My Last Summer with Mom

This is a work of fiction, intended as a sexual fantasy. The behavior in this story is not condoned or encouraged by the author. All sexual activity is engaged in by characters of legal age.

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Mom/Son - Incest - Taboo - Long Story - Buildup - Edging - Teasing - Slow Burn - Coercion - Guilt - Giving In - Love - Straight Sex - Hand Job - First Time - Kinky Mom - Graphic Sex

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CHAPTER 2

That Saturday night Mom gave me a bath again for the first time in a long time.

Mom usually worked on Saturdays but this time she had off. When Mom was off work I was strictly forbidden from waking her up so I usually just left the house. Even though it was late September, the day was hot and sunny and I ended up riding my bike for miles and miles, enjoying the relatively bug-free air, only returning home when the shadows were long and the air started to cool again.

When I pulled back in the driveway, Mom was working on the window shutter she'd been talking about fixing for a full year but hadn't gotten around to yet. She perked up at the ticking of my bike wheels as I walked up to the house, dusty and sweaty and blissfully happy.

"I was starting to wonder if you'd fallen in the river!"

"If I fall in the river I'll come back as a fish," I responded without hesitation, then caught myself and we both laughed. Mom and Grandpa had made up that call and response when she was a kid and it made me feel homey when she did it with me, even though I didn't let her do it around my friends anymore.

Mom zipped the final screw into the shutter and then leaned back and wiped the sweat from her eyes. She was in yoga pants and a sports bra and hiking boots, and her hair was a mess. I laughed looking at her.

"Go inside," she said matter-of-factly, tossing her tools back in her toolbox. "I'm going to give you a bath. You stink all the time and I'm tired of it."

She'd said that a thousand times before in my life. But I felt the electricity in my chest again. That was new.

I wordlessly walked into my room, threw my backpack on the floor, and closed the door most of the way. My heart wouldn't stop pounding. I heard her walk past and start the bath, and then rummage around in the hall closet for towels.

Deep breath. It's just Mom. It's just a bath. A regular old bath.

I crossed the hall to the bathroom. It smelled like lavender, which meant Mom had put bubbles in it. I instantly relaxed.

Mom was bent over the tub, fussing with the drain plug. "I tell you, the list of things in this house that need replacing would wrap around the earth," she said, glancing up at me as I came in. She almost seemed distracted. "Arms up!"

My arms shot up and she peeled my shirt off.

"Big step!" She always used to say that when she was about to pull my pants off. I lifted my leg to take a step and she pulled my shorts and underwear off and tossed them away from us. I suddenly felt very naked. I still wasn't used to how big my genitals had gotten, and I felt self-conscious. My sweaty, hormonal smell filled the room, almost overpowering the lavender.

"That smell? That's why I'm taking charge of this situation." She laughed and her laugh wrapped around me like a blanket and I didn't feel naked anymore. "Hop in."

Mom's baths were the best. She always spent 10 minutes washing my hair and rubbing my head and I was so tired from the bike ride that it nearly put me to sleep. I was into a state of complete relaxation when I heard her voice, gently commanding.

"Alright love. Up!"

Like I had a thousand times before, I stood up so she could scrub me. She attacked my armpits with a sponge.

"I want to talk to you about something."

This was new. I realized in that moment I had my eyes closed. I opened them to see her face near mine as she scrubbed my chest. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she said, lathering slowly down my abdomen.

Electricity in my chest again.

"So, your body is changing. I'm sure you've noticed."

I had. Was that ok? Was something wrong? I tensed up.

She saw the alarm on my face and smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry! Everything is normal. This is just the process of growing. But it

does

mean I'm going to need to check on you more frequently, just to make sure everything is happening the way it should be, ok?"

I didn't really know what that meant, but I nodded. Time seemed to be slowing down. My heart rate started to pick up. Her hands on my chest and abdomen felt nice, and my eyes couldn't help but be drawn to her cleavage, visible over the top of the sports bra. I saw her eyes catch mine. She put the sponge aside and grabbed a bar of soap, lathering her hands up.

"You've got hair where you didn't before!" She playfully traced the line of hair down my chest and belly to my public hair, which had spent the summer getting thick and dark. "I'm sure you've noticed that."

I nodded. My face was hot.

Mom was still lathering her hands. "I noticed your voice finally changed, too." She laughed again. Her laugh was kind. I felt less awkward.

Mom's hands were soaping up my inner thighs and she just said "wall," as she had many times before. This was my cue to turn and put my hands on the wall so I wouldn't lose my balance, and spread my legs so she could wash me better, which I did without thinking.

Mom's hands parted my ass and I felt her fingers washing me thoroughly. She hadn't done that in a while. It occurred to me for the first time that I might be dirty. Her fingers probed and prodded and I felt one push against my tightened sphincter. My face burned and I was glad to be turned away from her.

