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 couldn’t hide my wide hips or big breasts straining against my clothing. I couldn’t remember the last time one of my clients’ eyes did not “accidentally” trail to my chest. It didn’t bother me, but it wouldn’t 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. “It feels like I’m melting.”
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. “No wonder with the types of clothes you’re wearing.”
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. “Careful there with your well-endowed rack,” Aisha giggled, moving my cup of tea aside.
“My savior,” I said and kicked her with my feet. “I’m glad to see that you’re also appropriately dressed.”
“I’ll never leave a friend hanging.” She sat there in a pink bikini, and her face was peppered with cute freckles. I was glad she hadn’t 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 didn’t 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 hadn’t told her that he’d even slipped further down the slippery slope.
She searched my face, and as a friend, she knew me better than I thought. “Is it Ron?”
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. “Yeah,” I said with a deep sigh as I washed the cookie down with a bit of tea.. “He isn’t doing well at all.”
“What’s 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.”
“Something has possessed him. I don’t think it was because of his father’s death since he was healthy for a long time after that.”
“Does he date?” Aisha asked with hints of interest. I knew she had a thing for younger men, and it wasn’t difficult with her rare looks to bring them to her bosom. She’d even rejected an old stinky millionaire to get a nineteen-year-old college stud … The same age as Ron.
“I wished,” I said. “He spends most of his time bunkered up in his bedroom. There’s very little to no social interactions.”
“I’ve read something very similar in the new psychologist magazine. Teens all over the world are becoming more and more isolated. Even in Japan, they don’t have an interest in girls anymore, just screens … and porn.”
My lips tugged into a smile when she mentioned it. “We also watch porn now and then.”
“Well … those teens in Japan masturbate up to eight times a day. Now you can’t compare that with our dirty nights now and then.”
“Do you think such an addiction can ruin him to the point he drops out of college and can’t even find a job anywhere?”
Aisha gasped. “He dropped out of college?”
“Last week,” I said, on the verge of crying.
“I thought his grades were good,” she said and looked completely bewildered. “What is he up to now then, I mean, his future plans?”
“He doesn’t have any and refuses to talk to me.” It devastated me and made my heart sink.
Aisha was quickly there and laid her hand on my shoulder. “I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him but I should be able to have a chat with him.”
“Well, it’s because he likes you,” I said, making dimples blossom on both her pinkening cheeks. “I so badly want to get to the bottom of it, but I just can’t. I mean, if I could try to get him an appointment with you, would you mind?”
“If I would mind?” she said. “Are you crazy? Of course, I will help him.”
“If I do manage to talk him into this, can you just promise one thing?”
“What’s that?” she asked, already excited about this as her nipples began stiffening against her bikini.
“Just please wear some appropriate clothes during the meeting.”
Her lips flattened to a line and she answered with an eye roll, “As you wish.”
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 dreams—To have my own mother take care of me like that. I’d tried to suppress those dreams for so long, but resistance was futile. It was only a couple of months ago, I’d actually masturbated while fantasizing about her for the first time, and I’d never felt so good in my life. The forbidden high was addictive, but it wasn’t 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, she’d 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, I’d 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 weren’t 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 people’s 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. I’d 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 wasn’t 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 wouldn’t 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, “Ron?”
“I’m here,” I shouted back at her.
“I have dinner for you. Let’s eat outside.”
“I’m coming,” 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 she’d bought my favorite burgers—another one of her kind acts. A lovely deed that not any other parents would do to their sons after telling them that they’d dropped out.
She patted the cushion next to her, and her wide hips were almost big enough for two. “How are you?” 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.
“Have you sent out some resumes yet?” she asked.
I’d promised her to find a job when I dropped the bomb on her and said I was dropping out, but it was just something I’d 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. “I’m looking.”
“It’s alright, take your time,” she said and smiled briefly. “Let’s eat for now.”
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. “I just need to talk to you for a little,” 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. “Is it okay for you?”
“I know we have tried this before,” she said, not with a sigh but like she wanted the best for me. “I know something is bothering you and it’s weighing you down, and as a mother, I want the best for you.”
I couldn’t suppress the blush creeping up on my cheeks. “Sure,” I said and felt the urge to leave. If it hadn’t been for the fact her soft fingers were drawing intimate circles on my thigh, I would have gotten the hell out of there.
“If you don’t want me to help you with this. Then please, can you at least let my friend Aisha try?”
