This is a continuation of the story
Helping My Son Pack for College 3
and may include references to the past. This portion of the story is from her (the mother's) point of view.
This work includes fictional and taboo themes. Kinks include incest, cum play, cum eating, public sex, mutual masturbation, creampies, breeding, anal, toys and others that some might find offensive. If this is not something you enjoy, please move on and read another story instead.
As usual all characters are 18+ and live in a world where there is always consent.
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It has been a few hours since Scott left my room after an absolutely amazing couple of orgasms. I am still not sure what had come over me, but I can't remember the last time I had such wonderful, erotic and enjoyable sex. When he came to my room asking for help, I was nervous at first, but I felt bad not to help him. Plus, with everything we had already done I figured a little show and tell would be harmless.
That quickly changed as I saw how hard he was when he got naked. He barley looked at my naked body and was hard as a rock. I can't remember I got that kind of attention or reaction from a man. I know as a mother I shouldn't be thinking like this, or having these feelings, but if you saw that magnificent cock of his you would understand.
One thing led to another, and I showed him, in great detail, every part of the female anatomy as well as the male anatomy. That led to some touching, then some licking and next thing I know my chest is covered in his cum and his fingers are buried deep inside my dripping wet pussy for the second time in less than an hour. We both came so hard.
I promised him I would cook us both some dinner, but I had to relax a bit first. Once he left to his room, I just crashed onto my bed. I spent some time catching my breath and enjoying that feeling of post orgasmic bliss for a while. I then showered, dried off and check some things on my phone before coming downstairs. Currently I am in the kitchen cutting a salad and I have some baked ziti going in the oven and a small pot of vegetable soup on the stove.
My pussy is still tingling from earlier, but I am trying to keep my composure. He is my son after all, and he is leaving to college in a few weeks. The last thing I want to do is scar him. I am his mother, and I am trying very hard to show some self-control.
However, he is pretty naΓ―ve, and it would be irresponsible of me to send him off to college without at least some formal education around sex and pleasure. Right? Plus, that cock of his is truly magnificent and I would be lying if I said I have not been thinking about what he would feel like inside of me since the first moment I saw that bulge in his boxers a few weeks ago in that dressing room.
"Mom?" I hear behind me.
"Oh, hi darling." I smile as I turn and see Scott coming down the steps.
"Why are you naked?" He asks.
"Well, I honestly just didn't feel like putting anything on after I got out of the shower." I say. "I always have loved to air dry.
"Oh, umm ahh ok." He stammers.
"Darling, after everything we have done, do you really think we should be wearing cloths around each other anymore?" I ask him.
"Well, I guess not." He replies "I just figured, since you know, well..."
"Stop." I cut him off.
"This is my house and I make the rules." I tell him.
"From now on, when we are home together, there are to be no cloths." I say. "You will be completely naked around me, and I will do the same. The moment you walk through that front door you are expected to strip down completely. Do you understand?"
"Yes mommy, I understand." He replies.
"Great, that settles it then. When I go back upstairs after I will even leave a little basket by the front door so you can drop your cloths in right when you get home." I promise him.
"Ok, thanks." He replies.
I just smile and look back at him for a moment. I turn to finish cutting the rest of the cucumbers and toss them into the salad bowl with the lettuce and tomatoes before setting it aside and turning around.
"Excuse me?" I say looking at him.
He looks back at me confused.
"I said strip, that means now." I command folding my arms under my boobs
"Oh ahh, ok sorry." He says.
I stand there and watch as Scott quickly strips naked in front of me. First, he tosses his t-shirt to the side, then his socks. His sweatpants follow and I can already see the slight bulge in his boxers. He looks at me one last time, as if to confirm, before looking around and quickly taking down his boxers and tossing them to the side.
I am in awe that his cock is already semi hard. I didn't even touch him, and he came multiple times just a few hours ago. I forgot how much stamina young cocks have. I smirk to myself in delight.
"Much better darling," I tell him, "I love looking at that sexy body you have, no reason to hide it with cloths." I grin.
I walk over to the cabinet and grab some plates. "Can you help me set the rest of the table, dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
I continue to finish up cooking as he sets the table. I act as casual as possible, trying to make it seem almost normal that we are walking around completely nude. Once the table is set and all the food is plated we sit to eat.
"Honestly, after that little workout we had, I'm starving." I tease, sitting across from him.
"Yeah, I am hungry too." He agrees. "This is delicious, thanks mom."
"Oh, thank you darling, and you are very welcome." I reply. "It came together pretty quickly, and it is really the least I could after you helped me with that extra orgasm at the end."
I smile at Scott across the table softly. He is blushing and I can tell the nudity, and the way in which I am casually discussing our earlier adventures, is making him uncomfortable. He looks up at me as he chews and tries to hide his emotions, but I already catch him staring glimpse of my boobs as they hover above the table.
This continues for a while and as we eat I ask him about some of his plans for college and what sports teams he is hoping to try out for. In between our normal conversations I continue to casually reference, or hint to, the fun we have been having the past few days.
"That sounds like a good idea. Plus, it will help you stay in shape and keep that muscular body." I tell him when he mentions he wants to play on the soccer team.
"Have you ever thought about the swim team?" I ask him.
"Not really, I don't think I want to do that in college?" He replies.
"Why not? You have always been great in the pool." I say.
He just shrugs.