Chapter 1
This story begins with a boy. The boy in question, Alex, my son, was sitting at the dinner table with a plate of untouched food in front of him and a sullen look on his face. It was a look I had become familiar with over the past couple of weeks. It was evident that something was bothering the lad, but I was at a loss as to what it was.
Alex and I had always shared a close and affectionate relationship and he had always been comfortable discussing his problems with me, no matter how embarrassing. But this was different. This time I was left guessing and, taking into account that Alex was your typical sixteen-year-old boy, all angst and anxiety, the possibilities were endless.
My husband was a long-distance lorry driver, working away for the next two weeks. This left me home alone with Alex, so I made it my mission to get to the bottom of his anguish before his father returned home. I decided to leave no stone unturned in my quest for answers. I decided to snoop around on his laptop at the first opportunity. That should unearth a few answers.
*
It was later on that evening, whilst Alex was in the shower, when I snuck in to his room and explored his laptop. Firstly, I found a folder containing a vast array of porn videos. I learned my son had a blowjob fetish. There was well in excess of a hundred blowjob videos stored in the secret folder, most of which featured older women performing fellatio on teenage lads.
Next, and most shocking of all, I found some files within a folder entitled “favourites”. This contained a variety of mother-son sex videos. Initially, it was a shock to my system. However, as I began to watch the videos, I felt a strange stirring sensation deep within my loins. That the people in the videos were merely role-playing did not occur to me at the time. As I slipped a hand into my panties, the seeping arousal between my legs was a sure sign the mother-son porn videos were giving me great pleasure. However, my attention was soon turned as I unearthed another little secret Alex had been keeping from me. The problem that had been causing him so much concern in recent weeks: His foreskin was too tight.
*
I passed all of next morning drinking coffee, lazing around the house and researching my son’s penis problem. I browsed a few websites and found that the condition was called phimosis. Although a common problem amongst teenagers, it can nevertheless be very unpleasant. However, as long as the foreskin isn’t too restricting, I was pleased to learn that with daily care and attention, and the application of a special lubricant, the foreskin could be stretched accordingly.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to me: a friend of mine, Suzie Chalmers, once confided in me a few years back about a foreskin problem that her son was having. Immediately, I picked up my phone and called Suzie’s number to seek advice. After the usual pleasantries, the conversation really got going.
“Suzie, the reason I rang you is I’m looking for some advice. I remember you telling me a few years back that your son had a problem with his foreskin.”
Suzie knew what I meant straight away. “Oh, that’s right.”
“I think my Alex has the same problem. He’s been ever so down lately. And after snooping around on his laptop, I noticed he’s been looking up a condition called phimosis. What do you recommend?”
“Well, first off, you’re gonna have to examine his cock. Test his foreskin. Get him nice and stiff and roll that foreskin back and forth, see just how tight it is. If it’s not too restricting, you can cure it yourself.”
The notion of manipulating my son’s foreskin seemed absurd. But strangely enough, I felt a warm tingling sensation between my legs.
Suzie continued. “The first thing you have to remember is that what you’re about to do is frowned upon in society. It’s something only us mother’s understand. Every mother wants to look after her son’s willy, make sure it’s all happy and healthy under that little foreskin. We realise that our son’s health and well-being is far more important than people’s small-minded notions of what is right and wrong.”
“So you’re saying keep quiet about his treatment?”
“That’s right. The treatment you’re gonna have to administer to your son’s cock is a little controversial.”
“I’m all ears.”
“First, you’re gonna have to strip him butt naked. Any embarrassment between the two of you will have to be put aside. When I was treating my Bobby, he liked me to strip naked too. It lifted some of the tension in the room, made him feel more comfortable having us both completely naked.”
The idea of being naked with my son and us gawping at each other’s naked bodies was unthinkable. But it sent a bolt of sexual arousal right through me.
“First part of the treatment will be having him lie on his back in the empty bathtub with his legs spread wide open and his feet perched on either side of the tub. Once he’s comfortable, switch on the showerhead and direct it at his genitals. The spray of warm water will cause the skin to loosen, foreskin and scrotum, and make the treatment easier to administer.”
