I was too sick to go to school. Honestly, I hadn't been to class in weeks. I'd basically given up on college at that point--but my mom didn't know that. Usually, I'd leave the house to make it look like I was going to school. But that day, I stayed in bed. My mom had taken the day off to look after me. I had some textbooks and notepads scattered about to make it look like I was studying. What I was actually studying was some porn on my phone: a video called "Mommy's Good Boy." The milf was smoking hot. She had reddish-blonde hair like my mom, but her tits were way bigger. She'd taken off her bra and was playing with them, squeezing them and teasing her nippes.
"Oops," she said to the camera. "Did mommy's bra fall off? Are mommy's tits making you hard down there?"
Damn straight. I was pitching a tent beneath the sheet. There was a wet spot where the precum had leaked out. I reached beneath the sheet and rubbed the sticky fluid down my shaft. My cock twitched. I gave it a few short strokes. My balls tightened. I was already close. This mommy stuff really got me worked up. I pulled my hand away so I could make it to the end of the video. I'd seen this one before. Towards the end, the mommy character would beg me to cum for her. And I'd be happy to oblige.
She was rubbing oil onto her tits, saying "It's okay, honey, you can touch yourself if you want. It's perfectly natural."
How could I refuse? I reached beneath the sheet and grabbed myself again. My cock spasmed in my hand. I didn't dare stroke it. Just holding it was almost enough to make me explode.
My door opened. I pulled my hand out from under the sheet and set my phone face-down onto the bed. My mom came over and sat on the bed next to me.
"How are you feeling, honey?"
"Okay."
She placed a hand on my forehead.
"You're warm."
She moved her hand to my chest. I wasn't wearing a shirt, just a pair of tighty whities that were currently pulled down around my thighs beneath the sheet. She began rubbing my chest. My cock jumped, but she didn't seem to notice. The video was still playing. In my earbud, the milf was talking dirty to me. It was incredibly erotic to hear as my own mother caressed by bare skin. I felt myself flush. My mom stopped rubbing.
"Oh, honey, you're burning up!"
"Oh, honey, you're so big down there!"
My mind labored to distinguish my mom's words from those of the milf in the video. It was too much to handle. I took my earbud out of my ear, careful to cover the little speaker with my finger so the audio didn't bleed out. I guess the way I was touching the earbud caused it to unpair from my phone, because suddenly my phone's speaker was blaring out "Yes, baby, stroke that big cock for mommy!" I scrambled to pause the video.
"She's pretty," my mom said.
Her cheeks were red but, god bless her, she was trying to play it cool.
"Um," I stammered, "I guess."
"I'm sorry," my mom said. "I didn't realize I was interrupting. I'll give you some privacy."
"No," I blurted out before I realized what I was saying. "It's okay. You can stay."
I guess I wanted to see where things would go. She'd helped me get off once before, and to be honest, it was the best orgasm I'd ever had. But we never spoke about it afterward, and nothing similar ever happened again--much to my dismay. For a while afterward, I'd tried to get caught jerking off so she could finish me off, but it never worked. So, I gave up and just accepted it as a one-time thing. But now here she was. And here I was. And right there under the sheet was my rock hard cock, ready to pop at the slightest touch. And her hands were so soft and warm. I couldn't just let her walk away.
She sat back down.
"How's school?" she asked.
She began rubbing my chest again, making slow, gentle circles. It felt wonderful. It made my cock throb. I made an mmmmmm noise to encourage her.
"Honey?"
"Huh?"
"How's school going?"
Ug. It was the very last thing I wanted to talk about. I wished she'd talk dirty to me instead.
"Good," I said. "Really good."
She hadn't gotten dressed yet. She was wearing a satin nightie. Dark blue, with cream colored lace and spaghetti straps. I wished it showed more cleavage. On the bright side, it was very short. Her thighs were showing. The skin was pale and perfectly smooth.
"Are you making friends?"
"Sure, mom."
I wondered if she was wearing panties. I tried to look up her nightie, but I couldn't tell.
"Have you met any girls?"
The circles were becoming wider. She was rubbing my chest and stomach, now. Each time her hand approached the bedsheet at my waist, my cock jumped in anticipation. She didn't seem to notice.
"Mom, I don't really want to talk about it."
My voice sounded more cross than I'd intended.
"Sorry, honey."
Her fingertips brushed over one of my nipples, which sent a shiver of delight through my body.
She said, "What would you like to talk about then?"
"I don't want to talk, mom! I just want to..."
Hmm... I couldn't exactly say what I really wanted. An awkward moment passed.
