This story takes place in 1978. I was nineteen and still living at home with my parents in Swindon in the United Kingdom.

I was sexually active and had lost my virginity when I was seventeen. I was still finding my way. My cock is six inches when erect and a girth of five inches, nothing too outstanding. I had a tight foreskin and it was not a major problem if it was well lubricated.

At this time in my life I had a girlfriend called Sarah who loved oral sex. It was Saturday night and we had gone out to the pub. When we got home I was drunk, as was Sarah. My mum and dad had gone to bed. They were quite happy for my girlfriends to sleep in my bed, so Sarah and I headed to bed.

We were soon naked and lying on the bed. My cock was fully erect, and Sarah proceeded to put her mouth over it. She pulled the foreskin right back as she did this. As she sucked and licked my cock, she ran her teeth across the helmet and nibbled slightly. Sometimes a little bit too hard. She did not slide the foreskin back and forth. We were now in a sixty nine, I was licking, sucking, nibling and fingering her pussy, focusing on her clitoris which she loved me to play with.

There were two side effects that often happened when I drank a lot of beer. I could stay erect for ages without cumming. Tonight appeared to be one of those. Sarah orgasmed twice and then moved up and lay next to me stroking my chest, but we both dozed off.

When I woke in the morning Sarah was already up and talking with my mum in the kitchen. As I got out of the bed I noticed a slight soreness with my cock. I looked down and noticed the foreskin was still stuck behind the helmet and looked swollen. I tried to move it but it would not slide back over the helmet. I spat on my hand to give lubrication but still no movement. I jumped in the shower and tried soap and water but with no luck. I was getting a bit worried. I put on a tee shirt and shorts and joined Sarah and Mum. After some tea and toast we left to take Sarah home. Mum drove as I still did not have my licence.

After we had dropped Sarah, we started the twenty minute journey home. Mum noticed how quiet I was. She asked me what was wrong, but even though we were always close I was too embarrassed to tell her. She persisted and I eventually told her. She suggested Dad should have a look at it when we got home. I was mortified and explained there was no way I wanted to even discuss it with my dad, never mind show him. We agreed Mum would look when Dad went to the pub in the evening.

Once home I retreated to my room and lay on my bed and read. Only venturing out for roast dinner. At seven o’clock my Dad left for the pub as he did every Sunday. Sometimes I would join him but not tonight. He would be gone until closing at ten thirty.

There was a light knock on my door and my mum came in. She sat on the edge of the bed. We never really said anything; there was a strange atmosphere in the room and I was wondering whether this was a good idea. Then Mum suggested removing my shorts and pants. I agreed and she reached for the belt, undid it, the button and then slid down the zipper. I lifted my bum off the bed as she slid  my shorts down my legs. Once they were off she then took hold of the waist band of my boxers and proceeded to pull those down, revealing my cock.

It was the first time she had seen it since I was a small boy. For the next few seconds I just lay there and Mum just looked at my cock, nothing was said. She then reached out and took my cock in her hand and lent down a little to get closer. She tried to move the skin using her finger and thumb by pinching the skin and pulling. It was a bit sensitive and I jumped slightly, but it did not work. It was also quite dry. Mum got up and said she would be back in a minute, told me to just lie there and try to relax.

She returned with a bottle of moisturiser. She squeezed some onto her hand and some on my cock. I flinched as the cream was cold. She apologised and we both laughed a little. She then took my cock in her hand forming a circle with her fingers and thumb. Just as I would do if I was wanking. She then proceeded to move her hand backwards and forwards trying to get the skin to move over my helmet. Her hand kept slipping over the swollen skin, and over my helmet. My mother was giving me an unintentional handjob. Much to my horror I could feel my cock starting to stiffen.

My mum continued with her movements, she of course noticed as my cock grew in her hand and got harder. She told me not to worry but if it became too painful to tell her. She continued with her strokes, her grip seemed slightly tighter. My cock was now fully erect. My concern now was if I was going to cum. Mum looked into my eyes as she continued wanking me, there was a look I had never seen before. I was getting close when she stopped. She explained that the skin did not seem to be moving and she suggested I try a bath in salt water. She got up and went to the bathroom to run the bath. She told me to lie and relax, try and get my penis (as she called it) back to normal and then strip naked and come to the bathroom.

After five minutes I joined Mum in the bathroom. She had not filled the bath but there was enough water to cover my groin once I sat in the bath. I got in and sat down. Mum was wearing a V-neck jumper. She decided to take this off as it might get wet. I was not expecting to see my Mum in her bra.

At the time my Mum was about forty-one. She looked good for her age, her skin and complexion was very smooth. She was about five feet four tall and I would guess a UK size 10, maybe 12. She was not skinny but certainly not fat. Her breasts looked like they were about 36C and looked very inviting encased in the lace cups of her white bra. It was a very sexy bra, it did surprise me.

Seeing my Mum like this started to have an affect on my cock. Mum noticed but said nothing. My cock started to rise out of the water. Mum giggled and remarked she should have put more water in. She then lent over the bath, reached down, took hold of my cock and held it in the water, as she started the forwards and backwards movement again.

At first there was no difference than the bedroom. She tightened her grip and moved faster. Suddenly the skin moved and it was back over the helmet. Mum was pleased but said she better continue to make sure it was okay. I was not going to argue. I was now having the most wonderful handjob, from my mother. I wondered how long she would continue.

She just kept going. I knew I was getting close to cumming. I took hold of Mum’s wrist, told her I was close to cumming. She smiled and said good and continued. I lay back and watched her wank me. My cock was no longer in the water but the foreskin was moving back and forth with ease I was producing so much pre cum.

Mum suddenly let go and said she did not want cum on her bra, and in an instant her breasts were free. They were the best breasts I had ever seen. The nipples were rock hard. They were sticking out and I so wanted to touch one, but deep down I still felt this was not a sexual act. Mum was just looking after me. As I looked at those perfect breasts, I was aware of my mum looking at me. Our eyes met, I knew what that look was now, it was lust.

She asked me if I was going to cum for her? Was I going to be a good boy and cum for Mummy? Hearing her say that and using the word Mummy was too much, my cock started to shoot my spunk. I had never shot so hard and so much. It flew up in the air all over Mums arm hand and breasts. As I came she was telling me I was good boy, and I was Mummy’s boy. This was now sexual.

As I stopped shooting, Mum let go. She rubbed her hands over her breasts, and spread my spunk. Tweaking her nipples and then licking her fingers. She stood up, looked at me and explained she was going to have a shower as I had made a mess on Mummy. I was to get dry, dressed and she would see me downstairs after her shower. Then she was gone, and I was still shocked at what had just happened. Where was this likely to go from here?