Mommy's Secret Life Pt. 02

The drive home felt longer than it ever had. My mind ran through every possible outcome as I navigated through my neighborhood getting closer and closer to my house. This whole situation could've so easily been avoided. I didn't need to do what I did. But in a horny fugue state, I did something so beyond wrong, and now I had to answer for it.

My car came to a stop at the curb in front of my house. It was dark now. Lucy's car was gone. There were no signs of life in my house. I had played out nearly every scenario in my head and I was ready for whatever consequences I had coming my way. This whole thing was my fault, and I had to face the music. I got out of the car, locked the doors, and began the long walk to my front door.

My heart beat faster and harder than it ever had before as I approached the door. Through the side window, I could see the glow of a lamp illuminating the living room. It had to be her. I took a deep breath and slid my key into the lock and headed inside to face my mom.

The moment I entered the house, Mom stood up from the couch in the living room and faced me. She looked at me with a somber, guilty look. The kind of look that said she knew she'd been caught. She was wearing that thin white robe again, the one she slipped into every night. The soft lamplight to her right caressed her skin, highlighting every delicious curve and angle of her body, even through the knee length robe. That stunning red pixie cut was now dry and her makeup had been removed. Yet even without makeup, she looked undeniably sexy.

As much as I tried to repress it, the sight of my own mother once again began intruding my mind with unspeakable things. We stood in silence for a good 10 seconds, facing each other, wondering who was going to be the one to break the silence. She swallowed before speaking, her voice low and hesitant.

"Hi, Thomas."

I shifted on my feet, my throat tight. The images of her by the pool, naked and moaning with Lucy, refused to leave my mind.

"Hi, Mom."

A long, heavy silence stretched between us. Both of us were wondering how we were gonna address what went down just a few hours earlier. Until Mom finally spoke again. Her voice was soft and tender, that same tone she used when I was younger.

"Look, honey..." she said quietly, taking a small step closer. "I know you probably have a lot of questions. If you'd be open to it, I want to sit down and kinda talk about what happened."

Another beat of silence filled the room. Mom's eyes stayed on mine as I struggled to even look in her direction. I could see the way the fabric of the robe gently hugged her beautiful fake tits with each breath.

"I really don't want things to be awkward like this between us, Thomas," she murmured, her voice laced with genuine concern. "I just want to talk. We can stop whenever you want."

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry, painfully aware of how my body was responding to the memory of what I'd witnessed earlier.

"Okay, Mom," I finally answered, my voice low and rough.

"Thank you, honey,"

I walked through the entryway and towards the couch in the living room. My feet felt like they were made of lead. The air between us was thick with tension. I was glad she didn't seem super mad, but just the thought of even addressing what I'd seen felt like the end of the world. She sat down at the corner of the loveseat as I approached. I took my seat at the closest corner of the couch, putting her to my right.

My heart pounded as I tried not to stare at the way her robe had loosened slightly, giving me a better view of her impeccable tits beneath it. The memory of her naked, glistening body by the pool kept flashing through my mind, making it almost impossible to ignore how hard I was becoming.

Mom turned her body toward me when I was seated. She took a slow breath, her full breasts rising and falling beneath the thin silk.

"Thomas..." she began softly, her voice low and intimate, "I saw you watching, baby... I know you saw me with Lucy this afternoon."

I fucking knew it. I was hoping there was a slight chance she didn't see me. I felt slightly heartbroken. Those 10 seconds that she saw me in the window with fresh cum all over myself was going to change our relationship forever.

"I'm not mad at you, baby," she whispered. "Not even a little... I'm so sorry that you had to see me like that."

Mom's voice was soft and thick with emotion as she leaned in a little closer, her knee now fully resting against mine.

"I never wanted you to find out about that part of my life this way. I thought you were gone, I had no idea you were still there"

She shifted closer on the loveseat, taking a pause. Her robe slipped open a little more, though she didn't seem to notice. Her full breasts strained against the thin fabric now as she leaned toward me. She reached her hand out and placed it on my lower thigh, stroking it with her thumb in slow, soothing circles, her touch warm and tender.

"I feel terrible, honey. I never, ever wanted you to walk in on something like that. It must have been so shocking and confusing for you..."

More silence filled the room. I was at a loss for words. I was never gonna tell how I'd been feeling about her. It was hard to even think about it right now. Although, I could absolutely feel those feelings trying to claw their way up through the anxiety.

"Please tell me what you're feeling, baby. I can handle it. I just don't want this to come between us." She said in a calming voice, almost desperate to relieve the tension.

I sat there for a long moment, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Mom's hand was still resting warmly on my thigh. The scent of her skin was making it impossible to think straight. I swallowed hard and finally spoke, my voice low and unsteady.

"... How long have you and Lucy been together?" I asked.

A warm, gentle smirk came across Mom's face, as if she was recalling memories with Lucy. Her thumb continued those slow, soothing strokes on my thigh.

"Well we're not... romantic. It's not like that. But it's been going on for a long time baby," she admitted softly, looking down as cute embarrassment colored her cheeks. "We've just been friends with benefits for a long time. It started a few years after your father and I separated. We started as just friends, and eventually I was lonely, and Lucy was there..."

She let out a shaky breath.