Finally, my mom said, "Did you want to..." she glanced down at my erection. She swallowed, then said "...finish?"
So she had noticed.
I nodded eagerly. She got up to close the door, then came back to the bed. She began rubbing my chest again, a little slower this time, making broad circles from my collar bones to my stomach, then tracing her way up and down the middle. Each time her hand went below my navel, my cock jumped in anticipation. I let out a little gasp to tell her she was on the right track. But her hand kept returning to my chest.
So, I thought, she's going to tease me. Nothing wrong with that. Good things came to those who waited. But I soon tired of waiting. She rubbed my chest for a full minute without touching me down there. I began thrusting my hips toward her hand, but she didn't take the bait. If she was teasing me, she was taking it too far.
Finally, she said, "Go ahead. You'll feel better after."
She expected me to do it, I realized. My heart sank, but I was also super horny, so I slid my hand beneath the sheet. Better than doing it alone, I figured. I grabbed my cock and slid my hand down the slick shaft. My balls tightened. Fuuuck. I wasn't going to last long. I knew it was going to feel amazing with my mom rubbing my chest. Yet, I was a bit resentful about having to do it myself. I decided to stall. Maybe I could still get her to lend a hand...
To buy some time, I held my fingers away from my cock, making it looks like I was jerking beneath the sheet without actually stroking myself. Even that was hard to control. A finger or thumb kept accidently caressing my sensitive cock, bringing me ever closer to orgasm. Even the weight of the sheet against my sticky, sensitive head was intensely pleasurable.
My mom's hand was slowly moving down my stomach. She traced a finger around my belly button, then ran it along my happy trail. My balls released a load of cum into my shaft. I had to pull my hand away to stop myself from releasing. My cock twitched up and down, creating a delightful friction against the sheet. I wasn't sure I could hold back any longer. I moaned loudly.
"Shhh," my mom whispered. "I'm not sure if Jenny's home."
I tried not to moan, but my breath was heavy, almost gasping.
"Are you close?" my mom asked.
I nodded. My mom pulled downward on the sheet. It slid across my slippery cock. Fuuuck... It was bringing me to the edge, inch my inch. Here it comes. My cock sprang out from the sheet. It was a deep red, absolutely engorged, coated in a layer of precum from the tip to the base. It trembled, begging to be touched. Maybe it was the sudden draft of fresh air, of maybe it was the vulnerability of having my mom see my naked erection, but I was somehow able to hold back my orgasm.
But it wouldn't take much to spill me over the edge. I was soooo fucking close. How could she let me do it myself, when it would be so easy to do it for me? It would be over instantly.
"Go ahead," she said. She was rubbing my chest again, but now she was staring intently at my pathetic, trembling cock. "Finish up. You need some rest."
I refused. In an act of desperation, I grabbed her hand and pushed it toward my cock. She resisted, moving it to my thigh. Inches away, my cock bounced hungrily.
"You should do it," she whispered. "It's not right for me to do it."
I refused.
"Go ahead," she coaxed. "You'll feel much better."
I refused.
"Please," she whispered. "You'll feel so much better. Then you can get some rest."
I didn't move. I was resolute. She wore a piteous look. Or was it guilt? I hoped either emotion would convince her to touch me, but she didn't. Instead of grabbing my aching cock, she picked up my phone.
"Maybe this will help."
She played the video, lowering the volume a bit.
"Yes!" the milf in the video was saying. "You like that? You like mommy's big tits? Are mommy's big tits going to make you cum?"
She paused the video. She bit her lip, apparently considering her options.
"Do you..." She hesitated. "Should I..." She searched for the words. "I can... take my top off?"
I nodded eagerly. Instead of taking it off, she slid the straps off her shoulders and shimmied the nightie down so her breast sprung free. Fuck. She was incredibly sexy. Her medium-sized breasts were pale and perfectly round, with little pointy pink nipples that angled slightly upwards. My cock couldn't take it anymore.
"Uuuuuuhhhhh," I moaned.
She leaned forward and put her hand over my mouth to quiet me, which caused her other hand to shift toward my cock. Her fingertips rested on my tight balls.
"Uuuuuuuuhhhhhmmmmm!"
A jet of cum shot onto my chest. I moaned into my mom's hand, smelling her perfume and drinking in the sight of her perfect tits. Still, I refused to jerk off. I wasn't sure if I was coming all the way, or if that first shot was just a premature rope. Sometimes, I could shoot a few off like that before the real orgasm came.
