Stories 18+ Mother helps her son anal orgasm

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Stories 18+ Mother helps her son anal orgasm
My mom is 32, and she has raised me on her own for all eighteen years of my life. Because she looks so young, we get mistaken for a couple when we go out. I'm not going to lie, if I had a girlfriend that was as hot as my mom, I would be pretty happy about it. I'm right around six feet tall and she is only a few inches shorter than me. She has long black hair, green eyes, and her smile lights up the room. 
She keeps her figure tight doing yoga on a daily basis. It doesn't surprise me to see men swoon after her. A month or so ago, I was on my way home from basketball practice and I had to use the bathroom so badly that I was about to piss myself. I ran into the house and dropped my stuff by the door. I'm not even sure I closed the door all the way. I burst into the bathroom already unzipping my pants and was just about to pull out my cock when I saw my mom standing in the shower with her leg propped up on the edge of the tub toweling off. My eyes immediately scanned up and down her wet body. Drops of water ran down her perfect tits and flat tummy. The moment passed quickly as she yanked the towel up to cover her body and I turned and shut the door behind me. My gaze had not lingered so long as to seem awkward, but it had been long enough for me to get a full view of everything. I yelled an apology through the door and waited impatiently for her to come out so I could pee. Mom came out in her robe and that was that. She didn't even say anything to me about what had happened. 

That night I couldn't get the image of my mom's dripping wet, naked body out of my head. My mind even wandered toward imagining her playing with her bald pussy. My cock hardened at the thought of her squeezing her tit with one hand and finger fucking herself with the other. I began jerking off as I imagined what she would sound like as she got closer and closer to climax. I blew my load very quickly. 

Before that night, I never really looked at my mom as a sexual being. I can't tell you the number of times I have seen my mom in yoga pants with her ass in the air or her top only covered by a sports bra. I have been to the beach and the pool where all she wore was a small bikini. Not once, in all of my years, did I ever look at her and think about tearing her clothes off and ravaging her body. I've had friends tell me that they want to bang my mom, but I never saw her that way. She had always just been Mom. 

After that night, I couldn't see her in any other way. The next day, I walked into the kitchen and she was bent over picking something up off the floor. Her small cotton shorts were stretched across her tight ass. I felt my dick stirring in my pants. I couldn't take my eyes off of it until she stood up and turned around. At that point, my eyes went straight to her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were poking through her white spaghetti strap tank. This was normal morning attire for her, but I had never even noticed how provocative it was. I shook it off and forced myself to go on about my day. 

Over the next week I was doing everything I could to avoid looking at my mom. Even when she was wearing normal clothes, all I wanted was for them to be crumpled up on the floor at the foot of the bed while I railed her. It got to the point where she started to notice. She sat me down and tried to talk to me about why I was acting strange, but I just lied and told her I hadn't been feeling well. She didn't press the issue because she could tell I didn't want to talk about it. 

About two weeks after I burst into the bathroom, in a pretty important game, I was knocked out of the air when I was going for a big dunk. I came down hard on my hands and broke both of my wrists. We rushed to the hospital. When all was said and done, I had to have casts put on both hands, and it could take anywhere from eight weeks to six months to heal. I found out later that we won the game, but I was going to be done for the season. It was pretty devastating. 

Because of the pain and mediation, I stayed home from school for a that first week. With my hands wrapped up, it was extremely difficult to shower, so for the first couple of days, I just didn't. By the third day, I couldn't stand the smell any more, so I wrapped my hands in grocery bags and got into the shower. I did everything I could to hold the soap in my fingers through the bags, but I just couldn't effectively clean myself. 

"Mom," I called out, "can you come here?" A moment later she poker her head into the bathroom and I poked my head out of the curtain. "I can't do this. I need your help."

"Sure thing,babe" she replied. Wearing a black and pink sports bra and matching yoga pants my mom walked into the bathroom and pulled back the curtain. Instinctually, I covered my crotch with my bag covered hands. She grabbed the soap and began lathering up all over my body. 

"Umm...do you want me to get your...?" she asked pointing at my junk. I could tell there was a little trepidation in her voice. It seemed like she was worried about how uncomfortable I might be. I thought for a moment. It wasn't strange to have her clean my cock and balls. She did it all the time when I was a child. It would only be awkward If I made it that way. I wordlessly nodded and moved my hand. My six inch flaccid dick and balls hung there beneath a neatly trimmed patch of black hair. 

I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything I could other than the soft hands fondling and soaping my shaft and sack. I grew about an inch in her hand as she worked the soap into my skin. I felt my shaft hardening more just as she stopped. Finished with the soap, she washed my hair. Once I was all rinsed off, she helped me get dry and left me to get dressed on my own.

