Relieving My Mom

Literotic asexstories – Relieving My Mom by Ardresac,Ardresac I was 25, my mom must have been a little over 50.

My parents had divorced early during the year before I finished college. I had moved back in with my mom after graduation, just until I could get a decent job and a place of my own. I was on good terms with both of my parents, but I was always closer with my mom. Since she had gotten the house in the divorce, moving back into my old bedroom was the obvious choice. My sports posters and old computer were still set up in there. My video game consoles were in there too, although the TV had been transplanted into what was now just my mom’s bedroom. But that was fine; I’d rather watch TV in the living room with my mom, and I still had my computer in my bedroom for games.

After I moved back in, it only took a few days before I noticed that Mom didn’t seem entirely herself. It seemed like she was a little depressed or something. She moved and spoke slightly more slowly, and she smiled less (though she still always smiled a little when she would see me).

I finally asked her about it and she told me that she knows what’s wrong, and she knows how to fix it, and that it’s nothing I need to worry about. So I stopped worrying, or at least I tried. But after maybe another week of the same thing, I had to press her about it. I was concerned about my mom.

“John, you don’t want to know,” she said to me, sounding almost a little stern, using my regular name instead of Johnny. “It’s kinda gross,” her tone softening, and it sounded like she was embarrassed.

We were sitting next to each other on the living room couch with Mom to my right. We were close enough that our bare legs were touching at the knee. Mom was wearing a long floral nightshirt and I assumed panties underneath. I was wearing boxers and a green t-shirt.

But what was she talking about? What could possibly be gross?

“Mom, I know you’ve been kinda out of sorts or whatever, but I haven’t noticed anything gross.” I looked at her questioningly, and she looked back blankly. “Or weird,” I added, trying to reassure her.

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“Johnny, it’s the solution to the problem that’s gross. Okay? Can we un-pause the movie now?” Mom reached across me for the remote, and although I could have moved it out of her reach, I allowed her to grab it and resume the movie. We were watching Shrek, one of our favorites from when I was a kid. On the big living room TV, Shrek continued his explanation about how ogres are like onions.

“Women are a lot like onions, too, you know,” Mom said, placing her feet on the coffee table in front of us, her shirt riding up just enough to expose the color of her panties — Faded Pink. I looked over at her from the corner of my eye. She adjusted her shirt so the hem was at her mid-thigh, hiding her panties.

“I mean the layers. We’re complicated. We don’t smell bad. Uh, unless you’re gay,” she joked.

“It’s okay, Mom. I’m not gay,” I chuckled. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that…” I added, prompting her to say:

“Of course not! One’s personal sexual preference is no one’s business but their own!” she replied correctly, quoting the old Seinfeld episode where a college reporter mistakenly thinks Jerry and George are gay together.

We laughed for a moment. But my mind returned to my mom’s problem, and its mysterious solution. What could be so bad that she didn’t even want to tell me, her own son? I literally came out of her body. I’m a part of her.

“So what’s the solution? I don’t care if it’s gross, I’m just worried… is it something horrible?” I asked her seriously, but she just started laughing.

“It’s nothing horrible!” she emphatically reassured me. Then she sighed loudly and looked away from me. “It’s sexual, okay?” she finally admitted, and I immediately understood.

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I didn’t ever like thinking about it, or hearing it, or being in the same house at the same time… But when my mom and dad were still together, which was throughout my whole life up until very recently… I overheard, on a disturbingly regular basis, what could only have been the two of them having sex. Bedframe creaking, headboard banging against the wall, all kinds of grunts and moans. I didn’t have any siblings, so I lived with this horror alone.

And I do mean on a regular basis. Almost always daily, sometimes more than that. And my mom usually sounded pretty satisfied.

So if Mom was used to that type of stimulation on such a frequent basis, and if it suddenly stopped after the divorce, I could understand why that might affect her.

I’ve always been close with my mom (duh). But maybe it was more than it is with most boys.

From a young age I always wanted to be near her, and that never really subsided as I got older. Mom didn’t seem to mind. It seemed like any mom’s dream to have her baby boy remain cuddly and affectionate with her. And when I started to get older, at age 13, it was Mom who stopped holding my hand in the grocery store, not the other way around.

Walking through the store, trailing behind her, I couldn’t even begin to understand why she had pulled her hand away from mine. She hadn’t done it hastily or in a nasty way, but still. I could barely speak when she would ask me about things I’d want for dinner, to help her gauge what ingredients to add to the shopping cart. I felt so awful, but she just kept talking and asking me things as if everything was fine.

By the time we got to the car, I felt like I was about to cry. It had really affected me that much. But as soon as we were both settled in the front seats, Mom immediately took my hand in hers and looked kindly and meaningfully at me. She placed her other hand on top of mine. Her touch and her warmth immediately reassured me that everything was going to be okay.

She explained to me then that people might think it would look unusual for a woman to be seen holding hands with her teenage son. She explained that, unlike me, most of her friends’ kids had quit letting them hold their hands around age 10 or 11.

