It was late May, and the heat kept rolling over us in waves and scorched the grass outside. Despite being thirty-eight, I enjoyed wearing tops and miniskirts, but as a psychologist and mainly having men as clients that would be impossible. I even felt like my black stockings and a knee-length skirt still brought a bit too much attention as I desperately tried to focus on their lives in order to help them.
And even though I tried to cover up as much as possible, I couldnât hide my wide hips or big breasts straining against my clothing. I couldnât remember the last time one of my clientsâ eyes did not âaccidentallyâ trail to my chest. It didnât bother me, but it wouldnât help them to get well.
I popped the buttons free on my cardigan and pulled it off me. I then saw the display on my phone flashing and noticed a text from Aisha: my colleague and best friend. On the rooftop!
I was dying to get out of this room. I went upstairs and reached our special place. She sat already under the patio umbrella with two cups of tea and some pastries on a round table.
I fanned my face and slumped down on the lounge chair. âIt feels like Iâm melting.â
Her loose ginger hair hung freely about her, and she pushed it behind her ears and pushed her sunglasses up on top of her head. âNo wonder with the types of clothes youâre wearing.â
I pulled the white top over my head, and once it cleared my head, my breasts bounced free and almost knocked the cup of tea off the table. âCareful there with your well-endowed rack,â Aisha giggled, moving my cup of tea aside.
âMy savior,â I said and kicked her with my feet. âIâm glad to see that youâre also appropriately dressed.â
âIâll never leave a friend hanging.â She sat there in a pink bikini, and her face was peppered with cute freckles. I was glad she hadnât gotten too tanned since her milk-white skin was the perfect match for her hair.
I took a sip of my tea, broke off a cookie and nibbled on it silently. I didnât know if I wanted to bring up the topic that had bothered me for the entire month, or even a year. Aisha already knew parts of the story, but I hadnât told her that heâd even slipped further down the slippery slope.
She searched my face, and as a friend, she knew me better than I thought. âIs it Ron?â
I met her blue, caring eyes. Despite being a bit naughtier than me adult-wise, she was equally as caring as a psychologist. Her petite frame was less intimidating, like a cute little ginger cake impossible to resist. âYeah,â I said with a deep sigh as I washed the cookie down with a bit of tea.. âHe isnât doing well at all.â
âWhatâs the matter with him? I remember when his father used to be alive. Your son was so charming and social. He even dismissed me once because he needed to catch up with some friends.â
âSomething has possessed him. I donât think it was because of his fatherâs death since he was healthy for a long time after that.â
âDoes he date?â Aisha asked with hints of interest. I knew she had a thing for younger men, and it wasnât difficult with her rare looks to bring them to her bosom. Sheâd even rejected an old stinky millionaire to get a nineteen-year-old college stud ⊠The same age as Ron.
âI wished,â I said. âHe spends most of his time bunkered up in his bedroom. Thereâs very little to no social interactions.â
âIâve read something very similar in the new psychologist magazine. Teens all over the world are becoming more and more isolated. Even in Japan, they donât have an interest in girls anymore, just screens ⊠and porn.â
My lips tugged into a smile when she mentioned it. âWe also watch porn now and then.â
âWell ⊠those teens in Japan masturbate up to eight times a day. Now you canât compare that with our dirty nights now and then.â
âDo you think such an addiction can ruin him to the point he drops out of college and canât even find a job anywhere?â
Aisha gasped. âHe dropped out of college?â
âLast week,â I said, on the verge of crying.
âI thought his grades were good,â she said and looked completely bewildered. âWhat is he up to now then, I mean, his future plans?â
âHe doesnât have any and refuses to talk to me.â It devastated me and made my heart sink.
Aisha was quickly there and laid her hand on my shoulder. âIâm so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help? Itâs been a long time since Iâve seen him but I should be able to have a chat with him.â
âWell, itâs because he likes you,â I said, making dimples blossom on both her pinkening cheeks. âI so badly want to get to the bottom of it, but I just canât. I mean, if I could try to get him an appointment with you, would you mind?â
âIf I would mind?â she said. âAre you crazy? Of course, I will help him.â
âIf I do manage to talk him into this, can you just promise one thing?â
âWhatâs that?â she asked, already excited about this as her nipples began stiffening against her bikini.