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. “I don’t know,” I said and didn’t know how I was supposed to reveal my porn habit to her best friend. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”
“So it is something that bothers you?” she asked and looked relieved since I hadn’t even told her that before.
“Yes, it is,” I said and lowered my head in shame.
“Can’t you at least let her try?” she asked. “For my and your own sake. I can’t 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.”
“Yeah … maybe you are right.” It didn’t 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.
“Can I take that as a yes?”
I looked at her and saw the optimism and hope in her eyes, making her look ten times younger. I didn’t want to see that glow disappear from her since I loved her too. “Okay, I’ll talk to her, but I’ll feel a little bit more comfortable when it will be a time you aren’t there.”
“I will be out on a lunch break when you’ll be there, don’t worry, hon.” 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 mom’s 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 I’d felt in a long time. “I’m sorry,” I apologized when she noticed that I’d gawked at her.
“You don’t have to apologize for anything,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “I’ve been a teen too. Anyway, nice to see you again.”
“You too,” I said and hoped I didn’t sound too awkward.
“Come, let’s get some privacy.” 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. “Relax and make yourself feel at home.”
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 didn’t mind. “So, I’m assuming something is bothering you,” she began gently, “otherwise you wouldn’t have come here, am I correct?”
I nodded and swallowed hard. “Yes,” I said and prepared myself to open up about my misery.
“Keep in mind, to take your time and be comfortable. It’s just you and me in this room, and we got nothing but time.”
I nodded and mulled over what and how I would tell her. “It’s 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 I’m certain I’ve hurt my mother, and she is the last woman in this world that deserves any pain.”
“Let’s go back to a year ago,” she said and wanted to get to the bottom of this. “Why did they start to drift away from you?”
“They were going to parties, and I sort of withdrew.”
“Was there a source of comfort you were seeking there?”
I sighed, and she was better than I imagined. “Yes, it’s an addiction that started three years ago but spiraled out of control last year and especially since winter.”
She buttoned two buttons free on her cardigan, exposing her cleavage. “I just want you to know that I’m an expert when it comes to addictions and have helped many before you. But you have to let me know what I’m dealing with.”
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, “I’m severely addicted to porn.”
She nodded slowly as if it wasn’t a surprise for her. “Do you know what,” she said and leaned closer, so her breasts hung down. “There are a lot of porn addicts out there, but they don’t even know they are addicted to it. You have taken a great first step and I’m sure you will break free from this addiction by coming clean about it.”
It gave me some hope. “Do you think so?”
She leaned back. “I’m more than certain.”
It felt as if she lifted the weight off my shoulders. “But it’s just so embarrassing. If it was drugs, I wouldn’t have an issue telling my mom. I just don’t want her to believe I’m lazy or don’t like her. You’ve no idea how many times she’s tried talking to me.”
“Oh, I know your mom well enough,” Aisha said with a cryptic wink, revealing she knew her perhaps a bit better than I thought. “She’s a sweetheart. I can’t imagine living without her.”
“Do you think she understands?”
“Of course, she is a very understanding person. I’m certain she would never believe that you don’t want to speak with her, but of course, when she doesn’t know it becomes difficult for her to help you.”
I sighed. “But it’s more to my addiction than just porn though.”
“I’m listening,” she said and leaned back.
“Well … Lately I’ve been watching some taboo stuff,” I said and didn’t know whether I was revealing too much. “I just need something stronger and thrilling.”
“Okay,” she said professionally. “Go on when you feel comfortable.”
“It’s incest porn,” I said, coming clean about it, lowering my head in shame. “I’ve fantasized about my mom too.”
“Hey, lift your head up,” she said and placed her finger under my chin and gave it a lift. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed over.”
“To fantasize about having sex with my own mom?”
She shook her head. “It’s not … She’s very attractive after all, so I can’t judge you for it. And besides, we all have our fetishes.”
“But how am I supposed to come clean about my porn addiction to her?” I didn’t know if I’d told her too much and prayed psychologists kept the conversations with their clients to themselves. “That’s why I find it so hard to talk to her about it. She’s a part of my deepest, forbidden fantasy.”
“I see where you’re coming from and you’ve all the right reasons to act the way you’ve done the past months. It’s 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.”
I blinked. “What do you mean by that?”
“She will be there to give you a helping hand in your journey to sobriety.”
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 she’d 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. “Yeah, I’m coming,” 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.
“Gosh, what’s happened to you?” I asked.
