Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Back where he belongs - Mother and Son - Chapter 1

... himself completely in the feeling.

“Mooooom” he whispered, as he let himself go and his cock spasmed under the covers. Ropes of his warm, white fluid shot into his underwear and began coating him as he shuddered against her. His mind was blank, the room had disappeared and just the bare physical sensations that he was feeling existed for him. Again and again, he felt spurts of his cum rushing through him as his cock jerked without touch.

If his mother had any idea indication as to what was happening Andy had no idea but, in this moment, he was totally unable to begin to think about whether he was hiding well – if at all. Her scent in his nostrils, her breasts against him and his cock were his world. He didn’t want it to end. He stayed there, lost in an orgasmic haze as he felt his genitals let out the last of their contents causing a damp mess of his crotch.

“Are you sure you’re, okay?” she asked in concern. “You don’t seem well”.

His mother’s words brought him back to his brain. A sudden tiredness struck him, as the reality of the situation hit him just as hard as his orgasm had. He wished that he could just hold onto his mother and enjoy his post orgasm serenity. He was enjoying the feeling below his waistline. His crotch and underwear were now completely saturated in his pre and post orgasm fluids. He felt extremely warm and sticky down there as semen oozed over his cock and balls and began to get matted in his pubic hair. It was warm and comforting and he ...

... wanted to go to sleep in the feeling. But he knew he had to answer her. He had to hide what had just happened.

“I’m okay mom I promise. I’m just feeling a bit tired, I think. I’ll try these on” he said with a forced smile, picking up the bag from the bed and pulling out the contents. The bright orangey-red pair of Speedos that his mother had just bought him in his hand.

“OK baby” she said sitting up with a slight smile on her face. She seemed awkward he thought, but he couldn’t tell if it was just the situation or if she had figured out what he had just done.

“I’ll go get dinner ready”. She continued as she stood up stiffly.

“Okay mom.” Andy replied weakly, struggling to look her in the eyes. A deep shame about what had just happened crept up on him. He didn’t know where all that had just come from, he had gotten so lost in the moment and the feeling. He wished he could take it all back and what made it worse was not knowing whether she knew or not. How could he do that? How could he have gotten so turned on by his own mother? What was wrong with him? The implications were swirling through his head, had he just ruined their relationship? He had never thought of her in this way before, it wasn’t like he was attracted to his mother, was it? She was objectively an attractive lady he knew but it was his mother. He didn’t think of her like that. She had raised him, fed him, dressed him, bathed him, reared him. She was his mother, and she was his best friend growing up, and ...