âJust please wear some appropriate clothes during the meeting.â
Her lips flattened to a line and she answered with an eye roll, âAs you wish.â
We finished our cookies and tea and then put on our clothes again, heading back to work.
I wiped another load from my stomach, crumpled up the messy tissue paper and tossed it right into the bin, on top of the heap of other tissue papers. I let out a sigh as I glanced out the window. It was bright, almost to the point it dazzled me, but I felt no joy, and to be honest, I missed the darker and colder seasons because I would have an excuse to remain inside.
My eyes flicked back to my laptop and scanned the title of the video: Mom teaches her son. The semen was already dripping from her blonde face as he squeezed out the last drops of cum on top of her snubbed nose. It was one of my biggest, forbidden dreamsâTo have my own mother take care of me like that. Iâd tried to suppress those dreams for so long, but resistance was futile. It was only a couple of months ago, Iâd actually masturbated while fantasizing about her for the first time, and Iâd never felt so good in my life. The forbidden high was addictive, but it wasnât just the incest part that made it so thrilling, but my mom was gorgeous: a solid eleven on a ten scale, and she kept aging like fine wine.
But they were just forbidden dreams at the moment and unlikely to come true, especially after the blow to her heart last week when I told her I had dropped out. I could tell it broke her heart, but I had no choice. College was tormenting me to the point I considered killing myself.
My father died ten years ago when I was nine, and my mom had raised me as a single mom ever since. Even though it had been tough for her, sheâd been committed to raising me well, and I knew she wanted to do anything to see me succeed. She was a young, dedicated mom after all, and ever since puberty, Iâd looked at her a bit differently. I tried my hardest not to let my imagination run wild, but it was near impossible since she oozed sex appeal. Her busty boobs jiggled for every step she took. Her narrow waist and flaring hips looked perfect as if sculpted, and on top of that, she had the most gorgeous hair, cascading all over her in loose curls. But looks werenât everything with that woman. She was the most caring person in the world and no doubt about that as she dedicated her full time to restoring and healing peopleâs mental health.
I had lost all focus on college as my friends and I grew apart. They started finding girlfriends and going to parties, slowly leaving me out in the cold. Iâd gotten a few invitations at the beginning of my college year, but for some reason, I just ignored those parties, something I regretted now. It was hard to explain, but I just always felt different, as if I wasnât good enough or lacked something. My mom had insisted that I had been social and charming before, but I believed she was just imagining things.
As time moved on and I became more isolated, I sought comfort in porn. The porn addiction became so bad I needed stronger stuff and led to more taboo flicks which was a double-edged sword. It felt thrilling but it also made me question if something was wrong with me. It was already evening and this was my sixth time. I was on course to jerk my skin off, but I knew it wouldnât stop me from masturbating later.
My mom drove up the driveway, and I quickly closed the porn tabs and went to the bathroom to clean myself.
Opening the door, she called from downstairs, âRon?â
âIâm here,â I shouted back at her.
âI have dinner for you. Letâs eat outside.â
âIâm coming,â I shouted back. After washing myself, I descended the stairs with something obvious weighing me down. I was depleted, drained and lacked the energy to accomplish anything.
I already picked up the scent as I headed out the veranda and knew sheâd bought my favorite burgersâanother one of her kind acts. A lovely deed that not any other parents would do to their sons after telling them that theyâd dropped out.
She patted the cushion next to her, and her wide hips were almost big enough for two. âHow are you?â she asked. She wore her golden blonde hair up in a ponytail, exposing her cute face. She was dressed in a body-hugging skirt and a top, which made her cleavage clearly visible. Just seeing her there in front of me made my cock bob, even if I tried to suppress my embarrassing dreams.
âHave you sent out some resumes yet?â she asked.