"Are you sleeping with her often?" I pressed, unable to stop myself.

Mom hesitated, then nodded gently. "Usually once or twice a month. Sometimes more if we're both stressed..." She paused briefly, looking off into nothing "... and that's the nice thing about other women, it's way more relaxing with them, especially Lucy. She's softer. More patient. Lucy knows exactly what I like and how to make me..." She paused again and glanced back at me.

My face was pale. I couldn't believe I was hearing my mom talk so plainly to me about her sex life. My cock was secretly rock hard in my pants after hearing her words. She seemingly snapped out of it and refocused her attention to me

Her voice dropped to a whisper, reverting to that sweet, motherly voice that always calmed me down. " Fuck Thomas... I'm sorry, baby. I... I probably shouldn't be telling you that. I know this is a lot to hear from your own mother."

She shifted back into the couch, removing her hand from my leg. The vibe went dead in the room. We both sat in silence for another few seconds.

"Does hearing that upset you, honey?" she asked, her voice full of apologetic concern.

Secretly, all I wanted to hear was more about my Mom's sex life. I wanted to hear her go on and on for hours about the things she has done. My cock was now painfully hard, throbbing against the front of my pants, and I was sure she could see the outline if she looked. I swallowed thickly.

"No... it doesn't upset me," I admitted, my voice rough. "I'm okay with it. It's just... a lot."

Mom sat up, returning her hand to my leg.

"Okay good, baby. Again, I'm sorry you had to find out this way."

We sat in this position for a good thirty seconds. I think we were both trying to unpack everything we had just talked about. All I wanted was to know more. I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to see Mom's beautiful tattooed body again, completely naked just for me. But my darkest desire, the one that made my cock ache even harder, was to one day spread her legs and finally sink deep into the sweet, juicy pussy I'd come from. To cum inside the very hole that gave birth to me. I knew it was sick. I knew it would never happen.

"You know..." my mom broke the silence "In a way, I'm a little glad things unfolded this way."

I looked at her with a very confused look. "What do you mean?"

She let out a long, shaky breath and turned her body more toward me. Her hand stayed on my thigh, fingers gently squeezing as she gathered her thoughts. The apologetic look in her eyes remained, but there was something else there now.

"When your dad and I split up, I was alone," she began softly. "I was young... I had a kid, one of his houses, and whatever money I could get after the lawyers took their cut."

Mom paused, her thumb slowly stroking my thigh again as she stared at the floor for a moment.

"I felt like I spent my entire life in survival mode, Thomas. I was so tired. All I wanted was to finally find what actually made me happy... to figure out who I really was. I was given a complete blank slate in a brand new city with you. And after a few years..." She let out a small, embarrassed laugh. "... I met some people. Lucy included. They helped me realize what I wanted out of life."

I looked on, wide eyed and anticipatory.

She let out a nervous little laugh. "God, I can't believe I'm telling my son this."

She paused to gather her thoughts. Her voice dropped lower, almost husky.

"Pleasure, Thomas. That's what my life is for. Real, deep, selfish pleasure. I spent so many years denying myself, always putting everyone else first. I can't live like that anymore. Behind you, living a life of pleasure is my biggest mission."

I was speechless. To hear my mom admit that after so many years of me gathering clues was eye opening. Knowing how much of a slut she was chasing this pleasurable lifestyle turned me on so much more. We both sat there in silence, her hand still on my leg. I didn't know how this conversation would even continue after such a large nuke of information like that. But Mom knew what she was doing.

"I saw you watching, baby."

My stomach dropped again. She leaned in closer and cupped my face.

"It's okay. I'm not mad. I've been hiding so much from you for so long... and you've been hiding too. We're too close for secrets."

I nearly came in my pants right there. She looked deep into my soul with her beautiful blue eyes. She gave me that sweet look that a mother gives an anxious child. The woman who gave birth to me, the one who raised me so amazingly and presently, was now staring at me with a warmth that felt dangerously close to something more erotic. I looked down towards the ground, half in embarrassment, half to process what I had just heard.

"Thomas. Look at me." She said slightly sternly, making me jump. I was immediately back looking in those eyes of hers.

"I just want to know what you were thinking while you watched me," she murmured, her voice dropping even lower. "Be honest with me, honey. Please."

"Huh? W.. What?" I said in a shaky voice in disbelief.

"What you were doing... watching me and Lucy... touching yourself..." She said as if to remind me of what I did.

Mom's thumb gently brushed across my cheek as she held my face, refusing to let me look away again. I had no way out. I could either lie, or tell her the truth, and the truth was kind of hard to dodge in this scenario.

"I... I was thinking about you," I finally admitted, barely above a whisper. "I know it's fucked up... when I saw you earlier... I couldn't stop"

A smirk lifted across moms face as I told her. There was no judgement behind her gaze. No anger. Her look grew indefinitely erotic.

"It's okay, honey," she cooed in that motherly tone "You don't have to be embarrassed. Mommy just wants the truth"

Mommy. Hearing her refer to herself as mommy made my cock ache in my shorts. It was definitely visible by now. I could feel the precum in my underwear and how hard I was straining against my garments

"I love you," Mom whispered to me. "This doesn't change that."

