?"

Mom looked around me at Dad and whispered, "Why don't we finish this conversation up in your room."

My cock jumped when I heard that and rapidly stood up.

Quietly, we ventured up to my room, and once their Mom said, "How about I make an exception for the holiday."

"An exception?" I replied as Mom locked my door and then did something startling by walking up and planting a hard kiss upon my lips.

I can't tell you how ecstatic that made me feel and held Mom tight against my chest while I kissed her back. It didn't take long before our tongues were mingling together, and then I felt Mom's hand unzipping my pants.

I broke the kiss and groaned when she pulled my cock out and started to jerk on it.

Without saying a word, Mom knelt in front of me, yanked my pants to the floor, and without any hesitation sucked my dick down her throat.

"Oh mmm, Mom..." I croaked as her head bobbed back and forth.

Her fingers went to my nuts and started to toy with them, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

With a mighty push, I held her head as I let loose inside her mouth.

My knees were getting weak as she drank down all my cum, and I groaned, "Fuck Mom, you do that so well."

Mom popped my spent pecker out of her lips and said as she rose from her feet, "At least someone still appreciates me."

I held mom's arms and replied, "You have no idea how much," and kissed her hard.

Once again, our tongues danced together while our breaths raced. It was then I made my move and cautiously started to unbutton her blouse. I was two buttons away from having her top completely unclasped when Mom broke the kiss and hiss, "Wait! What... What are you doing?"

With my hands holding onto her blouse, I said, "Making you feel good," and with that, I quickly parted her shirt open and latched onto her left boob like a suckling child.

"OH!!" I heard as I jumped over to her right bosom giving it the same loving attention while my left hand tweaked, twisted, and flickered over her left breast.

"Wait... Tucker... Oh!! You shouldn't..." She disputed, but I kept it up and then felt Mom's hands holding my head while she moaned, "Oh... It does feel good, though..."

I kept up my toying with her globes until it was apparent she was getting extremely excited, and that's when I went for her pants. Without any reluctance from mom, I had easily unclasped them and let them fall to the floor.

However, as my finger gingerly scratched at the top of her panties, Mom shrieked, "Okay, that is far enough."

"But Mom, I want to make you feel good also?"

"No... I'm sorry, Tucker, but I just can't."

I looked down at my fully erect dick and said, "Okay, then how about we just masturbate next to each other instead?"

"Okay. I guess we can do that," Mom replied, and we both stripped off our clothes before sitting on my bed.

With Mom right beside me, I started to jerk myself off while she tickled her clit, and it wasn't long before we both were getting hot.

Mom started to whimper louder, and I felt her right hand grab onto my thigh. But I gently lifted it away and placed it on my crotch.

Mom grasped my shaft immediately and started to work her magic on my tool while her fingers slid inside her pussy and moaned.

With my hands free now, I scotched closer to Mom and reached over her shoulder with my left hand until it was playing with her breast while my right hand rested high on her upper thigh.

"Oh, Tucker, what are you doing?" Mom sighed, and I tenderly pinched her nipple and said, "Just helping you cum."

Mom closed her eyes as she grasped my shaft a little tighter while going quicker on both my cock and her pussy.

Slowly, I moved my hand from her thigh until my index finger touched the very tip of her outer lips and heard her sigh, "Please, Tucker, you mustn't."

"Shh... I want to help you as you've helped me."

Oh..." Mom cried as my finger pierced her slit and rubbed over her hard little clit.

"Oh, Tucker, this is wrong. You're not supposed to be touching me like this... Oh... It's wrong fffor you to... be... Ahhh. Doing!!"

I ignored her plea and raced my finger over her clit, causing her hips to lift upward while her hand fell away from my shaft.

"That's it, mom. Cum for me. Let me help you cum!"

"Oh, Tucker!!" She whined while stabbing her fingers deeper into her pussy, but just before she orgasmed, I slid off the bed while removing her hand and latched onto her snatch with my mouth.

"OH FUCK!!" Mom howled as she fell back onto the bed when I jabbed my tongue in and out of her exploding pussy. Mom's juices covered my chin as her hands pulled me tighter to her mound, grinding her climax on my face.

Mom was panting hard as I eased myself from her love hole and puffed, "This wasn't supposed to happen."

"Didn't you like it, mom?"

"That isn't the point," Mom whiffed as she sat herself up. "My God, why did I let you do that to me? What's wrong with me?"