My mom was staring open mouthed at my cock, a lewd look of lust smeared across her face. I noticed she was wiggling on the bed, subtly rubbing her thighs together. She tickled my balls with her fingernails, scratching softly. I moaned into her hand as another jet of cum shot onto my stomach, then another. She was breathing heavily. Her movements were less subtle now. She was rocking back and forth, thrusting her hips back and forth. My cock was twitching uncontrollably, but it didn't feel like I was having an orgasm, just releasing a few premature shots. My mom was transfixed by it, as if that horny cock and her swollen clit were the only two things in the universe. Still, I refused to jerk it. I was sure I could still cum really hard if I could convince her to stroke me.
Taking a risk, I placed a hand on her thigh. She didn't protest. Instead, her legs opened a little. I moved my hand further up her thigh, and her legs opened a little more. She let out a cute little moan. I sat up. Her hand was still covering my mouth. I breathed in her perfume deeply. It was mingled with another scent, a scent that made my balls ache. I slid my hand inside her nightie until the edge of my hand was pressed against her sex. She let out a sharp gasp. She was even wetter and messier down there than I was. I wiggled my hand up and down, searching her eyes to make sure it was okay. She didn't meet my gaze. She was staring at my cock with a possessed look.
I rubbed the edge of my hand up and down against her pussy. She moaned softly, never taking her eyes off my cock, never taking her hand away from my mouth. She began humping against my hand, matching my rhythm, moving up and down against it. I could feel her swollen clit, and the mysterious opening below. It was the furthest I'd ever gone with a woman. Despite my inexperience, it seemed like I was doing a good job. I could tell she was approaching orgasm. Her breath came heavier and heavier. Her thrusts became more and more rapid. Her nipples were rock hard. Without thinking, I leaned forward and pressed my face into her tits. She moaned encouragingly. I found a nipple with my lips and took it into my mount, sucking and biting gently. She gasped sharply. Her body tensed. Her hand shot to my wrist. She pressed my hand hard against her pussy and humped against it, gasping and snarling like a feral animal.
My cock was so swollen, it was a little painful. I took her hand from my mouth and shoved it into my lap. Instinctively, her fingers wrapped around my cock and began stroking me. She rode out a long orgasm, gasping for air, trying to stay quiet, humping ferociously against my hand, stroking me off rapidly with her other hand. I sucked greedily on her breast, moaning into the soft, milky flesh. But the orgasm that had seemed so close a moment ago was now elusive. Her hand felt amazing against my cock, but I was almost too sensitive. Maybe I had already orgasmed after all?
Recovering from her own orgasm, she cradled me firmly against her breasts, running her fingers through my hair as I suckled her nipple. Her other hand glided expertly up and down my shaft.
"Cum for mommy," she whispered in my ear.
Oooooohhhhhhhh.
My cock felt red hot.
"Please," she whispered, "do it for mommy. Do it now."
Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh.
The burning sensation spread to my legs and stomach. The lower half of my body felt like it was on fire. Her wrist moved swiftly. Her fingers glided rapidly up and down my shaft, teasing my head on the up stroke and tapping my balls on the down stroke.
"Yes," she whispered. "Yes. Give it to mommy, my sweet boy. Give it to mommy."
AAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Somehow, my cock swelled even more. I felt like it was going to explode. Then it did.
Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
"Shhhhh. That's it honey. Give mommy all that cum. Good boy. Good boy."
My entire body tingled. I felt the orgasm everywhere. I moaned gratefully into her breasts as she milked out rope after rope of cum. I could feel my cock twitching and throbbing. My asshole contracted rhythmically. I must've released twenty shots or more. She kept stroking, rubbing my hair with her free hand and whispering into my ear.
"Good boy. Good boy."
She didn't stop stroking until my cock became too sensitive and I flinched, pulling her hand away. Her nightie was absolutely soaked with cum.
"Uh oh," she said. "I'd better get cleaned up."
She got up, pulled the nightie back into place, and left the room. There was an exchange between her and Jenny. It sounded argumentative, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. It didn't seem possible that mom could hide the mess on her nightie. Hopefully they were speaking through Jenny's bedroom door, or else mom had some serious explaining to do.
A few minutes later, she returned to my room wearing a bathrobe and carrying a towel. I laid back as she cleaned the sticky mess from my chest and stomach. The towel was damp with hot water. It felt wonderful. She wiped my thighs, then my pubic hair. Finally, she took my exhausted cock into her hand and wiped it gingerly with a corner of the towel. It was delightful. I felt myself swelling again. Could I possibly go another round?
"You're a naughty boy," she said with a wry smile. "You were supposed to do it yourself, but you outsmarted me. All that college must be doing you good."