At this point I was disgusted with what Suzie was suggesting. But my pussy was moistening at the thought.
“The chances are, even after spraying him with water and seeing you naked, his cock will still be flaccid. The embarrassment will still be playing on his mind, keeping that cock from hardening. Now you’re gonna have to play with it till it gets nice and hard – and I mean fully erect. The important thing is, when he starts to relax and stiffen, hold the foreskin back tight. This way the foreskin will snag behind the rim of his cockhead once it’s erect, leaving his bellend fully exposed. My Bobby liked it when I held back his foreskin with two fingers and caressed his cockhead with the pad of my thumb. With my free hand I would play between his legs, fondling his testicles and giving them the occasional squeeze. That’d make him stiff every time – real quick too.”
My head was now a whirl with mixed emotions. On one hand, the notion of stimulating my son’s genitals to an erection sickened me. But on the other, my body was responding with sexual excitement.
“Now that exposed bellend is gonna need some lubrication. Squirt a nice big blob on his cockhead and use your hand to rub it in real good. Then start manipulating the foreskin – pinch it between thumb and forefinger and stretch it out. Then try getting it moving up and down the shaft with help from the lubrication.”
At this point, I was sprawled out on the living room floor, completely naked, one hand holding the phone to my ear, the other strumming my clitoris like a guitar string.
“Now he’s probably not masturbated for quite some time, so you’ll have to do that for him too. My Bobby’s foreskin was real stubborn at first, and it took a good few weeks before it got moving up and down over the cockhead. So in the meantime, I had him on the bed on all fours with his butt in the air. Then I’d milk him like a cow. One hand would be between his legs, tugging on his cock and balls, milking him like a cow. The forefinger of my other hand would be deep in his anus, right to the knuckle, tickling his prostrate. I assure you, within less than a minute, he’ll be quivering like a jelly and shooting cum all over the bed sheet and making a puddle.”
I suddenly found myself in a frenzy of sexual excitement. My mind was flooded with deviant thoughts. My emotions encompassed me, heightening my sexual arousal, pushing me towards climax. I hung up the phone and strummed myself to an almighty orgasm.
Even after giving myself the most wonderful orgasm imaginable, still those incestuous thoughts stimulated my arousal. My desires were easily overwhelming my inhibitions as I climbed the stairs to Alex’s bedroom. As far as I was concerned, I had more than enough reason to inspect Alex’s most intimate area. I was his mother for Christ’s sake.
As I eased open his bedroom door and ogled the pale flesh of his scrawny body, I knew this was an opportunity not to be missed. He was still fast asleep when I pulled back the bed sheets to expose his bottom half. He had on a pair of boxer shorts and I noticed the buttons were undone at the front, leaving an enticing and welcoming entrance hole in which to sink my fingers.
I reached into his underpants and let my eager fingers fish out his flaccid penis. It was gorgeous, so smooth and unblemished, soft and warm. I couldn’t take my eyes off it as my fingers casually fondled the chipolata. As I grasped the shaft between thumb and forefinger, I deftly rolled back the foreskin, exposing the purple tip to my leering eye. I felt pleased with what I saw since the foreskin felt quite loose. I then proceeded to slip the foreskin back and forth several times, exposing and covering the shinny head beneath in rapid succession, just to test for tightness.
I cannot find the words to describe the pleasure I felt as I casually handled my son’s willy, nor the fright I got when I looked up and realised he was wide awake and looking straight at me with a look of horror on his face.
“What are doing?” he snapped.
“Alex! You gave me quite a start.”
Alex jumped out of bed. “Were you playing with my privates?”
“Yes, but for good reason.”
“I knew you were. I was awake the whole time.”
“Look, Alex, I know about your foreskin problem. I was concerned for you. I just wanted to see how bad it was.”
“What? How do you know about my foreskin problem?”
“Never you mind how I know. It’s not important. Let’s not deviate from the matter at hand, which is you have a problem that requires immediate attention.”