We did this daily for about two weeks. After a couple of days of getting her clothes and the floor all wet, Mom started wearing her bikini in the shower with me. She was making it extremely difficult to stay flaccid. Everyday, we would get in the shower and she would lather me up from head to toe. 

At the end of that second week, things got really interesting. We were in the shower and she was soaping my sack. I'm not sure what happened, but I got fully erect almost instantly, and I recoiled at her touch. I felt a soreness in my balls that I hadn't experienced before. Then, it hit me. I had not masterbated in almost a month. My mom's face shone her concern.

"Oh shit, sweetie," she said," are you okay?"

"I'm just a little sore down there." Then, she looked down at my engorged rod and realised what I meant. 

"Um...I...I'm not sure that can be fixed, babe," she said with a smile and a chuckle. 

"Its nice to know that you find humor in my plight," I said sarcastically. 

"I'm sorry," she said trying to quell her giggles. Once composed, Mom looked blankly at the wall as if trying to contemplate a solution. "Okay, so here's the deal." she began. "Look right here," she pointed to the wall. "I'm going to do the same. I will release the pressure you are feeling, but don't look at me. This is weird enough as it is." I silently agreed to her conditions with a nod. 

Mom reached behind me and grabbed her lotion off of the shower rack. She guided me forward out of the water and stood slightly to my side. After applying a decent amount of lotion to her right hand, we both stared at the back wall of the shower as she began to stroke my shaft. The combination of her soft hands and the slick lotion felt intense on my rock hard cock. She rubbed her thumb against the base of my cockhead on the underside of my dick for about fifteen seconds. I fired off one of the biggest blasts of semen I have ever seen. The first two spurts of cum hit the wall and the multiple subsequent shots came close. 

Her technique didn't give me time to even fantasize about her hand on my dick or the fact that my mom had given me an orgasm. I looked down at the wall where my jizz had begun to run down the wall and imagined what that would look like running down Mom's tits. I didn't linger on the thought long, because she guided me back toward the water and finished cleaning me. After I was dried off, I went to my room and she cleaned off the shower wall. 

That night, I rolled over when my door opened. My mom was silhouetted in the hall light. I could tell that she was wearing her short house robe and her long hair was pulled up into a messy bun on her head. She walked in and closed the door. With the door closed, the moonlight from my window made her features visible. She had a sly smile on her lips and a sultry look in her eyes. 

"I helped you relieve some pressure, now I need you to help me," she said as she untied the belt on her robe and flicked it back over her shoulders. As the silk fabric fell to the floor, I looked my naked mother up and down. Her perky medium sized tits were unlike any I had ever seen in person. Her narrow waist curved out into wide hips, and her bald pussy was flawless. 

"Mom, what are you doing." I finally asked trying to ignore the tent I was pitching with the sheet. 

Without another word my mom walked up to the bed and pulled back the covers and reached for my boxers. I lifted my ass off the bed as she pulled the cotton underwear down exposing my eight inch boner. With that, she climbed onto the bed and straddled my lap. Putting her hands on my abs, she propped herself up and began to grind her hips. The soft wet pussy lips slid up and down the underside of my cock as it laid flat on my pelvis. Each time she rocked back I could feel her quiver a little bit as her clit pressed down on my rod. 

I stared up at her perfect body as she continued to slip back and forth along my shaft. After a couple of minutes, she raised up enough that she could guide me into her. I had never felt anything as exquisite as her wet hole as she slowly lowered herself all the way down onto me. With my cock buried to the hilt in my mom's glorious snatch, she resumed her rocking motion. I could barely stand the experience. She began to moan as her body shuttered. 

"Oh yeah" she said, "give it to mommy." I began to thrust up with my hips whenever she rocked forward. 

"You like that?" I asked 

"Yeah," she replied, "fuck mommy, like that. You wanna make mommy cum?"

"Oh god yes," I replied. "I want to make you cum like you made me cum."

She began to bounce on my rod more vigorously. Her moans increased with every pass. She began to tremble more heavily and she cried out so loudly I was certain one of the neighbors would have heard it. 

She yelled out, "Fuck mommy" multiple times in rapid succession. The last time trailed off into a prolonged scream of ecstasy. I thrust up into her one last time and blew my load deep inside her. Mom collapsed forward onto me panting. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight to my chest. Our sweaty bodies pressed against one another. That was when I opened my eyes. I was lying on my belly in a puddle of my own semen...alone. 

