I lived alone with my young, gorgeous mother. She was forty-one. She wasn’t only strong and optimistic, but she was also beautiful and well-endowed in every way possible. She was a fitness model and a personal trainer. Women flocked to her because of her beautiful looks. Despite being forty-one, she hardly looked a day over thirty, and it always surprised her clients when they found out about her age.
I clicked on her IG page. With lustrous, dark blonde hair streaming down her back, she wore a push-up bra that made her bust look even more impressive than it already was. She had a subtle four-pack, showcasing how fit and toned she was. Her skin was flawless and smooth, and she wore a pair of skin-tight leggings that hugged her curves perfectly. She had it all, and it sometimes felt like torture when I continuously dreamed about her, wishing we weren’t related, so I could make a move on her.
I clicked on a training clip where she was wearing pink leggings and a matching bra. While being bent at the waist, she lifted a kettlebell. I popped wood instantly as I ogled at her heart-shaped ass. I reached inside my underwear and curled my fingers around my hard shaft. I felt a thrill unlike any other, a shiver running down my back. There had been times when I had sex or jerked off, and Mom had slipped into my mind, but I had never directly touched myself while watching her. As I discovered this novel sensation, it felt unbelievably good, making it impossible to stop.
I kept scrolling through her photos, finding one where she wore a skimpy push-up bra. The garment lifted her breasts perfectly, making me want to bury my face right into her alluring cleavage. She had a subtle tan since she loved being outside. It was like the icing on the cake, and it made me want her even more.
I quickly unzipped my shorts and let them fall to my ankles. I stroked myself some more, wondering whether I should go all the way, climaxing while looking directly at my mother. After all these years, I had always wanted to but refrained from the forbidden temptation. It felt like it was time, especially now that I was single and all by myself.
I found a couple of more photos where she did the side split, flashing me her gorgeous center as she leaned back. I ran my hand up and down, feeling the precum oozing from the slit. I pictured her nude. I imagined she lay on her back with her legs spread, biting her lower lip and looking me in the eyes.
“Hmm, my son, push it in your mommy,” I imagined her saying in her sweet, husky voice.
I rubbed the head along her slit. Beads of her honey clung to her folds. My cock punctured the droplets, and I spread them around the shaft before pushing into her depths. Her sweet walls hugged every inch of my shaft as I sank into her.
While fantasizing about her, I rose to my feet and aimed my erection right at the screen, pointing at her center. The orgasm was building suddenly as I curled my toes. Sweat ran down the sides of my head, and my heart thumped like mad. I asked myself whether I was taking it too far, but it felt too damn good to resist.
I leaned back and was just about to climax. But then my phone rang, making me jump. I took a step back, but my foot caught the shorts that were currently around my ankles. I quickly got a hold of the wall before I would fall face-first onto the floor.
“Christ,” I said and my hand flew to my heart. I looked at the screen. “Mom,” I read and saw a photo of her on the beach. “Great timing.”
I pulled my shorts up, plopped down and answered her. “Hi,” I said, trying to catch my breath.
“Are you out jogging?” she asked flirtatiously.
“Uhm, sort of,” I said and scratched my neck.
“I wish I could jog, but I had a little whoopsie daisy at the gym,” she said.
“I hope it’s nothing too bad?” I said. Since she called, I knew it was something. It was a bit difficult to figure out if something was wrong or not since Mom was always optimistic no matter what. It was one of her magical traits next to her flawless beauty.
“I rolled my ankle, so hopefully it should heal by itself,” she said.
My heart sank. It could have been worse, but I couldn’t stand seeing her hurt in any way shape or form. I had strong feelings for her. Despite my lust for her, she was the best mother in the world.
But after puberty, our quality time had gone down as I started going out with girls, but we still found time for each other now and then. “Do you need help?” I asked and wanted to reach out to her immediately.
“You’re a good boy,” she said, and I could easily imagine her smile. “I was just about to ask. I’m having some difficulties walking, and I’m not sure if I can push the gas pedal either. Do you mind taking an Uber here and driving me to the doctor?”
“Mom, I’ll be there in a heartbeat.”
“Thank you so much,” she sighed in relief. “I can explain more when you get here. Love you.”
