The story is fiction and all characters are over the age of 18 years old.
“I wish you would stop bloody scratching,” my mom said as I sat next to her, my hands in my pants, trying to relieve the itchiness in my groin.
“Sorry Mom, did you change the laundry detergent or something? I can’t help but itch, it’s so annoying and uncomfortable,” I explained as she sighed and turned back to the TV.
Despite my efforts to stop, I continued to itch. It was frustrating and embarrassing.
After 30 minutes, my mom finally spoke up again. “Let me take a look. There’s no need to be shy, I’ve seen them before,” she said, surprising me with her offer to help.
I hesitantly showed her my itchy balls, relieved to finally have some relief from the incessant scratching.
But as she was gently scratching and soothing the itch, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sensation. My eyes closed as I started to get hard.
My mom noticed and smirked, her hand still on my balls. “Oh my goodness, looks like someone is enjoying this,” she said with a knowing smile. I blushed and tried to pull away, but my mom held me in place. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s natural to get aroused when someone touches you there,”
“I will have to stop this in a moment as you’re enjoying it way too much and this just isn’t right,” she said as she continued to scratch my balls.
“Please… please don’t stop Mom,’ I pleaded, ‘it itches more down my shaft down the side.
I knew it was a lie, but I couldn’t help it. I just wanted her to keep touching me. My mom hesitated for a moment, but then she continued to scratch my balls. I closed my eyes and let out a moan, unable to control my growing desire.
“Mom, I don’t mean to get… you know… hard,” I said embarrassingly, “I should go to the bathroom to take care of it.”
She fought with the idea for a moment before finally giving in.
“Unless… no…,” she mumbled, her hand still itching down the side of my cock.
“What? What is it?” I asked, curious about what she was thinking.
“Unless I help,” my mom said, a hint of hesitation still in her voice. I could see the internal struggle on her face, but the pleasure from her touch was too much to resist. I nodded eagerly, and my mom’s hand began to move faster.
I could see her eyes fixated on my cock, her other hand between her legs, rubbing herself. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but it felt so good. I let out a moan as my mom’s hand moved faster, and she leaned in closer to get a better view.
“Oh shit, Mom, that feels so fucking good,” I moaned, trying to keep my voice down as my mom’s hand worked its magic. “I can see you’re having a discreet rub too, mmmm.”
My mom just smirked and continued to stroke me, her hand moving up and down my shaft with ease.
I sneakily moved my hand between her legs and took over the rubbing as she gasped, “Jason… we can’t,” I could feel her soaking through her knickers.
“We can mom, listen I am just returning the favour,” I adjusted her underwear so I could access her pussy as I pulled her knickers to the side of her pussy.
As I continued to rub my mom’s pussy, she let out a loud moan, her hips grinding against my hand. I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, and I couldn’t resist the urge to slip a finger inside of her.
“Oh, Jason,” my mom moaned, her head falling back in pleasure. “I never knew you had such talented hands.”
I blushed at her words, but my cock was still rock solid and begging for attention. I needed to feel her, to be inside of her. I pulled her on top of me, her wet pussy sliding against my rock-hard cock.
“Jason, what are we doing?” my mom asked, her voice filled with desire.
“I don’t know, Mom,” I replied, my hands on her hips as I guided her down onto my cock. “But I am so horny right now, and you are too shh it be our secret.”
My mom impaled herself on my cock in one quick motion, her groans echoing throughout the room. It felt amazing, but I couldn’t believe I was having sex with my mom.
I grabbed onto her ass, thrusting up into her as she rode me her pussy gripping my cock. I started kissing her neck while she rode me as I unbuttoned her blouse and opened it to see her beautiful cleavage. She had a big pair of tits which I soon let free. She pushed my head in between her breasts as she started to ride me faster.
“Ugh, mmmm Jason,” my mom was enjoying it and so was I.
As my mom and I continued to have sex, our moans filled the room. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to be inside of her, and she seemed to be enjoying it just as much. I could feel her wetness dripping down onto me as she rode me, her breasts bouncing with each movement. It was the most incredible feeling in the world.
I couldn’t resist the urge to touch her more, to explore her body. I moved my hand down to her pussy, feeling the slick wetness between her legs. She let out a loud moan as my fingers rubbed her clit as my cock slid in and out, and I knew I was doing something right.
“Oh honey, Mmmm fuck, oh my pussy, ” the wet sounds of her pussy on every thrust turned me on even more.
“Jason, I’m going to…” my mom trailed off, unable to finish her sentence as she reached her peak. Her body shook with pleasure as she came, her juices flowing and gushing down my cock.
Now that only left me to cum, so I gripped her hips as tight as I could as she hugged into me and went for it. I gave her all I had and pounded the fuck out of her pussy.
As I pounded into my mom’s pussy, I could feel my orgasm building. It was getting closer and closer, and I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer. I gripped my mom’s hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft skin as I thrust into her even harder.
I pounded and pounded her like a piece of meat. Until I let out a loud groan as I came, my hot cum shooting deep inside of her. It felt like the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, as I kept thrusting her up and down my cock until I was empty.
As she climbed off my knee my cock fell out of her and hit my leg limb and coated in mom’s juices. We were panting and sweating, I couldn’t believe what had just happened.
I couldn’t help but feel guilty, but the pleasure was too overwhelming for me to care.
“That was amazing, Mom,” I said, still trying to catch my breath.
“It was, wasn’t it?” she replied, her hand still stroking my chest.
“I never knew it could feel so good with my son, trust me I needed that, been over 10 years since I you know had sex.” We both lay there in silence for a few minutes, still recovering from our intense orgasm.
But then my mom turned to me with a mischievous grin on her face. “You know, we could do this again sometime,” she said, her hand moving down to my limb-soaked cock. I couldn’t believe it, my mom wanted to have sex with me again. And as much as I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t resist her.
From that day on, my mom and I had a secret relationship. We would sneak around and have sex whenever we could, always making sure no one would catch us.
It was our little secret, our dirty little secret. And even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t help but love every moment of it. Years went by and our forbidden relationship only grew stronger. We would still sneak around, but now we didn’t have to be as discreet.
I would often come home from college to visit my mom and we would spend every night together, exploring each other’s bodies and trying new things. But as much as I loved our secret relationship, I couldn’t help but feel guilty.
I knew it was wrong to be sleeping with my own mother, but I couldn’t stop. One day, my mom sat me down and had a serious conversation with me. She told me that as much as she loved our relationship, it couldn’t go on like this. She was afraid of getting caught and the consequences it would have on our family. She wanted us to stop before it was too late. I was heartbroken, but I knew she was right.
We couldn’t keep living this secret life, it was too risky. So we made a pact to stop seeing each other in that way and just be mother and son. It was a difficult decision, but we both knew it was for the best. But even though we stopped having sex, the bond between my mom and I was unbreakable.
We had shared something so intimate and special, and it brought us closer together. We were no longer just mother and son, we were best friends. And to this day, we still share our little secret, our dirty little secret. But now it’s just a memory, a forbidden love that will always hold a special place in our hearts. And even though it was wrong, I wouldn’t change a thing. Because in the end, it brought my mom and me closer than ever before.
