A Mother’s Love Waxes Eternal

Literotic asexstories – A Mother’s Love Waxes Eternal by SmutDispenser2024,SmutDispenser2024 “Oh, shit-ahahahah-phew”

The esthetician rolled her eyes, before slathering the next part of my legs to wax. She’d already stripped my chest and abs bare, and was now working on the Brazilian portion of our appointment.

Blonde-haired, tall, thick and very busty— she wasn’t a perfect match for my type, but she was extremely attractive, which was part of my problem. A problem exacerbated each time she leaned over me to rip the wax off my naked body, large tits pressing tight against me. We were about half-way done, but I could tell my little–well, I’m not that modest, it was rapidly becoming fairly large– problem was straining the limits of her professionalism. I’ve never been one to cum at the slightest touch of a woman, my current status of a virgin notwithstanding. But something about being rolled on my back, legs in the air, ass exposed, dick and balls being displayed in all their glory to a very attractive girl– it all just combined, in time with her bending over me, grabbing my dick at the base to secure it as she ripped up a sheet of wax– my balls suddenly contracted, my cock suddenly writhed in her hand, and I shot load after load into the air.

Tiffany, as I now noticed her name-tag read, just stood there in shock. My cock had begun to recede, its proud emissions having left a trail across my chest, abs, and… She dabbed at her cheek as I now saw several huge gobs had painted her face.

“Oh, fuck I’m so sorry!”

“I think it’s best if you just go ahead and go.”

I quickly hopped off the table and put my clothes on in a rush.

Wary that I might get called in for assault, however unintentional, I again apologized profusely as I walked out of the room. She didn’t make eye contact with me and just stood at the door waving me out. I took a few steps down the hallway before looking back. She still wasn’t looking at me, but… I swear I could see a blush to her cheeks and a quick dart of her tongue to the corner of her mouth where some cum had begun to gather.

While that last sight would normally turn me on to no end, I was more just grateful that it seemed likely she wouldn’t be reporting me for my… indiscretion with my secretions. I was about halfway home, before I realized I was only halfway through with my waxing. I stopped at the pharmacy, awkwardly looking for a wax kit. I wasn’t even sure if it was something you could do on your own. While I waited on the bored looking cashier I reflected back on my original reasoning for going to get waxed to begin with. I’d just recently begun getting intimate with my unofficial girlfriend of a few months. We were both due to graduate high-school soon. I’d noticed that she was clean-shaven or waxed, and had begun to feel guilty for the bush of hair I was subjecting her to in return. I began reminiscing how her long smooth legs looked as she lowered her pussy to my eager face. How she’d hold my legs as she worked my soft cock with her tongue, the feeling as it engorg— “Sir. Sir!”

I shook my head as I looked at the cute cashier prompting me to checkout. A quick cut of her eyes alerted me to my unexpected erection. I quickly shuffled forward, as her lips quirked into a smile. Raven-haired, pale, and petite but with perky little tits, she seemed like the archetype of sexy emo girls I’d heard about but only rarely interacted with. Her smile grew a little larger when she saw what I was buying. “So you keep that little guy waxed do you?” I self-consciously scratched the back of my head while she rang up the kit. “Well, I’m sort of just experimenting this time”. She marked something down on my receipt and handed me my bag. “Well, I also like experimenting. You can learn a lot about someone like that.” She gave an impish grin that still somehow failed to drill into me that she was definitely hitting on me. I’d certainly file it away in the spank-bank, but in the moment I instinctively, foolishly, dismissed it as a bored cashier’s banter, gave her a smile and some words in farewell and headed home.

***

Lisa twisted and looked at her backside in the mirror. The bright orange bikini struggled mightily to contain her curves. For the past six months she had been working out with a singular focus, and while she had some cellulite still and couldn’t quite squeeze into the cheeky bikini –a relic from her 20s– without her large breasts spilling out, or without half her ass cheeks rolling over the top, she had to admit she was starting to look really good. Hell, as a mom of two who still worked full-time, she was damn proud of herself. She just wished her husband Steve were half as appreciative. She loved the man, but he hardly seemed receptive to her needs for the last decade. She sometimes wondered if there was another woman but pushed the thought aside. Even if there was another woman, she’d just work herself harder and make him realize what he was missing. And then dump his ass. If he was cheating.

She was just noticing the light brown tufts of hair flowing out the top of her bikini bottoms and debating what to do with them when she heard the light knock on the ajar door to her bedroom.

Panicked, she quickly turned around to see her son at the door, hand paused mid-knock, staring agog at her. She quickly brought her hands up to try to preserve some modesty around her barely hidden bosom as he froze like a deer with its eyes in a pair of highbeams- which wasn’t too far from the truth. Belatedly she realized her attempt at covering her breasts had exposed her even more scandalous bottoms as his eyes slowly tracked down the milky white contours toward her bikini line and the embarrassing bush it was failing to contain.

