The Hug

"What's wrong?" mom asked, for the fifteenth time.
She asked because of the hug I gave her when I dropped by for our weekly mother-son day. Usually, we shared hearty hugs. I'd made today's hug quick and kept it loose. Mom knew why, but she wouldn't let it go until I admitted it. "I'm really horny, mom. Happy?"
"Horny for me?"
"Geez, mom, no!" How could she even think that? "In general. And I feel sensitive down there today."
"Run to the bathroom and take care of it really quickly."
"Mom!" I don't know what I expected her to say, but not that.
She set a mug of coffee down in front of me. "Honey, we're both adults here. If you have erection issues bad enough to keep you from hugging your mother, you obviously need some relief."
"It hasn't helped all week," I admitted.
"Would you like me to try?"
"Mother!" Had she just offered me a handjob? "What the hell."
"I just thought a different person's hand might provide the right relief," she explained. "We can go into a dark room, use a blanket, whatever you need."
"You really would?" I asked, flabbergasted.
"To help you. Sure," she said. "You'd get some relief, and I'd get a cheap thrill. Everybody wins."
It bothered me that part of my brain recognized the logic and considered her offer. "It would only help for about an hour," I told her.
"I don't want to spend the entire visit jacking you off," she said.
My jaw dropped a little at her choice of words. "I understand," I said, for lack of anything better. "Thanks for the offer, though."
"It's an open invitation, honey."
"So, I just ask, and you'll, uh, you know?"
"Stroke you off?" she said, eyebrows raised. "I'd prefer you didn't use me as a first option, but yes. Any time."
"But I'm your son," I argued.
"We're talking about a handjob, honey."
Part of me felt sick. But another part of me liked what she said. I had a hot mom. At fifty, she still sported firm breasts, a flat stomach, and a tight ass. She had a universally beautiful face and legs that seemed to go on forever. More than once, I'd wished we weren't related. "If I thought it would work, I'd let you."
"If you think of anything, let me know."
"You know we're talking about my sexual arousal and an erection I can't control, right?" I said.
"Of course."
"It's something only having sex will help," I said, hoping to shock her, too.
"That's a big step," she said. "But if it helped and you could handle it afterward, I'd say yes."
Wow! Had I walked into a nightmare or a dream? Çanakkale Escort My brain said one thing, my pants another. "Geez, mom. Make love together? Really?"
"Like I said, if you can handle it afterward, whatever it takes to help."
"I'd probably enjoy it too much and want more."
"We'd have to work around your father, but he plays golf or at least goes to the club most days. Otherwise, I'm ready most of the time."
"Lucky man."
"He could be," she said. "But once a month suits him well these days."
So, I had an always-on, undersexed mom. Sounds like we shared a problem. "And you're serious? About having sex with me?"
"Can you keep sex and the rest of our relationship separate?" she asked. "No suddenly wanting to date mommy, or move in together, or things like that?"
"I'd want it to be making love, not just screwing," I said.
"Of course, honey. If I just wanted sex with no connection, why would I open myself up to my son?" she asked. "I only want to squash any unrealistic expectations before they have a chance pop up."
"Yeah, I have no problem with that," I told her. "But even with a handjob, we're talking about incest."
"Again, we're both over eighteen, and don't plan to make any babies."
"How long have you thought about this?"
"A very long time," she admitted. "But this is the first time an excellent opportunity to offer has come up. Since you turned eighteen, anyway."
Wow. "You were attracted to me before then?"
"Would you have responded well before then?"
"I've masturbated to fantasies of you since I figured out how," I admitted. "So, yeah, probably."
"What about now?"
"I've masturbated to photos of you all week. It's why I couldn't hug you like normal. Visions of my fantasies filled my mind when I touched you."
"What photos?" I pulled them up on my phone and handed it to her. "The picnic at the lake last year? We need to make some better ones before you leave."
"Cool! A few nudes, I hope."
"We can take some together, if you don't mind wearing a mask."
"That sound so hot, mom. I never dreamed this would come true."
"Committing incest with your mother?" she said. "Me, either."
"Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"Absolutely, honey. I want to make sure you understand what we're about to do."
"You mean insert my bare penis into the vagina of the woman who gave birth to me? Slide it out and thrust it in over and over until I get so excited my prostate clenches and I orgasm, spurting my seed into the womb Çanakkale Escort Bayan that grew me? Wake up every morning knowing I shared the most intimate act two people can with my closest blood relative?"
She laughed. "Okay, smartass. Take off those clothes and let me see what I've gotten myself into."
I stripped and turned a slow three-sixty. "Still interested?"