“Love you too,” I said and hung up the phone.
I took an Uber to the gym and met my mother there. She was dressed in leggings and a push-up bra, and it made me wish I’d finished my earlier business.
Afterward, I helped her to the car and drove her to a doctor’s appointment. The doctor gave her some rehab advice, but also mentioned that I should help her out as well.
Mom tossed a lock of her dark blonde hair over her shoulder.
“What do you say, sweetie? Do you have time to help your mother?”
“Of course I do,” I said.
She smiled and proudly bragged about me to the doctor.
By the time we got home, evening had settled in. I made dinner for the two of us.
After I’d cleaned the table, I helped her up from her seat and guided her to the sofa. We sat inside as it started getting slightly cooler. It felt a bit more intimate, helping her walk while she only wore a bra and leggings. She sat down and found the ointment she’d gotten from her doctor. I sat down next to her and checked out her ankle. It was swollen, and I felt bad for her while she lay there.
“You’re unbelievably positive,” I said. “I’m not sure if I would be able to smile like that.”
“Not even if I were on my knees for you?” she asked with a wink.
“I think I’ll take that back,” I said. I wasn’t sure if she realized there was a sexual connotation there. If she would be on her knees and sucking me then it would be a dream come true.
She grimaced and touched her upper thigh. It was currently covered by leggings, and it made me wonder if she wanted me to massage her there too. “What’s going on?” I asked her and thought she was just injured on her ankle and not her thigh.
“It’s something with my thighs,” she said. “I’m not sure what, but if you remember I told you that when I jumped on the box, I felt something there as well.”
“I can massage you there too,” I told her.
“We can take that later,” she said. “I think it’s just something with my muscles.”
“Alright, you’re the boss,” I said and filled my hands with the ointment and started applying light pressure on her ankle and foot, rubbing it in. “Is that alright?”
She nodded and threw her head back, so her dark blonde hair spilled all over her. “That’s perfect,” she said, sighing in relief. “A bit harder,” she said with a moan.
“Like that?”
“Oh, yeah.”
As I kept applying pressure, I played a film in my head. I fucked her, making her moan and begging for it harder. I couldn’t resist the temptation of the forbidden film especially as she kept moaning while I touched her. She opened her eyes on occasion, giving me a seductive look.
“You’re so strong,” she said.
I eased the tension in her muscles as I applied gentle pressure. “Well, you’ve certainly passed that strength on to me. I’m just returning the favor.”
“You know how to flatter your mom,” she said, and she smiled even brighter.
“Your skin truly is baby smooth,” I said and flattered her some more, amazed by her flesh as I kept exploring it. My cock hardened as I did something for her. It was mainly her moaning that got to me, and the way it triggered sexual dreams where I lay on top of her. I lost focus now and then and tried to tell myself to stop, but it proved difficult especially as she kept moaning, her beautiful rack rising and sinking.
I desperately tried to keep my focus on her ankle as my cock kept thickening. If I rose, I knew she would spot the growing bulge. I glanced at my mother, who sat with her back against the couch and her feet on the cushions. With her legs slightly spread, I could see the center of her forbidden region that was sadly hidden behind her garments. I also caught a scent that I clearly recognized. To my baffling surprise, she was becoming aroused, and I noticed that her nipples were poking against her bra.
“You aren’t growing tired?” she asked with a grin.
“Nope,” I told her. “I can do this all day long.”
“It’s been more than half an hour,” she said. “The doctor said fifteen minutes two times a day.”
“Why didn’t you stop me?” I asked her and confronted her with a look.
“Because it felt so good,” she said, caressing my thigh. “Why aren’t you stopping?”
“I want you to feel good,” I said and we exchanged glances. She took my hand, holding onto it dearly. “That’s fine, Tyler. You can rest now.”
I let go of her leg. “What about your thigh?”
“I hope it will be fine,” she said. “If it hurts there too, do you think you can help massage me there?”
“Of course,” I said. It was dangerously close to her forbidden area, but I wanted to go there anyway, especially if she needed it.
“Can you help me to my feet so I can give you a thank you hug?”
“It’s not necessary,” I said and internally panicked as my bulge was obvious.
“I insist,” she said and cut me off.