“w-will…—WILLIAM!” She finally plucked up some wit and managed to yell out her son’s name and break whatever spell he was under. He blushed and started stammering excuses as he backed up rapidly, quickly finding the mess of bags and luggage near the door as he began to tumble backward. Embarrassment forgotten, Lisa rushed forward to check on her son as he lay on the floor. “Jesus, I’m so sorry Will, Steve left all this crap here even after I warned him. Oh baby I’m so sorry!” She was now bent over Will, heedless of how transfixed he was on the two large hanging orbs in front of him. “I’m okay mom, really, just a little dazed is all.”

“Well, at least let me help you to your room.”

Will started to object, but some newly awakened, perverse part of him demanded he accept her offer of help as his barely clothed mother wrapped his arm around her shoulder and helped support him to his room. It wasn’t just his mother’s now newly registered sex appeal that surprised him though.

“Mom, when did you get so strong? I feel like you could practically carry me to my room if you wanted.”

Lisa felt an unexpected sense of pride at having her hard work be recognized at last.

“Well, I have been working out almost daily for quite a few months now. Amazing what a few squats can do for you!”

She helped ease him onto his bed, as she relished the praise her son had given. She was vaguely aware that his hand seemed to trace down a lot of her exposed skin as he withdrew his arm. She might have called him out on it, jokingly as she gathered he was still a little out of sorts, except she suddenly became aware of the goosebumps that suddenly raced out across her body.

This momentary reverie was broken when he suddenly exclaimed in pain as he went to lean back on his wrist. He began to inspect it as she got down on her knees to look at it as well. She grabbed his hand and began to turn it over, tracing it with her fingers. She noticed now that it had begun bruising and did indeed looked slightly deformed from the fall.

“Well, it looks like it’s broken. We’re definitely gonna have to get this looked at son. Stay here, I’ll go get dressed and pull the car around, and then we’ll head over to the clinic.”

***

Will watched, intently, as his mom walked– no, now that he was paying attention, his mother’s hips could only be said to sashay out of the room. Tiny bikini scrunching even further into her ass. Despite the pain plaguing his right arm, he tried to burn everything he just saw into memory. Mom’s adorably shocked face as he barged in on her, chestnut pubes curling out of her bikini, and finally how her tits had looked as she kneeled at the foot of his bed to look at his wrist. A part of him had prayed to the god of textiles and knots that her bikini top would come untied at that moment, exposing her ample bosom to him while she was perched just inches away from his cock. They had ignored his prayers this time and as his excitement began to fade, he began to feel a bit guilty for having such depraved thoughts for his mother.

**

“I’ll be the first to sign it!”

“I’m not sure signing slings is really a thing mom…”

Will’s mom’s exuberance was hard to resist, and his spirits began to rise again. His injury was minor, a relatively routine fix but he would need to wear a sling for at least a few weeks. His mom had bizarrely insisted on assisting him up the stairs and into his bedroom again, despite the only painkillers he was on being a heavy dose of aspirin.

“You can’t be too careful, not to mention I still feel so bad since I feel like I caused you to fall.”

“No, no, if anything it was dad’s fault like you said. It honestly won’t be a big deal, except for–” he cut himself off as he realized his mom might not wish to hear about his lacklustre masturbatory prospects going forward.

“Oh, don’t be shy Will, I’m your mother, what’s wrong?”

She seemed to know exactly what was on his mind when he’d cut off. Will panicked.

“I just won’t be able to finish my wax. I wasn’t able to finish it earlier, but now I’ll probably have to return the kit.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I can help you with that! I owe ya after all!”

Will’s eyes widened at the offer. He’d just been trying to think of any excuse for why he might be inconvenienced without use of his arm.

“Are you sure? It’s kind of personal.”

Lisa looked at her son for a moment.

Belatedly she made the connection at just what part of him needed waxing.

Fighting back a blush, she assured him “Y-yes. Don’t you worry, believe it or not you won’t be the first man I’ve helped groom. I can be a consummate professional when I want to be!”

Will just raised his eyebrow at this, but agreed to go along with it.

**

“Knock knock!”

“Come in! I’m … decent-ish.”

“Well, even if you’re not, its not like I haven’t seen your privates in the course of these 18 years.”

Lisa pushed open the door to her son’s room. She idly wondered why she’d even left him to change as he was now buck naked on his bed, save for a small hand towel over his crotch. She approached his legs as he lay on his back, removed the towel, and began slathering strips of hot wax above his cock– penis, she mentally corrected herself. She remembered to keep breathing and lifted it out of the way.