Alex sighed loudly with a look of resignation on his face.
I continued, “Now, as far as I can see, you have two options. Option 1: We take you to the doctor, let him fiddle about with your willy before referring you off to hospital for surgery.”
Alex gasped with shock. “What sort of surgery?”
“Circumcision.”
“Oh no.”
“Option two: You let me, your ever supportive, caring, loving mother, pull down those underpants, assess the situation, and see if I can do something to loosen it myself.”
“But you’ll see me naked and touch my….”
“Yes. So what? We’re both adults, darling. Let’s try acting like it. And besides, judging by what I just observed, there doesn’t seem to be a major problem.”
“It’s worse when it’s stiff,” he replied meekly.
“Does it make it difficult to masturbate?”
After a moment’s hesitation, shyly and apprehensively, he replied, “Yes. I’ve not…you know…for at least a couple of weeks. The problem seems to have worsened of late. The foreskin gets really tight when I get a stiffy.”
“Well, maybe I could help you masturbate.”
He stared at me, slack-jawed and goggle-eyed. I don’t think he could quite comprehend what I’d just proposed.
“And if me seeing you naked bothers you,” I continued, “maybe you’d feel more comfortable if I remove some of my clothing, too.”
“Jesus!” he squeaked.
“Come on, sweetheart, drop those underpants and let me get a look at that dinky,” I demanded sternly. “I won’t take no for an answer.”
Then, much to my delight, Alex took a deep breath, closed his eyes, put his arms down by his sides, and said. “Go on then. But please be gentle.”
A rush of excitement hit me like a ton of bricks. My heart thumped a tattoo in my chest as I approached his young, fresh, heavenly body. The anticipation tore right through me and my legs quivered at the prospect of sexually stimulating my son’s genitals.
“Oh my God!” he gasped as I grasped his boxer shorts and whipped them down to his ankles with one swift tug, exposing a small, shrivelled penis surrounded by a tidy forest of hair.
As I dropped to my knees, Alex was acutely aware that my face was only inches away from the soft dinky dangling between his legs. Knowing he had a penchant for blowjobs, I had a sudden impulse to take it in my mouth and suck it hard and gobble his balls. However, I stifled the urge and raised my hand to touch it instead.
Nonchalantly, I cupped my hand under his scrotum and fondled his balls with gentle fingers. His ball sac immediately puckered tight and drew up towards his groin. I could feel his body tremble at the intimate contact as I smoothed my fingers around the wrinkly sac, stroking his plums with gentle caresses, tickling them with the tips of my fingers.
“Oh, Alex, this scrotum sac’s full to bursting,” I observed. “You weren’t kidding about not being able to masturbate. First and foremost, I think these testicles of yours need to be emptied.”
Taking hold of his flaccid penis with my free hand, I trapped the shaft of his cock between thumb and forefinger before pulling back the foreskin taut, until it would stretch no further, baring the shinny mushroom head beneath. I was not surprised to feel it pulse in response to my sensuous touch.
“Does that feel nice, baby?”
“Yeah,” he sighed blissfully.
My hand then moved steadily backwards and forwards, rolling the foreskin back and forth over the glans, until I felt his penis throb and begin to harden. Alex’s slim body shook and shivered with sexual arousal as my hands casually and elegantly stimulated him to a full erection. I made sure the foreskin was fully retracted and snagged behind the rim of the head before it reached its full eminence. Then I closed the palm of my free hand delicately around his testicles and squeezed his balls. I heard him gasp at the sweet sensation as I tugged and fiddled with his swollen ball bag. Within a minute he was as stiff as an iron rod with the helmet-head fully exposed.
“Now we’re talking,” I chirped. “Nice and stiff, just how we like it.” In a moment of excitement, I pinched his cock at the base and moved my fingers from side to side, making his stiff willy slap against his thighs, causing him to jump and judder as his cock slapped against his legs.
Satisfied that he was now fully erect, I stood up and put an arm around his shoulder so our bodies were touching and my soft breasts mashed against his face.
