She released a long moan and opening her eyes, sighed, “God I came hard, my son did a good job making his mother cum, now it’s my turn,” She pointed at me, “Stand up”
I would get off the couch and standing in front of her groaned as she sat up and unzipped my jeans. I cupped her firm tits and she moaned as I played with them while she pulled my pants down. My cock sprang free and licking her lips, mom whispered, “Oh, is this big hard dick all for mommy?” Even in my fantasy all I could manage was to nod and as she took my cock in her hand and lowered her head she asked, “Tell mommy what you want.”
“M.. mom I want you to… suck my cock!”
My hand was rapidly pumping my cock as my mind’s eye watched my mother lower her mouth to my swollen purple head. Her brown eyes were looking up at me and her pink tongue teasing along the tip of my cock making me whimper. With a wink she opened her mouth wide and took me…
“Stop!” I blurted out loud and pulled my hand from my cock as if it had been burned.
I sat up with my heart pounding and stared disgustedly at the large bulge in my boxers.
“What the fuck, Ryan?”
Even though it was what I was trying for I was ashamed that I had been jerking off to my mother. More than ashamed, I was concerned that in mid fantasy it had gone from Vicky to mom and I had gotten more excited. Clear as day I heard Uncle Malcolm’s voice in my head, telling me every son wanted his mother and all it took was one time to think of her sexually to wake up that desire.
“Shut up, you sick fuck.” I muttered, rubbing my temples and wishing my cock would stop aching and go limp, I’d be damned if I would try jerking off at this point.
Was uncle right? Did every son have a latent desire to be with their mom, but never knew it because it was something we were told was wrong from day one? Do mothers also have that strange feeling to be with their sons? No, he was a pervert who had spent years directing and producing porn. He fueled people’s fantasies and had gotten to a point the only thing that could get him off was something no one would do. Well unless they were getting paid sixty grand for it anyway.
I had to tell mom I couldn’t do this. I shuddered at the way she had told uncle she could persuade me if she had to. There was no way I would let mom do that to me, especially for that piece of shit. I had to get her to see reason, we could find a nice apartment, I could take time away from school and Billy and Katie would make new friends and learn to like a new school. We could… I looked up at a knock.
“Hey Ryan, can I come in?” Mom asked from the other side of the door.
“Um, hold on.” I slid up to the headboard and leaning back against it, pulled the sheet up to my waist to cover my still semi hard cock, “Okay, come on in.”
Mom entered the room and in the dim light cast by the small lamp on my nightstand I saw she was wearing a short red silk robe. The robe was as short as any of her work outfits and I wondered if she were getting used to dressing like that. When she closed the door, Mom thumbed the lock on my door and turning, walked slowly over to the bed.
The robe was loosely tied and showing a lot of the smooth white skin of her chest as well as an uncomfortable amount of cleavage. My eyes dropped to her long legs and to my dismay I thought of my fantasy from moments ago and felt my cock twitch. I blinked, trying to clear Uncle’s bullshit from my head.
“What’s up, mom?”
“You are, I see.” She smiled down at me as she sat on the edge of my bed next to me.
Mom drew one of her legs up onto the bed, so it was bent in front of her while her other foot was on the floor. I’d seen her sit like this countless times, but at no other time was she dressed like this and the robe slid up her inner thigh and I swore if I tried I would be able to see straight up between her legs. I lifted my gaze, once again noting the amount of exposed chest before reaching her face.
At least her face looked normal, mom wasn’t wearing any make up and her long hair was pulled into a pony tail. “Ryan?”
“It’s only ten thirty.” I told her, “You should be the one sleeping.”
“Seems I have things on my mind.” She put her hand on my arm, “You too.”
“Yeah, school, work schedule, having sex with my mom, you know, little things.”
“Me too.” She agreed. “I talked to your uncle an hour ago. He has something for me to sign and said he has the cash and the check. He booked a room at the Biltmore and wants to know if eleven is okay tomorrow.”
“I’m busy. In fact I’m busy the next twenty years.”
“I said it would be fine.”
“I get no say I guess.”
“You made me a promise.”
“I know. I’m… just not too excited about this.”
“I know, honey.” Mom touched my cheek then sat back and was quiet for a moment, “You know Ryan, tomorrow… you know what he wants.”
