Helping Hand

I had just got home from work. As I got to the top of the stairs, I heard a strange noise. I stopped and listened. I heard it again. It was coming from my son Luke's room.

He's nineteen, so I try to respect his privacy as much as I can. I started to walk past, but then I heard it again. It sounded like he was in pain.

I decided I couldn't ignore it. I gently tapped on his door. "Are you ok in there, darling?"

"Shit," he explained. "Yeah, Mum, I'm fine. Uunhh."

"Are you sure, love? You don't sound it. Maybe I should come in." I began to open the door.

"No, it's fine, don't--" there was panic in his voice.

Once in the room, he had the duvet covering his legs. He looked embarrassed.

"What's going on, sweetheart?" I asked, trying hard to make my tone seem non-confrontational, hoping this would help him open up.

"It's nothing," he said, and slightly winced.

"It's something. It's ok, you can tell me. You know you can always talk to your old mum," I said, smiling a reassuring smile.

His voice dropped in tone and volume. He looked at the floor. "I can't tell you. It's too embarrassing. I can't believe this has happened."

"It's ok, sweetheart. I promise. I'm here, I'm not going to judge you. You can tell me."

He looked up at me. I could tell he was thinking. "Me and Laura had a fight," he said.

Laura was his girlfriend. Truth be told, I wasn't super keen on her, but I always kept that to myself. I nodded.

"It was last night. It was a silly thing--I thought she cheated on me and it got a bit heated."

"I see." I knew she couldn't be trusted.

"But this afternoon she came over. I thought we were going to make up, but..."

"But what, sweetie? It's ok, you can tell me."

"She had other ideas. She came to get her revenge."

"What did she do?" I was becoming increasingly anxious about what she had done to my poor baby.

He took a deep breath. "She spiked my drink. She put more than the maximum dose of Viagra in my tea. Now I'm... well, you know."

Fuck, I thought. This is not what I expected him to say. I don't know what to do. That little bitch, how could she do this to my baby.

"Oh, darling, how umm, how bad is it?" I asked nervously.

"Pretty bad, Mum. I mean, I don't know how to say it, but I'm so hard right now. Like harder than I've ever been, harder than I thought possible. I'm so hard it hurts, and it won't go down."

God, this is embarrassing, I thought. But I'm going to have to ask. "Have you tried, you know, masturbating? Maybe once you cum it will go down."

"God, this is humiliating. Yes, but I can't seem to cum. It just isn't happening, and it's getting more painful."

"Maybe we need to go to the hospital."

"NO," he said abruptly. "I can't. That's just too embarrassing."

"It's ok, sweetie. We don't have to go. It's ok. We will figure this out."

He winced again. "Thanks, Mum. It's just... I can't believe this is happening. Fuck, I just need to cum. Sorry I should say that to you, but god."

"It's ok." He was in pain. I had to find a way to help him. I didn't know what else to do, so I said, "If we're not going to see a doctor, I think you're going to have to let me have a look?"

His eyes widened in shock. "What?"

"I know, honey, but I need to see what's going on. I promise, it's ok. It's just me, ok?"

He nodded and took a deep breath, and pulled the duvet back.

And there it was. His hard cock. Fuck, I thought. He's bigger than his father. God, it's so hard. Shit, am I getting turned on? No, that's silly. I put the thought out of my head. So big and hard, not huge--at the bigger side of average. It had been years since I had seen any other cock other than my husband's, and to be honest, our sex life had become nonexistent. I still loved him; we just sort of stopped having sex at some point. Now I was staring at my son's very impressive, very hard cock. Fuck, I was feeling things I shouldn't. Just forget about it and help him, I told myself.

"Ok, honey," I sucked in the air. "Remember I love you. I'm going to help you, but you have to promise never to tell anyone, understand?"

"What do you mean?" he said, looking confused.

"You need to cum. We can't go to the doctors. So I will help you cum. Ok?"

"Are you serious? You'd do that for me?"

"Of course. I'm your mother. I love you so much. I hate seeing you in pain. I'm just doing this to help you because of what that horrible girl had done to you." I think I might be trying to justify it, what I was doing.

"Thank you, Mum. I promise it's our secret. I need this so bad."

I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock. The heat it was giving off was intense. It felt so good in my hand. I knew it shouldn't, but it was so big and hard. But it was more than that, it felt like it belonged. It's hard to explain.

He let out a low moan. "Is this ok?" I asked.