“I think we’d both feel more comfortable if I slipped off this blouse and bra. Wouldn’t you agree, darling?”
Before he could answer, I deliberately let the exposed bell-end of his penis graze against the material of my skirt.
“Argh,” he gasped, as his body juddered violently. “God damn, that part’s so sensitive!”
“Oh, babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise you were so sensitive,” I whispered in his ear.
“That’s a result of the glans being cooped up inside that nasty old foreskin for so long.
The purple head needs regular fresh air and stimulation in order for him to desensitise to contact.”
He looked up at me and smiled coyly, blushing bright red.
“Right, we have plenty to be getting on with. There’s no time like the present,” I said, unbuttoning my blouse then slipping it from my shoulders in one fluid movement to expose the soft mounds encased within my white lace bra.
Alex drew in a long, deep breath as I reached behind and, with one hand, unsnapped my bra and slipped the straps from my shoulders, baring my plump breasts to my son’s leering eyes.
“Wow! T-t-t-they’re incredible,” he stuttered nervously.
“They feel even better,” I said, sitting down on the edge of his bed and patting my lap. “Come on, don’t be shy. Let’s have you laying across my lap.”
As he lay back on my lap, I scooped him up like a baby, cradling him with his head in nook of my left arm.
He stared nervously at my breasts as they hung enticingly close to his face. Forcing his head to one side and coaxing his mouth on to my nipple, I said, “There, that should keep you occupied while I’m masturbating you.” Then, trailing my hand slowly down his body, I placed my outstretched hand on his stiff penis.
The foreskin was retracted and I felt his cock throb against my palm as I rubbed him intimately with my hand.
“And feel free to use your hands to fondle my free titty.” I grabbed his hand and directed it to my free breast.
As Alex suckled and fondled furiously at my tits, I grazed my thumb back and forth over the exposed head of his penis, making him shiver and shake, flooding his body with exotic sensations.
“Just relax,” I said reassuringly. “This is the best way to desensitise the glans penis.”
I smiled to myself as I moved my thumb to the underside of Alex’s bell-end, encircling the sensitive flesh with the pad of my thumb, caressing the banjo string.
He sighed deeply at the heavenly sensation I was eliciting.
I could see Alex was wrapped in an aura of sexual delight. His hand frantically mauled my breast, pinching it, pressing and pulling at the erect nipple, squeezing hard one moment, fondling tenderly the next.
I tightened my grip on his stiff penis, encasing it firmly in my palm before scoring my thumbnail over the tender opening of his helmet-head.
This time he cried out and his body shook uncontrollably. His hips bucked wildly in an attempt to escape the sensuous torment and I felt his teeth bite down on my stiff teat. I cried out with the exotic pain and immediately went back to gently gliding my thumb over the slippery head of his cock.
“Oh no, you’re gonna make me…”
I pinched the throbbing head firmly, making pre-cum ooze from its tip. My thumb and forefinger squeezed and released the mushroom head in short sharp bursts of pressure. I increased the pace and pressure, rapidly squeezing and releasing the sensitive rim faster and faster.
His whole body stiffened.
“Come on, Alex. Let’s empty those balls. I want to see a nice big come!” I snapped excitedly.
He screamed as his body locked into a paroxysm of exquisite sensation. I felt a deep, hard, throb pulse through his penis and I watched avidly as he teetered on the edge of climax. His cry of sexual delight was like music to my ears as my expert hand nonchalantly nudged him over the edge.
“Oh yeah, I’m gonna explode!” he groaned.
I watched as semen erupted from the tip of his penis and splashed his stomach, coating it with a thick rope of goo. I did not ease the pressure on his penis, nor did I ease the vigour with which I pinched the wet, slimy head of his cock. Wave after wave of sexual desire tore through me as I watch him ejaculate. Alex wriggled and writhed on my lap, his mouth wide open and gasping for air, his body locked in a paroxysm of delight. Spurt after spurt of semen jetted on to his tummy as he unloaded two weeks worth of spunk. He gasped and his body jolted with every squirt.
