My name is Jean-Sébastien but most of my English-speaking friends call me John. I’m twenty-two years old, I was born and raised in Montreal and am currently studying to become an accountant. I live with my mom Valérie in a two-bedroom apartment that’s about an hour away from school. My parents separated when I was still a toddler, so life has pretty much been me and my mom.
Between going to school and seeing my friends, I usually lead a very busy life so staying with my mom is okay for now. She doesn’t ask me to help with the rent so I can focus on my studies without incurring too much debt. I’m hardly ever home anyway. But things changed recently as we are now confined to our homes due to the coronavirus outbreak. School is closed and we’re only allowed to go out for groceries and urgent medical appointments.
Despite being a very good looking forty-five-year-old woman, I’ve never seen my mom with a lover or boyfriend. And she never goes out at night so I’m rather confident she hasn’t had anyone steady in her life in many years. The good side is that I’ve had a rather stable childhood despite my parents not living together. The bad side is that my mom relied on me for emotional support which could be awkward at times.
I was a bit of a late bloomer when it comes to sex. I was embarrassingly old when I first found out about masturbation. And I lost my virginity to my girlfriend when I was twenty and she was eighteen. I was always a rather conventional lover. I like passion and sensuality in a woman, but I was never into threesomes or kinky toys.
I have a darker secret though. For five years, I’ve masturbated thinking of my mom. I’m not quite sure how it all started. It must’ve been a combination of teenage hormones and the unusually close relationship I had with her. I still remember the first time it happened. I was still a virgin, so the image was very vague. I must’ve imagined my mom stroking me, but it would’ve lasted a second. As I came, I felt such a tremendous amount of pleasure and guilt. I remember falling asleep very quickly and waking up the next morning in disbelief of what had happened. I was hooked.
My biggest concern was my relationship with my mom. We were so close, and I was afraid that things would be weird between us. It turned out to be fine. My mother was never the overtly affectionate type, so that helped. As I successfully dealt with my guilt, I started indulging in the fantasy more and more. And, so the fantasy evolved. I began having clearer images of my mom giving me a handjob. And even if I had never received oral sex, I eventually fantasized about my mother sucking my cock. Ultimately, I imagined being on top of her, kissing her, making love to her.
My oedipal tendencies were somewhat tamed when I started dating my first serious girlfriend, but they skyrocketed through the roof when we broke up. I was in pain and took refuge in masturbation and incestuous fantasies. This time I was more experienced, so my thoughts were even more precise. I imagined ejaculating in my mother’s mouth. My hard cock pounding her pussy. Her moans while I came in her. Around the same time, I met a girl online and we had phone sex every Sunday morning. When I told her about my special fantasy, she was very turned on, so together we explored this theme thoroughly.
My fantasies became borderline perverse. I thought of having loud sex in my room while she was home, and when she’d knock on my door, I would tell her to come in and would ejaculate on her. I also liked imagining my mother getting pounded by a hard cock, how she’d scream while I’d jerk off on the side of the bed. Another favourite of mine was to be bathed by my mom and how she’d carefully retract my foreskin and clean my penis. I like to think that never have those fantasies interfered with my real-life relationship with my mother. Until two days ago…
We had been in confinement for about a week. Usually, I pleasured myself late at night when my mom was asleep. Our apartment is charming but it’s rather cozy and the walls are paper-thin. But being horny and having nothing else better to do, I started indulging during the day. It wasn’t very subtle to periodically lock myself up for ten minutes here and there, but I did it anyway. We were stuck together almost 24/7 so I better became comfortable with it.
Masturbating while my mom was in the next room pretty much knowing what I was doing turned out to be very exciting. I had raging hard-ons and my incestuous fantasies were on fire. As I became more comfortable and excited, I would even breathe heavily and moan during my private moments. I guess I’m a bit of an exhibitionist after all.