I couldn’t understand that. Maybe they just didn’t love their moms as much as I loved mine. But I agreed that if it would be awkward for her, we wouldn’t hold hands in public anymore. At least not regularly.

She held my hand the whole drive home.

Ever since I had the capacity to gauge the attractiveness of women, I’ve always thought my Mom was beautiful.

When I moved back in with her after college, she was a little over 50 years old, but I would have guessed she was under 40 if I hadn’t known her true age.

Mom was of a relatively average weight, but she had a big bubbly butt, and breasts that seemed almost a little too large for her body. I hadn’t normally thought about any of this while growing up, but my friends teased me about my mom’s body constantly. It never really bothered me – I mean, I didn’t love hearing from guys my age about how hot my mom was, but I never really disagreed either. Of course, I never told them that. I just told them to shut up.

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The movie played on.

“I think I get it,” I finally said to my mom. She looked over at me from the corner of her eye. “Do you?” she raised one eyebrow.

“Sure,” I replied confidently. “Before the divorce, you were getting it on the regular from Dad,” I said nonchalantly.

“Oh, for God sakes, John,” My mom scoffed and looked away but she wasn’t angry, more just embarrassed.

“And now you’re not!” I teased her. She groaned loudly, looking ahead but clearly not paying attention to the movie.

“So,” I continued, still teasing her, “Now that… that… isn’t not happening anymore, you’re a little frustrated.” Mom’s blank face stared ahead at the TV, where Shrek, Donkey, and Fiona were now making their way to Lord Farquaad’s castle.

“A little backed up, as it were,” I continued teasing her.

“Women don’t get backed up, John,” Mom said. Normally she called me Johnny, but sometimes she used my normal name in a jokingly formal way. Other times, she used my normal name in a very serious and not-joking way.

I rolled my eyes. “You know about dating apps, right? There’s Tinder, there’s other ones too,” my tone shifted a little bit from totally joking, to just mostly totally joking.

Mom snorted. “I’m a little old for that, honey,” she sighed.

Now I snorted. I quickly fished my phone out of my pocket and opened Tinder. I was an avid user, at least before that point, after all.

“You wanna bet?” I said, holding my phone in front of me so we could both see. I went into the app preferences, and then to the acceptable age ranges. I set the minimum age to 45, and the maximum age to 60, then exited the preferences and got to swiping. I had a point to prove to my mom.

The first woman must have been around 50, close to Mom’s age. Not nearly as pretty as mom. I swiped left.

The next I would have gauged around 35, even though the minimum age was set to 45. Regardless, she was still nowhere near as beautiful as my mom. I swiped left again.

The third profile we came across was a lady who actually looked a whole lot like my mom. She looked to be around the same age, had similar facial features, but she appeared to be a little heavier. Even so, she was very pretty, almost on Mom’s level. I swiped right.

“See? All these chicks are doing it, you can too!” I encouraged her.

Mom laughed. “Chicks. Right. Why’d you swipe differently on that last one?”

“So, on Tinder, you swipe left if you don’t like, and you swipe right if you do like,” I explained as I put my phone back in my pocket.

“You liked her?” I looked over at my mom and her face was bright red.

“Oh, yeah. Didn’t you think she was pretty?” I asked nonchalantly.

“She is, but honey, she’s my age,” Mom argued.

I shrugged. “Why would that be a problem? Besides, she’ll probably never message me anyway. She’ll only see I liked her if she swipes right on me too.” And then my phone dinged from my pocket: the Tinder notification sound.

Mom’s eyebrows went up. “You gonna get that?” she grinned at me.

I fished my phone out of my pocket. I opened my notification area, holding my phone up in front of us both to see:

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“Cassandra: Hey cutie.” It was her.

“Should we reply?” I asked my mom, raising my eyebrows suggestively, but still jokingly.

“Are there other pictures of her?” Mom asked.

I opened Cassandra’s profile and went to her pictures. I started scrolling through them. She had about a dozen pictures of herself on there: Cassandra at the gym, Cassandra at the aquarium, Cassandra taking a selfie in her bathroom. Normal girl stuff.

“Women my age really do this kind of stuff?” Mom asked incredulously. Since we were looking at my phone together, we had moved a little closer to each other and our thighs were touching now. This was not unusual for us, but for the first time ever, I noticed how truly soft and warm her body felt against mine.

I grinned at my mom. “Let’s reply,” I said. She smiled and narrowed her lovely eyes at me playfully. Had her eyes always been so blue? How could they be so bright even with her eyelids partially shut?

To her side, she fumbled for the remote and muted the movie. Shrek and company silently approached the castle town.

“So help me out here. What kind of reply would a pretty lady like you want to get from a handsome young guy like me?” I asked my mom. We both looked ahead at the Tinder messaging screen.

“A guy like you, huh,” Mom wondered out loud. We were close enough that I could detect the warmth of her breath. I felt it as I breathed in through my nose as she was speaking.

“Okay, well… let’s compliment her pictures,” Mom suggested.

“Okay,” I agreed. “She is really pretty.”