She pushed her ginger hair behind her ears and leaned toward me. “It was exactly what I suspected,” she said and lowered her voice to a whisper. “He admitted he has a porn addiction.”
“Why are you speaking like that?” I giggled and looked around. “No one is up here.”
She rolled her eyes. “Did you listen to me?”
“I did. He must have done well to hide it if that’s the case.”
“Well, there was another reason why he never wanted to share his habit with you.”
“And why’s that?” I asked.
“You are a part of his addiction,” she said and grabbed my hand.
I stabbed myself with my thumb. “Me? What do you mean?”
“He opened up that he’d started watching more and more taboo stuff,” she said and tried the hardest to suppress her impending grin.
“Incest,” she dropped the bomb, her eyes widening with excitement. “Mom and son.”
I froze for a moment and then mulled it over. I’d caught him peeking here and there, but I’d 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 couldn’t help but throw sideways glances at him too. “Are you sure?”
“You sure it isn’t just the horny side of you I’m speaking with now?” I tried again.
She gave me a look. “Why do you refuse to believe it?”
I drummed my fingers on the table and thought for a moment. “I’m grateful you got that out of him, but we should look for ways to help him now.”
“Why are you trying to dodge this?”
“It’s just a bit overwhelming,” I explained. “First, you tell me that he admitted he’s severely addicted to porn, which I’m happy he admitted in the first place, but then you take this twist and say that I’m a part of his addiction.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” she said and took my arm again. “Let me explain. I’m saying you should give him a helping hand to recover.”
“I don’t like the way you emphasized hand in this context,” I said and gave her a look.
“I’m sure he will,” she said and waggled her eyebrows.
I gave her a light kick with my feet. “Let’s be serious here.”
“I am. I’m certain you can easily fix his addiction, quicker than what you believe.”
“How exactly? If he’s been addicted for years, he won’t just throw the laptop in the bin.”
“You 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.”
“Aisha … he’s my son. Of course, I look at him.”
“I know you’ve been looking at him in a different way too since his father died,” she said and looked at me firmly.
I sighed and didn’t know whether I should fight this any longer. “What if someone finds out? I mean I can get in trouble for this.”
“How would anyone find out?” she asked and gave me a caring smile. “I’ve been your best friend for years, and you know Ron is certainly going to be quiet about this.”
It dawned on me that she perhaps was right. “It’s just that …”
“What is it, hon?” she asked. “I’m your psychologist now, so let it out.”
I chuckled and there was a reason why I loved that woman. “Okay, I will admit I do find him attractive, but I don’t want to be selfish.”
“You don’t have to,” she said. “Do this solely for him and also, view this as an opportunity to even get closer.”
I heard her park her car up the driveway and it made my heart beat quicker. “Ron?” she called for me by the stairs.
“I’m outside,” 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 couldn’t help but gawk at her beauty.
“So you’re sitting here today,” she said with a smile.
Somehow it had gladdened her that I didn’t bury myself up in my room for an entire sunny day. “I just needed some fresh air.”
She sat down next to me, and I met her loving eyes for a brief moment and then looked away. “How did the appointment go?”
“Better than expected,” I admitted and searched her face in case she knew about it. “Uhm, did she tell you anything?”
“She did,” she said and couldn’t lie to me. “And I need to talk to you about something, but don’t worry.” She pressed her sweet lips right onto my right cheek. “You will get better and you will get through this.”
Right where her lips had touched, a blush spread like fire. I couldn’t remember the last time she kissed me like that. “You have nothing to be embarrassed over. Do you want to talk now or after dinner?”
The talk … It was that part that made me consider running up to my bedroom. “I … talk about what exactly?”
I swallowed. “It’s difficult to talk about.”
“I’m also a psychologist, don’t forget that,” she reminded me.
“You are also my mom,” I reminded her.
“Yeah, and why can’t I be both for you?”
She took both my hands and gave them a motherly squeeze. “I’ve had many clients struggling with severe addictions. It’s not like I don’t know what’s bothering you. And it will hurt me to know that I could’ve done more for you while I still had the chance.”
She was right, and I couldn’t stand another blow to her well-being, especially after what I did to her a week ago. “I’m open to this conversation,” I mumbled.
“Thank you,” she said and pressed her hand over her heart, squeezing them between her cleavage. “So, be honest with me … How many times a day do you watch porn?”
“Six times is a usual day for me, but it can be more,” I told her and lowered my head.