Iâd promised her to find a job when I dropped the bomb on her and said I was dropping out, but it was just something Iâd said to relieve the pain I knew I inflicted upon her. I had no idea if there were any jobs out there for a guy like me. âIâm looking.â
âItâs alright, take your time,â she said and smiled briefly. âLetâs eat for now.â
We ate together and also talked about various topics. I had a feeling that she held onto a secret of some sort and prepared to reveal it. It made me eat slower, but the burger was so tasty it was near impossible to resist. Sure enough, when I stuffed the last bit of the bun in my mouth, she drew in a deep breath. âI just need to talk to you for a little,â she said. I could only look at those rare blue gems for less than a second before I had to lower my gaze. They were too valuable for me. She lowered her hand on my thigh, making me stiff as her soft fingers kept drawing circles on my skin. âIs it okay for you?â
âI know we have tried this before,â she said, not with a sigh but like she wanted the best for me. âI know something is bothering you and itâs weighing you down, and as a mother, I want the best for you.â
I couldnât suppress the blush creeping up on my cheeks. âSure,â I said and felt the urge to leave. If it hadnât been for the fact her soft fingers were drawing intimate circles on my thigh, I would have gotten the hell out of there.
âIf you donât want me to help you with this. Then please, can you at least let my friend Aisha try?â
Aisha ⊠that petite redhead kept running through my mind. She was another piece of delicious eye candy: a fiery ginger peppered with freckles. It was more than half a year ago I spoke to her last, right when I was about to slip down the porn slope but still somewhat functioned socially. âI donât know,â I said and didnât know how I was supposed to reveal my porn habit to her best friend. âItâs kind of embarrassing.â
âSo it is something that bothers you?â she asked and looked relieved since I hadnât even told her that before.
âYes, it is,â I said and lowered my head in shame.
âCanât you at least let her try?â she asked. âFor my and your own sake. I canât just watch your life pass by like this. Especially now during your heyday. You should be out having fun and not be buried in your bedroom.â
âYeah ⊠maybe you are right.â It didnât feel so uncomfortable to talk to Aisha about this. The only thing that worried me was that I knew those two women were close as sisters.
âCan I take that as a yes?â
I looked at her and saw the optimism and hope in her eyes, making her look ten times younger. I didnât want to see that glow disappear from her since I loved her too. âOkay, Iâll talk to her, but Iâll feel a little bit more comfortable when it will be a time you arenât there.â
âI will be out on a lunch break when youâll be there, donât worry, hon.â She opened up her arms and embraced me, her breasts mashing against my chest, and I felt her forbidden breath against my neck, making me shiver with guilty pleasure.
The following day, I was on my way there, I entered my momâs private psychology clinic. I rang the doorbell, and I heard the high heels clacking on the floor. Aisha opened, dressed in a mini skirt and black stockings. But it was her skin-tight V-knit cardigan that made my jaw drop, showing off her flat tummy and jiggling breasts. I had to close my jaw as I noticed her extended hand in front of me. I shook her hand, and she gave it the softest squeeze Iâd felt in a long time. âIâm sorry,â I apologized when she noticed that Iâd gawked at her.
âYou donât have to apologize for anything,â she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. âIâve been a teen too. Anyway, nice to see you again.â
âYou too,â I said and hoped I didnât sound too awkward.
âCome, letâs get some privacy.â She escorted me to her room, her hips swaying side to side on her way. It was sparkling clean, and even the corners of the hall were dust free and reflected the light from the ceiling. She welcomed me into a room with a comfortable chaise lounge. âRelax and make yourself feel at home.â
I sank onto the chaise lounge and tried to keep my eyes on the ceiling, but gravity pulled them down to her breasts that sat firm and high on her chest. I had no idea if psychologists were usually this under-clothed, but I honestly didnât mind. âSo, Iâm assuming something is bothering you,â she began gently, âotherwise you wouldnât have come here, am I correct?â
I nodded and swallowed hard. âYes,â I said and prepared myself to open up about my misery.