“She looks a lot like me,” Mom remarked as I began typing.

“Johnny: Hey Cassandra. I hope you don’t mind me swiping right, but I only do that with dangerously beautiful women.” I sent the message, and my mom snorted. I breathed in her warm breath through my nose. “Now I know you’re full of shit,” she chuckled, and she pushed her hair behind her ear.

My phone dinged again. There was no text, just a picture: a woman’s body, the picture taken from her point of view. She was laying on top of a neatly made bed, and she was completely naked. Her breasts were large, her cleavage taking up the lower half of the image. Her left nipple partially visible at the edge of the photo. Her vagina was not visible from the angle the picture was taken, but her pubic area was closely shaved.

I was only wearing boxer shorts and a t-shirt. And the boxer shorts were tight-fitting enough that if I were to get an erection, it would be almost impossible to hide it. Which was a problem, because I tend to get excited easily, and there was a rather unexpected nude photo of a very attractive older woman in front of me.

Sensing my penis entering the beginning stages, I quickly adjusted my position and tried to sort of tuck my wiener up and to the left (“Up, and to the left”), into the corner where my left thigh met my groin.

But Mom noticed. “Johnny, you can’t be serious,” she laughed under her breath as she spoke. “She barely even showed anything! And she’s so old!” She glanced down at my crotch and her gaze lingered there. I checked myself and saw that the outline of the head of my penis could be seen through my boxers. For some reason, knowing my mom was looking only made the problem worse: the head of my penis visibly swelled. As it did, Mom breathed in sharply and looked away.

“It’s involuntary!” I argued. “But, uh, sorry you had to see that,” I said, adjusting myself again to try to minimize visibility. “And she’s not old, Mom. I would totally bang her. She’s hot!” I said truthfully.

“Uh-huh. Well, whatever. Shouldn’t you reply?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Probably. What should we say now?” I asked my mom.

“Oh. I thought you’d wanna reply with a picture?” Mom asked, glancing down at my groin. “You know, since she sent one,” she explained innocently, but her eyes were once again on my boxer shorts.

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I pointed my phone down at my torso and crotch, then pressed the “Camera” button in the Tinder app. Mom leaned closer to see the image more clearly.

My penis was still visible, and still partially erect. It pointed almost directly up, facing towards the camera, laying flat against my torso. Mom scooted closer still, then she adjusted her position so that she could do something I would never forget, even after all that happened later: still looking through the screen, Mom reached around and gently put her hand over my penis, pushing it so it was pointing off to the side, giving the camera a much clearer view of it.

“I think it looks better like that,” Mom remarked. “Actually,” she reconsidered, and she again laid her hand over my penis, this time giving the head a quick squeeze before taking her hand away.

“There!” Mom exclaimed happily. My penis had become noticeably bigger from my mom’s touch. My body and my mind were buzzing with a new and almost frightening excitement. I did my best to stay calm.

I snapped a picture. I was now at least two thirds of the way erect. The outline was starkly visible, my boxers stretching to make room for the additional mass.

“Look good?” I asked my mom, holding my phone up for us both to see, and my voice sounded strange.

“Mm-hm,” Mom confirmed, nodding her head slightly.

I sent the picture to Cassandra, but I included a message with it: “I’m here with a girlfriend. Hope you don’t mind. We think you’re really hot.”

I explained to Mom that I wanted Cassandra to know it wasn’t just me here seeing any pictures she was sending to me. I believe the term is “Informed consent.”

“A perfect gentleman,” Mom said sweetly, and she quickly turned to me and kissed me on the cheek. As is tradition, I turned and kissed her cheek too right after. I felt the texture of the fabric of my boxers as the head of my penis pushed its way farther from its base. I was still growing harder.

“That probably scared her off, but I think I proved my point,” I said proudly to my mother. But Cassandra replied almost immediately:

“What’s that in your pants? Can your girlfriend take it out so I can see?”

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We sat in silence for several seconds, then Mom spoke:

“Well? Don’t leave her hanging, John,” she said slyly. “I’ll look away!” she added playfully.

“But she wanted my girlfriend to take it out.” Did I really just say that? I felt like I was watching myself in some strange and wonderful dream. My heart beat rapidly and I anxiously waited for Mom to reply.

“Can you take a video on that thing? To send to Cassandra?” Mom asked. I told her I could. Oh my god.

“Okay, babe. Tell me when it’s recording,” Mom said. I always loved it when she called me babe.

I explained to her that the “Bump” sound would mean that the recording started. She understood. I pressed the button: Bump!

I watched through my phone’s screen. My mom’s hand could be seen gracefully drifting across the picture from right to left. Her hands are slender and feminine, and her nails were painted white. She hooked her fingertips underneath the fabric of my boxers, inches from the tip of my penis. She slowly peeled the fabric away from my penis, gradually exposing it starting from the head and moving down the shaft. As she did this, the backs of her fingers briefly graced the underside of my penis, and it twitched noticeably from the contact. Once she had freed it entirely, she tucked the fabric of my boxers into the crease between my balls and my right thigh, AKA my right ballcrack.

