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(All characters are 18 or older and creations of the author’s imagination.)
Mom never once caught me masturbating. But just now, she walked in on me blowing my best friend. I froze at the top of my oral stroke, staring at her with his head in my mouth.
She turned. “Put yourselves away, boys.” She stared into the hallway as we stood and put our pants on.
“Okay,” I said, once we had ourselves situated.
Mom faced us. Her face gave no clue as to what ran through her mind, but I knew we’d find out pretty quickly.
“I’m sorry!” Victor blurted before she could say anything.
“Relax. No one’s in trouble.”
“Are you going to tell my mom?” Victor asked, on the verge of crying.
“You’re both eighteen, and no one did anything wrong,” she said. “But I would like to talk to Stephen.”
“Okay, I’ll leave,” Victor said.
“You can come back later,” she said in a softer tone. “Stephen will call you.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Elson.” Victor grabbed his backpack and rushed out.
“Let’s sit on the bed,” mom told me. She shut and locked the bedroom door. “What you should have done, maybe?”
“Yeah, sorry, mom. I thought I did.”
“Well, first thing, honey, it’s okay that you’re gay.”
“Whoa! I’m not gay,” I said. “I mean, it doesn’t bother me, but I like girls.”
“But… what I just saw.”
“Just two best friends helping each other out,” I told her.
“So, you don’t find Victor sexually attractive?”
“Oh, hell no.” I laughed. “I just like a little help sometimes, and I know I can trust him. It’s all about getting off.”
“Oh. Well. I’ve heard of that. I just never thought much about it.”
“Sorry you found out about us. Especially this way.”
“It shocked me, but I would have felt the same way catching you in her with a girl,” mom said. “I just hope you boys play safely.”
“We’re both virgins and only help each other,” I admitted.
“Good,” she said. “I know you’re a little uncomfortable right now. I am, too. But I have a lot of questions.”
I had hoped the apology would end the conversation, but no such luck. I’d rather talk about anything else, but mom deserved answers after what she saw. “I’ll get over it.”
“How did it start?”
“During kartal escort the semester.” Victor and I had chosen the same college and managed to score a dorm as roommates. “We heard each other masturbating a couple of times and started talking about it. After that, things just sort of happened.”
Mom nodded. “I can understand that, I guess. And even the touching. But oral sex?”
“Bored and lonely on a Saturday night.”
“Just like that?”
“It took a while. But once I built up the nerve to put my lips on it, it was nice,” I said. “And we had all the lights off and the covers over our heads.”
“And you like it now?”
“Yeah. Victor has a cool penis,” I said. “Like a hot dog. A little thicker, of course, but not much.”
“And you don’t mind when he, uh, you know, in your mouth?”
“I love the feeling of it spurting in my mouth,” I admitted. “And the feel of it sliding down my throat.”
“Like mother, like son.” Her cheeks reddened at the blurted admission. “What else do you do?”
I knew exactly what she meant. That made my face heat. “Just hands and mouths. Sometimes one at a time, sometimes mutual.”
“So, when I walked in…”
“We’d just started. You ruined it,” I joked, trying to lighten the mood.
“Sorry, not sorry.” She said it in a teasing tone, but looked relieved.
“Sorry again for forgetting to lock the door.”
“It’s okay, honey. But let me ask one more question. Would you do it if you had a girlfriend?”
“Maybe to help Victor, if he didn’t,” I said. “But I hope I won’t need to when that happens.”
“Okay. Just fishing about the whole gay thing,” mom said. “I don’t want you to be one of those people who feels like he has to deny who he is. Except to your father, maybe.” She winked.
I chuckled. “I promise to tell you if anything changes.”
“Thank you, baby,” she said. “Just double check the locks from now. And stay safe. If Victor sees someone else, you need to use protection. And the other way around, for that matter.”
“Message received,” I said, ready to change the subject.
“If you need any advice on picking up girls, I can help.”
Oh, sheesh. “I’ll figure kastamonu escort it out,” I said.
