My mother scooted up right next to me. Without hesitation she reached out and grabbed my dick and started slowly gliding her hand up and down the shaft. It felt great, her hand was cool on my red hot cock. I starred in disbelief as She stroked me.
“Have you ever had a hand job?” she asked, very matter of factly. I shook my head “no” without looking away from her hand wrapped around me. “Well this is a hand job. Just like when you finger a girl, your fingers are supposed to feel like your penis is inside her, with a hand job her hand is supposed to feel like a vagina is around your penis, make sense?” I nodded, still not looking away as she kept stroking while she talked. “In other words, fingering is you using your hands to make her have an orgasm, and a hand job is her using her hands to make YOU have an orgasm. Now have you heard of a blow job?” my ears perked up, but I shook my head “no”, not wanting to throw my friend Mike under the bus. “Well a blow job is like a hand job, except that the girl puts your penis in her mouth and moves her head up and down.. Or back and forth, depending on how you’re positioned. But it’s the same idea, her mouth is supposed to feel like the vagina and make you cum that way. Now if the girl is really good, she’ll do two things; one, she’ll also use her hands while giving you a blow job, this can make it feel even better for you, but it takes a girl who knows what she’s doing. And two, she’ll have you cum inside of her mouth, and she’ll swallow it. This also helps make it feel better, and makes a cleaner experience. Make sense?” I nodded, God that sounded amazing.
“Now Adam, look at me”, she took her hand off of my cock and I turned to face her. She looked me right in the eyes, there was genuine concern in them. “I don’t know of we should be doing this” gesturing towards my hard on, “honestly we shouldn’t have done ANY of this. This isn’t something that mothers do with their sons” she was getting upset, “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I shouldn’t have shown you my vagina, I just wanted to answer your questions, and I felt bad that your only knowledge is coming from a completely unrealistic magazine, so I just wanted you to see what a normal woman looks like down there. I let it get carried away by having you touch me, and now here I am touching you!”
“I liked it!” it almost came out like a shout, but I couldn’t help myself. “I know you aren’t trying to do so something wrong with me, and I know that this isn’t something that sons are supposed to do with their mom’s, but I asked you and you showed me what it was like to feel a vagina, and now I’m so horny it hurts, and you are just being nice, and all I can think about is you touching me again!” My voice raised itself as I spoke.
“Really, you’re not grossed out? You’re not thinking to yourself ‘why is my mom doing this, I want her to stop’?”
“No. I mean, I was embarrassed when you first walked in, cuz I don’t want ANYONE to catch me playing with myself, let alone you or dad! But you made me feel better. And I would’ve never have been able to simply ASK a girl anything about sex, cuz I’d look stupid or inexperienced, but you had just walked in on me naked, and you asked if I had any questions, so I figured ‘why not, I can’t get any more embarrassed’” I laughed, and she smiled at me. “I’m not good with girls, and I didn’t wanna freak out the first time I saw a vagina, so I’m glad I saw one, and now I know what it’s like to play with one too! My friends, or dad, could never have helped me with that. And yes, of course I want to know what it’s like to have someone else make me cum, and if you’re willing to show me then I’m grateful, not grossed out!”
She smiled at me and looked relieved. “Well… would you like me to continue?” she asked me hesitantly. I gave a quick little nod. She grinned, “Hand me that lotion, sweetie” she pointed at the pump bottle on the other side of my bed. I reached over and grabbed it.
She moved onto her knees, so that she was kneeling beside my lap while I was partially sitting up, propped up by pillows. She pumped some lotion into the palms of both of her hands. “Do you remember how I said that the secret to a good blow job is using hands also, and swallowing?” she asked me. I looked at her and nodded. She gripped the base of my dick with her left hand and used her right hand to smear lotion around the head. “Well… the secret to a good hand job is using BOTH hands”. And with that she went to work pumping her hands up and down my shaft, it looked like she was churning butter! But she didn’t just move both hands up and down, she also rotated her wrists, turning her hands back and forth while she moved them up and down! My eyes widened, and my mouth dropped open. The feeling was incredible, I couldn’t have imagined that her hands would have felt so different, so much better, than me simply jerking myself off. I let out an involuntary little grunt, she obviously knew what this meant. She turned to look at me.
“OK, do you feel like you’re ready to cum?”
“Uh huh!” nodded rapidly, she grinned.