Finally, she wrapped her fingers lightly around the base and held me upright, giving the camera a perfect view of my penis, which was now fully hard. It twitched a few times in her gentle grip, and then I turned off the video recording: Bump!

Mom took her hand away, giving my penis one gentle squeeze at the base before she did. Mom leaned back on the cushions next to me. “Can I see before we send it?” she asked.

I replayed it and we both watched the short video of her exposing me to the camera.

“Do you think she’ll like it?” I asked my mom nervously. My penis throbbed and twitched in my lap.

“I think so,” Mom said thoughtfully. “I’d be over the moon if a guy like you sent me a video like that.”

With my phone still held in front of us so we both could see, I started a screen recording and returned to the Tinder app. While recording I quickly sent the video to Cassandra, then reopened the video and played it once more. Once it ended, I stopped the screen recording.

“Honey, what are you doing?” Mom asked quietly as I texted her the screen recorded video. Her phone dinged a few seconds later.

She laughed lightly through her nose as she picked up her phone. Her eyes widened and her face went blank as the video played in front of her.

“Can I keep this?” she asked, her eyes still wide, her focus bent towards the video that played in her hand.

“I want you to,” I answered her, and again my voice sounded strange.

“Oh, baby,” Mom groaned as the video played again.

She set her phone down and leaned back next to me again. She rested her head on my shoulder, her soft brown hair flowing over my skin.

Cassandra replied: “Beautiful cock. Look what you guys did to me.”

Attached was a video showing Cassandra’s bare vagina being rubbed slowly over the clitoris. Her feminine fingers traveled down and dragged up from her opening back to her clit. She pulled her fingers away from herself and opened the space between them. Sticky wetness spiderwebbed between them. The video ended and began playing again.

“Should we send another video?” Mom asked me. She crossed her legs at the knee, tucking her nightshirt into her crotch.

“I think so,” I replied.

“Start recording,” She said. I opened the camera, centered the lens on my penis, and pressed the record button: Bump!

Mom’s hand entered from the right side of the frame. She took my penis and held it up, her grip about an inch below the head. She began slowly stroking me. To get a better grip, she had turned her body partially towards me, and her left breast pressed against against my right arm. As she moved, I could feel her nipple hardening.

“She’s right,” Mom said as she played with me, and as the video continued recording. “You really do have a beautiful cock.” Just then a small river of precum began to slowly leak out of me and drip down onto my mom’s fingers. She rubbed it over the head of my cock. I leaked a little more, and soon the head of my cock was shining with moisture.

I closed the video recording, then sent it to Cassandra.

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Mom took her hand away from me again. I had to remind myself not to urge it back. After all, she was only doing all of this for Cassandra’s benefit. Yeah, for sure, that was all it was.

But Mom reached over and placed her right hand on my chest, and she turned her body partially towards me, and she turned her head mostly towards me, and she breathed heavily, and her left knee was bent over my right thigh. I turned my face towards hers and again breathed in her hot breath through my nose, and it was noticeably warmer than before. I placed my hand over hers and held it firmly against my chest. I curled my fingers tightly around around the top of her hand.

Her hair, which smelled the same old way that it had my whole life, suddenly seemed to smell new and wonderful to me. And I thought I had noticed it before, but now I was certain: her eyes were bluer than ever before. She looked at me with so many questions, and so much excitement.

I leaned forward, turning my head slightly, and keeping my eyes on hers until the last moment, I kissed her mouth at the corner of her lips. Her right hand traveled from my chest up to caress my neck. She turned her head, and facing me directly kissed me back. She didn’t use her tongue, so I didn’t either, but she slurped my lower lip partially into her mouth.

She pressed her body more firmly against mine, and put her left arm around my shoulders. She continued to kiss me as her right arm slowly dragged from my chest downward. I released her hand from mine. Her hand eventually reached my cock, slowly wrapping her fingers around the shaft and beginning to stroke me the same as she did for the video before.

Or at least that’s what it felt like. I wasn’t watching. I was more focused on making out with my mommy. I placed my left hand behind her neck and pulled her just a little bit closer to me. Her lips were so soft. Her mouth tasted so good. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have such a beautiful mom who loved me as much as she did.

Cassandra responded. We stopped kissing and I held up my phone for us both to see her message: “Your cock is leaking. Isn’t your girlfriend going to clean it for you? What a mess!” She included a short video clip. This one was from a similar angle as the first one, but in this one, Cassandra was rubbing herself harder and faster, and moisture could be seen accumulating on her fingers and dripping down her vagina. I turned the sound up: Cassandra was wet enough that her moisture was audible. The video ended and began playing again.

We were close enough that I could hear Mom swallow. “You don’t want to leave her hanging, do you?” Mom asked me again.

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I reopened the Tinder camera app. My heart pounded in my chest. My penis twitched in my lap. What was Mom going to do now? How wonderful could this day become?

I pressed the video record button: Bump!