She dropped her hand from my cheek as she stood up. She walked to the front of the room on the other side of the coffee table. Her body swayed in the most delicious way with the faint light illuminating her best curves.

"I want to try something with you honey," She said with some authority in her voice. "We can stop whenever you'd like or we don't have to do it at all."

Mom stood there for a moment, silhouetted by the soft lamplight. The silk had slipped open even more at the top, revealing her sternum tattoo that ran up between her full, fake breasts. She didn't fix it. Instead, she let her hands fall to the sash of the robe, toying with the knot as she looked at me with those intense blue eyes.

"I've been thinking how I was gonna open my private life up to you, baby," she said quietly, her voice low and steady, carrying that motherly warmth.

"I know you too well, Thomas. I've been noticing the way you look at me sometimes.... I know when you're trying to hide something" She exhaled slowly, her chest rising and falling.

"I don't want to hide my full self anymore. Not from you."

Her fingers tugged gently at the sash. My eyes shot down to witness the knot come undone. She dropped the sash to her sides as the robe parted down the middle, but stayed draped over her shoulders. My eyes examined what was between the parted robe. Her sternum tattoo was now fully visible between those perfect breasts. Her tattooed skin glowed in the warm light, which as I looked down her body, ran all the way to a neatly trimmed patch of hair above her pussy. She was completely naked under her robe.

I was in shock. I couldn't move. I was looking at the same pussy I'd watched Lucy devour just hours earlier. The same pussy that was squirting all over Lucy's face. And the same pussy that I came from. My heart was pounding with so many emotions. I couldn't even begin to unpack what I was feeling at that moment. I sat there, staring at my beautiful mother, dying to know where she was taking this.

"I want to try something with you, honey," she repeated, her voice dropping into that husky murmur. She reached down under the coffee table. The loose robe slipped open completely as her heavy tits spilled free. They hung down in front of her as she retrieved something from under the coffee table. I was now mere feet away from them, and this time she actually wanted me looking.

As she stood back up, her tits now sat outside her robe, parting it even more. I was blown away. They sat so fucking perfectly on her body, even better up close. They were amazingly plump, round, and jiggling with every breath right at me. But my attention was taken off them. In her right hand, she held up my fleshlight. The same fleshlight I had been vigorously fucking while watching her and Lucy earlier.

Mom took a slow step closer, letting the robe slip off her shoulders and pool at her feet. She stood before me completely naked and confident.

"I saw you using this earlier on yourself, Honey" Mom said to me as I looked on, paralysed by my emotions.

"If you're open to it, I think it would be a great first step in opening our lives up with each other if we used this again on you."

Words could not express how dumbfounded I was. Nor could they express how desperately badly I wanted this. This was my mom. The woman who used to tuck me in and make me soup when I was sick. And now she's standing here naked, holding the toy I came in while fantasizing about her. And wanting to use it on me. I should say no. I should run. This is indescribably inappropriate. But I've never been harder in my life. I've never wanted anything more than this.

I sunk deeper into the couch, unimaginably conflicted. I swallowed hard, my voice struggling to get words out. "I... I feel like I'm losing my mind, Mom."

"Oh baby..." My mom responded in a soft, concerned tone. She walked around the coffee table to the couch, bringing the toy with her. She took a seat to my left and put the fleshlight down beside her so she could put her arm around me. I could feel her presence next to me. Her warm naked body radiated heat and arousal into me as she held me. The faint scent of her body lotion and natural musk filled my senses. I slowly began to calm down as she sat there, thinking more clearly about my situation.

"After I saw you this afternoon..." She said softly into my left ear, "I had no idea what to do. All I could think about was how we could go forward. I was just as stressed as you are."

She took a beat. "I was so scared. Scared you'd hate me for what you saw. I wanted to try and make things normal again... And as I thought about it. I realized there is no 'normal' left to go back to. Not the way things were."

She brought herself in closer, her perfect tits were now inches away from my face as I tried as hard as I could to pretend like I didn't notice them. "The only way to go from here is forward, baby. I love you more than anything, all this means is that we can now be a little more... open with everything." My heart skipped a beat hearing that. "I know your heart is racing. But you don't have to be scared or ashamed. Not with me."

Her free hand came up to rest on my chest, right over my pounding heart, while her other arm stayed securely around my shoulders. "This is new and big and confusing... but it's just us. Just Mommy and her boy, being honest with each other."

There it was again. Mommy. I crumbled hearing her call me that. She was my mommy and I'd do anything for her. I was still paralysed with emotion. I sat there as my mothers naked body radiated warmth and comfort into me. I let out a loud exhale and dropped my head down.

As my head dropped, the nipple of one of her heavy breasts brushed my cheek. I shot my head the other way, not wanting to be too pushy with her. I turned my head to face them. They were right there. Those beautiful fake tits took up my entire vision. I could feel the soft, warm weight of them against my face, the faint scent of her skin filling every breath I took.

She didn't pull away. She let me sit there as I took in the moment of being this close.

I snapped out of the trance I was in and brought my vision up towards her face. She was looking right back at me. Watching me absorb every bit of her full breasts, lips parted, eyes dark and patient.

I swallowed hard in panic like I had just been caught. I kept eye contact with her, hoping to convey to her what I wanted to do. After a few seconds of eye contact, she got the message. She let out a small cute chuckle and brought her hand up to my cheek

"You can," she whispered.