“Good, just let it go when you’re ready”. She was watching my cock as she pumped it with both hands. She was building speed, knowing that I was ready, and then it happened. I exploded.
This was the biggest, most powerful load I had ever had. I was notorious for big ejaculations, but this was something massive. I had already been working myself to an orgasm when my mom walked in, and since then I’d fingered her and watched while she came. Then she played with me, then stopped, then started up again! This load had been building for over an hour, and it sent a convulsive orgasm through my body as it blew out the end of my cock. The first shot hit my mother right in the face, causing her to squeeze her eyes and mouth closed, but she never stopped working my shaft with both hands.
I continued to ejaculate, sending streams of semen all over. More than one shot hit her in the face and neck, it landed on her nightgown and arms. It sprayed on to the bed, and onto my stomach, legs and chest. And as the shots ended, my mother still stroked me, tightly, milking the rest of the cum from my swollen cock head. It ran down the shaft, over my hips, and onto the bed, soaking the sheets where I laid. And once the flow ended, she just sat there, holding my dick, as if the semen that covered her hands had welded them in place.
I was spent, too exhausted and shocked to move. It felt like we sat that way for minutes, until she spoke. “Honey, will you hand me that towel I saw?” Her eyes were still tightly shut. I fumbled, trying to reach the towel that lay on the bed near my feet. I got it and handed it to her.
“Here you go”. She slowly released her hold on my still hard cock. Her dripping hands reached for the towel blindly. I put it in them, and she brought it directly to her face. She used the cloth to wipe deep into her eyes, getting my sticky cum. I still just sat there, unsure of what to do. After she must have gotten enough of it off of her face, she turned to look at me. I must’ve been a sight, completely naked, penis sticking straight up, covered in a fair amount of my own cum, and frozen stiff, too shocked to move. She laughed.
“Sweetie, why don’t you go take a shower, you’re a mess. I’m going to go wash my hands.”
“K” was all I could muster.
Once I started moving I realized just how much semen I’d gotten on my bed. I got up and glanced at her, she too was looking at the devastation I had caused. Without a word I moved out of the room and into the shower.
After I’d washed myself, I just stood there in a trance, letting the water run over me, replaying what had just happened. ‘Had my mom really just been the first woman I’d fingered? Was she really the first woman to give me an orgasm?’. I was trying to decide how I felt about that, was I ashamed, did it make me feel sick? NO. And what did my mom think?! Was she ashamed, or mad at me for what we did? Oh God, what did she think of seeing me cum that much? And I got it all over her, and in her eyes! She MUST be angry with me.
I got out of the shower, dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist. I opened the door and darted straight to my room, hoping I could avoid my mom. I walked into my room, and all the sheets had already been removed, I heard the washing machine running down stairs.
“Adam, come in here”, my mom called from her room. I walked in nervously. She was sitting in her bed, putting her hair up in a ponytail, she was wearing a clean nightgown. “Those sheets had to be washed, do you want to sleep in here tonight?” she asked warmly, not an ounce of disgust in her voice.
“Ya, ok”, my mood improved instantly. I walked towards her bed and removed my towel.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked with a laugh, go put on your Pjs.”
“Oh, I just figured, since you already saw…”
“Um, I’m still your mother, now go.” I went and put on a pair of pajama bottoms and walked back into her room. “Good, not turn off the light and get into bed”. I slowly climbed into the bed next to her, still unsure of the situation. She was laying facing me, she reached over and gently grabbed my cock through the cloth of my pants. “So does he feel better?” I was stunned, I turned my head to look at her.
“Ya”. She could read my reaction and grinned.
“Good, although I must say, I wasn’t expecting you to cum that much. Was it because you had been masturbating before I walked in?”
“Ya, partly, but I usually cum a lot.”
“Really?!” She seemed shocked. I nodded. “I’ll have to keep that in mind next time.”
“Next time?” My eyes nearly popped out of my head.
“Unless you don’t want to of course”, my seemed unsure after my reaction.
“No! I’d like that a lot.” She smiled. “I thought maybe you’d be upset, especially after I got it in your face.”
“Well I wasn’t expecting that, but no, I’m not upset. I enjoyed it. Your father and I don’t do stuff like that anymore, we still have sex, because he likes it, but he doesn’t like when I use my hands or mouth. Which sucks for me because I always enjoyed doing those things to a guy, it makes me feel sexy.”
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