Todger65
deserves a ton of credit for his editing work on this story.
This is a story of love and sexual discovery between a mother and son. It is also a story about friendship and the joy of sex.
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My mom is not old enough to be a MILF. She is fifteen years older than me and that makes her thirty-four. Yes, it is just what you were thinking. She got pregnant in school and the father was too young to take responsibility. Mom would not tell her parents, or anyone else for that matter, who the father was.
She has always been smart and pragmatic. She raised me with some help from grandma and papaw while not only graduating from high school, but also managing to get an MBA. She did all that and never once made me feel less than her number one priority.
My view of mom started changing when I turned eighteen. I noticed that she had protuberances that were much shapelier than the girls I dated. It was not long before I started noticing her other physical attributes. Attributes that drove my wet dreams.
I may have felt a little guilt in the beginning about masturbating with my mom in mind, but I do not remember it. I remember feeling excitement, lust, and love. Feelings I have to this day. I am certain mom knew how I felt. It was impossible to hide the erection that occurred every time I was near her. Eventually she decided to talk to me about it.
It was Saturday and I wandered into the kitchen intent on breakfast. Mom was on her hands and knees cleaning the floor. I froze before I entered the room and stood watching. She was wearing shorts and a half shirt. Her ass wiggled side to side hypnotically in front of me. When she turned to the side, I could see her braless breasts swaying in time. I was wearing boxer briefs and a robe. I had to be the one that untied the robe, but I do not remember doing it. I did not realize until she looked up at me that my hand was rubbing up and down my erection through my underwear.
She dropped the sponge in the bucket and stood, "Ben, come here and sit down. I think we need to talk."
My face was almost as red as the raging hardon bulging against my underwear. She pulled out and turned a chair, so it faced the one she was preparing to sit on. She patted the seat intended for me, "Have a seat."
I did and she looked at my obvious erection. She looked up and into my eyes, "Ben, first I want to be clear that I am not angry with you. I am concerned about your fascination with me. I know you have an active dating life. I also know about you, your friend Lisa, and her mother. Also, Mrs. Johnson next door. I would not normally bring those things up, however it is obvious you are getting a lot more sex than anyone I have ever heard of.
"I would think that your sexual urges are being satisfied. So, I am having difficulty understanding why every time you are near me, you have an erection."
I looked at her in shock, "Mom, you are the hottest woman I have ever seen. I cannot help how my body responds to you. I try awfully hard not to touch you."
"Son, I understand, but you have to know that nothing can happen between us. I am your mother. These erections of yours, while flattering, have created a barrier between us. I miss being able to hug you or lay in front of the TV with you. I feel like you are afraid of me, or afraid of what you might do. I assure you that I am perfectly capable of fending you off if you get handsy."
"Mom, I love you and I would never touch you in any way you did not want me to. It is just that I know I will get hard and I try to hide it. I cannot hide it if it is rubbing against you."
"OK, I get it. You know nothing is going to happen between us. How about this; We can hug and hang out and I will pretend I do not notice your erection. Maybe if you know nothing is going to happen, it will eventually go down. Over time you will get used to nothing happening and you will not get hard. I do not know if that will work, but I would like to try. I miss being close to you."
"I miss you too mom. I am willing to give it a try."
She stood, pulled me to my feet, and hugged me tight. Her braless breasts squeezed between us, her nipples rubbed against my bare chest and her stomach pressed up against my erection. She squeezed me tight. I am sure she felt my erection pulsing as I came in my underwear.
She pretended that it had not happened. When I stepped away from her, I could see a string of cum on her stomach. My cockhead was near the waistband of my underwear and when I came some cum had shot out and onto her.
My face was beat red as I hurriedly walked out of the room. I stopped and turned around to apologize. I looked around the door frame as she scraped up the cum with her finger. She looked at it in fascination, then put the finger in her mouth. She smiled to herself, went back down on the floor, and returned to scrubbing.
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Mom
My son is apparently the local sex machine. He came into the kitchen for breakfast and he had his usual erection. Usual for him. I must admit a certain fascination with it. He has a large cock without a doubt. If he were any other man, I would be thinking about jumping him right there. The fact is that he is my son, and it is wrong to think that way. I work hard to tamp down my attraction to my own son.
When I sat down in the kitchen to talk to him, I only mentioned a few of the rumors about his sexual adventures. My son has been busy, and I am glad we talk frequently about sexual responsibility. I miss being close to him. I know he is busy with life, but in those few moments we have together I want to reconnect with him. His constant erections around me have interfered with that.
After our talk I wanted to hug him and never thought about my state of dress. When we hugged, I felt a rush that I had not felt in years. I am embarrassed to say my nipples were hard. I must admit it was arousing to feel of them rubbing his chest through my t-shirt. I felt his cock pulsing against me and his warm cum on my stomach. Motherhood aside, it was extremely erotic. I pretended I did not notice, and I understood when he left the kitchen in a rush.
I scraped his cum off my stomach. I did not consciously bring my finger to my mouth. Realization hit me when the taste hit my tongue. It had been a lot of years since I last tasted cum and I had forgotten how much I liked it. Ben's cum tasted better than I remembered, and it made me smile. I could not help but think that I would like to live in a world where consenting adults can have sex, whether they are related or not.
Thinking that way leads nowhere good though. We live in this world, not a fantasy one. The consequences are too serious for me to go down a path that leads to sex with my son. A son with a huge cock, that is always hard for me, attached to the hot body of someone I love with all my heart. Oh god, this is more difficult than I thought!
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Ben
I hid from mom until dinner time. We decided to have pizza in front of the TV. Mom was wearing her pajama top and matching shorts. I knew I was going to be hard all evening, so I wore loose shorts without underwear that would bind me and a t-shirt. After we ate, I stretched out on the couch. Mom snuggled up with her back against me and I started the movie.
We were more or less spooning and her cute butt rubbing against me had me harder than granite. She kept moving to avoid it, but that only made things worse. Finally, I could not take it anymore. I decided to go beat off. I thought that maybe if I relieved the pressure, I could relax with her.
"Mom, I need to get up."
"What for honey? The movie is just getting good."
