Mother Is the Best!

This is a story about incest between a mother and her young adult son. If that's not your cup of tea, please seek enjoyment elsewhere. There are stories for all kinds of tastes on this site. Please feel free to leave constructive criticism. I love your comments about true stories that are similar to this fictitious tale. All characters are older than 18 years of age.

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Part I.

Jack lifted his coffee cup to his mouth as he was staring at his

Advanced Calculus

text book. He had been home-schooled for K-12 and was a bit worried about heading off to Fairbanks for university in a few short weeks so he had started reviewing calculus. He was pondering what property the set of real numbers possesses that makes it possible to prove that a continuous function on [0,1] always attains a maximum, while this is not true for the rational numbers. He immediately regretted it. "Yuck!"

His mother, Neva, who was washing dishes at the sink asked, "What?"

"Oh. My coffee got cold while I was thinking." He looked up at his mother. She was still in her sleeping shirt, which was an old grey Henley that ended several inches below her wide, shapely hips. Her full butt filled out the shirt nicely and shook slightly from side-to-side as she scrubbed the skillet from this morning's breakfast. He could make out the lines of her panties running along the tops of her buns under the shirt and imagined what she might look like without the shirt. Her narrow waist and athletic legs accented her full womanly curves. She was wearing thick wool socks that ended about halfway up her smooth calves.

"Hold on a minute," she said as she dried her hands on a dishtowel. She picked up the coffee pot and walked to the kitchen table where Jack was studying. Neva's heavy breasts swayed and her large nipples poked the old fabric of the shirt. Jack noted with pride that his mother was perfect. Well, at least he thought she was. At 36-years-old, her breasts didn't appear to have any sag in them based on the location of her nipples. He imagined what they looked like when she was naked. When she bent over to pour fresh coffee in his cup the Henley, which wasn't buttoned, opened at the neck and he got a nice view of her ample cleavage. "How's that?" He looked up from her cleavage into her face and saw her smiling at him.

"How's what?" he asked, hoping that she had not noticed him staring at her tits.

"Do you need anything other than coffee?" she asked. She had noticed him staring at her chest. In fact, recently she had noticed that quite often he was staring at her chest...or butt. She'd also noticed that typically he had a bulge in his pants while staring at her. At first she had found it a bit disconcerting, but soon realized that given that there was not another woman within 50 miles of their homestead, he really had no other women to look at. Neva and his father, John, had moved to Alaska shortly after they had been married mainly to escape her asshole father. Neva had been pregnant when she and John had gotten married straight out of high school, so Jack had never known what it was like to live with television, the internet, and because he was homeschooled, girls.

"Thanks, Mom." Neva returned the coffee to the stove and started drying dishes. He quickly adjusted his semi-erect penis and returned to his studies.

Part II.

John was propped up on a pillow in bed reading the latest edition of

North American Hunter

magazine while Neva washed her face in their bathroom.

"John, how old were you when you started masturbating?"

John looked over the top of the magazine at the open door to the bathroom.

What the fuck?

he thought to himself. "That's a random question!"

Neva peered into the bedroom wearing only red panties. She had her hair pulled up and held out of her face by a hairband and her face was covered with cleansing cream. As she applied the cream her breasts wobbled back and forth banging against one another. "Yeah. I guess it is."

"Let's see," he said. "I guess I was around eleven. That was a long time ago. Maybe twelve."

"Really?" She looked back into their bedroom. "Eleven years old? How did you figure out how to do it at that age?"

"Oh, that's easy. I had a friend named Mark... Mark... something. I can't remember his last name. Mark had a brother who was a lot older than us, like maybe five or six years older than us. I think he was probably in high school when we were in elementary school. If I recall, Mark was a year in front of me. Anyway, he told Mark how to do it and Mark told me. In retrospect, we got a lot of misinformation but the basics were sound."

Neva walked into the bedroom wearing the Henley shirt and slid under the comforter next to John. He looked over at her and asked, "Why in the world did you want to know that?"

Neva sighed. "I don't know." She nervously ran her hand over the comforter. "I guess I'm just worried about Jack."

"Ah," John said, and returned to reading his magazine.

She put her hand on the magazine and pushed it back down onto his chest. "I'm serious." She bit her lip and then asked, "I think he's probably still a virgin, don't you?" She didn't wait for John to reply. "Do you think Jack knows how to masturbate?"

