My story of a relationship with my mom on a whole new, previously unthinkable level began last summer. To this day, I still don’t know what to call it… Love or madness. But I’ll tell you everything exactly as it happened, without any embellishments.

My name is David. Last summer I turned nineteen. My mom’s name is Emma; she’s forty-one now. Dad left us when we were living in Cleveland three years ago. He just packed his things and said, “I can’t do this anymore.” I don’t know what went wrong between them, but… it was just me and Mom left in our old three-room apartment.

At first, Mom took it really hard. I often heard her crying behind the wall, especially in the evenings when she was getting ready for bed. I didn’t know how to comfort her, because during the day she acted like nothing had happened. I couldn’t exactly burst into her bedroom during one of her breakdowns — I’d probably just get yelled at for invading her space. Mom worked as an accountant, came home late, and often looked exhausted. I think she deliberately exhausted herself just to stop thinking about the breakup with Dad.

Still, she was beautiful. Tall, with long dark hair that she usually tied back in a careless ponytail. I don’t know if it’s appropriate to describe my mom’s body in public, but… she has big breasts. Very big. I don’t know the exact measurement. My friend once saw her in a tight T-shirt last summer and said with admiration, “I bet she’s at least a double D.” I’m not sure what he meant exactly.

Her hips are soft but firm — I found that out by accident a little later, and I’ll tell you how. The years hadn’t ruined her; if anything, they had made her even more feminine. I tried not to pay attention to Mom’s curves.

I really tried.

Everything changed in June, when we started a major renovation in our apartment. Mom had saved up some money, and I think Dad helped a little at first — he wasn’t a complete asshole. Their marriage just didn’t work out. In the end, Mom still had me, and I would never leave or betray her.

During the renovation, they were knocking down walls, replacing pipes, tearing up floors. For two weeks we lived like we were in a disaster zone. Eventually, every decent room not covered in dust and debris was gone. There was nowhere for me to sleep.

“Davie,” Mom said one evening as we both stood in the middle of the ruined living room, “we’ll have to sleep in my room on the same bed for a while. It’s big — two meters wide. There’s plenty of space for both of us.” She saw the panicked look on my face and added, “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.”

I was so flustered I couldn’t find anything to say. I just nodded. I don’t know why, but my heart was pounding as if I had already done something wrong.

On the first night, Mom and I lay down on opposite sides of the bed. I was in a T-shirt and shorts; she was wearing her usual thin, almost transparent negligee that reached mid-thigh. I turned toward the wall and pretended to fall asleep immediately. But I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t understand what was happening to me. Until that moment, I had never looked at Mom as a woman. Mom was just Mom, end of story.

I think part of what changed my attitude toward Mom was the fact that I didn’t have a girlfriend at the time. My last relationship had ended, though it was never anything serious. Even the sex was rare, like an old married couple who had been together for twenty years. I don’t know why — maybe I just wasn’t her type, or maybe I didn’t satisfy her in bed. At least she was completely passive, like a log. She just lay there while I did all the work. It wasn’t sex, it was more like exercise.

Anyway, I got sidetracked.

I lay with my back to Mom, actually listening to her breathing. It was steady. Calm. I imagined her lying under the blanket, all warm and cozy. I was afraid to turn toward her, so I just fantasized until I finally fell asleep.

Another thing that pushed me toward Mom was that damn construction worker! Oops, sorry… That muscular asshole. Every time he showed up at our apartment, he triggered a sharp feeling of jealousy in me. The first time I saw him talking to my mom — saying something while literally undressing her with his eyes. It was strange that Mom didn’t seem to notice those lewd glances.

On the contrary, she often laughed at his jokes, although I doubt he was actually that funny. Sometimes he would lean in close, whisper something in her ear, and Mom would start laughing, her face turning red. Occasionally she would even swat him with a towel or playfully punch his side.

It pissed me off. It felt like this jock was trying to take my mom away from me.

The last time he really infuriated me! He was wallpapering the hallway, and Mom was helping him — handing him rolls, cutting where he pointed. For some reason, that day Mom wasn’t wearing a bra under her T-shirt, even though she usually always did. She was wearing a short yellow T-shirt and tight home leggings.

So there he was, spraying water from a bottle onto the wallpaper to… I don’t know why. Maybe to smooth out bubbles. And suddenly he started spraying Mom too! On her face, her body, but mostly aiming at her chest. Mom laughed, turning away from the stream, but her T-shirt was already soaked. I could see her nipples clearly outlined — and not just visible, they were sticking out in the most indecent way! My ex used to get like that when I aroused her.

Mom said something like “What are you doing, you shameless man,” but this idiot started wiping the water off her T-shirt with his palm. And he wasn’t just wiping — he was openly groping her breasts. Mom stopped laughing and grabbed his hand, but he kept stroking. Then he started feeling her up with his other hand too. I watched as he stopped pretending to wipe water and just blatantly played with her nipples. The wet T-shirt rode up under her breasts, making them even more visible, tightly outlined by the soaked fabric.