My hand movements slowed slightly to prolong his orgasm until he was spent. A puddle of white fluid formed on his body, trickling down his sides and onto my legs. Finally, after thirty seconds, his orgasm abated and his penis stopped ejaculating.
“There we go. I bet that feels better,” I sighed, squeezing his shaft to extract the last dregs of cum from his dwindling cock.
“Oh God,” he gasped, his breathing heavy and laboured. “That was fucking amazing!”
“Okay, baby. If you enjoyed that, you’ll love what I have planned for tomorrow,” I said, in a calm tone of voice as if nothing out the ordinary had happened. “Tomorrow, when you arrive home from school, strip off your clothes and join me upstairs in my bedroom.”
Still fondling my tit absentmindedly, he stared up at me, looking intrigued. “What are you going to do to me tomorrow?”
Looking down at his scrawny body, I scooped a blob of cum from his tummy onto the tip of my forefinger. “First, I’ll use some lubricant to alleviate the tightness of your foreskin.”
He nodded his approval.
My hand drifted down past his cock and balls, between his legs and found the cleft of his buttocks. “Then I’m going to give you a prostrate massage.”
“What’s that?”
To answer his question, I thrust my spunk-covered forefinger into his anus.
CHAPTER 2
The events of the previous day had been like a dream for me. It was unfathomable to even think I had stripped my teenage son’s clothes off, laid him across my lap and tossed him off while he sucked and played with my titties. I managed to convince myself that it was done as a necessity, rather than for pleasure. After all, Alex had a tight foreskin and I was merely helping him to ease the tightness while making sure his balls were emptied, as his tight foreskin had been causing him difficulty masturbating. It was a motherly duty I had played out, a duty any loving mother would have performed. It was certainly not done for means of pleasure.
But who was I trying to kid? I loved every minute of it, and so did Alex. Those events from the previous day had been replaying themselves in my mind all day. So much so that I had to leave work early. I was now sat at home, perusing the incest stories on Literotica, working myself up into a frenzy of sexual excitement. Every story I read made me recall the events from the previous day. I was reliving that moment over and over, feeling my pussy dripping with excitement. As a special treat to myself, I spread my legs wide and perched my feet upon my computer desk before delving into the soft peach slices of my pubic mound. Thoughts of ripping off Alex’s clothes and playing with his genitals dominated my mind that day as I strummed myself to ecstasy.
It was an hour later, while I was sat at my computer wearing just a bathrobe, when Alex returned home from school. I didn’t waste any time. As he stood at the kitchen sink pouring a glass of water, I snuck up behind him, reached around his waist and squeezed the bulge at his crotch. To Alex’s shock, I unfastened his belt and, without a moment’s hesitation, slipped my hand down the front of his trousers and into his sweaty underpants.
It was warm and moist inside his underpants. My hand was a little cold and I heard Alex gasp at the sudden contact. Alex blushed as I reached right down, my hand smoothing slowly down over his cock before cradling his dangling scrotum. I felt his body shiver as I moved the delicate balls around within the sack. The shock of my hand fondling his testies made his ball bag pucker up and go all tight and wrinkly.
“I think these plums need empting again, Alex,” I said in a serious tone.
I fondled his balls gently for a moment, tickling the tender testicles with the tips of my fingers, before taking hold of the shaft of his willy and gently easing back the foreskin. I heard him gasp as I held his cock with the foreskin held back tight, feeling it pulse as I moved my fingers from side to side to brush the exposed head of his of his flaccid penis against the material of his underwear.
He jumped and juddered, then sucked in through clenched teeth and said, “Argh, God damn, that’s so sensitive!”
“Oh, dear,” I said, recovering the helmet with the foreskin and releasing his penis. “It wasn’t that sensitive yesterday. What’s happened?”
“I think it’s a little sore.”
“Let me take a look.”
He closed his eyes and placed his hands upon his head as I knelt down before him and casually hooked my fingers in the waistband of his trousers and underpants before whipping them down to his ankles. Without a moment’s thought, I grasped his penis between thumb and forefinger and deftly drew back the foreskin along the shaft to reveal the shinny bellend for me to study. Upon examining him, I realised the mushroom head looked a little sore.