John's eyes went wide. "I have no idea and I'm not about to ask him!" He was mortified and was smiling nervously. She was not smiling, and looked concerned. Seeing this he said, "He's smart and eighteen. I'd be willing to bet he's figured it out."

"I don't know," she said. "We don't have internet and he was rarely around kids his own age." She looked over at John. "I think you should talk to him."

"I don' think so."

"Why?"

"Really? Why?" He was no longer smiling and worry lines furrowed his brow. "Neva, baby, think about how this conversation would go. 'Jack, are you a virgin? Yeah, well, do you have any idea how to jerk off? No? Let me show you.'" John was making the international jerking off a dick motion with his hand. "He'd probably wonder off into the woods and never come home."

Neva gave John a wan smile. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She paused and then said, "It's just that he's going off to UA-Fairbanks soon and...he's a virgin...and..." She trailed off.

"You know, kids figured out how to masturbate before there was an internet? I figured it out. You figured it out." John lifted the magazine from his chest and started reading. "He'll be fine. Lot's of guys go to college a virgin." Neva took the novel from her nightstand and removed her bookmark. She stared at the page, but she wasn't reading.

Part III.

The first cabin John had built for the newlywed couple 19 years previous was rudimentary to say the least. The cabin was one large room with a sleeping loft. They had no running water, no electricity, a wood burning stove for heat and an outhouse for when nature called. After Jack was born, Neva insisted on running water and indoor plumbing, so John had a well drilled, and built them an indoor bathroom. However, he also built an outdoor shower complete with a flush toilet and a septic system. That small one-room shack was replaced years ago with a nice log cabin, but one of the things the couple loved from those rustic times was the outdoor shower. The new house had two full bathrooms upstairs and a half bathroom downstairs, but the family still used the outdoor shower when the Alaska weather allowed for it.

Neva awoke with the first rays of sun streaming in through the east facing window of the bedroom. It was mid-August and they were finally starting to have some darkness at night. She stretched her arms above her shoulders and moaned, twisting and stretching. She rolled over and saw that John had left for work. She hadn't even heard John start his truck. As a logger, his summer days were very long. He couldn't log in the Alaska winter, so he made as much money in the summer as he could to see them through the entire year. She heard the door to Jack's bedroom open. Obviously, the sun had awoken him as well.

"Good morning, Jack," she called out as she saw his shadow cross the gap underneath her bedroom door.

"Good morning, Mom," he returned through the door.

After a couple of seconds the bedroom door opened and a very sleepy and bleary eyed young man walked in. "What are you doing up so early?" She patted the bed next to her.

He sat down heavily. "The sun woke me up." He rubbed his eyes with the backs of his fists. "Also, Mom, honestly, I'm worried about going off to college. I'm really not sleeping too well. I've never lived anywhere but here."

She stared at her only son who was now a young man. She reached out her left hand and placed it on his leg. "Yeah, I was worried about that. I haven't been sleeping very well either. But, I'm sure you'll adjust as soon as you make friends." She patted his leg. "Colleges are really good at taking a bunch of scared 18-year-olds and getting them to mingle and blend. You'll meet people who will be life-long friends."

"I guess so." He didn't look like he believed her. He looked down and saw her erect nipples under her sleeping shirt. He felt his cock start to chub up.

"Come on. Let's get going and I'll make us breakfast." Neva threw the comforter off of herself before she realized that her morning stretch had gathered the Henley up around her midsection. Both Neva and Jack looked down simultaneously to see that the little red panties that she had slept in were the only thing covering her vagina, and they had climbed up into her crack giving her one hell of a camel toe. She swung her legs off of the bed and stood up pulling the Henley over her bottom, but not before giving Jack a wonderful view of her full butt, which was only barely covered by the fabric of the panties. He began to get even more erect. She walked around the bed, her heavy breasts swaying under the fabric. Her swaying breasts were not helping Jack's condition one single bit.

Oh

shit, not now

, he thought to himself.

