I sat on the bench, and the pain shot through me. It was summer break, and I was out skateboarding with Tony and Jaime. I had just tried to tre flip the eight set, but I ended up rolling my ankle instead.
"I have to call my mom," I said, wincing. "Hopefully, she can pick me up."
They exchanged grins. They always did whenever I mentioned my mother. I dialed her number, and she picked up immediately. "What's up?" she asked in her sweet voice.
"Hi... I have some bad news. I rolled my ankle."
"Oh, God," she said with clear hints of sympathy. "Do you want me to take you to a doctor?"
"If you have time?"
"What kind of question is that? You're my son, of course I have time."
"Just checking."
"Where you at?"
"The San Clemente park," I said.
"Great, I'm not far. I'm at the beach with my little sister. I'll be there in a second, sweetie," she said.
"I'll wait for you."
"Kiss," she said.
I closed my eyes and tried my hardest not to blush. I was nineteen years old and it felt a bit embarrassing to kiss my mother through the phone. "Kiss," I said in a lowered voice, hoping they didn't hear me.
"Do you want us to keep you company in the meantime?" Jamie asked. We were about to go, but I would rather that they leave before they make any lewd comments about my mother.
"I'm fine," I said and waved my hand dismissively. "I'll let you guys know how it goes later."
"Alright, take care man," they said. They packed their bags and rolled away. It always had to happen at the last minute of a session. It was when you were getting tired and at the same time too hyped up. I sighed and leaned back, wondering what I would do this summer. I couldn't think of much, and it totally ruined my mood.
Eventually, my mother pulled into the parking lot. She stepped out of the car, and my eyes widened. At the age of forty, my mother was a master at turning heads. In a bright red push-up bikini that scarcely contained her ample cleavage, she rushed over to me. Her large chest bounced with each step, and her long blonde hair cascaded down her sun-kissed back. As a flight attendant, she had to maintain a certain level of attractiveness, and she certainly did with her toned figure enhanced by the perfectly fitting bikini.
Luckily, she had a day off today. She only did shorter flights these days, although she'd complained lately that she wanted to change profession. I was grateful my friends had left. I couldn't imagine their reactions if they saw her in that half-nude outfit.
"Please don't tell me you were here by yourself," she said in her sweet, motherly voice.
"Nah, they left. We were about to leave, so I didn't want to hold them up," I told her.
"Can I see it?" she asked and carried the scent of the ocean and sweet coconuts with her.
"Sure," I said.
Right in front of my legs, she dropped to her knees. She provided me with a perfect view of her cleavage and the upper parts of her creamy, tanned breasts. I tried my hardest not to look, but I rarely got such a perfect opportunity to check out her flawless body. She was a stunner for all the right reasons, and as she bent over, trying to untie my shoes, her breasts were about to spill out. She glanced up at me and caught me looking at her. I quickly looked away, praying my blush wasn't obvious. She just smiled, clearly letting me know that she'd seen me. God, that was awkward.
"Gosh, why do you tie your shoes so tightly?" she asked. While she tried to untie them, her boobs kept jiggling.
"Otherwise, the laces come off."
I tried to look elsewhere, especially as my bulge kept thickening. I looked over her shoulder, seeing her reflection in the car window. Her bikini bottom clung to her perfectly sculpted behind. It was like a work of art in motion, and her tiny garment did little to hide it. It looked like she was doing something else from that view. I didn't want to think about it since I had to tame my erection before it became too obvious.
"Finally," she said and got the shoe off. She rolled down the sock and checked out my swollen ankle. "Yeah, it's sprained. We need to go to a doctor."
"Can you take me there now?" I asked her.
"Darling, that's what I'm here for," she said, flashing me her seductive smile. She put my shoe back on.
"I was just thinking if you were busy or something."
She shook her head. "Family first."
I hoisted the bag over my shoulder, and she helped me to my feet. As we walked to the car, she wrapped her arm around my waist and supported my weight. My ankle throbbed with each step, but her touch provided a sense of comfort and stability. Her skin radiated warmth as I leaned into her for support.
"Is it so bad that you can't walk?" she asked, clearly concerned.
"Something like that," I said and winced for every step. The only thing positive with this was being so close to her. She curled her arm around my waist firmer, and her right boob spilled onto my chest. Taboo thoughts filled my mind that I desperately tried to fight. This wasn't a moment to be delving into my forbidden fantasies, but it was so hard to resist.