That was all she said. And that was all I needed. I turned my head back down to meet her breasts once again and opened my mouth. The soft underside of her breast met my lips first. I kissed it once, hesitant. Then again, higher. My tongue slipped out and tasted the warm skin just below her nipple.

Mom's breath caught. She guided the soft, heavy breast more firmly against my face. The nipple brushed my upper lip. I parted my lips wider and took it in, sucking gently at first then harder as the taste and feel of her flooded every thought in my head. A low, approving sound left her throat.

As her nipple hardened fully against my tongue, Mom's free hand slid from my cheek into my hair, holding me there with gentle pressure. She didn't force me, she simply kept me close while I suckled. The heavy weight of her breast filled my mouth and senses. A soft, throaty hum vibrated through her chest and into me.

"That's it... just like that," she murmured, voice low and warm against the top of my head.

This was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced. My head was clear of thoughts. My moms breasts were all that mattered to me at that moment. My cock throbbed hard enough that it ached. Every slow pull of my mouth on her nipple sent another pulse of heat straight down between my legs.

"It's been awhile since you did this," Mom chuckled through a faint moan. "I can tell you've been thinking about it."

She grabbed my right hand and brought it up to her other boob. She placed my palm in the dead center of it and squeezed my hand with hers, encouraging me to do the same. As her hand returned to gripping my hair, I began furiously gripping her breast, feeling the silicone underneath. I could now feel my precum soaking through my shorts, which she undoubtedly saw by now. But I didn't care anymore. Mom showed me I had nothing to hide. It felt fucking amazing to finally be open with her and finally indulge in was feeling.

The scent of her skin, warm and faintly sweet from lotion, mixed with the sharper edge of her arousal. Mom's fingers tightened in my hair just enough to ease me back an inch. Her nipple left my mouth with a soft, wet sound. A thin strand of saliva connected my lip to the tight peak for a second before breaking. She looked down at me as I looked back up at her, mind completely empty and dying for more.

"Still with me, baby?" she asked quietly with a smile.

I nodded, but I didn't really process what she said. My head was in the clouds. I was living my deepest darkest fantasy. I had no words or thoughts to comprehend what just happened. A small, approving smile curved her lips. She released my hair and reached for the fleshlight she'd set beside her on the couch.

"So what do you think baby? Do you wanna try this with me?" She said as she shook the toy at me with that same, seductive smile.

"I... I don't know how to say no to you," I whispered, voice rough.

She smiled, gentle and almost proud. "Then don't."

She popped up from the couch and walked back to the front of the room, where she had just been standing. Watching her curves sway with each step was a sight to behold when she was naked. My mind filled with all my fantasies I had with her, now actually being able to imagine what her body looked like in them. She reached down to grab a bottle of lube she had also hid with the fleshlight and stood back up to face me. There she stood in the front of the room again, the bottle of lube in one hand and the fleshlight in the other, completely bare and unashamed. The soft light illuminated a faint sheen of saliva still on the nipple I had just been sucking. Her eyes stayed locked on mine as she set both items down on the coffee table.

"Stand up for me, baby," she said, voice low and steady. She looked at me with a soft smile, clearly excited for what she had planned.

I looked at her, still daydreaming while my eyes were locked onto her body. I slowly began to drift back into reality when she spoke up again.

"Come on baby, how else are we going to get those clothes off you."

I pushed myself up off the couch almost involuntarily and stood there as she scanned the length of my body, legs a little unsteady. Her smile softened into something warmer and hungrier as her eyes arrived at my crotch. My hard cock was impossible to miss at this point. It strained hard against the front of my shorts with an obvious wet patch of precum.

She began walking towards me standing there. God she looked amazing. Her curves once again swayed with every step until she arrived right in front of me. She bent down to place the bottle of lube and fleshlight on the coffee table, then stepped in close enough to me that the soft weight of her tits brushed my chest and looked deep into my eyes.

"You know, you have your dads eyes." She whispered as she pressed her body harder against mine, placing her arms over my shoulders. I smiled at her comment as I looked back into her eyes. They stayed locked on mine, bringing her face in closer.

I took a risk and placed my hands on her waist. Her skin felt so soft and warm under my fingertips. Her bodyhead radiated into me through my clothes. My heart continued to pound in my chest. I couldn't fuck this up. This is nearly everything I've ever wanted and I couldn't let myself ruin this opportunity.

"You know..." her voice dropped lower, almost conspiratorial, "... once we start this next part, I might get a little carried away." She brushed her nose against mine, lips hovering so close I could taste her breath. "Dirty talk has a way of slipping out of me when I'm turned on. I might say some things I don't fully mean... things that sound dirtier than they should between a mom and her boy. If anything feels like too much, you just tell me, okay?"

I nodded, throat too tight for words. The warning only made my cock throb harder against the front of my shorts.

"If the words get a little too filthy, it's just the heat talking. Doesn't change that I love you more than anything."

"I love you too, Mom." I mustered, which was met with a soft smile.

"I'm glad, baby. Now turn around for mommy."