I felt myself getting hard in my shorts, and I was so ashamed: I had gotten aroused by my own mother!

But Mom behaved in a way I never expected. She slipped her hand into the guy’s fly, and he quickly unzipped it to make it easier for her. Mom leaned toward him, and at that moment I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn’t watch. It felt like Mom was cheating — not even on Dad (they still hadn’t officially divorced), but on me!

When I opened my eyes, they were already kissing passionately, wrapped in each other’s arms. I was hiding in the next room behind a rolled-up carpet, and they couldn’t see me. But I had a perfect view of Mom quickly dropping to her knees and burying her face in the construction worker’s crotch. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing — she was half-turned away from me — but it wasn’t hard to guess. Especially since the guy grabbed Mom’s head with both hands and closed his eyes.

I couldn’t let this happen. Before I even thought about it, I revealed myself.

“Mom!” I shouted, popping out from behind the carpet. “Have you seen the vacuum cleaner? I need to vacuum in here…”

Mom turned at my shout, and the sight burned itself into my memory like a freeze-frame: there she was, on her knees, eyes wide with shock, one cheek obscenely swollen with the clear, thick outline of a cock stretching it from within. She was sucking him and staring straight at me. I hadn’t thought about an escape plan — I just stood there, frozen, staring at this porn scene with my own mother in the starring role.

It felt like an eternity before Mom finally realized what position her own son had just caught her in. She jumped up abruptly, pulling her T-shirt down. Apparently the asshole hadn’t wasted any time: while Mom was sucking him, he had pulled her shirt up and exposed her breasts. For the first time in my life, I saw my mother completely topless. I had never imagined how beautiful her nipples were — small dark areolas with stiff, excited peaks that instantly drew the eye.

The construction worker turned toward the wall and started coughing for some reason, as if something had caught in his throat. Mom quickly walked over to me and spoke while looking at the ceiling:

“Vacuum cleaner! You need the vacuum cleaner! Just a second… Where did we put the vacuum cleaner?”

I think she was so flustered that she had no idea what she was saying. Then she looked at me and noticed the bulge in my shorts. I didn’t even try to hide it. After seeing my mom with another man’s cock in her mouth, I figured I at least deserved a moment of her attention.

Mom didn’t say anything, but I could see she was in shock. I was terrified of how she would behave that evening in the bedroom. Would she scold me for interrupting her while she was about to fuck the guy? Or would she punish me for getting hard because of her?

Nothing special happened for the rest of the day. Even the construction worker behaved unusually polite with Mom, calling her by name instead of “Hey, baby!” And Mom acted as if nothing had happened — as if sucking the construction worker’s cock was just a normal part of the renovation package.

That evening, after my shower, I was lying on my side of the bed. This time I wasn’t hiding in shorts and a T-shirt — I was wearing my usual boxer briefs with a buttonless fly. Mom carefully sat down on the edge of the bed on my side. I glanced at her: she was wearing a bathrobe with a towel wrapped around her head like a turban.

“Davie,” she said, “we need to talk.”

“About what?” I answered, trying to sound calm, even sleepy.

“About what happened today.”

I could see how difficult these words were for her. I turned toward her and put my hands behind my head.

“Go ahead. Talk.”

Mom sighed, even tried to smile, but quickly wiped the smile from her face.

“You’re already a grown boy, and you should understand these things,” she began carefully, nervously fidgeting with the edge of her bathrobe, which was slipping open and revealing more than it should. “You know that after your father, I haven’t been with anyone…”

“How would I know? I didn’t have a front-row seat!”

 “How dare you?!” Mom flared up, but immediately caught herself. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” She paused, then continued, “Anyway, it’s called the call of the flesh. Every woman wants… wants…”

“To have a cock in her mouth?” The anger wouldn’t let go of me, even though I didn’t fully understand what I was so angry about.

“Why do you have to say it like that?” Mom said quietly and turned away. Tears shimmered in her eyes. “I thought I had an adult son who could understand his mother…”

“Mommy! I understand everything perfectly!”

Something inside me broke. I threw myself at Mom and hugged her tightly, pressing her against me with all my strength. She hugged me back, and we clung to each other, squeezing and nuzzling — just like we used to when I was little. Her bathrobe slipped to the side, and I felt her bare breasts and hard nipples pressing against my body.

I don’t know if she noticed this awkward moment or if she deliberately allowed me to feel more than I should — as if in apology or compensation for the shock I had experienced. Either way, I was now consciously rubbing my chest against her bare skin, trying to brush my nipples against her excited little peaks.

Finally, Mom came to her senses. With the words “Oh God, what are we doing?!” she pulled away from me and quickly closed her robe. For one more moment I saw her completely naked — I even managed to catch a glimpse of the dark strip of hair on her mound — before the exciting sight disappeared behind the soft terry cloth. The towel slipped off her head, and she removed it, letting her gorgeous hair fall over her shoulders.