"Yes, Mum, that feels really good." He throbbed in my hand. "Mmmh," he moaned. He looked at me and realised the moan had been out loud. He looked a little embarrassed.

"It's ok, sweetheart. You can moan. It's just me here. Let it out. Mummy doesn't mind." Did I just call myself Mummy? What the fuck is wrong with me? But when I did, his cock twitched hard. Maybe he liked it.

"Mmmh, thank you, Mum. Yes, oh god, uuumph, yes."

I loved hearing his moan. I know it's wrong, but fuck, this is the closest I've come to anything like sex in at least a year. My panties were definitely wet, even if I would deny it.

I stroked his dick, but he didn't seem to be getting close. I slipped off the bed. I was on the floor between his legs, still stroking his cock. "Maybe a little visual aid might help," I said, smiling at him. I let go of his cock, and he groaned. I opened my blouse and lifted my breast out of my bra.

"Fucking hell," he exclaimed.

"Ok, sweetie," I asked. "I know my tits aren't like those young girls', but I thought it might help."

"Fuck, Mum, they are incredible. I shouldn't be enjoying my mother's tits, but god, Mum, look at them. They're amazing. So much better than Laura's. Fuck."

That was a real ego boost. To hear a young man tell you your tits are better than a teenager's, it's pretty good. Then I asked, "So you like Mummy's tits then?"

"Yes, much. You have no idea. God, I'd..." he stopped.

"Go on, honey. You can say it."

"I love them. I want to touch them."

"You can, honey, if you want."

He reached forward and squeezed them, massaged them. Fuck, it felt good. He kneaded them.

I was jerking him faster now. "You like Mummy's tits," I smiled. "Good. I want you to cum on them."

"Really?"

"Yes. Do it. Cum on Mummy's tits." I smiled up at him. I could hear his breathing becoming shallow. This was doing it for him. "That's it. Go on, be a good boy and cover Mummy's tits. I know you want to." I couldn't believe I was saying this. Even though it had been a while back when we did have sex more regularly, I would never have let my husband cum on me, but I was going to let him out. More than let--I also wanted him to.

"Oh, for fuck, Mum, I'm going to cum. Ummmf, I am going to cum," he grunted.

I pointed his cock at my tits. "Good boy. Cum for Mummy. Cover my tits."

With that, he let out a long, deep moan and shot rope after rope of cum. Spraying my tits. Fuck, it was so hot. It was a big thick load that dripped off my tits. I felt so slutty. I loved it, even if I wasn't ready to admit it.

After the last rope of cum had left him, he fell back on the bed, panting. There was silence as we both bathed in the moment.

Finally, he spoke. "Wow, Mum, that was... fucking incredible. I mean, that felt so good. Fuck."

"Thank you, sweetie," I said. I looked down. He was still hard. How? After all that cum. "Umm, sweetie, you still seem hard. Is it going down?"

"Umm, it isn't. Sorry." He looked nervously around the room. "I feel better for cumming, but I think Laura was particularly angry and gave me a mega dose of it, so I'm still hard."

"My poor baby." I stared at his cock. "Maybe... umm, maybe..." I couldn't say it, so I just went for it. I leaned forward and started licking his hard cock.

"Oh, fuck," he gasped.

I smiled and licked all the way up his shaft, teasing the head with my tongue. I planted a kiss on top and then took him in my mouth.

"Oh, god, Mum, fuck, are you sure? Shit." His head leaned back, and I began sucking on my own son's cock. Who the fuck was I anymore? I was sucking him and loving it. My head bobbed up and down. My hand went into my panties and started playing with my pussy. It was so wet. I was so turned on by this.

I was rubbing my clit while I sucked his cock. This was so hot. "Mmmmm," I moaned around his cock.

"Oh, fuck, yes. That's so good. No one ever made me feel like this. Oh god, Mum, fuck, right there."

I could feel him throb in my throat. I took him all in my mouth. He groaned louder. I was rubbing my clit, feeling my own orgasm build.

"Yes, yes, I'm going to cum, Mum. I'm fucking cumming." I felt him spurt his load into my mouth and swallowed it. Fuck, he tasted delicious, but it was too much, and I lost control and came right in front of him. I screamed in pleasure as his cock fell out of my mouth.

He stared at me as I came undone. "Wow," he said. I could feel some cum dripping down the corner of my mouth.

"Wow, Mum. Fuck, that's something else." He paused for a second, like you said he wanted to say something but wasn't sure how to say it.

Then he said, "Were you umm, you know... umm, touching yourself?"