“Fine, you win,” I said and shifted, praying she wouldn’t spot my erection.
I rose and was slightly bent at the waist, hiding my package as well as possible. I lifted her to her feet, and she pushed herself against my crotch. Hopefully, I could blame it on my belt as she locked her arms around my neck.
“You’re the best son in the world,” she said.
“You’re exaggerating,” I told her.
She broke the hug to look me in the eyes. Her sapphire eyes were like rare stones, and it was impossible not to be hypnotized by them. “I’m not,” she said. “Trust me, you’ve no idea how many of my friends have asked for parental advice, and you don’t know how many horror stories I’ve heard.”
“I think you’re just a good role model,” I admitted. “You have yourself to thank. You’ve always been there for me, and I want to be there for you.”
She embraced me again, not being able to resist. She lingered in my arms for a little. It was slightly awkward on my end. One part of me wanted her flesh so close to me, the other prayed she wouldn’t notice my boner that kept throbbing against her love hole.
She broke the hug but made eye contact. “Will you help me up to my bedroom later?”
“Of course,” I told her. “Just ping me. I’ll go up in the meantime.”
“Okay,” she said and sat back down.
******
My mother pinged me. Can you come down for a sec?
I quickly logged off. I descended the stairs, and she sat upright on the couch with her legs on the cushions.
“I’m growing sleepy,” she said. “I probably need help up the stairs.”
“Sure thing,” I said and took her hand and helped her to her feet. “Do you feel any better from the foot massage?”
“I do,” she said, smiling brightly. “But my thigh is not, though.”
“If you need anything, I’ll help you there too,” I said. We took a step at a time, and once we were on the second floor, she jerked her head at her bathroom which I hadn’t been in ages.
“Inside there,” she said. “I need to brush my teeth. Can you bring my nightgown in the meantime?”
“Sure,” I said. I entered her bathroom and was greeted by a sweet, rosy scent. Every tile in the bathroom sparkled. The mirror was glistening clean and the marbled sink glowed. Her pink towels were rolled up and stacked on the shelf. There wasn’t a hair on the floor nor a dust mote in the air. “Geeze, you keep it nice and tidy in here.”
“I’m allergic to untidy rooms,” she said and sat down on the bench. I gave her the toothbrush and toothpaste.
“Where’s your nightgown?” I asked her.
“It’s in the dressers next to the wardrobe,” she said. “I have several nightgowns, but I want the purple one for tonight.”
I went inside her bedroom, which smelled like a garden of roses. She was a fan of natural perfumes, which she also used for her car and bathroom.
I pulled open the drawer. My eyes widened at all the garments inside. There were bras, bikinis and lingerie … My cock hardened again when I saw her sexy clothing as I imagined herself wearing them. I reached for the lingerie. It was as skimpy as it could be and spun from the threads of my fantasy.
I arched an eyebrow and questioned what it was doing in her drawer and when the last time she wore it. I had never seen her in lingerie before. I shook my head and probably should be thinking of something else. I pulled open the other drawer and found her nightgown.
I came back just in time when she’d finished brushing her teeth. “Here you go,” I said.
“Thanks,” she said. “You probably need to help me with my leggings.”
“Uhm … okay,” I said and stiffened.
“Don’t give me that uhm,” she said jokingly. “We are family after all.”
“Sure,” I said and scratched my neck. “Your bra … you can do it yourself, right?”
“Yeah, that’s no problem, but the nether clothing is,” she said, throwing a brief smile at me for one cryptic reason or another. She extended her legs to me and slightly lifted her gorgeous bottom with the help of her hands. I pulled down her leggings, inch by inch, revealing her long, beautiful legs. I was stunned. I hadn’t seen her in only panties in ages. I touched her calves and ran my hand down to her foot. I didn’t realize what I was doing for a moment before quickly pulling my hand off her. I just loved legs, especially when they were as pretty as hers.
“Do you like them?” she asked, her cheeks pinkening.
“There’s a reason you make every girl green with envy,” I said with a wink. I tried my hardest to look away from her panties, but resistance seemed futile especially as I eyed them. She tried to hide something as well, since she tried to sit with her legs closed, but I could clearly see a wet patch in the middle of them, confirming what I suspected earlier.