The next morning was insanely awkward for me. I tried not to let Mom know, but I just couldn't act normal. In my head, I had fucked one of the most beautiful women in my life, but she didn't know about it. 

"Babe, is everything okay?" she asked, "Are you feeling weird about what happened last night?"

My eyes widened. The memories of the most amazing sex I had ever had rushed over me. Had that actually happened? Had she come into my room and fucked me silly then left. I mean it felt real, but when I woke up I woke up I had been alone so I knew it had been a dream. 

"I shouldn't have offered to help you out in the shower like I did." she said before I could dive any further down the rabbit hole. She was talking about jerking me off. "Things are gonna be weird between us now." 

"No," I cut her off. "I feel closer to you now than I did before, Mom," I said trying to reassure her. 

A worried look appeared on her face. She thought about the implications of my statement. She thought quietly for a moment and suddenly realized that the last few weeks she had seen me looking her over, but it had never registered in her mind that I was lusting after her. Her eyes widened and she immediately walked out of the kitchen and to her room closing the door behind her. 

About an hour later, she emerged from her room wearing her college hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. I think it was the most covered I have ever seen her outside of winter. Mom grabbed my hand and walked me over to the dining table. She pulled out a chair and sat down. She waited patiently for me to do the same. 

"We need to talk," she began, "about what you are feeling. When did you start looking at me like that?"

My mouth went dry. I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn't form the words. The only thing I could think to do was look down at the table. 

"No sir," she stated, "we have to live together, so we are gonna discuss this. I don't care how embarrassed you are."

"When I came into the bathroom that night you were getting out of the shower," I finally responded. "The way the water was dripping off you naked body was a really intense moment for me."

Mom took a deep breath and let out a short sigh. She put both elbows on the table and put her face in her hands. When she lifted her beautiful face from her contemplative pose, she nodded as if to say she understands the situation. 

"I know I'm a young," she finally started, "I know I am attractive, but you are my son. You need to keep that in your head." she paused briefly to look into my eyes. I think she wanted to see if I understood her. "You cannot lust after your me. It's unacceptable."

"Look, Mom, I know that," I began, "I have seen you walking around in some pretty revealing clothes my whole life and not once did I ever look at you as anything other than my mom, but when I saw you naked it flipped a switch in my primal brain that I can't flip back."

"Well," she said, "we have to find a way to get this out of your system."

"I have an idea," I said, "but I don't think you are gonna be okay with it."

Her baby blue eyes narrowed. She seemed to have an idea of what I was going to propose, and before I could even say anything she raised her index finger to me.

"No," she said, "do not even suggest it."

"Mom, you said it yourself," I plead, "I have to get it out of my system."

"I meant that you need to find a girlfriend or something," she told me, "I was not suggesting that."

"It'll just be the one time," I argued, "then I'll be able to move on."

She reluctantly said nothing. It was very obvious that she just wanted to say no again, but apparently my statement hit some kind of chord with her. 

"What if it has the opposite effect?" she asked, "Did you think of that? What if you just want more. That isn't healthy."

"Do you think it's healthy for me to think about you and masterbate, or dream about having sex with you and waking up in a pool of jizz?" I asked rhetorically. "'Cus I've done both of those things."

Her jaw dropped. I don't think she was expecting me to be so candid. She quickly covered her mouth and looked away. 

"Just have sex with me," I finally said the words she hadn't let me say earlier, "Do it because you love me and want to help me get over this wall that I've hit."

"Babe, I love you more than anything in this world," she said turning back to me, "but you are asking a lot from me."

I stood up and walked out of the kitchen. I was frustrated and embarrassed. I had just asked my mom to sleep with me, and I didn't know what to think of myself. I closed the door to my room pretty hard and sat down on my bed. Sitting there I thought about the conversation and how it could have gone differently. In another reality she would have said, "Sure thing let's do it now," and I would have been fucking her right then. I was lost in my feelings.

I don't know how long it had been when she knocked on my door. I didn't say anything so Mom just opened the door slowly. She walked over to the bed and sat down next to me. She leaned toward me and hugged me around my midsection. I put my arm around her shoulder and held her against my side. When I looked down at her face, she looked back up at me. I saw something in her eyes that I had never seen before. Mom stretched upward and closed her eyes just as our lips came together. 

Her right hand let go of her left and rose to my face where she held my jaw line as we passionately kissed. We fell backward onto the bed as we began to more heavily make out. As we kissed, she began running her hand along my chest. After several minutes went by, she pulled back and looked into my eyes. Her expression asked if this was what I really wanted without saying any words. I merely nodded. 