Neva was determined to play off her accidentally exposing herself to Jack, so she walked around the bed, grabbed him by both hands, and pulled him to his feet. "Come on, let's get goi..." She trailed off in mid-sentence when she saw his raging hard-on tenting the front of his pajamas. In the past, he'd been able to hide his bulge since he was typically sitting. She'd never seen the full extent of his erection. She looked up from his crotch into his eyes. She could tell he was embarrassed from the bright red tint of his cheeks. "Oh, shit," she said covering her mouth with her hand, "did I do that?" She pointed at his obvious boner.

"What?" he asked hoping that if he played dumb she might drop the subject.

"That," she said, pointing down at his crotch, her eyes fixed to the object of her attention.

He followed the imaginary line from the tip of her finger to his dick and was mortified to see the extent of the pup tent in his pajama bottoms. He was completely hard. "Yeah," he said, "I guess. Sorry."

"Well, shit. You have nothing to be sorry about; it's only natural. But, I AM sorry. I didn't mean to flash you that way."

"It's okay, Mom. It was an accident."

"Yes. But, it's my fault." She looked into his eyes searching. They held the gaze for several seconds. She looked back down at his erection. "It looks painful."

"It's not too bad," he said. "I'm kind of used to it now. It happens a lot now a days and usually at the worst possible time."

She realized she was staring at his erection. She looked up into his face. "Do you know how to take care of it yourself?"

"Mom!" The shock showed plainly on his face. "I'm not going to answer that!"

"Jack. Sugar. It's natural to masturbate. I masturbate. Everyone masturbates."

Jack's face was even brighter red now, if that was possible. "Mom! Stop! I don't need to know about you, you know, doing that." Jack was clearly very uncomfortable and he adjusted his erection in his pajamas.

She said, "You can say the word, Jack. Mas-tur-bate."

"Mom! Stop!"

"My point was," she said trying to diffuse the situation, "that if you need to run off and take care of that, then I'm fine with it. Do you need some lotion?"

"Mom!"

She realized again she was staring at his erection but she just couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from it. She suddenly realized why men stared at her tits when they spoke to her. "It really is fine with me if you want to run back to your room and jerk off." She looked back up into his eyes and saw that he was mortified at the conversation.

She gave him a sad smile. "No?" She reached out and stroked his penis through the fabric of his pajamas. Jack's eyes went wide. She wasn't even sure why she had done it. She didn't really mean to grope her son's erect cock. It just looked so painful and he obviously wasn't comfortable doing anything about it himself. She just, sort of, took the problem into her own hands, both figuratively and literally.

She looked back into his eyes. His eyes were locked on her eyes while she gently stroked his cock through the fabric of his pajamas. "I think it's only fair that since I caused it I should take care of it. Don't you agree?"

She grabbed the elastic band of his pajamas and pulled them up and over his erection, allowing the pajamas to fall to the floor. The head of his cock was pointing up at her. She slowly worked her small hand up and down the soft skin of his boner. "How's that feel?"

"Great," he whispered.

"What do you use for lube? I mean, normally. Lotion? Oil? Spit?"

"What?"

"Do you not use lube? You poor baby. No one has ever taught you how to jerk off correctly, then. It feels a lot better if you use lube." She spit into her hand and started to work her hand up and down the shaft. "How's that?"

"Better," is all he managed.

She spit in her hand again and continued to work up and down his shaft.

"Mom?"

"Yes, honey."

"What is a blowjob?"

"Well," she said, "it's when a woman uses her mouth on a man's penis."

"Really? It sounds kind of gross for the woman."

"No," she said, "not really. It's actually kind of fun." She dropped to her knees and quickly sucked the head into her mouth. She could already taste pre-cum on his rock-hard teenage cock.

Jack instinctively closed his eyes and threw his head back moaning. "Oh! I've never felt anything like that before!"

Neva swirled her tongue around the corona and then let the shaft slide into her mouth until she felt his cock contact the back of her throat. She pulled her head back bringing the tip of his cock to her lips and then again allowed him to enter her mouth until the tip touched her throat. She repeated this a couple of times and then pulled him completely out of her mouth. "Honey, I take it that you never have had a girl give you a blowjob." It was a statement instead of a question.

He looked down. His mother was slowly working his cock up and down with her right hand while looking up at him. She was gently stroking his balls with her left hand. "No. I've never been with... I mean... uh... a woman. I did hide behind the woodshed so I could see Aunt Hilary in the outdoor shower when she visited last summer. I could see her huge, perfect boobs, but nothing else. Other than her, I've never even seen any other woman naked." He was clearly ashamed. "Mom, I'm the only 18-year-old virgin in Alaska."