Mom repositioned her body so she was sitting up and facing me. She leaned over toward my crotch. I held my penis up from the base and watched through the camera screen as Mom’s lovely face approached it. The tip was still glistening with moisture.

She positioned her head so that her face was over my groin, looking directly down at my penis, which I still held upright for her. I could feel her hot breath on my shaft and testicles. She was breathing rapidly and deeply. I adjusted the camera to show more of my mom’s beautiful face. Her pale cheeks were red with excitement.

Mom seemed to breathe in as she took the head of my penis behind her lips in a single wet slurping motion. She let out a satisfied moan once her lips were closed around me. Since she was only cleaning me off for the video, she made sure to only suck on the tip of my penis, dragging her soft lips over it several times, and kissing it affectionately over the urethra each time before taking it back into her mouth.

Mom looked up into the camera with my penis partially obscuring the bottom part of her face. She kissed the underside of the tip and winked at the camera. I turned off the recording.

“Okay, I think she’s gonna love that!” Mom said, sitting back on the couch next to me again. She clicked her tongue and slapped me playfully on the shoulder. “This is really fun!” she said giddily.

I still held my phone up in front of me. Without sending the new video to Cassandra, I started another screen recording. Then I quickly returned to Tinder and replayed the video we had just taken while still recording the screen.

“Oh, baby,” she groaned with satisfaction as I sent the new screen recorded video to her phone. She placed her hand on my neck and brought my face back to hers.

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I couldn’t have cared less that I didn’t have a chance to send the video to Cassandra. I was also a little apprehensive about sending a video like that to a stranger on the Internet. I would need to discuss with Mom before firing the laser.

Mom kissed my lips sweetly, the way only a mother can. Her kisses now were light and gentle, but every once in a while I felt the warm moisture of her delicious mouth, and it excited me so very much. Her fingers coursed through my hair and occasionally caressed my face. I placed my hand gently on the back of her neck. I pushed my fingertips into her soft brown hair.

My phone dinged: the Tinder notification sound. Almost immediately after the sound played, my mom’s tongue began to caress my lower lip. She wanted to hold my attention. I forgot all about Tinder, and Cassandra, and I just made out with my mom for several minutes. Eventually her hand drifted to my penis again, and she stroked it lovingly, like no one had ever done before. In a way only my mother could manage.

I felt Mom’s loving hand gently rub over the tip of my penis again, rubbing more moisture over the head.

“Honey,” she said quickly, and resumed kissing me again. “Honey, you’re still leaking,” she whispered a moment later before desperately kissing me again. She adjusted her crossed legs, and stuffed her shirt back into her crotch again.

“Are you leaking, too?” I asked her in between kisses.

My phone dinged again. We both ignored it.

“It’s involuntary,” Mom giggled, repeating what I had said earlier. I kissed her cheeks and her ears. I didn’t see, but it felt like she adjusted her legs again.

“Do you need me to clean you up?” I asked her hopefully in between kisses. Was it really possible? Would she really let me?

My phone dinged. We ignored it again. “Can we go to my bedroom?” My mom asked.

Sorry, Cassandra, but I had to attend to my girlfriend.

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Mom held my hand as we walked up the stairs to her room. I love it when she holds my hand.

Once we reached the top of the stairs, she let go of my hand temporarily so she could take off her shirt. She didn’t show me her breasts, but I caught a glimpse of some sideboob action from behind as she flung her shirt to the ground. She’s so freakin’ hot. She took my hand again and we proceeded to her bedroom.

We slowly approached her bed, and she stood there, facing away from me, as if she didn’t know what to do, as if she felt confused, or something.

I gently turned her around from her shoulder. She looked up at me, and now her eyes were so blue that it was almost as if I was hallucinating.

I stood inches from her. I slowly grabbed her loosely fitting shirt in both of my hands. She didn’t respond. Her eyes were on mine, and wide, and a little red. I pulled up on her shirt until my hands reached the bottoms of her breasts. She smiled slightly. I pulled her shirt the rest of the way off. She happily put her arms all the way up to make it easier to take off her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Once she was topless, she put her arms behind her back and proudly puffed out her chest, showing off her breasts to her son. Her nipples were light pink, like mine. Her breasts were large, but not remotely saggy. They were perfect.

I didn’t have time to inspect her breasts too closely. I had to continue kissing her. There was no other option.

As I did, I gently pushed her forward and laid her body down on the mattress. I was still in just boxer shorts and nothing else. Now that Mom’s shirt had been removed, she was in her plain gray panties and nothing else.

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Mom’s panties were so moist that I could feel her wetness on the underside of my penis as I grinded against her. She responded, gyrating her crotch upwards into mine each time I thrust myself forward. Soon we were making out and humping like horny teenagers. I felt more excited even than I was the very first time I was ever intimate with a girl. I hoped the same was true for my mom. As we carried on, her panties became slick with slippery moisture. It felt unbelievable against the underside of my penis. I couldn’t remember the last time a girl’s panties had become so wet for me.

Mom stopped kissing me and asked, “Will you take my panties off?”