Mom rolled off the bed and rose to her feet before pulling the hoodie up and over her head. She was wearing her normal morning tank top with no bra. She took a deep breath and pushed her sweatpants to the floor. The sexy 32 year old stood before me wearing a white tank top and black panties. I had already started to stiffen just from making out with her. The sight of her in her underwear pushed me over the edge. I undid my pants and pushed them, along with my boxers, down my legs in one motion. My shirt joined the pile immediately after. She was clearly surprised by my enthusiasm, but didn't say anything. 

My mom took a deep breath and continued getting undressed. She pulled the tank off first then pushed her panties to the floor after. She looked down at my thick cock lying on my belly. She climbed onto the bed on her knees and grabbed my shaft at the base. With a quick look at me that said, "I can't believe I'm doing this," she slowly opened her mouth and lowered her head. 

Her luscious lips wrapped around my dick with an expertise, that I couldn't have imagined. I looked down at my lap and watched as my entire cock disappeared into her mouth. She sensually slipped up and down my cock. I reveled in the pleasure of my mom's wet lips gliding along my saliva coated rod. Just as I was about to reach a climax she stopped and crawled up toward my head. 

"If we are doing this we are going to do the whole thing," she whispered in my ear, "It's your turn." 

I wasn't exactly sure what she meant until she climbed all the way the head of the bed and swung her leg across my face. Sitting on her knees, she lowered her snatch down onto my mouth. I began to fervently lick at my mother's pussy. Mom rocked her hips on my tongue. Her slit was so dripping wet that her juices ran down my chin. My mother's moaning intensified with every passing moment. Until that moment, I had never eaten a girl out, so I wasn't entirely sure what I was doing. It must have been good enough, because she sure sounded like she enjoyed it. 

"Get behind me," she ordered through heavy breaths as she looked down at me between her legs. 

I scooted out from under her and sat up on my knees. With her hands on the wall Mom arched her back and wagged her bubble butt at me. It was easily the most inviting thing I have ever seen a woman do to me. I saddled up behind her. Without the use of my hand, I tried to press into her dripping cunt. After a few failed pokes, her nimble fingers appeared between her legs and guided me effortlessly into her waiting hole. The night I dreamt of her pussy wrapped around my cock did nothing to prepare me for how soft, slick, and amazing it felt to be inside the woman that birthed me. I did very little work as she bounced her ass back and forth against my pelvis. 

"Oh fuck," I said quietly as I exhaled. "I never imagined it would feel this good."

Mom didn't say anything, but she was making a lot of noise. I watched her bounce along my cock. The sound of her ass clapping against my pelvis was exhilarating. I looked up and saw her squeezing one of her tits. As she screamed in pleasure at the wall. I looked down at my hands and regretted that the one time I was going to fuck this woman, I didn't have the use of my hands. 

"Will you be on top?" I asked, "I need to see your face."

She pushed back into me one last time and stopped. Mom looked back over her shoulder. It was clear that she was hesitant to oblige, but the moment didn't last long. She gave a single silent nod and pulled off of me. I rolled down onto my back and she climbed on top of me. Just like in my dream, she grabbed my cock by the base and guided it into her. My eyes closed as she lowered herself to the bottom. She leaned forward and put her hands on the wall again. Her face was about a foot away from mine as she began to rock forward and backward on my rod once more. 

Our eyes locked as we fucked. Her tits swayed in my face with every thrust of my hips. I leaned forward into them and took a nipple in my mouth. Her head flipped back as the sensation washed over her. I let go and dropped back onto the pillow. My mom looked down at me and then moved in for a passionate kiss. Our lips locked as we continued to grind together in perfect rhythm. 

She pushed herself back up to a completely vertical position as she began to grind her hips and ass more vigorously on my crotch. 

"I'm gonna cum, Mom," I told her. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Not yet, sweetie," she said, "Mommy is almost there," she added breathlessly. Her screaming started to crescendo and her body began to vibrate. "Oh fuck!" she screamed. 

My cock erupted inside her as she screamed. She fell forward onto my chest as she lost control of her core. Her pussy walls clenched and released my shaft repeatedly as she trembled and shook uncontrollably. She caught her breath as the convulsions subsided. My sexy mother rolled off of me and then the bed. 

After she left the room I heard the shower come on. While she was in the shower I cleaned up the best I could and got dressed. When I finally made it to the kitchen she was making brunch in her normal morning clothes, short shorts and a tank top. I gave her a once over and smiled. My mom was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever slept with and I felt really great about it. She smiled her gorgeous smile, handed me a plate of food, and we sat down at the table to eat.
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