"I've noticed you've really started getting bigger down here, too," she said matter-of-factly, and I felt her hands grab my testicles from behind, gently but firmly. I started and she shushed me gently, as if I were a skittish horse. "That's ok, too. Boys grow, and this is part of it."

Her hands probed and fondled me. I suddenly became acutely aware of my own anatomy as I felt her roll my testicles around in her hands. She wasn't just washing me. She was checking me. She accidentally squeezed a little too hard and the sudden sharp pain made me jump.

"You're a sensitive one," she said. "They're bigger than I thought they'd be. You're a healthy male mammal, turns out!" She laughed warmly. "Turn around."

I did, wordlessly, the smell of lavender soap filling my nose. As she took her hands away to soap them up again, I felt the telltale sign of blood rushing into my penis.

Please no. Please no.

I willed my body to cooperate. It didn't. I started to harden.

Suddenly, I found myself staring at her body again, just like the other day. Normally I barely noticed her no matter what she was wearing, but now it was all I could think about. The yoga pants clung to her curves and as I stared down at my own genitals, I couldn't help but idly wonder what hers looked like, and I realized that I had no idea. The front of her yoga pants betrayed nothing.

Mom's soapy hands were suddenly between my legs again, and she was washing me. My penis. My mom was washing my penis.

I thought it had been hard a few days earlier, but that was nothing compared to what happened now. It snapped to attention quickly and the head emerged from my foreskin, bigger and more purple than it had ever been before.

My chest pounded. "Mom.

Mom, ow,

what's happening?"

Mom's hands glided up the thick, hard shaft and I felt her fingers quickly scrub underneath my foreskin. Everything felt impossibly sensitive and every touch of her hands was like an electric charge.

"It's ok, sweetheart. It's ok," her voice was dark and warm and sensual in a way I'd never heard before. She held my cock with one hand and cleaned it methodically with the other. " I'm almost done. I'm just washing it. I'm almost done, I promise."

I'd never felt anything like it in my life. It reminded me of the sharp, stabbing pain I'd felt when I had a toothache last winter, but instead of pain, it was sharp stabs of pleasure. The pleasure was intense and unrelenting... until I felt a pang of searing intensity. Her hands were washing the engorged purple helmet at the top of my straining cock. I jerked visibly and doubled over.

"Ow!" I said. "Ow! That... that feels... "

"I know," Mom said, almost scoldingly. "That's the sensitive part. It doesn't feel good, does it?"

I shook my head ferociously. She rubbed a soapy hand on the top of the purple helmet. It felt like the skin of my soul was being sliced off....but I also felt a raging, fiery pleasure that made my ears sing. I let out a pathetic, high-pitched yelp and tried to wiggle away. Her other hand firmly grabbed my leg and kept me from moving.

It felt like it lasted for hours, but in reality it must have been 4 seconds or less. Without ceremony, she released me without and rinsed her hands in the water. I bent over and grabbed the side of the tub, erection raging. The relief made my head swim.

"See? All done. Now you're actually clean." She looked at my erection and smiled. "Looks like this animal is working just fine, too!" She poked my cock playfully and it swayed back and forth, grotesquely, but somehow, it made the whole experience feel a bit more normal and I felt better.

She motioned for me to sit back down into the bath and as I did, she began rinsing me off. She was above me now, and my face was close to the warm, sweaty smell of her belly. Normally I didn't like that smell. Right now all I wanted to do was rub my face in it.

The erection didn't go down for the rest of the bath, and it didn't go down when the water was drained and Mom toweled me off. It jerked and bobbed unceremoniously as I brushed my teeth and mom toweled my hair. She didn't comment on it, and I wondered if this is just how getting older was: most things stayed the same except sometimes your penis changed shape and wouldn't go back for a while.

"Chocolate milk or hot chocolate?" Mom asked, already walking down the hallway as if we'd had the most normal bath in the world. Mom and I had a tradition ever since I could remember that after bath time I was allowed to sit in the living room in just my towel and drink either chocolate milk or hot chocolate, depending on if it was hot or cold outside. Usually mom drank with me and we'd watch something together, and by the time it was over I was so sleepy that it was easy for me to wander off to bed. We hadn't done it for a while so the question took me by surprise.

"Uh, chocolate milk," I stammered.

"You got it!" She was already in the kitchen.

Wordlessly, I wandered out the living room. My glass was on the coffee table and Star Wars was starting on the TV. I sat down, my penis still hard as a rock.

I heard Mom start the shower and it didn't stop for a long time, far longer than she usually took. When she finally came out in a robe, Star Wars was half over. She poured a glass of wine, sat down next to me and put her head on my shoulder.

"I love you," she said casually. Her hair was wet and it left a spot on my robe.

"I love you too."

Things felt normal again.