As previously posted, this is a genre I am still new to, but have been wanting to explore for some time now. Let me know what you think!
As usual all characters are 18+ and live in a world where there is always consent.
This work includes fictional and taboo themes. Kinks include incest, cum play, cum eating, public sex, breeding and others that some might find offensive. If this is not something you enjoy, please move on and read another story instead.
This can be read on its own but is a sequel to the story
Helping My Son Pack for College
and may include references to the past.
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My name is Scott, and I am 19 years old and getting ready to go off to college. It is the first time I am going to be living outside of my childhood home. At first, I was very excited to finally be away from my small town and enjoy the freedom that comes with doming in college. Last week, however, that all changed, and I cannot get it out of my head. The events of last week continue to play in my mind over and over again....
It was a Tuesday and my mother and I had gone shopping together so she could help me pick out some last-minute outfits for college. It all started out like a normal day together, we had picked up a few pants and sweaters and went to try them on and that is when it all quickly changed. Instead of individual changing rooms which I expected, it was one of those large rooms with a few curtains that where a sad excuse for privacy. At first, I expected my mother to wait outside, but instead she made herself comfortable in the space with me.
Thankfully it was a quiet weekday afternoon, and it was just us in there, so I figured I could be discrete about it all. I tried on the first pair of pants and was glad when I glanced at her in the mirror and saw her looking the other way as I slipped them up my leg. Soon though, I started to get excited at the idea that she might be watching me.
I tried to control myself, I tried to tell myself that it was my mother for god sake, but it was no use. My body started to react, and I tried my best to hide the growing erection that was forming in my boxers. I hoped she didn't notice, but as I pulled the second pair of pants down quickly, I could see her clearly checking out my ass in the mirror.
Seeing her looking at me like that only made matters worse and, before I knew it, I was trying to hide a full-blown tent forming in my crotch. I always found her attractive, but nothing like this had ever happened to me before. After all, she was my mother, but I just kept thinking about her body standing behind me. She was slim and athletic, with what I liked to imagine was a milf's body. Her legs where toned and she had the slightest little belly that complimented her large chest. She was a few inches shorter than me and usually wore her dirty blonde hair down to her shoulders.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and my face turned red with embarrassment as I mustered up the courage to tell her I couldn't continue trying on the clothes. That's when the unexpected happened and instead of leaving, after a short conversation, she reached down and grabbed my crotch, cupping my cock through my boxers. My legs almost buckled as I felt her fingers slip inside my underwear and wrap around my shaft. She realized what my problem was from earlier and asked me if it was ok if she helped me take care of it. I stammered with whatever words I could put together, and I confirmed that it would indeed be ok.
My mother proceeded to give me the most amazing blowjob I have ever experienced, right there in that public dressing room. We were both totally naked as she sucked my cock like an expert, quickly bringing me to the edge. My balls had been so full from several days of not masturbating and she noticed how backed up I was. When I finally came, I exploded a massive load all over her amazing boobs and face. We left the dressing room, and I was left with an amazing combination of shock, relief and post orgasmic bliss.
I am pretty sure I heard her make herself cum once I left to pay for everything, but I am still not totally sure. As we drove home that day in silence, I still could not believe what had happened. Right as we got home and before we walked into the door, she told me something that has been ringing in my mind ever since.
"Don't forget, if you ever need help mommy is always there for you." She said softly looking over at me. "There are always plenty of ways to help you out if you get backed up again...I mean I have never felt something that big inside of me before, but we can always try." She said, grinning softly and casually walking into the house.
She then winked and went inside to shower, leaving me in the car confused, shocked and even hornier than before....
Since that day, the rest of our lives have been seemingly normal and have gone on as if nothing happened, but I have not been able to stop thinking about it. As the summer is ending, I have been continuing to pack and get ready for college. Mom is still helping me pack, as well as taking care of the house, dinners and my siblings as usual. We haven't spoken about what happened that day, but I have masturbated thinking about it almost every night since.
No matter how hard I try, there is no getting it out of my head. It was one of the most amazing sexual experiences I have ever had, and I have a burning desire to do it again. All I think about at night is my mother's amazing boobs as I stroke myself in bed. I remember how her tongue felt on my sensitive head and how she worked my shaft to make me explode at just the right moment so my orgasm would last even longer. I imagine how wet she must have gotten as she sucked me, and I have played out so many fantasies about what might have happened in that room once I left to pay.
Lately, I have been dreaming of doing it again. I wonder what it might be like if this time I wasn't so nervous and so shocked. Maybe I would enjoy it more, maybe I would get the opportunity to face fuck her or have her deep throat me. I fantasize about giving her the same type of pleasure she gave me by sucking on her nipples or licking her pussy to taste her delicious juices. It would be a dream come true to make her cum and watch her scream in pleasure from my touch.
It has come to a point where I can't masturbate normally anymore and the only thing that will get to me to finish is imagining my mom. Every night I try something different, but it always ends up with me thinking about her again and delivering a massive load of cum. The problem is, I would never have the guts to ask her or let alone mention it. Things have gone back to normal, and she is acting the same as she always has, I am pretty sure she may have even forgot about what happened. She is my mother and as much as she wants to help me, I know she isn't thinking about this as much as I am.
I resolved myself to just trying to forget it and if nothing else, hoping it will just stop being an issue once I finally move out to college. Unfortunately, it didn't just go away and last Friday it actually got much worse. I had just gotten home from playing soccer with a bunch of my friends from school and ran into the house to jump into the shower. I figured the house was empty and tossed my sweety clothes in the corner of my room before heading down the hallway to the bathroom. As I stepped inside, I thought I heard a faint moan from down the hall but figured it was probably just my imagination running wild as usual and jumped into the shower to wash off all the sweat and dirt.
The warm water felt great on my body, and I made sure to scrub well after the workout. When I got out of the shower, I opened the bathroom door to let out all the steam and dry off. I heard the moaning again, and this time it was louder and sounded more like a whimper than anything else. I pocked my head out of the bathroom and down the hall to my parents' bedroom. The door was closed, and no one was supposed to be home. I looked back at myself in the mirror and shook my head trying to erase the image from my mind and telling myself it was just my imagination running high as I continued to dream daily about my mother.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked down the hall to my room. Right as I was about to step inside the moans started again and this time, I just had to see for myself. I slowly and quietly continued down the hall towards my parents' room. As I got closer, I noticed the door wasn't actually fully closed and that was probably why I had heard the moans. As I stood there, I could clearly hear someone inside breathing hard and moaning every few moments. I bit my lip in disbelieve, was my mother really masturbating in there?
My cock was instantly hard, pushing up against the towel and creating a very noticeable and awkward tent. The sounds where so sexy, I wished I could see her too.
I could hear the breathing quicken and the moans getting closer and closer together. By the sound of her whimpers and grunts, I knew she must have been getting closer. I inched my face closer to the door, ever so slightly, to try and look into the crack of the door and catch a glimpse of my mother pleasuring herself.
The moment she comes into view I could feel my cock almost explode. My mother is laying there on her bed with her legs spread wide open and perfectly pointed towards the door. Her head back and eyes closed as she uses both of her hands to pleasure her magnificent body. I have never seen her like this, and I am overwhelmed by her beauty and sexiness. One hand is pinching and pulling on her left nipple while her other hand is holding a large, realistic dildo. The toy is buried deep inside of her pussy and I watch momentarily before she slowly pulls it out then back in again, fucking herself. I watch in complete amazement as her lips grip the toy and her juices collect at the base.
