I was concerned that things would be very weird the next morning. How were we going to recover from such an intimate and unusual experience? My concerns were quickly cast aside, at least temporarily, when I woke up with a huge boner. As soon as I regained consciousness, I felt sexual urges for my mother again. At first, I stayed in bed for a bit and thought of jerking off before stepping out into the real world. But as I began to touch myself, I was way too excited to stay in my room and decided to join my mother in the kitchen.
She appeared to be normal and relaxed. She was wearing her light blue nightgown, perhaps my favourite one. A nightgown is always sexy, but she was decently covered, nothing too provocative. I could still guess the curves underneath the thin material and seeing the shadow of her protruding nipples was a big turn on. I needed no further stimulation to be aroused. I was wearing pajama boxers which were slightly more forgiving than my training pants but soon my mother noticed my bulge anyway.
“Did you sleep well, honey?” my mother asked with a warm and comforting smile.
“Yes, mom. How about yourself?” I responded.
“Oh, I slept very well!” she replied while laughing nervously.
“I think being confined is driving me somewhat crazy. I’m sorry for what happened yesterday,” I willingly confided.
“Don’t worry, son. You’re grown up now. We can talk about those things,” she said reassuringly.
“Okay thanks, mom. I still feel very bad though. I’m afraid what happened will prevent us from having a healthy relationship moving forward,” I explained.
“Don’t be silly, John. For some reason, our society frowns upon the most natural, pleasurable and loving act between consenting adults who deeply love each other. I don’t understand why things have to be that way,” my mother responded.
“I think you’re right,” I replied. “I guess I’m having a hard time dealing with guilt.”
“I’m so proud of you, son. You don’t have to feel guilty. What happened was completely natural. You have grown into a very handsome man,” my mom said to me. “I’m going to prepare myself coffee, and then perhaps we can relax on the couch?”
“Yes, mom, sure,” I responded. I was somewhat relieved that mom was taking it so well.
I slipped away for a moment to brush my teeth. I came out of the bathroom wearing tight boxers and a T-shirt, and found my mom on her couch, with her nightgown slightly open. I had the reflex to walk toward my own couch, but my mom insisted I sit next to her. We watched TV and did some small talk for a while before shifting topics. Not sure how it happened, but somehow the conversation turned to sex. She asked me how often I masturbate, what I like to think about. I was very excited. I confided that I often think about her when I masturbate. In fact, I loved thinking about her in my most intimate moments, the pleasure was addictive.
My mom seemed shocked by my admission. She wanted more details, asked me how I felt when I came and thought of her, and wondered how it all started. I was only too happy to answer her questions as it allowed me to express myself openly and I was so excited to do so. At last, I was able to live my most forbidden fantasy.
“Mom, I’m so excited,” I started.
“I know you are, honey,” she answered.
“Mom, do you think you could play with my foreskin again, like you did yesterday?” I asked her.
“You enjoyed that, didn’t you, John?” she replied.
“It was amazing,” I responded before adding that I was sorry to have stained her shirt.
“Forgot about the shirt, will you?” my mother said. “Why don’t you come closer and rest your head on my lap.”
I snuggled up against her as she opened her nightgown a bit further and released one of her breasts. I had the instinctive reaction to reach out for her nipple and began suckling on it. My mother relaxed and fondled my hair. It was such a pure moment of tenderness. People who think this is unacceptable behaviour don’t know what they are missing.
My mom slowly reached down between my legs. She slid her hand underneath my boxers and found a throbbing erection. At first, she fondled my testicles before grabbing my foreskin and pulling it back and forth very slowly.
“I love it when you do that, mom,” I admitted.
“I know you do, son, I can feel you’re very excited,” she replied.
“Mom, your hand feels so good,” I answered and returned my attention to her breast.
“Tell me, son, what’s the kinkiest thing you ever thought about me?” my mother asked.
“I like to think that I’m between your legs and that we kiss passionately,” I responded.
“When you say that you’re between my legs, what do you mean exactly?” my mom inquired.
“I would think about being inside of you, having my hard cock in your pussy,” I replied. “I would kiss you and make love to you until I came inside of you.”
My mom was rubbing her thighs together. And her hand was now wrapped around my shaft, jerking me off as I licked her nipple and kissed her neck. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer and soon exploded in my boxers.
“Let’s go take a shower,” my mom said as I was recuperating.
I followed my mom to the bathroom where she quickly got rid of her nightgown. She turned around, pulled down my stained boxers and dropped them in the laundry basket. At that point, I realized how my mom was still smoking hot. Her body was lean and relatively toned. Her breasts were average in size but firm and perky.
She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature until it was very warm but still comfortable for both of us. Then she turned around to face me. She was so beautiful. We stood closer and she leaned in for a kiss. At first, we were kissing softly and tenderly. It was so arousing. Soon, things heated up as our tongues were twirling and my hard cock was pressed against her tummy. Her hands were all over my body until she reached behind me and ran her finger between my buttocks. She rubbed her finger back and forth a few times before zeroing in on my anus. As I enjoyed my mother’s touch, I decided to return the favour and caressed her back door.
“I’m so excited, son,” my mom whispered.
“It feels so good, mommy. I love doing this with you,” I responded.
“Good. Mommy loves it, too,” she admitted. “I love feeling your hard cock against me.”
As we came out of the shower, my mom dried me off with a towel and I did the same for her. Then, she got on her knees and started kissing her way toward my crotch. She licked my balls, went back and forth along my shaft and teased my foreskin until I couldn’t take it anymore. At last, she took me in her mouth and gave me a wonderful blowjob.
“Mommy, mommy, this feels so good,” I managed to say. “I love it when you do this with your tongue. Oh, mommy,” I added. At that point, I lost control and was about to ejaculate in my mother’s mouth. “Mommy, mommy, I’m going to cum… Mommy!”
Even if this was my second orgasm of the day, it was just as strong as the first one, if not stronger. The pleasure wave seemed to have lasted forever as I released load after load of sperm down my mother’s throat. She then took me by my hand and led me to her bed. We cuddled for a while as I recovered from my orgasm. Meanwhile, my mom was fingering herself and breathing heavily. I got on all fours and buried her head in the pillow. I lowered myself behind her and teased her as I gradually approached her backdoor with my tongue. I licked my mom around her anus for a while, without touching it.
“Oh, son, I can’t remember the last time a man kissed me down there,” my mom said. “It feels so good,” she added.
Then, I put my tongue right on her anus and gave it a good lick. My mom was about to cum.
“Oh my God, John, you’re going to make your mother cum!” she shouted. Her moans were loud and high-pitched, almost as if she was crying. She was frantically rubbing her clit when an orgasm hit her, and she was screaming like I had never heard her before. “John, oh John! Oh my God! This feels so good! John, my baby!”
After our sex session, I went back to my room and played video games for the rest of the day. I had had two orgasms and was feeling guilty again. But as I thought about my mother’s mouth around my hard cock, I knew I had to carry on, particularly as this confinement doesn’t seem like it will end anytime soon.