“And how many times have you masturbated today?” I sighed and struggled to answer her. She patted my shoulder, reminding me she was still here for me. “Don’t worry, take your time.”
“If you won’t masturbate till you go to bed, I will give you a reward.”
I stiffened. The way she said reward … It didn’t sound like it was a cookie from the jar but more like honey from the honeypot. “What kind of reward?” I asked carefully.
She raked her fingers through my hair and then said in a low voice in case our neighbors were listening, “A handjob.”
My heart was about to jump out of my chest, as hot confused blood flushed in my cheeks and behind my eyes. “Did she tell you about the taboo stuff?”
She nodded slowly but surely. “She did.”
“Mom, I don’t know about this.”
She held onto my hands firmly, refusing to let go. “Ron, if this is what it will take to break the habit, then please, let me.”
“Both of us can get arrested.”
“I know but we will keep this a secret.”
I looked away for a brief moment as I was lost for words. “Watching something is one thing but doing it is another.”
“What does your heart tell you?”
“I find you attractive,” I said and lowered my head in shame. “You’re gorgeous, Mom.”
“Look me in the eyes, son,” she said and lifted my chin. “I’m a young mom and have had you since I was a teenager. I’ve 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.”
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 couldn’t resist the taboo temptation. I craved her flesh and had done so for a long time. “How far are you willing to go?” I asked. “I 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?”
“I’m willing to go as far as it will take to see you back on your feet again.”
I nodded for myself and understood she was more than committed to this. “Okay.”
“Can you look me in the eyes?” I did as she wished and was dazzled by her pretty gems. “There. You look so much better already.”
“I will prepare some dinner for us, okay?”
“Okay, I’ll just go out for a walk in the meanwhile.”
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. “Ron, are you there?” she asked and opened the bedroom door. Halting at the threshold, she gasped. “Is it that bad?”
I nodded as a tear of pain ran down my right cheek.
“Gosh, I’ll hurry, let me just brush my teeth and get my gown on.”
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 hadn’t 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 wasn’t wearing a bra since I could see her nipples poking against her garment. “Didn’t mean to leave you hanging,” she said and gently closed the door, leaving us some privacy even if it wasn’t anyone else living under this roof.
“It’s alright for now,” 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. “Are you ready?”
I nodded and accepted her therapy. The time had anyway come to stop suppressing these fantasies. “I’ve been waiting all day for this.”
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. “What a thick girth,” she said and looked genuinely surprised as her fingers crawled toward my erection.
“Are you just saying that to make me feel better?” I asked and tried to pour some humor into this taboo situation.
“No, I would never do that,” she said firmly and looked me in the eyes, but the eye contact didn’t last long as her eyes strayed back to my cock. “This is way beyond average.”
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. “Is this your first handjob?” she asked and smiled as if it were nothing strange that a mother held her son’s erection.
“Yeah,” 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.
“Does it feel good when I hold you like this?” she asked with a grin and probably noticed my deepened breathing.
“Give me a sec, and I will take care of you, son. I just don’t like to rush things.” 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.
“Hmm, that feels good,” I said and shivered in pleasure as her right hand stroked down my head and shaft. I’d 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. I’d 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. “Oh, Mom, that feels good,” I said.
“Are you getting there?” she asked and smiled caringly while she continued to use her hands on my cock.
“Yeah,” 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. “Almost there, Mom,” I said and curled my toes.
“It’s okay, son. I’m doing this for you,” 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 I’d partly covered my mom’s face and hands in my sticky seed.
“Jesus,” I said and raked my fingers through my hair.
“What a thick load,” 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. “Probably going to need more than one for this.” 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. “I just want you to know that I am proud of you.”
“I’m grateful to have you as a mom,” I told her and looked her in the eyes.
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My comment made her smile as well. “How was it compared to doing it by yourself?”
“It felt way better,” I admitted.
“Then you’ll get through this. I got more rewards in store for you.”
“Are you sure things will remain the same with us?” I asked her.
“No,” she said. “It will even get better.”
I believed her. “And what about tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow, no porn or masturbation at all, and if you succeed, tomorrow evening, I will give you another handjob—naked, plus, I will let you cum on my body.”
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 I’d lusted over for so long. I stared wide-eyed at her breasts which were the two forbidden fruits I’d only seen in my most forbidden dreams. “Do you mean it?”
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. “They will wait for you tomorrow. I know you got this.”
Oh god, this was actually happening. She kissed my cheek again and wished me goodnight.