âKeep in mind, to take your time and be comfortable. Itâs just you and me in this room, and we got nothing but time.â
I nodded and mulled over what and how I would tell her. âItâs everything. A year ago, my friends started slowly to drift away from me, to the point I was abandoned. Going to college started feeling painful, so I then dropped out. The worst thing about this is that Iâm certain Iâve hurt my mother, and she is the last woman in this world that deserves any pain.â
âLetâs go back to a year ago,â she said and wanted to get to the bottom of this. âWhy did they start to drift away from you?â
âThey were going to parties, and I sort of withdrew.â
âTo my bedroom mostly.â
âWas there a source of comfort you were seeking there?â
I sighed, and she was better than I imagined. âYes, itâs an addiction that started three years ago but spiraled out of control last year and especially since winter.â
She buttoned two buttons free on her cardigan, exposing her cleavage. âI just want you to know that Iâm an expert when it comes to addictions and have helped many before you. But you have to let me know what Iâm dealing with.â
I blushed and then dragged my eyes from her delicious body and up to the ceiling. It was this part which was so difficult for me to admit, and revealing it made me lower my head in shame, âIâm severely addicted to porn.â
She nodded slowly as if it wasnât a surprise for her. âDo you know what,â she said and leaned closer, so her breasts hung down. âThere are a lot of porn addicts out there, but they donât even know they are addicted to it. You have taken a great first step and Iâm sure you will break free from this addiction by coming clean about it.â
It gave me some hope. âDo you think so?â
She leaned back. âIâm more than certain.â
It felt as if she lifted the weight off my shoulders. âBut itâs just so embarrassing. If it was drugs, I wouldnât have an issue telling my mom. I just donât want her to believe Iâm lazy or donât like her. Youâve no idea how many times sheâs tried talking to me.â
âOh, I know your mom well enough,â Aisha said with a cryptic wink, revealing she knew her perhaps a bit better than I thought. âSheâs a sweetheart. I canât imagine living without her.â
âDo you think she understands?â
âOf course, she is a very understanding person. Iâm certain she would never believe that you donât want to speak with her, but of course, when she doesnât know it becomes difficult for her to help you.â
I sighed. âBut itâs more to my addiction than just porn though.â
âIâm listening,â she said and leaned back.
âWell ⊠Lately Iâve been watching some taboo stuff,â I said and didnât know whether I was revealing too much. âI just need something stronger and thrilling.â
âOkay,â she said professionally. âGo on when you feel comfortable.â
âItâs incest porn,â I said, coming clean about it, lowering my head in shame. âIâve fantasized about my mom too.â
âHey, lift your head up,â she said and placed her finger under my chin and gave it a lift. âItâs nothing to be embarrassed over.â
âTo fantasize about having sex with my own mom?â
She shook her head. âItâs not ⊠Sheâs very attractive after all, so I canât judge you for it. And besides, we all have our fetishes.â
âBut how am I supposed to come clean about my porn addiction to her?â I didnât know if Iâd told her too much and prayed psychologists kept the conversations with their clients to themselves. âThatâs why I find it so hard to talk to her about it. Sheâs a part of my deepest, forbidden fantasy.â
âI see where youâre coming from and youâve all the right reasons to act the way youâve done the past months. Itâs not an easy situation, but I just want you to know there are ways to break free from this addiction, and I have a feeling she will be a part of that equation.â
I blinked. âWhat do you mean by that?â
âShe will be there to give you a helping hand in your journey to sobriety.â
I have to speak with you now, Aisha texted me right after her appointment with Ron. I had done as my son wished and had grabbed some lunch downtown. I was now trying to hurry back with my belly full. Her text intrigued me, and I prayed that sheâd gotten to the bottom of his misery.
She was already on the rooftop, and right when she saw me, she waved at me like mad. âYeah, Iâm coming,â I said with a chuckle. I entered the building, ran up the stairs and opened the door leading to the roof. She had prepared a lounge chair for me, and I sat down and then noticed her eyes were round like saucers, and she kept shifting in her seat.
âGosh, whatâs happened to you?â I asked.
She pushed her ginger hair behind her ears and leaned toward me. âIt was exactly what I suspected,â she said and lowered her voice to a whisper. âHe admitted he has a porn addiction.â
âWhy are you speaking like that?â I giggled and looked around. âNo one is up here.â
She rolled her eyes. âDid you listen to me?â
âI did. He must have done well to hide it if thatâs the case.â
âWell, there was another reason why he never wanted to share his habit with you.â
âAnd whyâs that?â I asked.