I resumed kissing her, and began to kiss my way all down her body. Her neck, her collarbone, on gentle suck on her left nipple, and a few kisses later I had reached the waistband of her plain cotton panties. I hooked my fingers underneath and slowly pulled down. Mom put her legs together, and then put them up, and I pulled her panties away from her ankles and tossed them to the floor.

Mom put her legs back down, slightly spread open. She was completely naked now.

Her vagina was cleanly shaved. I would have guessed that she had shaved it bare about a week prior, and it had been growing back since then. Her pubic hair was dark thick, just like mine.

Mom’s legs opened farther. I stared ahead as the perfect slit of her vagina opened up slightly, partially exposing the pink interior of her vulva, her smooth inner labia, her clit presiding over the whole operation at the top.

“Baby…” Mom said in a dreamy voice as I began to kiss her around her upper pubic area and inner thighs. The skin of her inner thighs was so soft that I could barely even tell when my lips were in contact with it. Her outer labia, covered in short dark hairs, was the most delicious thing I had ever laid my tongue upon. I wondered, then, how it would feel to push my erection past those coarse hairs, and deep into her warm, motherly body. Maybe I would get a chance to do that. If I was lucky enough, maybe she would let me. After.

I placed my hands lightly upon Mom’s inner thighs and focused my attention directly on her vagina. Thirstily I dragged my tongue from her opening upwards, swirling several times over and around her clit before going back down for more. Each time I passed her opening, I pushed my tongue partially inside of her. The taste was intoxicating to me. She gasped each time I did that, and she groaned each time I swirled over her clitoris. Her fingers wound through my hair as I licked her.

After a minute or two, I stopped dragging my tongue over her entire vagina, and instead focused on her clit. I mostly went in circular motions around it, occasionally flicking it gently with my tongue, or dragging my tongue slowly over it. Each time I did that, Mom shuddered and breathed in then out heavily.

As I continued happily eating out my mom, her breathing gradually grew heavier and more ragged, until finally she started moaning loudly and her body began convulsing.

In the beginning stages of her orgasm, her vagina quickly became very wet. I dragged my tongue upwards and swallowed her wetness. So delicious.

“Baby, I think I’m gonna cum,” Mom warned me. I didn’t move my face away.

When Mom came, a jet of hot water shot out from her vagina. I had never done this before, but without thinking I quickly secured my lips around her to catch as much of her wetness in my mouth as possible. I must have caught about half of it in my mouth. The rest splashed on my cheeks and dripped down my chin.

I looked up at my mother. She was looking down at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. My mouth was full of her juices. I swallowed, then smiled at her. So, so good. So salty and so warm.

“My baby…” Mom said, in a dreamy voice again, like she was far away.

I got back to work. Mom needed multiple orgasms. And I needed to give them to her.

By the time she was ready to cum again, I was prepared. This time I secured my lips around her before she came, and the entire jet shot straight into my mouth, almost gagging me. I looked up at her, and she looked back at me with something like disbelief on her face. I swallowed her orgasm.

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“I love you so much, Baby,” Mom said, and her neck relaxed and she was looking up at the ceiling.

I returned to her vagina but now I just kissed around her inner thighs and outer labia, using my tongue to slurp up the additional moisture that had accumulated there.

“Honey, I never want this to stop, but… I have to go pee,” Mom said, sounding almost a little embarrassed

But I didn’t want to be away from her. I simply couldn’t be, not even for a minute. I continued kissing her glistening crotch.

“Honey… Honey,” she said, and her voice was becoming urgent.

I hooked my hands around her upper thighs to hold her in place. I wasn’t consciously thinking about what I was trying to get her to do. It was something I had never done before, had never even considered before. Thinking about it later, the idea of doing this with someone other than my mom was very unappealing. But with Mom, everything was always different.

“Baby… I gotta…” she struggled to say, and I fastened my lips tightly around her vagina.

“I’m really thirsty, Mom. Can you just do it now?” I disconnected to say, and then immediately reconnected, still looking up at my mom.

“Baby, that’s so naughty,” Mom said dreamily, and then a few drops entered my mouth. I looked up at her and swallowed happily. Then I reconnected again.

Another few drops, I looked up and swallowed again. Mom smiled. I reconnected my mouth to her vagina, and her body seemed to fully relax.

My mother let out a deep quiet sigh of satisfaction as she began relieving herself in my mouth.

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I hope this isn’t too gross to too many people reading this story. Like I explained before, it’s not something I would want to do with anyone else. Even now, thinking about doing this with any of the girls I’ve hooked up with before, it’s just not appealing to me. But when I think back to the times I did it with my mom, it makes me uncomfortably thirsty and unbearably aroused.

The taste was very similar to when Mom had squirted, but I think it was a little saltier, and warmer too. There was obviously much more of it, which didn’t bother me at all.

I glanced up at my mom before swallowing the first mouthful. She was looking down at me again with wide eyes and an open mouth, again as if she was in disbelief at what we were doing together. God, she’s so beautiful. I was so lucky to get to drink from such a beautiful woman’s body. I swallowed quickly and reconnected to her, some moisture dripping down my chin.