We arrived at her Audi, and she opened the door for me. "Watch your head."
"Yeah, yeah," I said. I wasn't sure how many times she had to remind me of that.
She sat down in the driver's seat and quickly started the car.
"Well, how was your day?" I asked her. Because of her profession, we didn't always have time for each other.
"A day at the beach with sis," she said. "We went for a swim, sunbathed and talked about life."
"I didn't spoil it?" I asked her.
She caressed my thigh, her touch warm and gentle. "No such thing," she said. "Family first... She understands."
"Alright," I said.
Even if she was young and gorgeous, my mother had always prioritized a healthy lifestyle. All of her friends, including her, were teetotalers. My mother also hit the gym whenever she had time, but her schedule was irregular because of her job. She was a rare gem amid a sea of obesity, and my role model.
"What are you thinking of?" she asked, glancing at me.
"Of you," I said. She stopped at a red light as we saw a chunky family passing by. "It's not every parent who takes care of themselves."
"I know," she said and sighed. "Obesity is a serious issue. I feel bad for those little kids. The other day, there was an overweight ten-year-old who cried throughout the entire flight. She eventually stopped when her mother fed her some chocolate."
"I can't imagine sitting next to a screaming kid for hours straight."
"Don't even try," she said and flashed me a grin. "Did you at least manage to do some cool tricks?"
"I can show you when we get back."
"I can't wait," she said. She was supportive of what I did and had always been so. She woke up extra early just to take me to the skateparks when I was kid. She loved to watch and see how I progressed. When I started dating, she had immediately given me advice, buying me some nice clothes that I could wear. She was the best mother in the world, and it wasn't up to debate.
She pulled into the doctor. "I'll come and help," she said as I swung my feet off the sides of the seat.
She extended her hands to me, and I arched an eyebrow. "Don't you have anything else to wear than a bikini?" I asked her.
"Am I embarrassing you?" she asked flirtatiously.
"Not really," I said. There was nothing embarrassing about having such a well-endowed mother as her, but it could be a bit uncomfortable when everyone ogled at her.
"Give me a sec," she said. She put on a skirt that hugged her curves perfectly and also a pink top. "So, I won't make you blush now."
She pulled me to my feet and helped me inside. We didn't have to wait long. A young woman showed up. She wore her red hair in a bun, and she'd painted her lips ruby red. She was a bit shorter than Mom but very cute.
"A beach party gone wrong?" she joked as she led us to her examination room.
"No," Mom said. "My son managed to do a whoopsie daisy at the skatepark."
"Sorry," she said and a light blush crept up on her peppered cheeks. "Either you look unusually young for your age, or you're a young mother."
"Both. I turned forty a couple of months ago but thank you," Mom said, appreciating the compliment.
"What's the secret?" she asked.
"Enjoy your life," Mom said curtly and patted my back. The doctor told me to have a seat, which I did.
The doctor took a closer look at my ankle, prodded here and there and checked where it would hurt. She took notes and carefully examined me. Then she made me take a step without my mother's help, which was slightly difficult since I winced and complained of pain.
"It's not that bad," she said. "It shouldn't take more than a month to fully heal, and I would recommend using crutches for the first and maybe the second week."
One month... My heart sank. That was a good chunk of the summer break.
"I hate crutches, but it's what it is."
"Your mother can help too," she said with a wink.
"I'll be there for you as well," Mom reminded me.
The doctor talked about the massaging techniques I could do for the swelling and different ointments that could be used. She also recommended ice baths to help the blood flow and also certain stretching exercises. "You should at least wait a month before you start jumping down stairs again. I have seen worse ankles, but the biggest mistake is to think you've recovered when you clearly haven't."
"Skateboarding for not a month will be tough," I said.
"If you only knew how many want an excuse to be sedentary these days," the doctor said and shook her head.
"Tell me about it," Mom said, which was a topic we'd just discussed. We said goodbye to the lovely doctor and thanked her for the advice.
"Did she mistake us for a couple?" I asked Mom on our way out.
Mom chuckled. "Who knows... Have you eaten?"
"No," I said.
"I'll make something for you when we get back," she said. She helped me into the car. She sat down in the driver's seat, and she drove back home. "Have you been seeing someone else besides your friends lately?"
My mother was always curious about me and my relationships. A few years ago, she'd given me plenty of advice when I started dating, but for the past couple of months, I had just wanted to skateboard. "No," I said quietly and lowered my eyes.
