Moms helping hand for one hard son

I lay in bed, trying to drift off to sleep, but my thoughts kept drifting back to my mother’s figure. I’d caught a glimpse of her walking by in just her robe, and it had opened for a moment, giving me a full view of her front. The image of her swaying breasts had become ingrained in my mind, and I couldn’t shake it off. Her body was alluring and unsettling, and it had left me feeling restless.

I returned to my room, hoping to push the image out of my thoughts, but it was no use. I couldn’t stop thinking about my mom’s large, firm breasts with their pink, pencil-eraser nipples and how they swayed as she walked. But what really turned me on was her pussy, with its small triangle of trimmed hair above and dark pink labia that hung open. I tried to push the image out of my mind, but my body had other plans. I felt my cock growing harder and harder.

Just as I was getting lost in my own thoughts, a soft knock at my door snapped me out of it. “Yeah, I can’t sleep,” I called out.

My mom entered my room, still wearing her robe, but now tied loosely, giving me glimpses of her body. She sat next to me on the bed and asked, “What’s keeping you up, dear?”

I hesitated, feeling embarrassed to share my thoughts with her. But she noticed the tent my erection was making in the sheets and smiled knowingly. “Ah, I see the problem. Can’t get it to go down?”

I blushed, not expecting my mother to mention anything about my arousal. “Um, yeah. It’s kind of a problem.”

“Come on, you’re not a kid anymore, you’re a college student. Let’s see what you’ve got there,” she said, pulling the sheet down and revealing my fully erect cock.

“Oh my!” she exclaimed, “You do have a problem. It’s all hard and I’ll bet it’s almost painful. Did I interrupt you just when you were about to cum?”

I blushed even more, feeling embarrassed and aroused at the same time. “Yeah, Mom. It really is.”

“Would it be weird if I helped you with that?” she asked, wrapping her hand around my cock. Her hand covered half of it, making me moan in pleasure.

“It’s kind of weird, but oh god, that feels good!” I replied, enjoying the sensation of my mother’s touch.

She smiled and started to stroke up and down, then leaned over and spat on my cock to make it slick. “Just relax, honey, and let it come. Don’t try to stop it. Would this help?” she asked, opening her robe open and exposing her breasts.

“Oh wow, Mom thank you are you sure it’s ok!” I exclaimed, not able to take my eyes off her tits.

“If it helps you cum you can touch them if you want, but listen don’t get used to this,” she said, increasing her speed and knowing that my dad would start wondering what she was up to if she stayed in my room for too long.

Just then, Dad shouted up the stairs, “Honey, what are you doing up there? The movie’s going to be starting soon!”

“I’ll be right there soon, honey!” she shouted back, then turned to me and whispered, “Hurry please and cum, or he’ll fucking come up here to see what I’m doing, shit I shouldn’t be doing this in the first place.”

She spat on my cock again and rapidly stroked, knowing that she had to make me cum quickly. I couldn’t hold back any longer and with a loud moan, I reached my climax.

“Argh, mmm, ffffuck,” My cum shot up to my neck and painted my torso with white strands of thick cum.

“Oh god, Mmmm,” I moaned, feeling relieved and satisfied.

“Shh, he’ll hear you,” my mom whispered, putting her other hand over my mouth.

My orgasm was quickly followed by a feeling of guilt and embarrassment. I couldn’t believe that I had just let my own mom wank me off. Her hand moved up and down so fast it was a blur and she had to keep her hand over my mouth as I erupted with spurt after spurt huge robes of cum fired in the hair and landed on me.

She quickly pulled her robe back together, passed me some tissues and left the room, leaving me to clean myself up. I couldn’t believe what the fuck had just happened, but deep down, I couldn’t deny that it felt amazing.

I was lying there alone after my mother had left and shut the door behind her. My body was still tingling from the intensity of the insane handjob my own mom gave me. I had just experienced something so personal and well totally wrong, but something I never thought I would do with my mom.

I couldn’t deny that it had felt amazing, but at the same time, I was filled with guilt and shame. I couldn’t believe how easily I had given in to the pleasure she had offered. It was all so wrong, yet it had felt so right at the time.

As I cleaned myself up, my thoughts were a mess of confusion and inner conflict. I couldn’t shake the memory of her hands on me, the way she had expertly brought me to the edge and then pushed me over. It was a side of her that I had never seen before, so confident and bold. I couldn’t help but find it incredibly alluring.

In the days that followed, I found myself constantly replaying the events of that night in my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about the feel of her soft, warm skin against mine and the way her breasts had moved. It was like a fire had been ignited inside me, and I couldn’t put it out no matter how hard I tried.

I longed for her touch, for the way she had made me feel so alive and filled with desire. It was a dangerous path I was on, but I couldn’t resist the pull of the forbidden.

I found myself seeking out more moments of intimacy with my mother, moments that left me feeling guilty and exhilarated. We would lock eyes silently, and she would take me by the hand and lead me to her bedroom. There, we would lose ourselves in each other, driven by a passion that was both fierce and undeniable.

It was a desire, pleasure and forbidden sexual thoughts that I couldn’t resist. As we continued to explore our desires, I knew that there was no turning back. I was lost in a love that was both beautiful and dangerous, a love that would consume me until there was nothing left but the ashes of what we had once been.

A week had passed since the night my mother had helped me reach my climax, and I found myself in a familiar scenario once again. I was alone in my room, lost in the pleasure of my own touch when my mother walked in on me. Her eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, she seemed at a loss for words. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of embarrassment as I quickly tried to cover myself, but before I could say anything, I found myself asking if she could help again.

To my surprise, she didn’t hesitate. Instead, she stepped closer and took over, her hand wrapping around my cock and stroking it expertly. I felt a jolt of excitement as she took control, my body responding to her touch almost immediately. “Oh god, Mom,” I moaned, feeling a mix of arousal and embarrassment.

She continued to stroke me, her touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, and I found myself growing increasingly aroused as she worked her magic. “You like that, don’t you?” she said, her voice low and seductive.

I could only nod in response, unable to form words as the pleasure consumed me. But then, halfway through, she leaned in and started to suck me, her mouth warm and wet as she took me in. “Oh fuck,” I gasped, my body trembling with the intensity of the sensation.

As she continued to suck me, I could feel my climax building, my body on the verge of release. I groaned in pleasure as I reached the edge, and then, with a surge of intensity, I came. My mother nearly choked as I cum shotted the back of her throat, but she swallowed it down, and I felt a surge of pleasure flood through me as I released, my body trembling with the intensity of my release.

As I came down from the high, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. I was filled with a sense of guilt and shame, but at the same time, I was overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure I had just experienced. It was a moment I would never forget, a forbidden pleasure that had left me feeling both exhilarated and conflicted. When I came, I could hear her gulp down, and that only added to the intensity and excitement of the moment.


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