God, everytime she referred to herself as mommy it made my heart skip a beat. I obeyed her command and turned around for her. She once again pulled herself in and pressed her body against mine, this time wrapping her arms around my body. She leaned in and pressed the full length of her naked body against my back, squeezing her breasts against my shoulder blades. Her hands began exploring the front of my torso, slowly and sensually.

"Looks like all that working out has been paying off," she said with a chuckle.

"Thanks" was the only word I could muster, said with a slight laugh too.

Her hands continued gliding across my toned body, each finger feeling a ridge in my chest and stomach. It felt as if she was getting to know my body before she had even seen it. Both hands eventually found their way down to the bottom of my shirt.

"Arms up," she said quietly.

I obeyed. She peeled the shirt up and off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. Cool air hit my skin for half a second before I felt her skin back against mine. It felt warmer now that it was skin to skin. She swung her right arm around my shoulders and she walked in front of me, stopping when we were once again face to face, looking deep into each other's eyes. She again rested both of her arms on my shoulders, this time pressing her naked body against my now bare chest.

The heat from her body was almost overwhelming. My body was filled with arousal more and more each second we spent pressed together like this. I was close enough to her face that I could easily lean in and try to kiss her, but there was no way I could bring myself to do that, no matter how much I wanted to.

My cock throbbed so hard it hurt, trapped and leaking against the inside of my shorts. I needed my mommy. I needed her help. If I had my way, I'd turn her around right now and fuck her as deep as I could. I was hoping so bad that's where we were headed, but I just had to wait and see. It was clear she had a plan for the evening.

"You're shaking a little," she whispered with a soft smile.

I'm surprised it took her this long to notice. I think I had been shaking since the moment I spotted her stripping by the pool with Lucy earlier this afternoon. I have not been able to relax almost all day, not even a little bit. The forbidden desire I have for her has been getting realized at light speed since this afternoon. It was so much to process.

"Y... Yeah. Today has been a lot for me." I responded faintly.

"It's okay. I've got you, baby."

Mom's hands lifted from my shoulders and slid down my back, dragging her long painted nails across it. Her hands soon reached my waist, where she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and underwear together. She didn't pull them down yet. She just held them there, thumbs stroking the skin just above the fabric, while she looked up at me with that same patient, hungry expression.

She suddenly sank to her knees in front of me without another word. Oh my god. The sight of my own mother, naked, eye-level with the obvious bulge straining my shorts almost made my knees buckle right there. I felt the heat of her breath through the fabric and a faint, helpless moan escaped me.

"Mom..."

"Shh." She looked up, smiling. "Just let me."

She peeled my shorts and underwear down together in one slow drag. My cock sprang free, almost slapping her face as it adjusted to the unrestrained open air. All 7.5 inches of me sat bare, the head shiny and leaking. The image of my moms face sitting right next to my own hard, thick cock almost made me explode. Mom's eyes darkened. She didn't look away. She just stared at it for a long second like she was memorizing every vein.

"God, baby..." she breathed as a smile crossed her face. "You're bigger than I expected." Her voice had gone lower, rougher. "No wonder you needed that toy so badly."

She swiftly grabbed the fleshlight and lube sitting next to her on the coffee table. She popped up and sat down on the couch, her curves moving with every motion. She sat all the way back on the couch with her legs parted, exposing her pussy. She was clearly wet.

I once again couldn't move. I stood there scanning my moms amazing body, getting even harder. Seeing that my mom was actually turned on was almost hard to believe. It made me feel so validated in my desires. It made me feel so wanted by the one person who I want so bad myself.

"You're staring," she whispered.

"Can't help it," I admitted. My voice came out rough. "You're... fuck, Mom. You're perfect."

She laughed to herself with a hungry smile. Her eyes never left my cock.

"I wanna do this whole you sit between my legs babe. I wanna hold you while we play."

My legs carried me forward before my brain finished processing the words. The couch dipped as I lowered myself, careful not to put too much weight on her, but she pulled me back firmly until my spine rested against the warm, full press of her tits. Her arms wrapped around my torso. She once again began rubbing my chest up and down, this time skin to skin. I watched my cock strain with pleasure with each caress of her hands. They slid around my body until she made her way down to my waist grabbing it from behind and pulling me in close, locking me in place.

I could feel every soft curve of her on my back. Her nipples faintly pressed into my upper back with each breath she took, the wet heat of her pussy brushing the small of my back whenever she shifted. Sitting in my moms arms naked with her felt so comforting and right. The scent of her clean skin and unmistakable feminine arousal washed over me.

"There we go," she murmured against the shell of my ear. "Just like that. You're safe with me."

She effortlessly shifted me to be slightly to her left, freeing up the right side of her body. I now sat in her lap with her left arm around me, while her beautiful face and impeccable tattooed body and tits sat right next to my head. The surprising sight of them next to me melted my brain further.

The soft click of the bottle opening was obscenely loud in the quiet room. I hadn't even noticed her picking it up. Before I could even process it, cool gel was spilling across the head of my cock in slow, deliberate squirts. She continued squirting a healthy amount of lube down the underside of my cock, finishing right above my swollen balls. I hissed through my teeth, hips twitching helplessly into her body.

"Sensitive already," she whispered, voice thick with amusement and hunger. "Poor baby. Mommy's going to take such good care of this big cock."