I felt embarrassed. Fuck, what must he think? There's no point lying, I thought. I looked up at him and said, "Yes. Sorry, sweetheart."

"Don't be sorry. That was so fucking hot. Did it turn you on?"

Was he enjoying this too? Oh god, this is so wrong, but I don't know. I'm so turned on, and so is he. Fuck.

"You like how turned on I am? Even though I'm your mother? Even though I'm old?"

"I love it. You're not old. You're beautiful. Fuck, you're so hot. I'm your son, and you don't mind, so why should I?"

"It's been a long time. Your dad hasn't touched me in so long, and your cock is so beautiful. I should say this, but fuck--you're bigger than your father." I could see him smirk. He liked that.

"Maybe I can..." he said nervously.

"What, sweetheart?"

He took a deep breath. "Maybe I can help you out, you know, if Dad isn't going to. I could."

"Oh, sweetie, you can't do that. It's too much."

"But I want to. You can't seem that wrong after you've sucked my cock."

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I want this. I'm really struggling to resist. "I umm, I..." I couldn't find the words.

"Can I see your umm..." I paused before saying the word. "Can I see your pussy?"

I shouldn't. I know, but something inside me compelled him. He'd seen my tits, and I'd seen his dick, so I guess it wasn't that bad.

I pulled my jeans off, peeled my panties away from my wet pussy, and spread my legs for him.

He stared right at my pussy. I felt so exposed, but also somehow it just felt right. "Wow, Mum," he said, stunned. "Wow."

I looked up at him. "Fuck, it's gorgeous. Fuck, sorry. It's so wet. Fuck, so sexy. I love it."

"Thank you," I said, slightly embarrassed by the compliment.

"It looks so good. I want to. Umm, can I lick it?"

I couldn't believe he asked that. "I don't know."

"Do you not like it? It's ok. I just thought you might. Sorry."

"No, it's not that. I love having someone going down on me, and it's been years since your father has done that. He never really liked doing it. But it's just..."

"Then let me. Please, Mum. I'll make you feel so good. I want to make you cum on my face."

I needed this. I wanted this. When he said that, I was done. I couldn't resist. I stood up, walked over to his desk, and sat on it, spreading my legs wide. "Come, be a good boy and eat your mother's pussy till she cums."

He got down between my legs. His hot breath against my clit felt amazing. He sniffed my scent--that was erotic to me. As he kissed me, I felt a surge of energy. His lick up my slit, before it probed my hole. I could feel my juices leaking onto his tongue. I honestly don't know if I had ever been this wet. Then his tongue made contact with my clit. Fuck, it was pure ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck, right there. Yes, mmm, yes, baby. You're making Mummy feel so good." His tongue flicked my clit, sending electricity through my body, then sucked on my clit. "Yes, that's it. Suck on Mummy's clit."

I could feel my orgasm building. He pushed a finger into my pussy, fucking me with his fingers and sucking on my clit. "Oh, yes, I... oh god, I'm going to cum. Fuck." I screamed as I came on his face. It was the most intense orgasm of my life. I felt it all over my body.

He stood up, my juices covering his face. His rock-hard cock was now inches from my pussy. I took it in his hands and pointed it at my pussy. "Go on. Do it. Fuck Mummy."

He guided his cock into my wet cunt. It slipped in like a hot knife through butter. We both groaned in unison. "Oh, god, you feel so good, Mum."

"Yes, oh sweetie, your cock feels perfect."

He started to thrust into me. "That's it. Fuck me. Oh god, yes, do it. Fuck me hard."

He pounded into me with long, powerful thrusts. His hard cock felt so good inside me. Like nothing had ever felt before.

"Oh god, Mum, you feel so good. Fuck, yes," he grunted. "It's so good. I love it. Fuck, so much, Mum. I love you."

His rhythmic pounding was sending me over the edge. I'm going to cum, but I never cum from penetration. Fuck, his cock is so good. "I love you too, sweetheart. Ooh, fuck, that's it. Mummy is going to cum. Yes, yes, fuck, I'm cumming." I screamed as my body convulsed. Pure fucking pleasure.

"God, yes, cum, Mum, cum for me. Shit, yes, I'm going to cum." Before I could say anything, he pulled out and shot the biggest load of cum I'd ever seen. He covered me, my tummy, my tits, my neck. His cum was everywhere. I felt like a fucking whore, and I loved it.

After, he fell back on the bed, and I stayed on the desk. Neither of us said anything for a bit. Both exhausted from the act.