"Why?" she asked and gave me a puzzled look. "You're attractive. It shouldn't be difficult for you to find a girl."
I felt a shiver down my spine when she admitted she found me attractive. "I kind of just wanted to hang out with my friends now... after the breakup."
"I gotcha... Maybe there are some surfers or a skateboard girl you can get along well with."
"Maybe," I said. I couldn't answer her fully since the answer was painfully taboo. I had a secret mom fetish, which I didn't want to tell her about. I realized that when I started dating. It was nice being with a girl, but I ended up craving someone a bit more mature--A hot mother. The fetish became even stronger when I fantasized about my own mother. I sometimes asked myself whether I was sick for even considering such a thing. It wasn't even legal, and I wasn't sure if Mom would be into it, but she was open-minded, and I knew she would listen to me no matter what. I just wasn't sure how to tell her.
"I don't know," I said with a shrug. "For this summer we had just planned to get a bunch of footy and make a video or something, but that's all out of the window now."
"Always look at the bright side of life," she said. "This will be a perfect opportunity for you and me to spend some time together."
She warmed my heart, and she always found silver linings in everything. "Don't you work tomorrow?"
She shook her head. "I'll call in sick just so I can tend to you."
"Mom, it's not that bad."
"You couldn't even walk to the car by yourself," she insisted. "Tyler, if you're hurt, I want to help. Or are you still in that teen phase?"
I chuckled. "No," I said. She was referring to the years when I didn't want my friends to see me with her. I wasn't sure if she fully understood why. It was just because of all the attention and heads she turned. It wasn't that I was embarrassed over her, or that I wanted to avoid her. I loved my mother. I couldn't imagine growing up with someone else other than her. I'd always wanted to tell her, but I wasn't sure how to phrase it. "I'm grateful for your help."
"I'm glad," she said. "I'll make sure you're up and running in no time."
When we got back, she helped me out of the car. She was right. It was difficult to walk without limping. She eased me down onto the chair outside.
"I'll start on the dinner," she said. She fired up the grill. The scent of charcoal and burger patties filled the air. My mouth started watering. I was hungry after skateboarding for an entire day. I threw some discreet glances at her now and then, admiring every inch of her flesh. I thought back to when she was on her knees for me. She had been in a perfect position to give me a head, and I smiled so sweetly in case it would turn out true one day, but for now, they were just forbidden dreams.
She set the table for us, and we dug in. The burgers were meaty, fatty and juicy. I put some cheese, slices of avocado and dressing on top. We talked about various topics as we ate. She told me about her desire to change profession, which she had talked about earlier as well.
"Why?" I asked her. "Isn't it quite fancy to be a flight attendant?"
"It sort of is," she said. "It has its pros and cons. I'm not sedentary and still look alright because of it."
"Alright?" I interjected and looked at her as if she were mad.
"What word would you choose?" she asked, giving me a look.
She had me there. "Never mind."
She lightly kicked me under the table. "Just say," she said. "I always brag about how handsome you are to my friends and sister."
"Well, what the doctor said."
She flashed me a smile. "Thank you.... Well, when I started working as a flight attendant, I was young and adventurous, but I have come to realize that I would rather stay at one spot than fly all over the place."
"I see," I said. "I'm surprised you've managed to pull it off since my father died." My father had tragically died in a car accident when I was ten years old. He'd paid off the mortgage on the house and left savings for my mother, but still, I admired her for how dedicated she'd been to raising me well. It wasn't easy being a single mother after all.
"You mean the world to me," she said. "You're a blessing."
I felt a warmth spreading in my chest. "But you've always been the one who held everything together."
She reached across the table and squeezed my hand. "We've always been a team, haven't we?"
"I guess you're right," I said but still admired her for her support. "Well... what do you plan to do instead?"
"I'll open a flower shop," she said.
"I think it would fit you perfectly," I told her. She already looked like a flower to begin with. "I can try to find a job in the meantime."
"I have plenty of savings left, so you don't have to," she insisted. "You're young. You should enjoy these years to the fullest."
"Even if there's a little bump in the road," I said and flexed my leg.
"You can see the glass as half full instead of half empty," she lectured me.
"That's a skill you have to teach me," I said, and we exchanged grins.
"Ice cream?" she suggested. I nodded. As she stood up from the table, her soft hand brushed against my arm, and she planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Then you'll show me your moves," she said with a playful smile. My heart skipped a beat as I felt myself melting under her touch and loving words.
