When she ask me again. To satisfy her doubts, i didn't know what to says, so I just said, just trust me mom. And she said in return. I always do honey. I knew what I was doing was wrong. But honestly, at my age, any boy who isn't gay would have done the same thing—or at least wished to be in a situation like this. So I decided to take full advantage of it, without caring about what would happen afterward.
I pulled both hands back from near her pussy and placed them on her big, firm ass cheeks. The moment I saw my hands on them, I realized just how massive they were—each one large enough to fill both my palms. Something primal took over. I spread her ass cheeks apart and watched as warm oil dripped from her exposed pussy onto the floor. The sight was so intoxicating that for a second I completely forgot my mom was calling me.
"Aro… Sweetie, please get me free from here. I'm getting suffocated."
Her voice snapped me back to reality. I remembered her chronic back pain—the one she got after slipping in the bathroom. If I didn't get her out soon, it could get much worse. I didn't want to see her in pain. But I also didn't want to waste this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
I thought quickly and said, "Mom, can you give me a few more minutes? If I pull you out carelessly, your back might get worse."
She answered breathlessly, "I know, son… you always want what's best for me. Just do it quickly, please. If I stay under this damn bed any longer, I might faint."
She hadn't even finished speaking before I was already running to my room. "I'll be back in a second, Mom!"
I grabbed my phone and rushed back. "Mom, let me apply some more oil first, then I'll pull you out, okay?"
She let out a weak, muffled sound that resembled agreement.
I started recording a video, holding the phone in my left hand while using my right to spread more oil. I captured the best angles of her glistening ass cheeks. With my fingers, I gently spread them apart, zooming in on her perfectly shaved, swollen pussy lips. I had no intention of actually penetrating her—that would have been too obvious—but while focusing on the video, I got carried away.
Suddenly I realized one of my fingers had slipped inside her.
Terror shot through me. But Mom wasn't saying anything. I asked nervously, "Mom… do you feel something weird?"
"Hmm? What are you talking about, Aro?" she replied. "My lower body is completely numb. I can't feel anything except some normal tingling. Why are you asking, honey?"
"Nothing, Mom. Just checking how you're feeling. Hang in there. I'm almost ready to pull you out.
Knowing her lower body was numb gave me courage. A small, guilty smile crept onto my lips.
I slowly pulled out the single finger and replaced it with two. Thanks to the generous amount of oil, they slid in smoothly. When they were fully buried inside her, I didn't feel the usual squeezing I was used to from past girlfriends. Her inner walls weren't reacting at all.
Good, I thought. The numbness is real.
I stood up and sat on the bed directly above where she was trapped. My legs were spread wide. From this angle, I had a perfect view of her shining ass. I propped the phone against the mirror on the desk so it could record everything, then wrapped my left hand around my throbbing cock while keeping two fingers of my right hand deep inside her.
"Mom, now I'm going to move your hips up and down to loosen you. Take deep breaths. I'm starting now. Anything you want to say before I begin?"
"Please do whatever you can, my dear," she answered in a tired but clear voice. "I'm not feeling good at all. If I stay like this much longer, my upper body might go numb too… Are you listening, baby?"
"I got it, Mom. This is the last step. Just breathe."
I began moving my fingers slowly at first, building a gentle rhythm. Then I curled them like hooks and started shaking her ass up and down with more force. Her plump cheeks clapped together violently as I fingered her harder and harder.
In my mind, I kept thinking: I wish my dick was inside Mom's cunt right now, and she was bouncing on it like a bitch.
That's when I felt it—her pussy suddenly squeezed my fingers tightly.
She can feel it now.
But I had already gone too far to stop. I kept thrusting my fingers in and out, faster and rougher. Then I raised my left hand and brought it down hard on her right ass cheek with a loud slap!
The moment I spanked her, her pussy gushed around my fingers. I quickly pulled them out, put them in my mouth, and slapped her left cheek even harder with my right hand.
That was all it took.
Mom's hips started moving violently on their own. A powerful stream of pee shot out, splashing onto the floor and spreading everywhere. Then came her orgasm—unlike anything I had ever seen. She came like a flood, squirting and gushing all over the floor, mixing with her piss. Her whole body shook uncontrollably.
"Hmmmmm… Aro… sorry, sweetie…" she moaned weakly.
I sat frozen on the bed, mouth wide open, watching my own mother cum like a whore in heat. I had never seen any woman release like this. It was overwhelming.
Finally, her lower body collapsed onto the floor. She went completely still.
I snapped back to reality. "Mom… look, you're free now. How does it feel?"
No answer. She didn't move an inch. Her pussy was still twitching, leaking the last drops of her massive orgasm onto the floor.
I quickly pulled my pants up, leaned down, and saw she had passed out. In her right hand, she was clutching an old childhood photo of us. In the picture, I was pointing a toy gun at her with a serious face while she played along, hands up like a criminal surrendering. The memory hit me like a truck. Tears welled up in my eyes.
I carefully pulled her out from under the bed, laid her down gently, cleaned her lower body, and put her panties and gown back in place.
Then I called our neighbor Nensi—Mom's best friend and a former nurse.
Nensi arrived quickly and checked on Mom. After a few minutes she whispered, "Aro, your mom is completely fine. She probably just blacked out from being stuck in that tight, uncomfortable space for so long. Let her rest. She'll wake up on her own. Don't worry too much, big boy."
She patted my shoulder and left, saying she had chores waiting.
Now I was alone again, sitting on the floor leaning against the wall beside Mom's bed. The guilt crashed over me like a tidal wave.
What a shitty son I am.
I had taken advantage of her when she was helpless. I had fingered her, spanked her, and made her cum while she was stuck and in pain. Even worse—I had felt her pussy squeeze my fingers. She had felt it toward the end.
I cried quietly, imagining the worst. What would she say when she woke up? Would she hate me? Would we ever be the same again? The shame was unbearable. Every worst-case scenario played in my head.
Meanwhile, in her dreams, Mom was in another world entirely…