“I think you’ve got a little friction burn on your helmet,” I explained. “I have some special cream that will ease the soreness. I also have some lube that will help us get that foreskin moving back and forth when you get a hard-on.”
I took hold of his cock between thumb and forefinger and proceeded to pump my fingers up and down several times, rolling the foreskin back and forth, quickly bringing him to a semi erection.
“Ooh, be gentle!” he implored. “You know how tight the foreskin gets when I have a stiffy.”
“Come with me, Alex.” I said, gently tapping his swelling penis with the tips of my fingers. “Step off those trousers and underpants and join me upstairs. There’s plenty to be getting on with.”
Glancing behind me as we climbed the stairs, I smiled inwardly as his semi erect cock swung from side to side, slapping against his thighs as he walked. I still couldn’t believe how beautiful his penis was. So smooth and delicate, I’d never seen a willy so cute-looking.
As we reached the upstairs landing, I slipped the bathrobe from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor to expose my naked body to Alex’s widened eyes.
“Jesus! You’re naked,” he gasped, his eyes lighting up and his face blushing bright red.
“Yes,” I said casually as I gestured for him to enter the bathroom. “It’s just bare skin, darling. Let’s not get carried away. I’m not getting my clothes wet, just because you feel awkward.”
Alex sauntered past me and in to the bathroom, his face filled with both shock and embarrassment as his eyes fixed on my plump tits.
I was getting frustrated, eager to see him in all his naked glory. “Come on, let’s get a move on. Let’s have you naked and in that shower so I can wash your body and play with your willy.” I slapped him smartly upon his buttocks as he crossed my path.
“Fucking hell,” he giggled.
As he entered the bathroom, he stood patiently staring at my naked body for a moment, before I reminded him it was time to remove his clothes. Smiling sheepishly and biting into his bottom lip, he stripped off his socks and shirt. We stood silently for a moment, perfectly at ease, casually examining each other’s naked bodies. His eyes were drinking in the neatly groomed triangle between my legs. Mine travelled the length of his scrawny young body, noting every detail of his youthful skin before I gestured for him to follow me into the shower cubicle.
As the water gushed from the showerhead, Alex stood up straight, eyes closed and arms aloft, and let me go to work on his beautiful body. I knelt down and started at his shins and lathered him up to the tops of his thighs. His body trembled with the sensation of my soft hands gently soothing soap over his bare legs. His penis immediately erected fully and was standing straight out and upwards from his body, barely inches from my face. I stifled the urge to take his willy in my mouth and instead kissed it on the exposed bellend before standing up to soap over his chest.
I suddenly become aware of the sensitivity of his nipples as I rubbed my soapy fingers over them and began tweaking and caressing them sensuously on the pretence of washing his chest. The intimacy of my soft caressing hands washing under his arms and around his chest had him quivering from head to foot. The doe-eyed expression on his face as my playful fingers fondled his nipples was a sure sign he was in a state of sexual arousal.
“Okay, darling, turn round and bend over. I’m going to wash your bottom now. We’ll get that backside of yours nice and clean.”
Alex span around and bent over, resting his arms against the shower cubicle wall with his bare bottom raised in the air.
“Alex, darling, spread those legs apart and open your bum cheeks, there’s a good lad.”
He stared down at the tiled floor, his body trembling with anticipation as his hands reached behind and stretched apart his arse cheeks, revealing his tight little sphincter to my view.
He could not help but gasp with shock as my soapy hands rubbed his buttocks. He wriggled and sighed at the intimate contact as I slipped my soft, slippery hand between his parted cheeks and over his arse hole. My fingers reached right into the crevasse of his arse, making him jump and judder with delight as I vigorously slid my hand back and forth. His hips bucked wildly when I scored a fingernail over the tight rosebud of his sphincter before slipping the tip of my forefinger into his anus.