“Hey, your old mom might know some things that surprise you.”
I didn’t doubt it. At forty-one, mom still turned heads of all ages. And the noises my father made when they obviously had sex spoke volumes about other things. But it all seemed a little much right now. “Can we leave it for now? I feel a little overloaded.”
“Okay, baby. Just know I’m her for you.” She kissed me on the cheek and left my room.
That turned out okay. Overall. Mom hadn’t really asked that many questions, considering she found her son in his room on his knees with another dude’s dick in his mouth. This could have taken an entirely different direction.
My phone buzzed. I looked at the screen, expecting a message from Victor, but found one from my mom instead. I opened it, and my jaw dropped. A picture of a naked woman filled my screen, showing her body from chin to almost mid-thigh. A super-hot woman.
Breasts the size of ripe peaches sat firmly over a soft, but firm belly. A nice S curved from the sides of her ribcage, past her waist and hips, and into the most gorgeous thighs I’d ever seen. A neatly trimmed triangle of dark blonde pubic hair curved into the bottom of the V between her legs. Underneath the picture, it said, “Thought you might enjoy this.”
Another message came in on top of it. “DO NOT SHARE! Period!!!”
“Of course,” I sent back.
Wow! My mom just sent me a full-frontal pic, and she looked better than anything I’d ever seen. Web, magazines, it didn’t matter. I couldn’t believe a woman her age sported a body like that. Her face always looked easily five or six years younger than her actual age. And the few girls my age I knew would kill for a body like hers.
A light knock sounded at my door. What now? “Come in.”
Mom stepped into the room. She closed the door behind her and locked it. “Pull your pants down,” she said.
“Excuse me?” I asked, shocked.
“Pull your pants down,” she repeated. “I want to make up for interrupting you earlier.”
“You don’t have to,” I said, automatic politeness spilling from my lips.
“I want to,” she said, moving kayaşehir escort in close. She unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped the fly, and slid my pants and underwear down to my ankles. My cock bounced free. “Let me show you how this should feel.”
Mom rested her finger under my balls. She tickled my sack, making my cock bounce with lust. Precum oozed up from the slit and ran down my shaft. “There’s momma’s big boy,” she cooed.
She ran the underside of her index finger to the top of my shaft and kissed the underside of my tip. I shuddered. “Uuuh…”
“Relax for me, baby.” She opened her mouth wide and lowered her lips to my belly and scrotum. Slowly, slowly, she closed her mouth, giving me a chance to get used to the feeling. When she started bobbing, it took everything I had not to cum. It only took a couple of minutes for me to lose control.
“Fuck, mom, I’m gonna cum,” I warned her.
“Un-huh,” she choked out in muffled response.
The pressure of the load rocketing up my urethra felt like too much for it to handle. Then it exploded from my head, a thick rope of semen streaming from my slit. I counted three big spurts before losing count of the lessening spurts and dribbles.
Mom sucked me soft before releasing me from her tender oral embrace. She’d swallowed most of my seed. I had felt it happening. But at some point, she allowed a slimy sheet of me to flow over her chin and down her neck. It qualified as one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen.
She took the hem of my shirt and wiped her chin and neck. “Better than Victor?”
“Better than anything I ever imagined,” I told her.
“That should motivate you to get a girlfriend.”
“Or never leave home.”
She giggled girlishly. “Think so?”
“Mom, you’ve always appealed to me,” I admitted. “But after that, I may worship you.”
“You may want to wait on that count,” she said.
“Why?”
“Tomorrow, after your dad goes to work and your sister to her cheer clinic, I think I’ll make you a man.”
“No way!” I said, eager to lose my virginity to my mother. I’d fantasized about it since I started getting erections, but never figured it could happen.
“Way,” she said. “But you have to take this secret to the grave. We could get in a lot of trouble.”
“I promise,” I told her, loyal long before this.
She stood and kissed me. “Good. Now pull your pants up and be a good boy. Mommy needs to go wash her face.”
She swatted my bare rear and left me alone to think about today and dream about tomorrow.