"I've never had one so thick," mom said. She kneeled in front of me and wrapped her hand around my throbbing shaft. "Oh, honey, you feel ready to burst. If I get you off right now, can you get hard again?"
"Sure. But it'll take me a while when we make love."
"I think I can live with that," she said with a giggle.
I expected the handjob she offered earlier. Instead, she sucked my head into her mouth and bobbed up and down my shaft. Every time she reached the base, she sucked her way back to the top. It took all of about two minutes for the familiar tingle to spark to life under my balls. "Here I go, mom."
Mom pulled back until only my head remained in her mouth. She sucked with hard, rapid draws, dragging her tongue over the flap of skin under the head each time. The cum started from somewhere deep inside me, rocketed up my urethra, and exploded out of my cock. Mom not only swallowed each of the three thick spurts, she sucked me dry. My knees felt weak, but I managed to stay on my feet.
"So much, baby." Mom dragged her forearm over her lips. "I haven't had a cock explode in my mouth like that in a long time."
"Your turn to strip," I said when I caught my breath. "Show me what I'm about to get into."
"Hope you don't mind a little hair." Mom pulled her shorts down, revealing a neat triangle of hair, and stepped out of them. She pulled her shirt over her head and removed her bra, freeing a firm pair of cantaloupe-sized breasts. Nipples the size of quarters with hard little buds capped the magnificent globes.
I kneeled and inhaled her musk. She had a hybrid pussy, inner lips clearly visible between the mounds of her chubby labia. I kissed them, tasting her glorious wetness.
"Oh," she moaned.
Mom's pussy felt wetter and tasted better than any other in my experience. I spread her just a little with my thumbs and flickered my tongue over her clit until she grabbed my head and shoved herself into my face. I covered her entire pussy with my mouth and sucked hard.
"Uuuuuhhh!" Her moan echoed through the kitchen, and she rewarded me with a gush of slimy mom cum. Following her example, I swallowed it all.
"Wow, Escort Çanakkale mom, trying to drown me?" She giggled and pulled me up with her fingers under my jaw. We kissed. "I hope you gush like that every time."
"I'm not sure. Your father refuses to eat pussy," she said.
"We need to find out," I told her.
"Yes, we do. How long will it take you inside me?" she asked.
"At least fifteen minutes. Maybe ten, if I focus on finishing," I answered. "Do we have time?"
"I'm not trying to hurry you, honey. Just the opposite. I haven't orgasmed from someone else in twenty years," she explained. "I want another."
"Are you serious?
"Your father climbs on, spends maybe five minutes, and climbs off," she said. "I've tried masturbating as a close as possible if I knew he wanted sex. But he always cums too fast."
"I can go down on you some more, or use my fingers to get you close first."
"If you really last fifteen minutes, your beautiful cock will do fine." She took my hand and led me to my childhood bedroom.
"Oh, no!"
"What?"
"I need to buy condoms."
"Never mind that," mom said.
"Oh, good. You have some?"
"I still use birth control, honey. Just in case."
We climbed into my bed, and I mounted her. I lasted closer to twenty-five minutes. Mom climaxed twice. And I learned she got very vocal during sex. And loud when she orgasmed.
"Fuck mommy, baby. Fuck mommy hard," she said as her second climax approached. "Make mommy cum again, you beautiful child. Yes, yes, uh, uh, uh, aaaaaahhhhhhh!"
I pounded through her orgasm to the feel her fingertips digging into my shoulders and the symphony of her screams in my ears. After what felt like minutes, she relaxed and panted hot breath in my ear. "Mom!" I cried, unable to hold on any longer.
"Yes, baby. Cum for mommy. Fill my womb my, lover. I want it all."
Hot, sticky cum spurted from me with each flex of my cock. Three thick ropes of creamy essence, followed by slowing thrusts as the rest dribbled free.
"Yes, sweetie. Empty it all into mommy's pussy. Pump me until you fall out."
I obliged, finally collapsing onto her, drenched in sweat. "Wow, mom. Just wow."
She giggled. "Me, too, baby."
I rolled off, and we lay facing each other. "I never dreamed you got so loud."
"I never have before. A lot moaning and panting when I masturbate, but nothing close to the show you got," she said. "Did you like it?"
"Oh, yeah," I answered. "I hope you do that every time, too."
She smiled and gave me a peck on the lips. "That depends on you."
"Nah. I think we make a good team," I told her.
We cuddled tight, kissing and caressing in the afterglow of our incestuous coupling. Mom's stomach growled. "Let's clean up and go to lunch early," she said. "I want you to fuck me again before you leave."