“Be a good boy and help me to bed. It’s been a long day,” she said.
She put on her nightgown first, which made her look stunning. I helped her to her feet, and let her use me as a crutch as I made my way into her bedroom. I neatly laid her down, and she crept under her sheets.
She grimaced. “I think I might need you to massage my thigh after all. It’s getting a bit painful. I must have pulled a muscle or something.”
“No worries,” I said.
I was glad I could help her, but I had to ignore the blueballs one way or another. “Should I use some form of ointment?” I asked her.
She nodded, pulled open the drawer on the nightstand and handed me a cream containing menthol. “Use this,” she said.
I popped it open and was greeted by a minty coconut scent. “Everything has to smell so sweet and good in here,” I said.
“A little bit of sweetness doesn’t hurt,” she said and reached the end of her nightgown and rolled it up, flashing her beautiful legs. My eyes widened as she kept rolling them farther up till I had visual access to the borders of her ass and also her panties.
Squeezing the tube, I filled my palms with the cream. “Show me where it hurts.”
She drew a circle on the outer part of her thigh and then drew inward. It was only a couple of inches away from her promised land. From what I’d remembered, her painful spot wasn’t that far up, and it made me sweat a bit nervously as I would get so close to her. “Around here,” she said.
“I’m on it,” I said.
She adjusted the lamp on the nightstand, so it wasn’t too bright, creating a semi-erotic atmosphere as she sat upright against the bed. I applied the cream to her leg and started gently massaging her. “Tell me if I’m being too hard.”
Mom flashed me a smile, and I believed I caught something in her eyes that I hadn’t before. “A little bit harder … Women like strong men.”
I wondered what she meant by that in this context. I kept kneading it into her warm flesh, starting on the outer part of her and continuing till she moaned. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. With her free hands, she reached for her breasts and squeezed them both. I became hard in an instant, my eyes widening at how she played with her fruits.
She opened her eyes and blushed slightly. “It was just an itch,” she excused herself.
“Sure thing,” I said. That certainly looked more than an itch. I didn’t say anything as she steadily moaned. I made my way inward. The closer I got to her panties, the more it started feeling like a blast furnace. The heat lured me in, and I had to warn myself of going too close. I shifted in my seat, and I peered at her panties, wondering whether she was wet or not. The coconut and mint fragrance masked the scent of her, but under that smell, I swore I could pick up the aroma of her forbidden sweets.
I wasn’t sure how long I should massage her thigh. I wanted her to feel well again, and she didn’t stop me either. It felt equally as addictive from my end to continuously touching and exploring her like this, and it was tempting to reach inward. I tried making my way in a little, wondering whether she would let me or not.
“Hmm, Tyler, that’s amazing,” she said, opening her eyes.
I retreated to the source of her pain, giving up my ambitions for now. “Are you feeling better?”
“Lightyears better,” she said. “Physical touches heal.”
“They sure do,” I said.
“Aren’t you tired?”
“Not at all,” I said, my voice filled with affection. “Taking care of you is worth every moment.”
Her gaze softened, gratitude shining in her eyes. “You’re such a blessing, you know,” she murmured, her hand reaching out to gently pat my arm.
“So are you.”
“I’m glad … I would like to do something for you too,” she said. “I don’t think it’s fair that you’ll be my servant for the coming days and I won’t be able to return you a favor … especially if it’s one of your fantasies.”
“What do you mean by fantasies?” I asked her a bit nervously.
“You know what I mean,” she said, giving me a look and glancing at my bulge. “I felt your erection when I hugged you earlier.”
“Uhm, fantasy is one thing but doing it is another,” I said.
“What’s the point of a fantasy if it won’t be realized?” she confronted me. I mulled it over, but couldn’t find time to respond till she confronted me again. “Are you going to bed with a painful hardon?”
I glanced down and should’ve known it was obvious. She sat up and reached it, tapping it with her finger.
“Mom?” I asked her.
“Just let me,” she said. “Don’t be shy … women love confidence.” She giggled as she pulled down the zipper.
I couldn’t stop her. I had no willpower, and I couldn’t resist her either. “What exactly … Are you planning to do?”