I felt like I could cum with the slightest touch of my cock. I was so horny. So horny for her. I was her baby and I was ready to do whatever she asked of me. She coated the inside of the fleshlight next. The wet sound of her fingers working lube into the soft silicone made my cock once again flex with arousal and anticipation. She set the lube down and took the fleshlight in her right hand. It was time.

I watched her lower the entrance of the fleshlight towards the underside of my cock. The second it made contact, I let out a small gasp. The cool lube met with the pressure of the silicone felt so relieving and arousing after being so horny for so long.

She used the entrance of it to spread the lube that she had dribbled on my cock. She worked the toy up and down the length of my cock, waiting to insert it into the toy. Once my cock was completely coated in lube, she positioned the entrance of the fleshlight right above my head.

Without giving me any time to think, she pressed the soft, lubed entrance of the fleshlight against the shiny head of my cock and held it there. Just resting. My head was just barely penetrating the entrance of the toy. The cool silicone kissed the most sensitive skin while the lube from the toy slowly dripped down onto my shaft. The fresh lube gliding down my cock felt amazing.

"Shh... easy, baby," she breathed against my ear, voice still soft. "Mommy's going to take such good care of you. No rushing. Just feel."

She began to rotate the toy in the tiniest circles while keeping it just barely around the head of my cock. She worked the head of my length perfectly, responding to every slight moan or squirm I made with another little twist, filling me with pleasure. The wet, silky movements were maddeningly gentle. Her free arm stayed wrapped around the back of my neck. Her hand gripped my shoulder, as if she was keeping me in my place. Every slow breath she took made her nipples drag across my cheeks.

"God, Look how pretty this big cock looks already," she murmured, still patient. "So fucking hard for your Mommy. Just like that. Breathe for me."

My own fucking mom was jerking me off. It was actually happening. I didn't need to fantasize about it anymore. The whole world ceased to exist for me in that moment. In some crazy, unethical way, my deepest darkest desires were being realized to nearly the fullest extent.

She slowly began easing the toy farther down on my head. She moved the toy at a snail's pace, one fraction of an inch down at a time. The fleshlight started swallowing my head with a slow, deliberate suck. Lube squelched softly with even just the slightest movement. She paused right when the toy enveloped my entire head, letting me feel the tight ring of silicone pulsing around the ridge. She then began the shortest, softest strokes imaginable. They barely had an inch of movement. She moved the toy up and down focusing on working my head almost to the point of madness, twisting gently at the apex each time.

Minutes stretched on and on. It felt like an eternity had passed since I had arrived home. She kept the pace almost lazy, the wet sound quiet and rhythmic. Her amazing fake tits continued to brush my face every so often. Eventually, she brought her head down to my ear.

"That's my good boy... just sit here in Mommy's lap and let me play with you... let Mommy take care of this aching cock."

It felt so amazing. So indescribably amazing

"Doesn't it feel good? Being open like this. Just the two of us. You're safe. You're wanted. Mommy's right here."

Her words sank into me like a dagger. I felt so comfortable and so good. I couldn't get over that it was finally happening.

Her free hand drifted from my shoulder up to my head. She pulled me in closer to her with every passing moment. The fleshlight continued its slow, almost loving glide up and down. The strokes eventually graduated from just my head to sinking lower and lower with each repetition. Despite the fuller strokes now, mom stayed very careful and measured. I could tell she had planned each action in advance. Soon, the strokes went halfway down, then back up with a soft twist. Halfway, then a little deeper. The heat built so gradually it felt endless.

I began to get used to the rhythm. At first, my arousal was that of anticipation and surprise, allowing shocks of pleasure to fill my body with each movement she made. As we started to get settled in, the feelings shifted to be nothing but pure, unfiltered pleasure at all times. Nothing had ever felt this good to me. My cock pulsated with pleasure. My hips slowly began to buck with each stroke.

"Your throbs in the toy are so cute, baby." Mom whispered in my ear, keeping the exact same rhythm. "I love how needy you are for me." she murmured, pressing a soft kiss just below my ear.

God I fucking love this woman. I wanted to cum, but the euphoric state I was in was too much to leave behind. She lengthened the strokes by another inch, still unhurried. The silicone gripped tighter on every upstroke, releasing with a wet kiss on the down. Her voice stayed low and warm, but a new edge of hunger began to color the words.

"God, the way it throbs every time I twist... Mommy could do this for hours. Just sit here with her naked baby boy and stroke you until you're shaking."

She added a firmer pressure on the downstroke now, burying me a little deeper each time. The wet sounds grew thicker. The pace slowly picked up. Her arm around my head slowly began to run through my hair, pulling on it ever so slightly with each stroke. Without warning, She gripped a clump of my hair and turned my entire head to face hers. We were now face to face while she stroked, mere inches apart. We looked deep into each other's eyes once again.

"Look at you," she said, voice low and thick. "My big strong boy, sitting here shaking while Mommy strokes his cock. I can feel how desperate you're getting."

Her eyes stayed locked on mine. The fleshlight kept its slow, deliberate glide up and down at a rock solid pace. I stared back at her, mouth agape in arousal. I could hardly think. All I could think about was her. She was everything.