I looked over, and it fully looked like his cock was finally deflating. I saw the time. "I have to get cleaned up. Your father will be home soon."

I got up and grabbed my clothes and headed to the door. I turned back. "Remember, we can never mention this to anyone. Understand?"

"I understand, Mum. I promise. It's our secret. And Mum..." he paused. "Thank you for helping me."

As I got into the shower, my mind was spinning. What the fuck had I done? What happened to me? I couldn't believe that I'd fucked my own son, and the truth was, I loved it. I hadn't cum that hard in years. Had my husband ever made me feel like that? Right now, I wasn't sure.

As I scrubbed my son's cum off my body, I thought of Mike. I'd never cheated, not in all our years together, and now I had betrayed him.

Once Mike got home from work, he came in and hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek like he did every night. I had to try hard to be normal. I couldn't let him suspect anything.

The three of us sat down to dinner, trying to be normal. It was hard. All I could think about was my son's cock and how it made me cum so hard. Snap out of it, I thought to myself. Mike kept asking me and Luke about our days. We both tried to answer normally, but I could feel the tension in the air.

As we were getting ready for bed, Mike said, "Everything ok?"

"Fine. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know. You and Luke just felt off. Did something happen?"

"No, nothing happened," I said defensively. "Everything seems fine to me."

He didn't push it any further, and I was glad of it. We read for a bit before turning the lights out to sleep. Soon he was snoring away, but I could not sleep. All I could think about was what I had done. Reliving it in my mind. The more I thought about it, the more turned on I became. I felt myself getting wet again.

I looked over at Mike. He was dead to the world, snoring away. I slipped my hand into my panties and rubbed my clit. Fuck, I was so horny. I tried to think of Mike, but my mind kept taking me back to that after with Luke.

I was now masturbating while thinking about my own son. I'm a terrible mother. My hand wasn't working. I knew what I needed. I slipped out of bed and crept to the door quietly. I checked, Mike did not stir. I crept down the hall till I was outside Luke's room.

I couldn't believe what I was doing. I slowly pushed his bedroom door open and very softly asked, "Sweetie, are you awake?"

"Yeah, Mum. I can't sleep," he replied.

"Me too, sweetie. I can't stop thinking about earlier." The next words just came tumbling out. "I loved it, and I need it again. I'm sorry. I can't help it."

"Don't be sorry. I want you, Mum. All I thought about is fucking you again."

He pulled the covers back to reveal he was naked and his cock was getting hard again. "Do you want to get into bed, Mum?"

I shook my head. "No. We can't do it here, not this close to your father. He might wake if he hears us. I'm going downstairs. Give it a minute, then come meet me in the kitchen." He nodded.

I got to the kitchen. I pulled my panties off, leaving just my pyjama top on, and bent over the dining table, waiting for him. Just a few moments later, he came in. "Fuck, Mum, you..."

"Don't make me wait any longer. I need your cock. Come fuck your mother right now."

He didn't take any convincing. He stood behind me and pushed his cock deep into my hungry cunt.

"Fuck, yes, baby. That's it. Mummy needs this. Fuck her. Fuck her good."

"Yes, Mum. You feel so good. Fuck, I love your pussy."

"Its all yours, sweetie."

He was pounding into me with long, hard thrusts. It felt so good. I slapped my arse. Fuck, if Mike even thought about touching my bum during sex, I would have freaked out, but something about him doing it turned me on even more.

"I love your arse, Mum. It's so sexy."

"Ummm, yeah. You think so?"

He slapped the other cheek. "Oh yes. It's fucking gorgeous."

He was pounding hard. The table was shaking. I hoped it hadn't woken Mike, but to be honest, I was so lost in the passion I didn't care.

"Mmm, yes, Mum. Fuck, you feel so good. I love being in you." His breathing was getting pretty heavy.

"I love your cock. Fuck, it feels so good inside Mummy's warm cunt. You're going to make Mummy cum soon," I groaned.

"Fuck, yes. I'm going to cum, Mum."

"Do it. Be a good boy and cum for Mummy." As I said it, I lost control and started to cum. And I could feel him cumming too.

I collapsed onto the dining room table. He slowly pulled out. As he did, I felt his cum run out of my pussy and down my legs.

There had been no excuse this time. I wanted him. I wanted my son, and I let him fuck the shit out of me. I hadn't felt like this in years. I loved it, and I knew I wanted more. Fuck, this was fucked up. I even let him cum in me. I had no idea where to go from here. What had we started?