âYou are a part of his addiction,â she said and grabbed my hand.
I stabbed myself with my thumb. âMe? What do you mean?â
âHe opened up that heâd started watching more and more taboo stuff,â she said and tried the hardest to suppress her impending grin.
âIncest,â she dropped the bomb, her eyes widening with excitement. âMom and son.â
I froze for a moment and then mulled it over. Iâd caught him peeking here and there, but Iâd never put the puzzle pieces together, or it was just me who refused to believe it. Although ever since his father died and my son had hit puberty, I couldnât help but throw sideways glances at him too. âAre you sure?â
âItâs true,â she said.
âYou sure it isnât just the horny side of you Iâm speaking with now?â I tried again.
She gave me a look. âWhy do you refuse to believe it?â
I drummed my fingers on the table and thought for a moment. âIâm grateful you got that out of him, but we should look for ways to help him now.â
âWhy are you trying to dodge this?â
âItâs just a bit overwhelming,â I explained. âFirst, you tell me that he admitted heâs severely addicted to porn, which Iâm happy he admitted in the first place, but then you take this twist and say that Iâm a part of his addiction.â
âI didnât mean it like that,â she said and took my arm again. âLet me explain. Iâm saying you should give him a helping hand to recover.â
âI donât like the way you emphasized hand in this context,â I said and gave her a look.
âIâm sure he will,â she said and waggled her eyebrows.
I gave her a light kick with my feet. âLetâs be serious here.â
âI am. Iâm certain you can easily fix his addiction, quicker than what you believe.â
âHow exactly? If heâs been addicted for years, he wonât just throw the laptop in the bin.â
âYou have to reward him for every day he manages to go without porn and set up certain milestones like getting a job. It will be like a quest for him and he has no reason to fall back. And besides, I know you look at him too.â
âAisha ⊠heâs my son. Of course, I look at him.â
âI know youâve been looking at him in a different way too since his father died,â she said and looked at me firmly.
I sighed and didnât know whether I should fight this any longer. âWhat if someone finds out? I mean I can get in trouble for this.â
âHow would anyone find out?â she asked and gave me a caring smile. âIâve been your best friend for years, and you know Ron is certainly going to be quiet about this.â
It dawned on me that she perhaps was right. âItâs just that âŠâ
âWhat is it, hon?â she asked. âIâm your psychologist now, so let it out.â
I chuckled and there was a reason why I loved that woman. âOkay, I will admit I do find him attractive, but I donât want to be selfish.â
âYou donât have to,â she said. âDo this solely for him and also, view this as an opportunity to even get closer.â
I heard her park her car up the driveway and it made my heart beat quicker. âRon?â she called for me by the stairs.
âIâm outside,â I shouted back at her. She hurried outside, her hair spilling over her shoulders and her tight pencil dress that hugged her curves. She was so attractive that I couldnât help but gawk at her beauty.
âSo youâre sitting here today,â she said with a smile.
Somehow it had gladdened her that I didnât bury myself up in my room for an entire sunny day. âI just needed some fresh air.â
She sat down next to me, and I met her loving eyes for a brief moment and then looked away. âHow did the appointment go?â
âBetter than expected,â I admitted and searched her face in case she knew about it. âUhm, did she tell you anything?â
âShe did,â she said and couldnât lie to me. âAnd I need to talk to you about something, but donât worry.â She pressed her sweet lips right onto my right cheek. âYou will get better and you will get through this.â
Right where her lips had touched, a blush spread like fire. I couldnât remember the last time she kissed me like that. âYou have nothing to be embarrassed over. Do you want to talk now or after dinner?â
The talk ⊠It was that part that made me consider running up to my bedroom. âI ⊠talk about what exactly?â
I swallowed. âItâs difficult to talk about.â
âIâm also a psychologist, donât forget that,â she reminded me.
âYou are also my mom,â I reminded her.
