A mom-son Christmas - Sex Stories

A mom-son Christmas

... stimulation it took me about twenty minutes before I finally came, catching the load with some toilet paper. The erection still persisted though, making me curse in frustration. That wasn't going to work either. I returned to the couch, and plan A, instead. I'd just wait, no matter how uncomfortable I was. Mom noticed as soon as I returned. "Jesus, Nick. Didn't it work?" "No. Turns out it's not... enough, to jerk off," I said, not even thinking about how strange it was to have that conversation with my own mother. "God, I'm so sorry sweetie..." she spoke, sitting close and running her hand through my hair. She was still keeping her eyes fixed on my erection. I wasn't sure what to make of that. "Son..." she said softly. "This, um, might sound crazy but... what if I helped you out? If it's a question of stimulation, then..." She paused to breathe in deeply, and looked more determined. "You did say you found me attractive yesterday," she said. My eyes went wide at that comment. I did say that, but what she was suggesting... Well, it was exactly what I wanted, and yet I knew how wrong it would be. "Mom, I... I did. I do think that, but..." "Please," she begged. "Let me me take care of you. I hate seeing you in pain darling..." she said, dragging her hand over the outline of my cock as she said it. "Aaa... fu-" I closed my mouth, and groaned at the pleasure of it. Pleasure that was as much mental as it was physical. "Don't worry, Son, I'll take care of you..." she said, ...

... unzipping and pulling down my pants before I could object. She sat on her knees in the couch next to me and reached inside my boxers to carefully pull out my aching member. She leaned in closer and pushed back a few stray strands of her hair so she could glance up at me. I couldn't help but reflect on the fact that my erect cock was now inches from my mothers face. My member twitched with anticipation at the thought. "Mmm... Son. You're just as beautiful as I imagined," she whispered in a sultry tone. Her face kept close to my cock as she admired it. I thought she looked sexier than she ever had, her eyes filled with lust and her hand closed around my shaft. She began rubbing me up and down slowly, watching my face from where she was sitting next to me. "Is this good, sweetie?" she asked. "G-god yes, Mom. That feels amazing," I groaned. I couldn't believe it was actually happening. Mom climbed off the couch and sat down on the floor between my legs instead. Her beautiful eyes looked up at me, and she smiled. "You have a wonderful cock, Son. I'm sure a lot of lucky college girls have told you so..." she purred, her facial expression blissful. "Not as many as you might think," I said, returning her smile as she jerked me off. "Uhng... You look so fucking hot right now, Mom," I blurted out. "Thank you, Son," she said, smiling even broader. "That makes me happier than I think you realize to hear." My mind was muddy with arousal, but I still realized there was some significance to those ...