Without thinking, I inched my face closer to hers. I closed my eyes, hoping to be met with what I wanted. To my delight, my mouth met hers. Her lips were warm and soft from her lip filler. Our lips pressed together in a slow, deep kiss. It wasn't rushed or frantic, but much more calm and loving. I brushed my tongue against the seam of her lips once, almost to ask for more.

She suddenly strengthened her grip on my hair, brought me in closer, and kissed me back hard. All the while the toy continued its measured strokes on my cock. Her fake tits pressed firmly against my upper chest now. It didn't take long before our tongues were sliding, slow and wet, tasting each other while she kept working me with that same unhurried rhythm. She then broke the kiss and pulled my head away from hers.

She looked back at me with a smile, once again staring into my soul. She pushed the fleshlight suddenly as deep as it could go down onto my cock, keeping her grip on my hair to keep me from looking away. I moaned as I arched my back in pleasure, doing my best to keep eye contact.

"There," she whispered. "Now you've kissed your mommy."

She kept her grip on my hair and resumed her strokes like nothing happened. The pace stayed controlled, but the strokes became fuller, almost reaching the base, then a long, slow pull that dragged every texture of the over the head before plunging back down. She varied the rhythm carefully: three long glides, then a series of short, focused pumps right under the head, then back to deep and slow. Always building, never rushing.

I stared into her eyes as she kept my head focused on her, her aroused smile never wavering. Her hand worked the toy with calculated motions, never breaking eye contact. Her body swayed with each movement as she cared for me in the most intimate way she knew how. The living room felt smaller, filled only with the sound of her gentle voice and my ragged breathing and moans.

"Let's make that mouth useful again, baby."

Before I could even process her words, her grip on my hair tightened and she was once again guiding my head towards her. I closed my eyes and widened my mouth, expecting another kiss. But this time, she moved my head downwards, planting my mouth on the end of her right breast.

The soft weight of her filled fake tit pressed against my lips. I opened wider without thinking and took as much of her as I could, tongue flattening against the end of her nipple while my lips sealed around the firm curve. She let go of my hair, knowing I wouldn't move from this position. She let out a low, approving groan as I latched onto her.

"That's it... good boy. Suck on Mommy's tits while she strokes this pretty cock."

Throughout all of this, her hand never stopped moving the fleshlight. The variation of strokes continued, slightly beginning to increase in intensity once again. My mom was a master. I was in heaven and I wanted this to never end.

"Tell me how much you love having your cock milked while you're trapped against Mommy's tits"

When I could only moan through her nipple in my mouth, she laughed in the sexiest way imaginable against my ear and gradually increased the intensity. It was noticeable this time. Longer strokes. Firmer twists. A little more speed on the upstroke so the toy slapped softly against my pelvis.

"That's it Thomas. Look at you trying to stay still. Good boy. Mommy loves playing with her boy"

Her words began to come through moans. I was sucking furiously on her breast. I worked her nipple with my tongue, occasionally nibbling on it to the sound of a large moan. She was rewarding my work with the fleshlight.

"This big cock was made to sit in Mommy's lap and get stroked like a toy, wasn't it? Made to throb and leak while Mommy holds you down and takes her time ruining you."

I was melting at her words. Hearing my mom talk to me like that filled my mind with satisfaction and pleasure. My mom watched me grow up. She was there for me through the highest of highs and lowest of lows. I felt like I unlocked a completely new way to love my mom. One that I couldn't wait to explore more.

"Feel how tight it gets when I twist at the top..." She said as she nearly took my cock completely out of the toy, twisting the entrance around the very top of my head.

I let out a deep, unfiltered moan "That's it baby... Mommy makes sure every inch of this thick cock feels good. You're not finishing until I say, baby. Not until Mommy's ready to milk every drop out of these heavy balls."

Her strokes grew stronger still. Her deep, full plunges down onto my cock pushed me to my limits, then slow, torturous withdrawals that made the silicone grip and drag. Spread out by sudden bursts of faster pumping focused just under the head, only to drop back into long, dominating strokes again.

"You're mine right now," she growled softer, the dominance blooming fully. "This cock belongs to Mommy. Say it while I stroke you. Louder."

"My cock belongs to Mommy." I moaned, breifly removing myself from her breast nearly out of breath.

When the words left my mouth she rewarded me with a fiercer rhythm. It was still controlled, still varied, but much heavier and intentional. The fleshlight slapped and sucked. Her tits crushed harder against my back. Her words turned to pure filth against my ear.

"Mommy's going to keep working this perfect cock until you're shaking and begging. Until you paint the inside of this toy just because she told you to. And when you finally cum, you're going to thank Mommy for milking every last drop out of her baby boy's heavy balls."

She kept slowing just enough to make me ache, then building again, strokes intense and ever-changing. She strung the pleasure out without mercy while my mouth stayed locked against her perfect tits.

Her strokes kept climbing. The variation never stopped, but every cycle grew heavier, deeper, more demanding. The silicone felt like it was squeezing tighter around my cock with every passing moment. It was harder and harder to hold back what I knew was coming. The wet slap of the toy against my pelvis grew louder. Lube ran down my balls and onto her thighs. My hips jerked helplessly in her lap, but she never let me set the pace.

I stayed latched onto her breast, tongue working the stiff nipple, when the intensity became nearly unbearable. Every stroke forced a broken moan out of me against her soft breast. My balls drew up tight. I was shaking, panting, drooling around her nipple, completely lost in the sensation of being milked by my own mother.