âYeah, and why canât I be both for you?â
She took both my hands and gave them a motherly squeeze. âIâve had many clients struggling with severe addictions. Itâs not like I donât know whatâs bothering you. And it will hurt me to know that I couldâve done more for you while I still had the chance.â
She was right, and I couldnât stand another blow to her well-being, especially after what I did to her a week ago. âIâm open to this conversation,â I mumbled.
âThank you,â she said and pressed her hand over her heart, squeezing them between her cleavage. âSo, be honest with me ⊠How many times a day do you watch porn?â
âSix times is a usual day for me, but it can be more,â I told her and lowered my head.
âAnd how many times have you masturbated today?â I sighed and struggled to answer her. She patted my shoulder, reminding me she was still here for me. âDonât worry, take your time.â
âIf you wonât masturbate till you go to bed, I will give you a reward.â
I stiffened. The way she said reward ⊠It didnât sound like it was a cookie from the jar but more like honey from the honeypot. âWhat kind of reward?â I asked carefully.
She raked her fingers through my hair and then said in a low voice in case our neighbors were listening, âA handjob.â
My heart was about to jump out of my chest, as hot confused blood flushed in my cheeks and behind my eyes. âDid she tell you about the taboo stuff?â
She nodded slowly but surely. âShe did.â
âMom, I donât know about this.â
She held onto my hands firmly, refusing to let go. âRon, if this is what it will take to break the habit, then please, let me.â
âBoth of us can get arrested.â
âI know but we will keep this a secret.â
I looked away for a brief moment as I was lost for words. âWatching something is one thing but doing it is another.â
âWhat does your heart tell you?â
âI find you attractive,â I said and lowered my head in shame. âYouâre gorgeous, Mom.â
âLook me in the eyes, son,â she said and lifted my chin. âIâm a young mom and have had you since I was a teenager. Iâve overcome challenges too. I know it will be a new chapter in our lives, but things will remain the same between us. I promise it will.â
I just loved the way she held my hand, and it was a touch to die for. I started delving into my taboo fantasies where her soft hands stroked my length till I spurted my cum all over her fingers. Even if I tried to make it sound like I was embarrassed; I couldnât resist the taboo temptation. I craved her flesh and had done so for a long time. âHow far are you willing to go?â I asked. âI mean. I will admit it will be difficult today but I will try my hardest to not masturbate till I go to bed, but after tomorrow, then what?â
âIâm willing to go as far as it will take to see you back on your feet again.â
I nodded for myself and understood she was more than committed to this. âOkay.â
âCan you look me in the eyes?â I did as she wished and was dazzled by her pretty gems. âThere. You look so much better already.â
âI will prepare some dinner for us, okay?â
âOkay, Iâll just go out for a walk in the meanwhile.â
The sky finally darkened, and I sat at my desk with a wooden ladle clenched between my teeth. I heard the stairs creak as my mom made her way upward. It was time. âRon, are you there?â she asked and opened the bedroom door. Halting at the threshold, she gasped. âIs it that bad?â
I nodded as a tear of pain ran down my right cheek.
âGosh, Iâll hurry, let me just brush my teeth and get my gown on.â
I prepared myself as well, taking off my shirt and pulling down my shorts. I was surprised my underwear was still in one piece and that my cock hadnât burst right through it. I sat down in my bed and leaned back, trying to breathe deeply as my mom would give me a handjob.
Finally, I heard how she hurried up the stairs and stepped in, dressed in her purple nightgown. It was a size too tight for her as her round breasts strained against it, exactly how her breasts did with all her clothes. She wasnât wearing a bra since I could see her nipples poking against her garment. âDidnât mean to leave you hanging,â she said and gently closed the door, leaving us some privacy even if it wasnât anyone else living under this roof.
âItâs alright for now,â I said and tried to hide my pain as I knew the relief would soon be here.
She had a hard time taking her eyes off the bulge. She descended onto her knees and curled her fingers around the waistband, preparing to reveal my cock. âAre you ready?â
I nodded and accepted her therapy. The time had anyway come to stop suppressing these fantasies. âIâve been waiting all day for this.â
She pulled the waistband over my manhood, and it reared up and was an inch from slapping her in the face. My cock could finally breathe. âWhat a thick girth,â she said and looked genuinely surprised as her fingers crawled toward my erection.