“1. 2….” She ripped, and he flinched but didn’t call out as she removed his hair bit by bit. She moved on to his penis and lifted it vertically and slathered wax on it. In order to prevent it from sticking to his stomach, she needed to hold his penis in place while it solidified. Will was making a concerted effort to look away. His cock was beginning to stand of its own accord, his rational mind outraged at his traitorous cock’s impropriety.. It would have been much easier to manage had his mother not decided to wear such a low-cut top with her boobs on full display when bent over administering to his cock.

“Almoooost done. Just have to get these little guys here and finish you up down under!”

Will began reciting a mantra “IwillnotcumIwillnotcum” while trying to imagine all sorts of unsexy things to calm himself. Grannies, cold showers, dusty old books… he worked his way through every teen boy’s list of erection killers.

His mom pushed his freshly waxed cock back, intending to begin working on his balls. He groaned as his cock bounced right back into its vertical position.

His mom looked puzzled, then laughed and pushed it back a few more times.

“Will, it’s like those Weeble Wobble toys growing up. You can make a weeble wobble, but it won’t fall down!”

Her smile was radiant but slowly faded into something melancholic as she half muttered

“If only they were all that reliable…”

Will gave her a searching look, but she changed the topic immediately. She began moving his scrotum around preparing to drag it flat for the next strip of wax when her phone rang.

“It’s just dad, I’ll just let him know to bring dinner for us.”

She answered the phone with one hand and began talking to her husband. She had moved her hand back to his testicles and was absent-mindedly attempting to prepare them, but was so distracted that he was beginning to feel like she was fondling him instead.

Churches, tax season, nursing homes. Will continued his recitations.

Suddenly he heard his mom angrily speaking, almost yelling into the phone. Her gentle meanderings turned into a vice grip as she sun-consciously gripped him by the base of his shaft.

“Your son just broke his wrist tripping over your crap! What do you mean you can’t make it home in time for dinner?!”

Will’s resistance was wearing thin and it was only when he aborted a pelvic thrust midway that his mother realized what she was doing, yet her grip hadn’t slackened.

“Fine, just stay out with your friends all night if thats what you want. Gotta go.”

She hung up, finally looking down at her son’s manhood she was gripping. Blushing, she moved her hands down and resumed the waxing in stormy silence.

“Mom– are you okay, mom?”

Lisa breathed out heavily, unaware of the effect the outpouring of her breath had on her son’s highly sensitive area.

Pharmacists, cashiers— at this last boring innocuous thought his mind immediately leaped to the raven haired goddess he’d seen earlier that day and his cock jerked backward in his excitement. Will’s silent recitations had inevitably turned from the unsexy and mundane to his imagining sexy and fantastical scenarios while his mom gripped his cock.

As she opened her mouth to answer, Lisa felt her son’s cock thrust in her grip once more, and was blindsided as an impressive amount of cum spurted out of her son’s cock coating her face lightly, and she could feel his hot cum as it drizzled down the globes of her partially exposed chest. She was incensed, but couldn’t help but compare how much more volume there was compared to her husband’s sad little drizzles. Lectures could wait, however, as she rapidly removed her top and bra, eager to get it in the wash. Barely even cognizant of her son, she half-sprinted out of the room toward the laundry.

Will was feeling a complex mix of mortified, guilty, and, undeniably, horny. He’d just seen his mom completely covered in his own cum, and naked from the waist up as she escaped the room, lovely tits jiggling all the while.

At last some sense of what he had done seemed to come over him, and he quickly hopped up and ran after his mom, desperate to reassure her it was an accident. Lisa, on the other hand, had put her clothes in the washer, along with her pants just for good measure. She had begun an angry stomping pace back to his room while she tried not to think of what he had done. And so she was dressed only in a small thong as she turned the corner and ran into her son, completely naked and cock flopping in every direction. Unable to stop in time, he ran into her, but she had prepared herself to catch him. Unfortunately in the process she’d managed to shove his bad arm, as he tripped and fell to the ground again.

Seeing her son distraught and practically in tears on the floor, in part due to the pain she’d inflicted on his arm, her anger subsided.

“Come on baby, it’s okay, I know it was an accident.”

She had her doubts about that, but she didn’t want him to feel too badly. She’d actually been entertaining a few naughty thoughts of her own prior to her husband disrupting them. Just like that, the target of whatever remained of her anger was shifted, and she began to warm toward her son again.

Will gratefully took her hand as she helped lift him up from the floor, and she drew him into a tight hug, mindful of his hurt arm. She gradually became aware of how naked she was, but accepted that as they were so tightly bound together at the moment that he wouldn’t see anything untoward. She was aware, however, of the hard, rapidly growing…something… prodding at her as they embraced. She awkwardly tried to shift a little, only to feel her son’s now rock hard penis slide between her thighs, with only a thin layer of silk separating her … oh god, she could feel how warm and wet she was becoming down there.