I leaned back against the pillows, hands behind my head out of habit. My cock was standing like a mast, ready to burst out of my boxer briefs through the fly. I followed Mom’s gaze: she was staring at my erection without blinking, her cheeks flushing deeply.

“Tell me: do you love him?” I asked, enjoying Mom’s embarrassment and beauty.

“Who?” Mom asked, finally tearing her eyes away from my hard cock. “Your father?”

“No. What does Dad have to do with it?” I looked at her in surprise. “I’m talking about the construction worker whose cock you were sucking today…” I didn’t finish and gave her a meaningful look at my own erection.

Mom snorted and laughed sincerely. The front of her robe parted again, and I saw her breasts, half-hidden by the fabric.

“What does ‘love’ have to do with it?” Mom smiled, but didn’t close her robe. “I don’t even know who he is or what his name is! I just wanted it… When you go so long without sex, then…”

She didn’t finish the sentence. My cock, having “seen enough” of Mom’s bare breasts, slowly emerged from my boxer briefs. The swollen, blood-filled head, throbbing with desire, poked out through the fly. It was impossible not to notice.

Mom bit her lip and stared at my cock with wide eyes. For a second, I thought everything was about to happen right then. That maybe it wasn’t so wrong when two people who loved each other and were so close desperately wanted sex — especially after going without it for so long. What could possibly be wrong with that?

“Put it away,” Mom said suddenly, her voice hoarse.

She reached toward my erection, but immediately pulled her hand back. Then she stood up abruptly and finally closed her robe.

“It’s time to sleep,” she said. “It’s already late, and I have to get up early for work tomorrow.”

“What am I supposed to do?” I asked pitifully, nodding toward my cock.

“David, I don’t understand the question,” Mom suddenly switched to a formal tone. "You know perfectly well what to do in such a situation," and she made an obscene gesture with her hand, jerking off an imaginary penis in the air.

I turned onto my side and sulked angrily. I don’t want to jerk off again, I thought bitterly. Why won’t Mom help me with this?

Mom moved to her side of the bed. I heard her changing for sleep. Then the bed creaked, and everything went quiet.

“Good night, son,” Mom said. Her voice sounded guilty.

I didn’t answer.

But the next morning became the happiest day of my life!

At least, that’s what I thought then, and honestly, I still think so now. I woke up because someone was… sucking me. For several seconds I struggled to regain consciousness, pulling myself out of sticky dreams. At first I couldn’t even tell if it was a dream or really happening. I was lying in my favorite position — on my back, arms raised above my head. I carefully opened my eyes just a sliver and looked through my lashes.

Mom was sitting between my legs, gently sucking my cock without touching me or using her hands. She had slipped the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders and was squeezing her bare breasts, playing with her nipple. Her other hand was hidden between her own legs. She kept throwing quick glances at my face, and the first time I almost gave myself away — I barely managed to close my eyes in time. When I opened them again, I was mesmerized by the incredibly arousing sight.

Mom slowly took my cock deeper into her mouth, lowering her head until she reached the base, my balls still hidden in my boxers. Then, just as slowly, she pulled back, never letting my cock leave her mouth. Sometimes when she released the head from her lips, I felt her hot tongue circling it, occasionally flicking rapidly against the frenulum.

She also gently blew on the head, giving me a pleasant cool sensation, only to immediately follow it with her warm lips sliding slowly down my shaft.

It seemed she had decided to do what she hadn’t done the night before. And to do it while I was “asleep,” so I wouldn’t know. I could barely hold back from coming, though I had no idea whether it was possible to come “in my sleep” or if I would have to reveal Mom’s secret plan.

While I was still trying to figure out what to do, Mom made the decision for me. She finally took my cock in her hand and started stroking it, never letting the head slip out of her mouth. I could see the dimples in her cheeks as she sucked me eagerly. Suddenly she squeezed her thighs together and moaned. She twisted her nipple and pressed her breast against herself. Her body began to convulse, and at that moment I couldn’t hold back anymore — I started coming in her mouth.

I came long and hard, with intense pleasure.

Deciding not to hide anymore, I opened my eyes and stared at Mom in amazement: I wasn’t just coming in her mouth — she was actively helping me. Her lips continued sucking me while her hand gently squeezed my balls. I could see her throat working as she swallowed everything I gave her without stopping. Seeing her happy smile and closed eyes, I decided not to “wake up” yet and closed mine again. At the very end, when Mom sucked especially hard on my softening cock, I let out an involuntary groan and felt myself finally released.

Hearing hurried footsteps, I slightly opened my eyes. Mom was no longer in the room. A moment later, I heard the shower turn on. I lay there with my arms spread out like a starfish, smiling like an idiot. First, I had come incredibly hard, and it felt amazing. Second — it was my own mother who had sucked me off!

I had no idea back then how things would develop next. After all, “officially” nothing had happened, and I didn’t know how Mom would behave. Maybe she would limit herself to this secret blowjob and switch her attention back to the construction worker. At least then she would only have to hide from me, and they could always find a way to fuck behind my back.

(To be continued)