She came over with a bowl of strawberry ice cream topped with sliced strawberries and caramel sauce. After all those teases earlier, I found something so erotic about eating ice cream with her. She licked the thick cream from the spoon and popped a strawberry in her mouth till the juices trickled down her breasts. I found it hard to concentrate while I pitched a tent under the table.
She came off the spoon with a smack and licked her lips. "Can I get the bag for you?"
"Sure," I said.
She took the bowl for me and returned with my bag. I fished out the camera, and she sat next to me, inching her hips closer till they bumped into mine. She draped her arm over my shoulder, and I felt her warm breath on mine. I found the clips we'd filmed.
"I only want to see you," she reminded me mischievously.
"I wasn't planning on showing you someone else," I said. I showed her the kickflip down the eight stairs first.
"Wow," she said. "You popped it high."
There was something else that was popping under the table. "I'm proud of it too." I showed her some more street footage, which she showed great interest in, and some new tricks that I recently learned. She made sure to kiss my cheek, intimately leaning her head onto my shoulder. The warmth that she provided me was addictive, forbidden and not replaceable with anything. She'd also tried skateboarding in the early '00s. She didn't stick with it all the time, although she still remembered the vocabulary.
"Have you been to Huntington Beach lately?" she asked. "That's where all the skaters hung out when I was your age."
"I was there last week," I said. "We ended up getting kicked out from a spot though."
"You didn't get a ticket, did you?" she asked.
"No... They didn't catch me. The rent a cop was a bit on the heavier side."
"So, there's something positive with obese people," she said, making us both chuckle.
"There you're at it again, seeing positivity."
"It's a good quality to have," she said.
"I agree."
"I think after everything you've shown me... You need some rest," she said.
"I would rather take a bath first," I told her. "I'm still sweaty."
"I'll help you," she said.
"Sure," I said and thought she only meant to help me upstairs. She wrapped her arm around my waist, and she took me upstairs. I winced for every step, and it sucked.
"Smile," she reminded me. "It will help your recovery."
"I'll try for your sake." I sighed a breath of relief as we got to the second floor. She opened the bathroom door for me, and I sat down on the chair. She filled the bathtub for me while I took off my shirt.
"Do you also need help to get inside?" she asked.
I blinked. "Uhm, I think I can manage by myself." This wasn't a moment to be naked in front of my mother since I had a painful erection.
"You sure?" she asked and gave me a puzzled look.
I wasn't sure how I would pull this off without her seeing my hardon. I tried to rise but had to sit back down again. I gritted my teeth. It was just too painful. "Maybe... I need help."
"I'll be behind you," she said and kind of realized what bothered me.
"Okay," I said. I rose to my feet. Leaning against her, I unbuckled my belt, sliding down my pants, her warm breath constantly flowing down my neck, and her soft breasts generously pressed against my back. I slowly pulled down my underwear, and my erection sprang back. She certainly would see it and probably question why I even had one when I was alone with her.
"Are you ready to hop into the water?"
"Yeah, sure," I said.
She giggled lightly as she helped me into the bathtub. "You don't need to be embarrassed," she whispered, her voice low and sensual. "You're a young man, and it's natural to be aroused."
I sank into the warm, bubbly water, feeling my tension ease away. "Mom... You don't have to say that," I said.
"But I mean it," she said and gave me a look. "If I'll help you in the coming days, we should get used to this. I've seen you naked before, there's nothing weird with it."
"But I was a child," I pointed out.
"And?"
"It's fine," I said and waved my hand dismissively.
"Let me know when you need help."
"Alright," I said and relaxed. She gently closed the door after her, and I sighed in relief. As I soaked in the tub, I found myself thinking of Mom. The thought of her gentle touch and the way she was so close to me sparked a fire within me, and I could feel myself getting even harder. It was an unexpected and foreign sensation, yet one that was alluring and exciting. I wanted to masturbate badly, especially after she had touched me like that. There was a problem though. My right hand was also slightly hurt. I felt it in my wrist, and it would be difficult to masturbate with a painful right hand. I could try with my left but then I would make noises, and she would definitely hear me. I had no choice but to wait. I couldn't believe she'd seen me naked. It must have been the first time since I hit puberty. It turned me on, making my balls even bluer.
When I felt like I had been here long enough, I called for Mom. "Mom, can you help me?" My erection had not gotten an inch limper, but I gave up. She'd already seen it, so there wasn't much I could do about it.