After about one and a half more full mouthfuls, she was done. My stomach felt warm from all the hot fluid. I sloppily kissed and lapped my tongue over her perfect vagina.

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“That was really good,” I looked up at my mom. From her perspective, my face must have been partially obscured by her pubic area.

“Honey, is your cock still hard?” Mom asked looking down at me lovingly, her voice hopeful. She stroked my hair and fondled my ear and softly rubbed my dripping cheeks with the backs of her fingers.

“Yeah, Mom,” I replied. “I think I’m harder than I ever have been in my entire life,” I added truthfully. I wanted her to know how very badly I wanted her, and how beautiful she was to me. I softly kissed her outer labia while looking up at her.

“Oh, Baby,” she groaned. “Will you take your boxers off for Mommy?” I loved that she was referring to herself that way. I stood up next to the bed and obeyed my mommy. I kicked my boxers off to the side. We were finally both completely naked.

Mom’s relatively large breasts jiggled as she settled onto her knees in front of me. She scooted closer and placed her hands on my outer thighs, partially around my ass. She turned her face partially sideways and began to affectionately kiss and lick me at the base of my penis where my shaft met my testicles. She did not need to hold my penis up for this, it was doing that on its own.

Mom slowly moved down to my left testicle, kissing and licking along the way, until finally she slurped it into her mouth entirely, and then she repeatedly allowed it to partially fall out and would slurp it back in. Each time it went back in, she swirled her lovely tongue over it before she released. My penis twitched and throbbed over her, and I felt a drop of precum slowly falling down the underside of my shaft.

“Mm,” Mom made a little noise when my precum made contact with her nose. Mom released my scrotum from her mouth and quickly ran her tongue up and then back down my shaft. When she reached the tip, her tongue slithered over my urethra several times before she made her way back down to my scrotum.

“Do you normally leak this much, honey?” Mom asked before she moved from my left testicle over to my right. She had begun to slowly stroke my shaft in her left hand while she made out with my scrotum.

“I don’t think so, Mom,” I said. “I uhm, it’s just, I think that I’ve, I’ve never been this excited before, Mom,” I stammered. It was the truth. I was far more aroused than I had ever been before. Mom lovingly kissed my scrotum and the base of my shaft as I spoke.

“Me neither, baby,” Mom said dreamily, and she began to kiss and lick up my shaft. This time when she reached the tip, she took the head of my penis into her mouth, holding it securely behind her lips. I could feel her perfect teeth scrape lightly against me at first.

Mom dragged her lips over the head of my penis, then sweetly kissed me over my urethra. Precum spiderwebbed from my penis to her lower lip as she disconnected.

“You taste so good, baby,” Mom groaned, looking up at me as she spoke, repeatedly dragging her soft lips over the head of my penis, and now she was lightly sucking on the tip each time before she released. It was enough suction that I could see the tip of my penis change shape slightly each time it was sucked back into her mouth.

“You do too, Mom,” I said, smiling down at her.

“You’re so naughty, baby,” Mom giggled, remembering the long and warm and wonderful drink I had taken from her perfect body. My mouth still tasted like her. “No one’s ever done that to me before,” she added.

“I’ve only ever done that with you, Mom,” I said. I wanted her to know how special she was to me.

“Oh, baby,” Mom groaned before taking me back into her mouth. Now she finally went past the tip, her lips stopping at the halfway point down my shaft before came back off. Over the next several trips down, she eventually worked my entire shaft into her mouth. The sensation on the tip of my penis was different from the sensation on my shaft — I must have been partially down her throat.

“I love you so much, Mom,” I said, staring down with awe as my mother finally began sucking in earnest. “Hrmp,” she made a little noise in her mouth, and then she snorted, and then she continued.

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As my mom blew me, she gradually began breathing faster and harder, always through her nose so she never had to take me out of her mouth.

At first she was looking up at me, but as she increased her pace, she eventually closed her eyes and focused solely on her work. I felt her tongue against the underside of my shaft as she took me in and out of her mouth. At one point she came off of it with a sharp gasp for air. She looked at it thoughtfully for just a moment, spat forcefully on it, and worked it back into her mouth and continued sucking. The whole time, she never took her hands off of my thighs. She did everything with just her mouth.

By what felt like the 7-minute mark, I started to feel kind of bad. I’ve never easily had an orgasm just from a blowjob. But Mom was trying so hard, she never relented, and by now sweat was dripping from her forehead, her face was red, and snot bubbles began to form in her nostrils as she breathed.

Don’t get me wrong, it was a huge turn-on to see how hard my mom was working to make me feel good. I don’t think a girl has ever gone this long and this hard for me like this before. They usually urge us to transition into another activity. But they didn’t love me like my mom does. No one does.

“Mom?” I said softly. She continued. She may not have heard me over the strenuous sound of her breathing. She had also begun gagging each time she had me fully down her throat.

“Mom?” I said again, a little louder, and gently tapped her on the top of her gyrating head.