"It's okay, Mom. I only helped you as you've helped me."

Mom sighed as she got off my bed and said before leaving, "I need to clear my head. My god, what have I done."

"But mom!" I shouted just as she dashed out of my room.

Mom hid in her room the rest of that evening and most of the next day. It wasn't until later that night that Mom pulled me to the side and said, "We need to talk."

While Dad sat and watched the television Mom, and I ventured up to my room, and I was no sooner inside the door when Mom said, "Listen, Tucker, I understand why you did what you did, and yes, it felt fantastic. But honey, even though I enjoyed it, we mustn't let that happen again, okay?"

"No, it's not okay. You have needs also."

Mom sighed, "Oh, Tucker. Yes, I do. However, letting you help me isn't something I'm comfortable with, so no more."

"Okay, Mom," I pouted, and she gave me a big hug.

"Thank you, honey. Now let's get back downstairs."

Over the next few days after our little talk, nothing special happened between us. But I couldn't stop thinking about how I made Mom cum in my mouth and no matter what she said about not helping her. My mind was already set on giving her more pleasure. I just needed to find a way to get her to guard down again. And then it hit me how after seeing her double doing those sexual acts, it worked in my favor. I know I promised her I wouldn't save any more images, but I just had to try to see if my notions were true.

That night, before I went up to my room, I asked to borrow her laptop, which she lent me. I went in search of more explicit pictures.

"Yes, that's it," I mumbled to myself as images of mom's double fucking a young lad filled my screen.

I must have saved thirty pictures of her in various sexual positions getting fucked wildly by the young hunk and figured these just might do the trick.

I know for a fact they did for me because that night I had the wickedest dream yet about fucking Mom, and I woke up with my bed soaked from sweat and cum all over the sheets. Now I just hoped they would have a similar effect on her.

However, nothing was mentioned the following day about them. As a matter of fact, nothing was said three days later.

I found it odd but played it cool since if I put any more sexual images on her computer, I wouldn't be able to lie about forgetting to remove them.

It wasn't until that Friday, after getting an 'A,' that Mom finally spoke up and acknowledged their existence and said, "I hope you realize what that girl was doing in those pictures is completely out of the question."

I played stupid at first, but I was sure Mom wasn't buying it and said, "Sorry, Mom, you can't blame me for trying."

"My God, Tucker. You need to control yourself."

"I know. I'll try."

"Well, since your father is away, and you did get an 'A,' I guess I might be up for trying something a little different tonight."

"Really?" I said and already felt myself getting stiff.

"Yes. Well maybe. We'll see how I feel about it."

I had no idea what Mom had in store but was definitely up for trying anything with her, so after dinner that evening, I rushed up to my room and got myself ready.

Mom followed shortly and came in wearing nothing but a long night shirt and said, "Okay, I want you to lay upon your back."

I moved towards the center of the bed and lay flat while Mom sat upon the edge and said, "Now remember what I said about touching me."

I just nodded and watched as Mom straddled my waist facing me. She then leaned slightly forward while lowering herself down.

I felt a rush of excitement hit me when I felt her panty-covered mound pressing on top of my naked groin. Her pussy might have been concealed, but I still couldn't help but lightly sigh when the heat from her pussy enveloped across my stiff wood. Without thinking, I reached my hands upwards towards Mom's chest.

Unfortunately, they were stopped when Mom grabbed my hands with hers and leaned forward, pushing them down onto the bed next to my head, and said, "No touching, remember."

I stayed quiet as Mom started to rock her hips back and forth slowly and moaned, "Oh, this might not have been a good idea."

I just groaned, "Oh god, mom, this feels great."

"Shhh, don't talk," She whispered as her hips ever so gradually began to move quicker.

My breath heaved as her tempo built. But then I noticed Mom's breath was racing also, and I lifted my torso just a tad, causing her to sigh lightly, "Oh fffuck..."

There was no denying it. Mom was enjoying this as much as I was, and I whispered, "You like this too, don't you?"

With that, mom abruptly stopped and shrieked, "What... Wait. Oh no. No, no, no, no!"

Quickly, mom got off of me and said, "I'm sorry, Tucker. I can't. I just can't do this."

"But Mom..." I replied, and she quickly refuted, "No buts. I'm sorry, but this will have to do."

With that, Mom leaned over and inhaled my cock, causing me to groan, "Oh fffuck, mom."