She leaned down, lips brushing my ear, voice low and knowing.

"I know what you really want, baby... You don't just want Mommy's hand and this toy. You want to fuck me. You want to sink this thick cock into Mommy's pussy and breed her. Don't you?"

The words hit me like a dumptruck. I moaned hard around her breast, hips bucking harder. She only stroked fast. Her variation was gone. The fleshlight now moved in long, powerful strokes that never slowed, twisting hard on every upstroke so the entrance gripped and dragged over the most sensitive part of my head.

"It's okay," she whispered, hot against my ear. "Mommy knows. She knew this afternoon. You can admit it while she milks this cock. Tell me you want to fuck your mommy."

I pulled off her breast just enough to gasp, "I want to fuck you... God, Mommy, I want to fuck you..."

She rewarded me instantly. The strokes turned punishing. The toy slamming down to the base and ripping back up with wet, filthy sounds. Her free arm locked tighter around me, crushing me against her tits. Her voice stayed right in my ear.

"That's my good boy. Cum for Mommy. Give me every drop while you think about burying that cock in me."

She plunged the toy all the way down and held, grinding the silicone against the base of my cock in tight little circles.

I came hard.

My whole body arched against her as the first thick pulse ripped out of me. Rope after rope flooded the toy. Once it was clear I was cumming, she continued stroking through my orgasm. It was almost torturous. The strokes were now slow, deep, and relentless. She wanted every last spurt out of my balls. I shook violently in her lap as she worked me through the entire orgasm, never letting the pleasure peak and fade too quickly. Cum eventually began leaking out the bottom of the toy.

"That's it... good boy... milk it all out for Mommy," she murmured. "Every drop. Just like that. Mommy's got you."

Even after the last weak spurts, she kept moving the toy in gentle, slow strokes, coaxing the final sensitive aftershocks while I trembled against her, gasping, completely spent and still locked in her arms.

She eventually removed the toy from my length. The sensation of it coming off while still on the comedown from such an intense orgasm was brutal. Once it cleared my head, the cum spilled out of the toy all over my torso.

"You sure made a mess." Mom said with a chuckle as she set the toy aside.

She didn't care. She turned my body toward hers and held me in her arms. I could barely build up the strength to assist her motions. We laid face to face on the couch together. I could feel her fake tits against my chest as I sat with my head over her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around my torso and held me in tight.

One hand stroked slowly up and down my side while the other ran through damp hair on the back of my head. Her lips pressed soft, lingering kisses along my temple and cheek.

"Shh... I've got you," she murmured, voice warm and steady again. "Just breathe, baby. You did so good for Mommy. So fucking good."

She held me like that for a long quiet minute. Her bare skin stayed pressed to mine, soft and grounding. When my breathing finally evened out, she tilted my face up so our eyes met. Her expression was soft, almost tender, but there was a quiet certainty underneath it.

"How are you doing baby?"

It took me a minute to gather my words, "I couldn't be doing better, Mom."

She smiled back at me. A smile of pure joy.

"This... this is only the beginning," she said, voice low. "I've been thinking all afternoon about how to open this up between us without rushing, without breaking anything that matters. I have an idea on how I wanna explore this new part of our relationship the right way."

She paused and looked at me for a second, keeping that joyous smile on her face.

"I can't wait to show you this side of my life, Thomas. You're going to love it."

She kissed me once more, slow and lingering, then gently helped me sit up on the couch. She then stood, completely unashamed in her nakedness, and looked down at me with a small, knowing smile.

"How would you feel if we made this a clothing optional house? Just when the two of us are here?"

It didn't take me long to answer, "I'd love that, Mom."

She chucked at how eager I was, "I bet you would baby. I bet you would."

She looked down at me, almost as if she was pondering something. The tension between us was real now, no longer one sided. I clearly wanted her, and I think she clearly wanted me too. Mom eventually broke the silence.

"Can you keep this week clear for me baby? I want to organize some stuff for us."

I did have a few plans this week, but it wasn't really a question on whether or not I'd cancel them now.

"I'm completely free." I responded proudly.

A smile once again donned her face "That's what I like to hear. I'll surprise you. I have some ideas for us."

She began walking out of the living room towards the hallway. Her immaculate body swayed like always with each step.

"Come shower with me when you're ready," she said, already turning toward the hallway. "I'll leave the door open."

She strutted down the hallway without looking back

"Mom!" I called out right as she was about to leave my sightline.

She turned her head towards me, but kept her back facing me. Her amazing ass jiggled as she stopped in her tracks, almost as if she was intentionally teasing me. My eyes locked on to it, but quickly looked up at her face to get my words out.

"You know the stuff you said at the end? The... sex stuff? Did you really mean that or was that you just getting carried away?"

She looked down, almost embarrassed with that cute smile on her face once again. She thought for a few seconds, before looking back up at me.

"Wouldn't you like to know." She said in a teasing tone.

Before I could even find the words to respond, she was once again strutting down the hall and in her master bedroom. I caught one last glimpse of her glorious ass before she turned the corner and was gone, leaving me sitting there, still catching my breath, with thoughts rushing through my mind of what was next for us.