"A second," she said, hurrying up the stairs. She was here in an instant, her skin glistening from a recent shower. Emitting a fresh, floral scent, she was wearing a silky purple nightgown that hugged her curves and emphasized her features. Her erotic appearance only intensified my forbidden desire for her. "Is it time to get out?"
I nodded. "I don't like just idling here."
She slung a towel over her shoulder and extended her hands to me, gently lifting me to my feet. "Don't worry, I'll hold you... Watch out so you don't slip."
"I know," I said and got my foot down on the tiles. I could feel that she glanced at my erection, and when I got my left foot over the bathtub, my cock gently slapped her hip. Even if she noticed, she was sweet enough to grab me a towel and wrap it around me quickly.
"Have a seat while I help dry your legs."
I sat down, and she went down in front of me. She was in a perfect position to give me head, exactly how she'd been at the skatepark. Her nightgown had a deep V-neck, making me look at her beautiful breasts. It didn't help my boner exactly, but I felt an irresistible urge to look at them. They were a work of art, and I wondered how they would look without their confines. She started drying my legs, her marvelous boobs jiggling with the effort.
She glanced up at me and caught me looking. I quickly looked away. Rising to her feet, she helped dry my hair, dabbing the towel around and also my shoulders. "Do you go to bed naked?" she asked me.
"Just grab me my underwear," I told her.
"A second," she said and went into my bedroom. She took the garment and came back in a heartbeat. I put them on. I had to tuck my erection up against the waistband to avoid pitching a tent, but the bulge was still pretty obvious. She extended her hands to me and helped me to my feet, and my erection rubbed right against her hip. She gave me a grin and obviously noticed, making me blush as she took me to my bedroom.
She helped me down on my bed. "Are you alright?" she asked and sat down next to me.
"I've seen better days," I said and looked at my ankle.
"Remember that sleep is probably the most important thing for recovery," she said.
"I won't play with my phone or anything," I said. "I can hardly even get out of this bed by myself."
"Can we talk about something before you go to sleep?"
"Sure," I said.
"Who made you excited earlier?" she asked and searched my face.
"Uhm," I said and lowered my eyes.
She gently caressed my thigh. "You don't have to be embarrassed. We've talked about similar things before."
I wasn't so sure about that. The last intimate discussion we had was about wet dreams and also what girls enjoyed. I had never talked about the feelings I had for her. "Have we?"
"Sort of," she said. "Well... Why didn't you masturbate in the bathtub?"
"Mom, where is this conversation going?"
"You'll know in a second," she said. "Can I at least get some eye contact while I'm talking to you."
I looked into her eyes, and I could drown in her blue gems. "My wrist is hurt, so I can't really do that," I said.
"Do you usually do that after you go to sleep?"
I nodded.
"Well, I can help you," she offered in a gentle voice.
I blinked, and I had to make sure I heard her words right. "Help me?"
"Yeah," she said. "I'm supposed to tend to you after all while you're hurt."
"I'm not sure," I said but my cock surged upon hearing her words.
She put her hand over my bulge and gently stroked it. "I think another part of you is sure," she said with a giggle. "How about this... I know when a man finds me attractive. I know you've been looking at me in certain ways. It's okay. You don't have to admit it if you don't want to."
"No," I said, and she made me feel like a coward. "I have looked at you..." I stopped and wasn't sure how to proceed.
"Take your time, sweetie, we got all night."
I drew in a deep breath. "I find you very attractive. And to answer your other question, you made me excited earlier. You always do."
"Why haven't you told me before?" she asked in a lowered voice.
"I wasn't sure if you were feeling the same, and most importantly you're my mother."
"And?" she said. "I know incest is taboo, but if we have feelings for each other then we have. You can't suppress your own feelings."
"Yeah," I said and agreed with her words. She was a master at making something uncomfortable feel so normal. "I have tried to suppress it because it's what led to my former breakup."
She inched her hips closer to me, looking concerned. "Tyler, tell me," she said. "I've been dying to hear what happened between you and Jeanette."
I took a few seconds to prepare myself to tell her. "She found out that I had masturbated with your used panties," I said and lowered my gaze. "And she discovered a bunch of incest porn on top of it."
"Oh," she said and moved her hands closer to her heart. "I'm glad you told me... I'm sorry that happened."
"That wasn't all. It led to an ugly fight, and I called her something mean. But I never really found her that attractive."