“That’s good, Alex. Now rest your arms against the cubicle wall and get those legs spread wider so I can get to work on your cock and balls.”
As he complied with my request, I snaked an arm around his waist and leaned over him and held him firmly with my hand flat against his stomach. My other hand reached down between his legs and I located his dangling genitals. He jumped like he’d received an electric shock as I took a firm grasp on his penis and stretched the foreskin back as far as it would go before massaging soap into his engorged cockhead.
“Oh, yeah, that feels nice,” he gasped and his hips jerked involuntarily at the sudden sensuous contact of my warm hand gently rubbing soap around the sensitive rim of his exposed helmet. He trembled and shook as I washed his penis thoroughly, before reaching for the loosened ball bag and gently tugging on his tender scrotum, then carefully rolling the soft balls between my nimble fingers, kneading and fiddling his testies.
Once again, my slender fingers moved and took a firm hold of the stiff rod and, upon noticing it had become nicely lubricated from the soap, proceeded to jerk the foreskin up and down the shaft of the penis in quick succession until he was squirming with delight.
“There we go,” I said excitedly. “That should loosen your foreskin a little.”
“It feels too nice,” he gasped. “You’re gonna make me…”
I suddenly felt his penis begin to throb uncontrollably and his body tremble at the exotic sensation as an impending orgasm surged through his young body. I took my hand away from his most intimate area, hoping I was not too late and Alex would not ejaculate. I didn’t want him to ejaculate – at least not yet.
He stood up straight and groaned with discontent as the orgasmic feeling in his loins subsided. I grabbed the showerhead and directed it at his genitals, dousing his cock and balls with the gushing water and rinsing the soap from his body. All the while Alex stared at my naked body and, without warning, his hands reached out for my breasts and squeezed. He kneaded them and drew out my long nipples from their dark surroundings, caressing them, each one in turn, pressing and pulling at my erect teats, flattening his hands to encompass every inch, squeezing hard one moment, fondling tenderly the next. I had driven my son into a sexual frenzy like nothing I’d ever seen before. The look in his eyes was almost wild. His hands were still fondling my breasts as we stepped out the shower.
I wasn’t surprised to see Alex stand with his back arched and feet astride and his hands on top of his head, almost begging me to rub the rough towel over his throbbing cock and plump bollocks. I fetched a towel before putting it to work on his body.
As I dried his chest, I made sure the bottom edge of the towel constantly grazed the sensitive tip of his member. Then I sank to my knees before taking hold of his penis and rubbing it dry. I repeated the procedure with his testicles and he grunted with pleasure as I rubbed the towel over his soft plums, the sudden movement making his aroused penis slap against his thighs and tummy. Dropping the towel, I deftly took a firm hold of his penis, leaned forward, slipped back the foreskin and kissed the swollen helmet head. He groaned as my mouth made contact and his seeping arousal coated my lips with slippery pre-cum.
“Please, put it in your mouth and suck it!” he implored.
I looked up at him, just before he grabbed the back of my head and thrust his rampant rod between my lips.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he repeated over and over again as I gently suckled the first drops of sticky fluid from its pulsating head. I grabbed hold of his hips as he lost control, thrusting himself into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat with every forward thrust. His fingers were digging into my scalp and he used my head for momentum, grabbing at my hair and choking me with his cock.
As he ejaculated in my mouth and I tasted my son’s salty, red-hot sperm, I smiled inwardly, happy in the knowledge that things were progressing quicker than I expected.
Tomorrow I may introduce him to the soft peach between my legs, or maybe give him a prostate massage, I thought with a smile.
*
When I woke up the following morning, I was shocked yet pleasantly surprised to feel someone beneath my bed sheet playing with my pussy. I felt tentative fingers probing my fuckhole, tugging my labia, twiddling my clit.
“Oh yeah,” I whispered with delight.
I pulled back the bed sheet slightly to find Alex between my legs, lying on his front with a look of concentration on his face. Such was his captivation with my pussy, he hadn’t even noticed I had woken up. I allowed him to indulge himself for a good 10 minutes before he got bored and lay down flat on top of me. I was still feigning sleep, my eyes closed and breathing deeply.