“He made it pretty clear.”
“Its not going to be easy and not just because its sex, but he is going to want dirty talk and really play up that I’m your mother. He’s looking for his fantasy, Ryan, but he is looking to humiliate me during it. Looking for me to be degrading and slutty. He’s always wanted me and this is as close as he gets so… be prepared for that.”
“Mom, I…”
“Remember.” Mom leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, “What we do is with and for love. Okay?”
“I guess.” She kissed my cheek again, but closer to my lips and much more softly
“Words are words and sex is sex, especially for him. But for us? This is an act of love and sacrifice.”
“Right.” I whispered as her next kiss brushed my lips.
“I… I want you to relax Ryan. I’m going to kiss you, a real kiss.”
“What?” I started to sit up, but she put her hand on my chest, holding me down.
“I don’t want tomorrow to be the first time we touch. I want you to be a little less nervous and same for me. Now kiss me.”
Mom pressed her lips softly against mine and I sat there frozen.
“Come on, Ryan.” She said softly, “Give your mother a kiss.”
Mom kissed me again and I forced myself to kiss her back. I was going for a soft peck, but mom leaned into me, pushing me back into the headboard and I had nowhere to go. Her lips caressed mine and she slid them back and forth, placing soft teasing kisses on my mouth. I could smell her perfume and was aware of her breasts pressing against my chest through the thin material of the robe.
Not just her breasts, but her nipples, her hard nipples. To my chagrin my cock was swelling and without realizing I was going to do it, I returned her kiss. Hesitantly at first, but after feeling how soft her lips were and driven by what was now a full erection beneath the sheet, I kissed her harder. Mom moaned softly in her throat and my cock jumped at the sound. Mom’s lips parted against mine and this time lingered in one spot.
Figuring, what the hell it was only a kiss, I found myself returning it with more enthusiasm. Mom made a sound in her throat that could only be described as a purr and ran her long nails lightly down my bare chest. Her lips were working more forcefully, at this point just about devouring my mouth and her aggressiveness caused another surge between my legs.
I parted my lips to try to capture hers and mom’s tongue immediately plunged into my mouth. I gasped and my first reaction was how wrong this was, but within seconds that was replaced by the fact that my mother’s soft wet tongue felt pretty damn good caressing mine. I swirled my tongue against hers and this time it was a soft whimper that escaped her when I teased the roof of her mouth with my tongue.
Mom’s hand ran through my hair and curling her fingers into it, held me in place as her tongue continued to probe my mouth. As our kiss picked up intensity, I raised my arms and tentatively placed them around her. Mom sighed into our kiss as I rubbed her back through the silky material.
Mom’s lips withdrew from mine and I was shocked to find I was disappointed.
“See, baby? Not so bad is it?” Mom whispered in my ear then kissed my neck.
It was a soft kiss, but the feeling of her lips on my neck sent a shiver through me.
“Hmm, you like that?” Mom nibbled playfully at my earlobe.
Her hot breath in my ear coupled with the sensation of her hard nipples pushing into my chest had my cock throbbing and I was glad for the sheet covering it.
“It… feels nice.” I told her.
“Yes, it does.” Mom kissed my neck again and this time sucked gently causing me to moan.
As she played her tongue along my neck, Mom pulled her other leg up so she was now kneeling on the bed and leaning over me. Her lips still on my neck, mom grabbed the sheet and tossed it off of me. Her hand grabbed my cock through my boxers and I cried out in surprise.
“Oh, I guess it does feel nice.” Mom purred in my ear and squeezed my cock, “Look at you, look how hard you are for me.”
“M.. mom… I’m sorry.” I whispered, “I…”
“Don’t be. It’s what I want; I want my son to be nice and hard for me, to show me how much he wants me.”
“But I…”
“Shhh,” she breathed in my ear. “Just relax and let it happen, Ryan. Just let your body respond to me.”
Mom trailed her lips lightly down my neck, before switching to the other side. My hand’s slipped down to her hips and I had the overwhelming urge to grab the ties of her robe and pull it open. Instead I kept them on her hips as her mouth worked along my neck and she slowly stroked my cock through my underwear. Somewhere in the back of my mind I yelled at myself to move her hand and tell her to leave, but… my cock was aching and her lips felt amazing.