“I want to give you a little reward for being there for me. You know when you were younger and every time you cleaned the house, I would give you something?”
I nodded and remembered it clearly well. “I didn’t help you out just so you could reward me though. I’m helping because I care about you.”
“And I want to blow you because I love you,” she said, looking me in the eyes.
My eyes widened. I thought she would just give me a handjob, but a blowjob sure would be better. “Alright,” I said and yielded.
“Come a bit closer, so I can pull your underwear down,” she demanded. “You can stand while I sit on the edge of the bed.”
“Sure,” I said in a husky voice. It all happened so quickly. I found it hard to believe this scene was unfolding right in front of my eyes. She swung her legs off the sides of the bed, and I took a step toward her, so my bulge was aimed right at her face.
She curled her fingers around the waistband and rolled down the underwear till she’d freed my erection from its painful confines. It bobbed up and down and cast a thick shadow over her face.
“Nice,” she said and studied my big cock with lust in her eyes. “That’s beautiful.” She curled her fingers around my joystick. As soon as she touched me, I felt a wave of taboo warmth washing me over. I sighed in relief, especially as she slowly started stroking me with her soft hand. She had barely even started, and I was already breathing deeper. It just felt so taboo having my mother in front of me in a seated position, preparing to give me a wonderful head.
She started kissing the sides of the shaft, and every kiss sent a shiver down my spine. She sure knew what she was doing especially as she reached the tip, swirling her tongue around the throbbing crown. She kissed it as well and every smack slid her a little further down it until the upper part of the shaft had fully entered her wet mouth.
She flitted her eyes to mine while sucking me in, and I melted as she looked up to me. I reached her neck and pushed some hair away from her gorgeous face. She bobbed her head forward, and clenched her lips firmly, forming them into the perfect oral vagina. She took me to the back of her throat, keeping me there till she gagged, so spit landed right on my base.
She pulled her head back, sealing her lips tightly around my cock, so not an inch was left uncovered. Sliding my erection out, she came off with a smack and licked her lips. She smiled, enjoying the taste of her son. “Did you like that?”
“That was heavenly,” I admitted. I cupped her neck encouraging her to plunge it back inside.
She noticed and smiled, happily opening her mouth and sucking me in again. Every time she bobbed her head back, she left a trail of saliva on my shaft. I sighed in relief. My right hand cupped her neck and my left held onto her beautiful head. I wondered if I was dreaming. It felt so damn good.
“Oh, Mom,” I said and it felt so forbidden to say it out loud. My hips started bucking, and the intensity and pleasure rose rapidly. She noticed, and she continued to suck me in and out, slobbering over my cock. She did it all so perfectly—The sounds she was making, her lips pressed tightly and her soft, wet tongue that kept gliding over my erection instead of her teeth. I had never been given a blowjob like this.
I held onto her head a bit better. “Whatever you do, don’t stop,” I said.
She listened, wanting me to be as pleased as possible. She even increased the pace, showing how much she loved and cared for me. I helped bobbing her head with my hands, and my knees started shaking. She bobbed her head forward one more time and it detonated my climax. I let out a massive groan as I flooded her mouth with my cum.
“Geeze,” I said as I felt an orgasm unlike any other. She swallowed and swallowed, sucking out the last drops from the tip as I was still entrenched in her mouth throughout the peak. She kept her eyes closed as if she were dreaming, and when she couldn’t extract any more semen from my testicles, she looked up at me, slowly coming off my erection and letting it flop to my thigh. I shivered with pleasure, flabbergasted as it dawned on me that my mother had sucked me off.
“Are you feeling better now?” she asked in her sweet voice.
“Oh, yeah,” I mumbled.
She caressed my thigh, flitting her eyes to mine. “Will you have a good night’s sleep?”
“Without a doubt,” I said.
“I certainly will,” she said. She swung her legs onto the bed, and I pulled my underwear and shorts up. “Give me a goodnight kiss.”
I pressed my lips to hers. “Good night, Mom.”
“Good night, Tyler,” she said.
I retreated into my bedroom and crawled into my bed. I slept within the following second.
Afterword
Thank you so much for reading and your support 🙏 This was a snippet from a story that is 36k words long and contains way more than a blowjob. You can find it on my website: Mom in Need
