Maria knocked loudly on her son's bedroom door. "Matthew? Wake up! You have to get up and get ready for Mass."
Matthew's muffled voice came through the door. "I'm not going to Mass, Mom."
Maria's eyes shot up. We'll just see about that, she thought. She wrapped her fingers around the knob, twisted, and swung open the door.
Matthew was lying in bed, covered with a blanket. His eyes were open, but he said nothing.
"And just why do you think you are not going to Mass with me, young man?"
Matthew stared at her for a moment, then said, "Because I can't possibly go to Mass like THIS." With that, he threw the blanket aside and onto the floor.
Maria's eyes popped out of her head. Matthew was stark naked, and sporting the largest erection she had ever seen in her life! The long blue-veined shaft and flaring purple head stared back at her and bobbed slightly.
Maria stumbled backward as if hit by a blow. Was this her innocent boy? Her mind turned back over the years. She had married Matthew's scumbag of a father nearly twenty years ago, and they had been happy, for a short while. Until she learned what a womanizing scumbag he really was. He left her shortly after Matthew had been born, running away with some young bimbo. She had never heard from him again, nor did she want to. She swore that she would raise her son by herself, and she would raise him to be an honest, decent, God-fearing young man. Not a scumbag like his father.
She had dutifully taken him to Mass with her every Sunday and every church Holy Day of his life. She had bought him his first prayer book, and his first rosary, and seen him through his first communion and confession and confirmation. She had done a great job of making him into a good, honest, God-fearing young man. She had devoted her life to it.
But he had turned eighteen a few days ago, and apparently, that had some sort of effect on him, turning him suddenly into some kind of sex beast! There he was, naked before her, leering with a lopsided grin, and exhibiting the biggest, most obscene boner she had ever witnessed with her own eyes.
"You see, Mom, I can't possibly go out of the house like this. I don't think I can even get my pants on."
"You'll.... you'll just have to, um, take care of it. You know, like boys do."
"Can't do that Mom. That would be a sin. You wouldn't want me to commit a sin, now would you?"
"Of course not! But it's also a sin to miss Mass." Maria was confused. Oh, what to do, what to do! She felt all her plans starting to slip away from her. After all her hard work all these years!
Matthew was giving her his sly grin again. "You know, Mom, YOU could take care of it for me. Then I wouldn't be committing a sin. You'd be saving my soul, and letting me go to Mass after all."
Maria was shocked all over again. Was her son suggesting that she should... should...
"Are you suggesting that I should.... should...."
"Yeah, you should jerk me off. Of course, then YOU would be committing a sin, but I wouldn't be. C'mon, Mom, you'd do that to save my immortal soul, wouldn't you? Certainly, you love me that much, don't you?"
Maria thought it over, through her shock and horror. Yes, it would probably be a sin for her to jerk off her own son. Of course, it would. Especially on a Sunday! And right before Mass! But, she would be doing it to save him from committing the sin of self-gratification. And from missing Mass. Yes, it is a sin, she thought, but it is for a higher good. She wouldn't be judged for that. And even if she were, even if the act damned her soul to Hell, she would be doing it to save her son's soul. It would be worth it. She made up her mind.
"All right, Matthew. I'll do it. But you have to promise me that after I, uh, take care of you, you WILL go to Mass with me."
"Absolutely, Mom. Of course. I promise. Now..." He glanced down at his throbbing penis and grinned again.
Maria sat gingerly down on the edge of the bed. She stared at the enormous organ in front of her. It twitched slightly, making her jump. Matthew laughed. She reached one hand out daintily and extended one finger toward it. She stopped an inch away.
"C'mon, Mom. It isn't going to bite you. It's a cock, not a snake. You act like you've never had sex before."
"Well, certainly not with my own son, I haven't! And never with one so, um, large." She brought her fingertip to the slit at the top of the flaring purple head, and touched it tenderly. Matthew shuddered slightly with pleasure. She touched it again, more firmly. A tiny bead of pre-cum began to leak out of the slit. She rubbed it into the skin of the glans.
"Oh, that's good, Mom! Keep going. Keep going!" Matthew had closed his eyes and thrown his head back in pleasure.
Maria slid her pre-cum moistened finger up and down the length of the shaft, feeling every vein and ridge. The blue veins stuck out in stark contrast to the pink skin, so smooth and velvety and pulled tight. Matthew gurgled in his throat. She still had some power over him! She moved a tiny bit closer and brought the pad of her thumb into contact with the opposite side of the shaft. She moved her thumb and fingertip up and down, sliding them gently. The shaft seemed to grow a bit longer, and the head flared a bit wider. Matthew cooed in pleasure.
Getting a bit bolder, Maria closed her thumb and finger around the shaft. They didn't quite meet; he was far too thick for that. But the increased contact allowed her to stimulate him all the more. She moved the ring of her fingers up and down the shaft, below the head, down to the faint patch of pubic hair in his crotch, and then up again to just below the rim. Matthew's breathing became ragged and his shoulders twitched slightly. Finally, she closed her entire fist around the shaft and jacked slowly up and down his length.
"You're doing great, Mom," Matthew said between gasps. "Don't forget the head!"
Maria slide her hand up higher, up over the rim of the cock head. Matthew shuddered violently. She pulled her hand away. "Did I hurt you?"
"God no, it was awesome! Don't stop!"
Maria made a mental note about the sensitivity of the cock rim. She returned her fist to her son's cock, and wrapped it more confidently around the shaft. She jacked up and down again, all the way down to the base, and all the way up and over the rim until her hand almost lost contact. Then back down again, over and over. Matthew was breathing very heavily, with a catch in his throat each time she passed over the rim. On an impulse, Maria stopped the rising motion of her hand when she was gripping the head of his cock, her fingers wrapped around the sensitive rim. She began twisting her hand in a doorknob-opening motion. That drove Matthew crazy!
"Oh my God, just like that, just like that!" He was talking through clenched teeth, his fists grabbing the sheet below him. "Keep going, Mom, keep going!"
Maria continued to twist her fist back and forth around the flaring purple cock head, feeling the steady stream of pre-cum making the whole mess slicker and wetter all the time. Matthew was shuddering almost violently, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.
Maria suddenly pulled her hand away. What was she doing? She was jacking off her own son! This was totally wrong!
Matthew's eyes popped open and he stared at her. "Why did you stop? I was this close! Finish me, finish me!"
Maria was close to sobbing. "I can't! I just can't! It's totally and completely wrong and immoral!"
"Only for you! Not for me. Mom, I need you to do this so I can go to Mass. Do you want me to turn into a scumbag like my father? Do you want me to become a sinner? I'll end up damned to Hell. Eternal damnation! Fire and brimstone and imps with pitchforks. I'll be in Hell, and you'll be in Heaven and we'll never see each other again! Is that what you want?"