Faster and harder, mom's mouth bobbed up and down and then added her hand onto my balls.

"MM... Ohh... Mom." I croaked and watched her lift her head while placing her hand on my shaft.

Feverishly she jerked on my cock and said, "Cum for mommy."

"Nnnn. God, Mom!" I screamed as my hips bucked rapidly up and down.

I was so close to cumming, but in the last attempt, I pleaded, "Please, Mom. Get on top of me once more."

Mom's hand stop, and she mumbled, "I don't know, Tucker."

"Please, Mom. Just one more try," I begged.

With a loud sigh, she said, "Okay, I'll try."

With my cock still in her hand, mom straddled me and placed my bare shaft between her covered crotch, and said, "I'm still not sure about this."

"Just go slow, Mom."

Once again, mom eased herself back and forth until her heat penetrated through the fabric as my shaft glided over her snatch.

Mom moved a tad quicker, and I implored, "Can I just feel your boobs."

"Shhh, I said no," Mom replied, but I could tell her breath was becoming more rapid as she leaned forward, resting her hands on my shoulders.

It was then that I felt her wetness soaking through her panties while my cum bubbled up my shaft. Mom whimpered softly while she sat upright and started to gyrate on my groin.

I couldn't control myself and lifted my hips, causing her panties to tuck slightly into her slit, adding more contact with my shaft.

Our breaths were racing now, and I closed my eyes while mom moaned louder. No way, I was going to last much longer and groaned when I felt Mom's body tighten up while her legs squeezed together, trapping my cock between them.

"OH... Ohhh, Oh no. Not again!!" Mom whimpered as her body quivered above me, putting me over the edge, and I exploded, groaning, "Fuck mom, I'm cumming too! Ahhhh!"

Both our bodies rocked to and fro riding our orgasms out to their fullest until mom went motionless on top of me, and only the sound was of us panting hard.

"My god. My god, what just happened?" Mom said as she slid off to the side of me and crashed next to me.

"That was fantastic, mom!!" I expressed but heard mom start to sniffle and replied, "Mom, you okay?"

"No. I... I wasn't supposed to get excited again. It's not right. God, what am I doing with my son?"

"Mom... It's okay. This is helping me. Haven't I been getting good grades?"

"That's not the point, Tucker. I'm not supposed to like it also. God, maybe I am sexually frustrated too?"

"Mom?"

With a loud sigh, Mom said, "Your father hasn't been himself in a long time."

"Oh. Well, maybe that will change," I replied.

"No. I don't think so. He's been having problems for a while now, and I don't see it changing."

"Problems?"

With another loud sigh, Mom said, "Yes, he's can't get an erection. God knows we've tried, but it just doesn't happen."

"Oh..." Was my only response.

"Really, I don't know why I'm telling you this."

I sat in silence and pondered over what mom just said and replied, "Well, I'm glad you did, and from what you said, I don't know why you're so upset about what happened."

Mom turned sharply and said, "Because you're my son, dam it! Christ, why can't you see how wrong all of this is?"

"Okay, I know what you're saying, but really, how is it wrong if it helped both of us. I mean, we both got off, didn't we?"

"I wasn't supposed to. Frustrated or not. I wasn't supposed to enjoy it like that."

"But you did, Mom. Why is it so wrong for you to enjoy it also?"

"Aren't you listening to me? You're! My! Son!"

"Yes. Yes, I am, and I love you just as much as you do me. So why can't you see I want you to be happy also?"

I could see mom was contemplating what I said, but suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my groin, and I looked at it.

"What the hell?" I mumbled when I noticed how red my shaft was.

"What's wrong?" Mom said as I touched my dick lightly and let out a loud groan.

"Oh, shit, mom, it hurts!" I yelled. Apparently, mom's cotton panties had done a number on my cock when she was grinding on me, and I was rubbed raw.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. Let's go into the bathroom."

I slowly followed behind mom into the bathroom while she looked through the medicine chest.

"Here," she said while handing me a tube of ointment. "Put this on gently; it should help."

"Okay, mom," I replied and lightly smeared the white pasting cream onto my genital. It was only on for a couple of seconds before a sharp burning pain flourished before I could thoroughly rub it in and cried, "Oh fuck, mom, it burns!"

"Shhh. Shhh. It will stop; just let it soak in."

With tight fists, I cringed as I sat myself down on the edge of the tub andTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.