"Jeanette was quite pretty from what I remembered," Mom said, surprised.
"She didn't look bad or anything, but I have a thing for older women."
"Oh, I see," she said. "I'm so proud that you're telling me this."
"It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," I admitted. "To openly talk about this."
"I know that there are some younger guys with a milf fetish. It's normal."
"Even if it's your own mom?"
"Yeah," she said. "I have fantasized about you too."
"Is that why you haven't dated since my father died?"
"Not quite," she said. "Because of the inheritance, I could sort myself out, and at the same time, I didn't want to bring in a stepdad that you certainly would hate. Some of my friends are divorced, and their children do not like their stepparents at all."
"So you've been celibate all these years... just because of me?"
She nodded and stroked my thigh. "That's how much I love you."
"Wow," I mumbled and realized she was an even better mother than I'd previously believed. "Although, it makes me feel a bit bad."
"Why?" she asked, raking her fingers through my hair.
"You certainly must have your needs too," I said.
"I do," she admitted. "But seeing you happy means so much more to me."
I looked her in the eyes, seeing her gaze soften. "Thank you for everything," I said, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to do something for her too.
"You're welcome."
"So what were you going to ask earlier?"
"I want to see you up and running as quickly as possible... If a handjob will make you sleep better and improve your recovery, then please, let me."
"Alright," I said and yielded. This was something out of my most forbidden fantasy, but I couldn't resist it. My breathing already deepened as I anticipated her soft, motherly touch on my privates.
"Do you want me to use my used panties as well?" she asked with a grin.
"Oh, please," I said, my eyes widening.
I couldn't believe she was willing to go this far just for my sake. Rising to her feet, she pulled down her panties from her gorgeous legs. They were pink and had a light, wet patch in the middle. I lay down and crawled back to the pillows. She hopped into bed with me and sat down on her knees. She rolled down my underwear and my cock sprang free, an inch away from spanking her wrist. She smiled sweetly and curled her fingers around me.
I felt sparks, and it felt even stronger than I imagined it to feel to have my own mother holding me like that. She gently started stroking me. She spat in her hand and rubbed it up and down till my erection was slippery and wet. The skin-to-skin contact made me purr. Then she reached for her used panties and made sure to rub the wet part against the head of the cock. A part of her nectar was on my cock. I stared in disbelief as she worked my erection up and down with her used panties. She switched, sometimes using her hand and sometimes using her panties.
My eyes widened as she continued to pleasure me, her movements slow and deliberate. She glanced up, and our gazes locked, a knowing look passing between us. It was clear that there was no going back now.
I moaned softly, the pleasure building within me. My mother's hand was warm and skilled, her touch sending electricity coursing through my body. The combination of her touch and the wet patch on her panties was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I knew that this was leading to something that we both knew was unstoppable.
My mother continued to stroke me, occasionally rocking her hips, the wet fabric of her panties rubbing against my sensitive head. I could feel myself getting closer, my breath shallow and ragged. She smiled sweetly, her eyes locked onto mine, and I knew what was coming next.
"I've dreamt of this for so long," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "And I want to make this as perfect for you as possible."
"Oh, you certainly are," I groaned, my body arching involuntarily, as the pleasure built within me. Her hand moved faster, her panties rubbing against me, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
"Where do you want to come?" she asked, flitting her eyes to me.
"Just somewhere," I said as sweat dribbled down my forehead.
She aimed my erection at my belly. "Don't worry I'll clean it up." She stroked me faster, and I moaned and started curling my toes.
I couldn't take it anymore; I was about to explode. "Oh mom," I moaned out, barely able to form the words as my body trembled with the force of the climax. Throwing my head back, I came right into her panties, shooting out my thick, creamy cum. She smiled as she continued to stroke me, her used panties now soaked with my semen.
"I've wanted to do that for a long time," she admitted with hints of desire.
I lay there, panting heavily, my eyes fluttering shut as I tried to regain my senses. I couldn't believe what had just happened--I had just been pleasured by my mother in the most taboo, forbidden way imaginable. But as I lay there, my mind was filled with only one thought: I wanted more.
She grabbed her cum stained panties with her left hand, spilling it all over her fingers. "So... will you sleep well now?"
"Yeah," I mumbled.
"Good night," she said.
"Good night," I said. She rose, turned off the light and gently closed the door.
Note from author: I will try to publish chapter 2 a week after the first chapter has been published. Let me know in the comments what you think so far.