She looked up at me with her eyes wide and the tip of my penis still behind her lips. Her face was ragged with sweat and spit and exhaustion.

“Sorry, Mom, sometimes it takes a long time like this,” I explained. Just then, my phone dinged downstairs. The Tinder notification sound again. We both heard it and ignored it.

“Can we do it?” I whispered to my mother. She nodded with my penis still in her mouth. Oh my god, what was I doing.

Mom held her hands out for me to take in mine. I did, and I pulled her up from her kneeling position in front of me, my penis falling away from her lips as she rose.

“Lie down, honey,” Mom told me. I obeyed her, lying down in the center of her bed. Mom kept her bed neatly made, so the cover and duvet were still over it. So soft and comfy.

“Hang on, baby,” Mom said, and then she made her way to her bathroom. She came back with a folded up towel and tossed it over to me.

“Under. Just in case,” she said. I quickly packed the towel under my butt, watching Mom’s naked body as she approached the bed. Was there really still enough fluid left in her? That didn’t seem possible, even though I wanted it to be true.

Mom climbed onto the bed and slowly crawled up to me on her hands and knees, began my face hungrily and rested her body partially over mine. While we made out, she gradually situated herself on top of me, so slowly that it was as if she didn’t want anyone to notice what she was positioning herself into. Soon her butt rested over my balls, and her thighs were spread open over my groin. My penis was nestled in between her outer labia, and she grinned her clit against the underside of my shaft. She was still so very wet that with just a slight adjustment in angle, she would easily be able to pop my penis into her oozingly delicious body, and there would be nothing that I could do about it. Not that I would want to do anything about it. Her short pubic hairs brushed against my sensitive throbbing penis.

“Are you ready, baby?” Mom asked, but before I could even think of what to say, she adjusted her ass so that I entered her, and she sat up on top of me, her beautiful breasts on display, my penis finally fully inside of her.

Mom began to slowly grind forward and backward, my penis being stroked and loved and fondled by her perfect vagina. I’ve been inside dozens of women, but no one had ever felt as wonderful as my mom did.

“Is that good, baby?” Mom asked, again in a whisper. A drop of sweat rolled off of her nose and landed on my stomach. I wiped it up with my thumb and put my thumb in my mouth. So good. I know that might sound weird to you, but like before, I didn’t even think about what I was doing. I just wanted to take in as much of my mom as possible, and it seemed that I didn’t care how: sweat, orgasm, even urine. Maybe I wanted the warmth and moisture of her body to become my own, even if only partially. I’d never felt that way before about anyone.

“It’s amazing,” I replied, and I was not sure if I had said the words or only thought them deeply in my heart.

“It’s perfect,” she agreed, placing her hands on my chest and beginning to increase the pace. She kept me fully inside of her, grinding forward and backward, her pubic hairs brushing the base of my penis and scrotum, her insides convulsing around my penis. Inside of her, she was becoming so tight that I began to wonder if she was going to orgasm again.

Just then, Mom tightened up so much that it pushed my still throbbingly erect penis right out of her, and her fluids oozed over my shaft and scrotum. She kept my penis in between her outer labia, grinding it against her clitoris again.

Oh, god. It had snuck up on me, but it was finally time. As Mom had said to me earlier, I wanted this to go on forever too, but I could no longer hold it back.

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“Mom? Mom?” I said up into her lovely face. She immediately understood, quickly reaching underneath and directing me back inside of her. She sat down, taking me fully back in, and I began orgasming the instant her pelvis made contact with mine.

“Mom—Mom—” I said urgently as I began. My mind was so weak that her name was the only word I could think of.

“I know, baby, I can feel it,” Mom said lovingly, holding my hands in front of hers as I released everything deep inside of her. I held her hands tight, and she pressed some of her weight down against me, and she used her grip to adjust her position.

Mom kept up just the right amount of motion as I finished. Sometimes, too much in and out can be a little too much on my sensitive orgasming wiener. Mom only ever came up maybe a half inch, then slowly came back down until I was fully back inside of her, stroking me deep into her body until there was nothing left.

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Luckily for me, since it was what I wanted most in the world, Mom stayed on top of me for a long time afterwards.

She leaned down and took my face in her hands and gently kissed my mouth, and she kissed me again and again, and I could feel from her lips that she was smiling intensely. I rested my hands on her back and gravity pulled her closer to me. Her breasts pressed up against my chest, but her nipples were soft and I could not feel them.

Mom’s fluids dripped down my balls and the sides of my pelvis. I would have to help her with the laundry later.

She kissed me still, and she did not open her mouth or use her tongue, and gradually she began to kiss me all over my face, and I started giggling like I was a little boy again, and my mom began to kiss and snort over my neck, tickling me with her lips and her warm breath like she used to do so long ago.

My penis, still harder than at any point before in my life, popped out of her from all the motion, slapping wetly against my stomach.

Mom made a jokingly exaggerated “Oh no!” face and held her hand over her mouth. We both died laughing.

I love my mom so freakin’ much.