I felt the warmth radiating from his body and his erection mashed against my upper thigh. He turned his attention to my large breasts, mauling my tit flesh with his hands and sucking furiously at my rubbery teats. He was ravaging my tits like a madman, grunting and groaning and making sucking and slurping sounds.
After a few minutes, he repositioned himself between my legs so his stiff penis was mashed against my pubic mound. His hips began swaying and jerking, the tip of his cock prodding and probing and rubbing all over my mound and labia. My heart leapt in my chest when I realised he was trying to sink his cock into my soppy-wet cunt.
It went on for a good few minutes, him trying to stick his cock inside me. He grew frustrated and began grunting. Finally, I intervened and took hold of his member. I caressed the tip of his cock and was pleased to find that his foreskin was fully retracted and snagged behind the rim of the glans, leaving the sensitive mushroom head fully exposed. I smoothed my fingers around his bellend for few seconds, smearing his pre-cum around his helmet-head, getting it nice and slippery for its maiden voyage inside my wet and willing cunt.
Once satisfied that he was lubricated, I held his erection at the base between thumb and forefinger and flicked it up and down my pussy slit, grazing the head of his cock against the wet entrance of my pussy. His body bucked and quivered as I rubbed the head of his willy over my cunt. It was making him tingle all over and he was loving the exotic sensations I was eliciting from his body.
As I continued to tease the tip of his cock over my entrance, I reached over to my bedside table, to a tub of lube with the top off, and scooped a big blob of lube onto my forefinger. I reached down to his buttocks and used my lubed finger to tease his butthole. Aiming his cock level with my fuckhole, I slipped a finger between the crack of his bottom and thrust my finger straight up his anus. His body thrust forward with the shock of it and his cock rammed forward, burying deep inside my body.
“Come on, Alex, fuck me,” I whispered in his ear.
He pumped into me, fucking me deep and hard as though his life depended on it. My forefinger explored his arse before curling up against the prostate and massaging it with a firm motion. His body convulsed violently as if he’d received an electric shock; his mouth hung open as if gasping for air as his cock erupted inside my pussy. I felt the gooeyness build inside me as my son filled me with sticky cum.
When he was spent, he lay with his face buried in my tits. I stroked his back with my fingers, bestowing feathery light caresses over his skin. I whispered loving endearments in his ear, telling him how happy I was that he felt confident enough to join me in my bed and fuck me. I told him he could do it whenever he wanted, and could sleep in my bed every night if he liked. We agreed that he would concentrate more at school and leave the girls alone, and, in return, he could use my body to satisfy his sexual urges.
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I’ve kept up the foreskin stretching exercises and Alex’s foreskin moves up and down the shaft much easier now. We’ve also been fucking regularly for a few months now. We share the same bed every night when my husband’s working away. Even sometimes when I’m asleep, Alex will play with my pussy while rubbing his cock against my legs or back and spray a rope of cum over my body. I wake up some mornings in a real sticky mess. But I love it, and wouldn’t have it any other way.
You may think that the relationship I have with my son is a little unconventional or odd. Well think again. Mother’s are doing these things with their son’s all over the world. It’s been going on in some Asian countries for generations. It’s prevalent worldwide, mothers giving their teenage boys full body massages to calm them down, relieve tension, help them nod off at night. And then there’s cases of mothers who gratify their sons’ sexual urges to stop them going out and meeting dirty girls and lazing around their bedrooms masturbating to porn, when they should be studying for exams.
We as mothers have a responsibility to equip our boys with the necessary tools to achieve and succeed in life. How can we expect our sons to learn and sit exams when all they can think about is sex? Alex is much happier now. Plus he has excelled at school and he says he doesn’t want a girlfriend. So I expect he’ll be living with me for quite some time. But when he does find a lady and moves out, I am now satisfied that I can pass my boy on with a mother’s pride, happy in the knowledge that I’m sending him out into the world fecund, potent and good at sex.
The end