âAre you just saying that to make me feel better?â I asked and tried to pour some humor into this taboo situation.
âNo, I would never do that,â she said firmly and looked me in the eyes, but the eye contact didnât last long as her eyes strayed back to my cock. âThis is way beyond average.â
She curled her fingers around the upper shaft and then her left took the lower part. She gave my cock a downward stroke, revealing the purple crown. âIs this your first handjob?â she asked and smiled as if it were nothing strange that a mother held her sonâs erection.
âYeah,â I said and leaned back as the warmth from her hands radiated to my hard-on and traveled across every nerve and muscle of my body.
âDoes it feel good when I hold you like this?â she asked with a grin and probably noticed my deepened breathing.
âIt feels really good.â
âGive me a sec, and I will take care of you, son. I just donât like to rush things.â She spat in both of her hands and lubricated my cock till it glistened. She then let one hand slide down the head and then the next and then the next. It was a long slow motion, pleasuring the sensitive head first and then cascading down, only to be back up with her other hand that glided down on my shaft.
âHmm, that feels good,â I said and shivered in pleasure as her right hand stroked down my head and shaft. Iâd never seen such a technique before, but it made me curl my toes already.
In the middle of it all, I caught a foreign scent in this room. Iâd never picked up the smell before, but it was sweet, musky and came from between her legs and just got stronger during this act.
She spat in her hands again, and I looked at her while she held intimate eye contact throughout the act. As she applied another layer of her fresh lube, she started stroking my cock up and down in a twisting motion. âOh, Mom, that feels good,â I said.
âAre you getting there?â she asked and smiled caringly while she continued to use her hands on my cock.
âYeah,â I said, nodding as my temperature rose. I seized the coverlet and was about to tear it in two as she twisted quicker and deeper. âAlmost there, Mom,â I said and curled my toes.
âItâs okay, son. Iâm doing this for you,â she said and smiled even wider as her experienced hands kept gliding up and down my manhood that was covered in her spit. I tipped my head back as my orgasm climbed higher and higher till I reached the peak. I arched my back and inhaled sharply. Letting go of my breath, I fired hard into her hands, making the cum splash back onto herself and back to my waist. I caught my breath and stared at her wide-eyed as Iâd partly covered my momâs face and hands in my sticky seed.
âJesus,â I said and raked my fingers through my hair.
âWhat a thick load,â she giggled and slowly milked me, not wanting to let go of my cock yet as if she wanted this moment to last longer, and to be fair, so did I.
I slumped back and could finally breathe, watching my cum drip from her fingers. She rose and got out some tissue papers. âProbably going to need more than one for this.â She wiped the pearlescent beads from her face and then cleaned my stomach. I was still out of breath, speechless that this had actually happened after all these years.
She pulled up my underwear and then leaned in for a kiss, this time slightly closer to my lips than the last. âI just want you to know that I am proud of you.â
âIâm grateful to have you as a mom,â I told her and looked her in the eyes.
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My comment made her smile as well. âHow was it compared to doing it by yourself?â
âIt felt way better,â I admitted.
âThen youâll get through this. I got more rewards in store for you.â
âAre you sure things will remain the same with us?â I asked her.
âNo,â she said. âIt will even get better.â
I believed her. âAnd what about tomorrow?â
âTomorrow, no porn or masturbation at all, and if you succeed, tomorrow evening, I will give you another handjobânaked, plus, I will let you cum on my body.â
My eyes popped wide open, and I drank in her curves and breasts. It was just her loose robe covering her goddess-like body that Iâd lusted over for so long. I stared wide-eyed at her breasts which were the two forbidden fruits Iâd only seen in my most forbidden dreams. âDo you mean it?â
She nodded and pulled her robe slightly apart, flashing the insides of her breasts, just where her areola was. It was less than an inch to her nipples. âThey will wait for you tomorrow. I know you got this.â
Oh god, this was actually happening. She kissed my cheek again and wished me goodnight.