Tell Me How You Feel - Sex Stories

Tell Me How You Feel

-- ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED IN THIS STORY ARE 18+ YEARS OLD --

It is difficult to concentrate on important work when you have other matters in your mind, as everyone knows. This was one of those days, I had sat on my desk for the whole afternoon without achieving anything. A distressing situation indeed, considering the importance of the work I was supposed to be doing. I heard a knock on the door, and a cheerful feminine voice: "Penny for your thoughts, troubled mind."

It was mom, of course, flashing a warm, radiant smile at me. She was wearing an apron over her blue flowered dress, so she must have been taking a break from important household duties. She brushed a curl of black of her face, although currently most of it was tied into a thick bunch behind her head hair. It was a familiar gesture, and I knew the kind of look she was going to give me next, of caring interest and helpfulness. "You seem so restless today, pumpkin. You didn't think I wouldn't notice?" Mom sweetly inquired.

"Oh, it's just that I can't concentrate. And you know this thing I'm supposed to be doing..."

"The really important one?" she asked, with a deeply concerned look.

"Yes," I said seriously. "I really have to get this done, but..."

Mom touched my face gently and spoke: "You could just tell me everything about about it. You know, the way you always can when so are having problems with something really important." During this, her hand had started slowly tracing downwards.

"Eh, ...

... yes. Sure" I said, as mom's hand had reached my belt. Hearing this, she slid down onto her knees and, looking up at me, opened it.

"I know it's difficult for you to talk about matters like this" she wrinkled her brows as her fingers reached for my zipper. "But you know we've had this discussion before, that I can help".

"Yes, all right, mom. All right," I sighed as the zipper opened.

This was just my mom's particular way of having a meaningful conversation with me, as I very well knew. I knew also that most other people's mothers weren't usually quite so... attentive. It's not that I thought there was anything that strange about it when she took my cock in her hand and bent down to kiss my balls. It was just that there wasn't anything sexual about it, either, just a little motherhood and care.

I could see why she would be attractive to someone; well obviously, since she was happily married to my dad. She had her large dark eyes, big cloud of curly hair, and nicely full and rounded breasts which I couldn't help paying attention to at the moment as amply as they were noticeable through her cleavage, but those are just the kind of things you do pay attention to. It's not I'd want her to take her clothes off, which of course she would sternly refuse anyway. Still, it definitely did feel nice and comforting when mom stroked my hardened shaft and started covering it in attentive kisses and licks.

"You know the club I joined last month..." I started, but had to stop ...