Perhaps because of the lockdown, my mind started to wander. What if we were stuck here for years? What would happen if we both became so horny and frustrated in this confined space? When I was in my normal state, those thoughts made no sense, but when I was turned on (which was most of the time), I sort of entertained those thoughts seriously. It was scary.
Last Sunday night, we were both in the living room, where we each have our own couch. There’s only one TV in the apartment so we decided to watch what I thought was a safe movie, Youngblood, a pseudo sports drama that features a young Rob Lowe. My mom has had a crush on him forever, so she was happy with my selection.
However, I had completely forgotten that there are two sex scenes, one of which features an older woman. Very soft by today’s standards but still uncomfortable to watch with your mother. And to continue with Rob Lowe, we then watched About Last Night, another harmless movie that however features a long love scene with Demi Moore.
By then I was somewhat aroused. I was wearing somewhat tight training pants and there was no place to hide. Because of the state I was in, I didn’t mind the discomfort. It felt both weird and exciting at the same time. I was lying on my back and could feel a semi-erection build up. My mom wasn’t really looking in my direction, but she would occasionally turn her head around when she had something to say. I wasn’t really watching the movie.
Instead, I got lost in my thoughts and wondered whether my mom had a good sex drive, if she masturbates often, what she likes to think about. As always, those thoughts turned me on and by then I was fully erect. I’d occasionally stretch my back, further exposing my bulge to my mom’s attention.
Of course, she eventually noticed. I could feel her attitude change as there was a lot of tension in the air. I was enjoying the moment thoroughly. My shaft was raging hard, pulsating under my tight pants. My mom just continued watching TV and barely moved at all. Then she decided to watch one of her favourite movies, Betty Blue. I’d never watched the entire film, but I knew the opening scene very well. It features rather torrid lovemaking, plenty of high-pitched moans by the lovely actress, and it just goes on for two very long minutes. My mom often had this false naivete about her and it wasn’t the first time that she’d played that movie in my presence, but this time the context was different.
At the end of the two minutes, she replayed the sex scene. I took it as a clear signal. As the intense sex scene played out again in front of us, I literally snapped and felt like I was no longer in control of myself. I was so excited and was breathing heavily, but still managed to get up and slowly walk toward my mom. She was laying on her back and looking at me. As I approached her, I undid my pants and exposed my hard-on. I was looking straight at her, but she couldn’t take her eyes off my cock as I slowly rocked my foreskin back and forth.
“Mom, do you remember when I used to have a tight foreskin?” I asked as I slowly exposed my glans.
“Of course,” she replied softly. “You seem to be fine now, son. You’re able to retract your foreskin even when you’re fully erect,” she added while trying to remain cool but breathing heavily.
I kept stretching my foreskin back for my mom to see. The pressure around my glans felt so amazing. I felt her hand around my leg, moving up behind my thigh. I was so hard. I felt like I was in heaven and hell at the same time. I could not believe what was going on. I guess isolation can have a deep impact on your judgment. Or perhaps there was always this sexual tension between us, I don’t really know.
With that, she reached out and got a hold of my foreskin. She pushed it all the way back and then pulled it back on. It was the best feeling ever. Absolutely incredible. While my glans was exposed, she lightly rubbed a finger against my frenulum, the most erogenous area of my body. She knew how to touch me. All of this only lasted maybe ten or fifteen seconds. I was too excited and almost over the edge already. As I was about to ejaculate, my mom stretched my foreskin and rubbed my sweet spot.
“It’s okay, honey, just let it go,” my mom said in a seductive voice.
She pushed on my foreskin very slowly one last time. I was ready to cum. For a fraction of a second, I wondered where to shoot my load. Almost as if she had read my mind, my mom repeated to just let it go and not worry about where I ejaculate. I came all over her shirt. It was so powerful that I was completely wasted.
I had very little time to rest as guilt hit me like a wall. I could not believe what had just happened. Meanwhile, my mom was still horny. She excused herself, went to her room and closed the door behind her. For about ten minutes, I could hear moans through her door as she pleasured herself until she reached a thunderous orgasm.