She smiled broadly. "Honey. No, you're not." She got a devious look on her face. "Did you jerk off to Aunt Hilary's huge boobs?"

"Yeah," he stammered, "I guess."

"Good." She smiled. Then a realization crossed her face and she asked, "Hey! Have you ever hidden behind the woodshed to see me naked in the shower?"

He looked genuinely scared. "Honest, Mom. No. I thought about it, but decided not to."

"It's natural for a teenage boy to fantasize about his mother." She continued to stroke his cock with her right hand. "But, since you were a good boy and didn't peek, you deserve a special reward." She sucked his dick back into her mouth and pushed her head forward until the tip touched her throat. But, this time she took a deep breath, swallowed, and allowed the head of his cock to enter her throat. When her nose pressed against his stomach, she licked his balls with her tongue while his dick was in her throat. She looked up at him and nodded slightly, looking for approval.

"Fuck, Mom. I'm not going to last long."

She pulled her head back letting his dick slip out of her mouth with a pop. "That's the idea, honey." She swirled her tongue around the corona again. She looked up into his eyes. "You can come in Mommy's mouth."

"Really?"

She smiled and sucked just the head into her mouth while running her tongue along the underside of his corona. She looked up at him, nodded quickly to confirm that it was okay to indeed come in her mouth, and sucked him deeply down her throat. She then began to work her mouth up and down the length of his shaft while holding onto his butt with both of her hands. She felt his cock expand, the pre-come flow, and his hands gently placed on the back of her head. He was very close to coming and she was excited that she was able to do this for her son. He erupted into her mouth with a small spurt, followed by a huge rope of semen that coated the back of her throat. She swallowed rapidly, but the come just kept pouring out of his cock into her mouth and a small amount escaped her lips and fell onto her shirt.

When he was done and she was sure that she had drained every drop of sperm out of his balls, she allowed him to pop out of her mouth. She looked up into his eyes, a small amount of come dripping from the edge of her lips and running down her chin. "How was that?"

"Unbelievable, Mom. It was better than I ever imagined it would be."

She smiled and used her index finger to clean her chin, sucking the last of his come into her mouth. "You taste good." She stood up and looked down at her shirt. His come had landed on the shirt covering her left breast. "Oops. I guess I'll need to wash this before your dad gets home."

Jack looked at her chest and noticed both her nipples were erect and poking hard into the worn fabric of the old Henley. This was the first time that he had been able to stare at her breasts without concern of getting caught. Quietly, almost in a whisper he said, "Mom, you have great tits."

"Thanks, honey." She smiled broadly. She used her arms to push them together. "Would you like to touch them?"

Jack nodded his head afraid that if he spoke he'd wake up from this dream. She took his hand and put it on her breast. He was surprised at how firm it was. He gently squeezed her breast for several seconds.

Neva broke the trance by saying, "Now run along and let me get cleaned up."

Part IV.

Jack was in the back-yard splitting firewood for the approaching winter. He swung the awl over his head striking the log dead center, which caused it to split into two neat pieces. Small pieces of wood flew in every direction. Neva came around the corner dressed in a tank top tee shirt, blue jean cut-off shorts that were too short for public, and a pair of black rubber boots that ended at about her knees. She wore a wide-brim hat to protect her face from the late summer sun. She watched her young man chopping fire wood. The perspiration glistened on his sinewy young muscles and his back and chest were covered with fines pieces of wood that had flown off the fire wood and landed on his shirtless torso.

"Hey, you," she said, "go get the big rifle. I need you on bear protection duty while I pick berries along the creek bottom."

"Okay. Let me stack this really quick so Dad won't be angry if he comes home early." After stacking the wood, Jack ran into the house and emerged a few minutes later with the Winchester Model 70 in .375 H&H magnum. "Ready."

The two of them walked about a mile down a trail that doubled as a snowmobile track in the winter. When John wasn't logging during the winter months, he ran a trap line to help pay the bills and this trail to the creek was his main way to get out into the wilderness. Neva made small talk with Jack. "So, are you feeling any better about heading to school?"