She felt his one strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist, and could feel his hand along her lower back… she shuddered in excitement, hoping he didn’t notice her trembling. After perhaps half a minute, during which she could swear she’d felt him thrusting very slightly between her, Lisa extricated herself reluctantly from his embrace. She felt his fingers tracing her skin as she pulled away and her mind blanked somewhat. Awkwardly looking anywhere but in his questioning eyes, she turned away.

“Well, I think we still have a bit more to go, come on, let’s go wrap it up. She began walking toward his bedroom upstairs, away from her room and a change of clothes. Belatedly she realized that he’d be getting an eyeful as he climbed the stairs behind her, but felt like to acknowledge the bizarre circumstances would be to make them real.

Will followed his mom toward his room, gaining a newfound appreciation for her as her sculpted legs were on full display. The tiny red thong she wore was almost swallowed entirely between her large, rounded ass. He’d initially come after her to assuage his guilt over what he’d done to her, but as his cock had been pulled between her legs, he had begun to wonder. Even now he could feel the now cooling wetness that she’d left on his cock.

Catching up to her at the top of the stairs, he quickly embraced her from behind, wishing he had both hands to wrap around her waist as he pulled her closer, cock at full attention between her cheeks, head nuzzling into her hair, “I love you mom.”

He left her be as she recovered for a moment and followed after him. She found him laying back on his bed, ready for her to finish the job. She was much more subdued as she worked at ripping off the last vestiges of hair from between his legs and on his ass. For the duration of this, his cock stood up, unyielding as if taunting her. She was sure he’d be making some lucky lady very happy with a thick tool like that.

At last, ripping the last strip off his asshole, they finished as he made a loud yelp. She smiled at him as he recovered from his last little pain.

“Geez mom, the least you could do is kiss it better…”

Lisa knew her son was only joking, but a naughty impulse took over. She spread his legs and got her nose just below his scrotum, modesty and boundaries now a hazy distant memory.

“Was it hurting bad here?” She gave him a peck on his left testicle. “Or here?”

Her mouth quickly dipped to the other with a pronounced smooching sound. His breathing had almost ceased at that last one. Lisa felt a strange sense of pride at the effect she was having on a boy half her age.

She decided to try something even naughtier she’d always been curious about.

“Or was it here?”

At this, she quickly lapped her tongue around his rectum, surprised at her own forwardness.

She’d meant it as a joke but her son grabbed the back of her head by the hair and kept her face buried in his ass. She vaguely heard a breathy “I love you mom” as he did. Without putting any more thought into it, Lisa began licking his delightfully hairless ass and rubbing his legs as she did. She definitely heard moans now. As she came up for air and to call it quits, she felt him pulling her urgently toward his cock, drizzling pre-cum already. Instinctively, she opened her mouth and took her own son’s girthy member to the hilt. His fingers had relaxed their grip but had continued to rub and scratch her head affectionately. In spite of herself, she was getting into it, but a sense of responsibility was coming back to reign her in. Just as she was pulling back to tell him to finish himself off, she felt his cock twitch and his balls contract. She fought her natural inclination to engulf him as he finished, but had a lucid moment as she remembered this was her son. Unfortunately, Will seemed to have been too far gone to care, as he pulled her head back down, and after some initial resistance she finally complied. She choked, but held it together as yet another huge stream of cum went inside her. It was far too much this time, and she pulled out, cum overflowing across her tits and back on his cock and belly.

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She wasn’t sure what it was, but being manhandled like Will’s personal fleshlight had turned her on. She immediately set to licking all over her sons cock, balls, and abs making sure to collect every last drop of delectable cum—she looked up at her son’s face, his mouth completely agape and suddenly realized she’d gone too far.

Will was prepared this time, as soon as he saw his mom’s face, he knew she was about to bolt. This new, horny side to his mother was wholly unelected, but it was ultimately his fault for putting her in such a situation. He rushed after her, meaning to comfort her. She locked the bathroom door behind her, and took a moment to appreciate how her son’s cum had seemed to glaze so much of her. She heard her son tapping on the door.

“Mom, are you okay? Can I come inside?”

Lisa took several deep breaths.

“Look, I think we both just got a little heated, but I know you know what we did was wrong on so many levels.”

“…was it though? I love you, mom. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable though…”

Lisa sighed, and shooed him away. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could resist. She had her back to the door during this conversation, and her legs were twisting together writhing in excitement.

At last she could sense he’d left, and she turned on the shower. As she entered the steamy bliss, she reached her hand between her legs intent on finding another form of bliss as she imagined her son holding her down and taking her once again.