Awkward

Author’s note:

*This is an edited version*

Credits to s0rethr0at for helping me edit the story.

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Disclaimer:

All characters are above 18 years old. The story is mostly but not strictly under the incest/taboo genre.

This is my first story and attempt. Still trying to figure out how this works. Appreciate the patience to read through my story and hope that it’ll provide some entertainment.

“JASON! JASON!”

I heard someone calling my name faintly. Slowly it became louder, and I began to open my eyes. Dazed, I saw my Mum looking worried, holding me. My eyes adjusted to the bright light in the room. Confused, I tried to sit up but felt incredible pain in my body.

“Don’t move!” I heard her say.

As my vision became clearer, I realized I was in the hospital.

“You got into an accident, Jason.” I grabbed my head and tried to remember.

I remembered going on a trip with my friends. They were a wild bunch, and we were speeding down the highway. That was the last I could remember.

I looked around and saw my hands in a cast. Mom told me I had fractured my arms and would need a while to recover.

I saw a doctor walk in; she was mature-looking but still attractive for her age. She had short hair and glasses.

“You’re a lucky kid. I’m not sure how, but you didn’t break any bones. But we’re going to have you in a cast for a few days, just in case. You are free to go home now.”

My body was in pain as I slowly walked. Mom held me as I left the hospital. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this close physically to my Mom. I had never felt safer.

My dad passed on when I was still young, so Mom was the pillar of the family. She raised both my older sister and me as well as she could. She was the modest and conservative kind, introverted. She used dancing as an outlet and was very good at it. She owned her own dance studio.

My mom, Olivia, was busy working most of the time to make ends meet. She was only usually home for dinner, and at home, she was busy doing house chores. I love my mom, but we’re not exactly super close because of the limited time we spend together. We had an almost formal relationship.

Physically my mom had a petite build. She had what people call a tight body for her age. Being a dancer, she had a slim and toned body. She was in her 40’s and had a really good figure. She’s about 5’4” and has flawless fair porcelain skin. There’s barely any freckle or blemish on her.

She was of mixed ethnicities and had beautiful features, and kept shoulder-length hair. However, mom kept her appearance rather plain and simple, while dressing rather conservatively most of the time.

I’m Jason, 18 years old. Personality-wise, I took after my mom. I’m rather shy and quiet. I am 6’2 and have above average appearance. Despite being an introvert, I clicked well with people who were the opposite of me.

My friends were wild and notorious, which was how the accident happened.

Then there’s Janice, my older sister. She’s 21. Janice is more of a best friend than a sister to me. Growing up, she was pretty tomboyish, and I almost looked up at her like an older brother who took care of me.

She’s slightly taller than my mom, at around 5’7”. Personality-wise, though, Janice is the opposite of us. She’s very confident and sociable. Janice was the popular girl in school.

She’s well aware of how attractive she is. She is naturally busty; she looked to be around a 34C. But because of how athletic she was, she’s unbelievably fit. She has the perfect curves in all the right places.

Janice is the natural leader of any group she was in and was the one usually calling the shots. That sort of helped me out in high school, as everyone knew who I was because of her.

Being left at home alone together most of the time, we were incredibly close and often confided in each other. But she moved out 2 years ago to stay on campus for her studies. We didn’t contact each other often since.

CHAPTER ONE — THE BEGINNING

“ARE YOU HUNGRY, JASON?” Mom yelled to me from the kitchen.

“I’m good. Thanks, Mom!” I answered. She was really worried and kept checking on me.

I couldn’t do much as I didn’t have much strength, so I watched TV the whole day.

Mom is usually busy with work. She would leave to the studio in the morning for work and comes back around dinner time. She left food for me.

However, because of my accident, she took a couple days of leave.

I spent the day watching TV in the living room. I watched as my mom kept herself busy doing house chores. I rarely got to spend time with Mom since she was only back at home at night. We’d probably spend time eating dinner before we went back to our own rooms.

Mom usually dresses very simply at home. It’s usually a t-shirt and shorts.

Sometimes, it’s a long dress.

The evening soon came, and suddenly I realized something. How am I going to take a bath? We were in a tropical climate part of the country which was quite warm, so we have to bathe daily.

Just as my mind was going through the possibilities, Mom came into my room. Mom usually comes in to say goodnight at the end of the day.

“You’re starting to smell,” she said.

“Yeah, I’m quite sweaty from the heat,” I answered.

“I guess it’s time for your bath,” she said.

“Err…okay?” I responded.

“I will have to help you out in that as well Jason, you can’t stand on your own.” She said as she helped me up and into the bathroom.

“It’s kind of weird Mom, I think I can manage.” I tried to argue.

“The doctor advised against getting your bandages wet. How can you manage? Don’t worry, there’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Mom is very thorough with anything she does. She’s a neat freak who keeps the house sparkling clean all the time. She also uses the bathroom for a very long time.

She spends up to an hour when she takes her bath. As she led me into the bathroom, I was starting to feel embarrassed. It felt weird being alone in the bathroom with her.

I was always independent as Mom was very busy working; I figured most of the things out myself with the help of Janice, my sister. Mom is rarely around to take care of us, and I don’t blame her. Hence being in this situation with my mom was incredibly awkward. We weren’t the kind to share skinship.

Mom was a lot smaller than me; she was petite, so there was a stool for me to sit on as she helped me. She started helping me undress. As she pulls my shirt from me, she proceeds to kneel in front of me.

“Up,” she said, telling me to lift my bum.

I was already blushing like a tomato. In one swift move, she took my pants and underwear off. I was facing away from her with my back facing her.

The air of awkwardness was immense. I was totally naked in front of my mother. Perhaps we were both thinking this was a bad idea. We could hear a pin drop as it was dead silent in the bathroom. The silence went away as mom turned the shower on and started with my head. My hands instinctively covered my privates.

My mind wandered, thinking if my mom would be touching my privates.

*Olivia’s thought will be in italics*

I realized haven’t seen another man’s naked body since his father died. I hope it’ll be okay.

She started shampooing my hair. She knelt behind me as she was doing it. Mom took her time with it, and it felt better than the hair salon, to be honest. Her finger massages my scalp with gentle tenderness.

She then moved to my back, slowly scrubbing every inch, not missing a spot. I could see why she spent so long in the bathroom. She was meticulous.

Maybe that’s why her skin is so nice. As my thought wondered, I was interrupted by Mom’s hand over my shoulder. She was standing over my shoulder as her hands ran down my arms.

Her fingers are reaching under my arms to scrub my armpits. Soon her hands were reached down to scrub my chest. The air of awkwardness was still lingering. I felt her fingers doing circles on my chest. The touch of her on my bare skin weirdly excited me.

Because she was behind me, it was tough for her to reach around me. Her body was squished against my back. I could feel her breasts press against my back. Her clothes were definitely getting wet as well.

Oh my, Jason sure has grown. It’s hard for me to reach around him.

Finally, she reached the area where it couldn’t get any more awkward. I was super embarrassed, and I could sense she was too by the way she was flushing. She pulled my arms up to uncover my crotch.

God forgive me, I can’t believe I’m going to touch my son’s cock.

Mom paused, her hands hovering above my crotch. I felt her take a deep breath and felt her cold, wet hands reach around to wash my crotch.

I felt her fingers enveloping my dick as she started soaping it slowly and gently. My dick twitched a little as I felt her fingers on my skin. She took her time cleaning every inch like the other parts of my body. She held it as gently as she could

The last cock I had in my hands was his dad’s, yet…Why am I aroused? I can’t believe I’m getting aroused by touching my son’s cock. I’m getting goosebumps, and I can feel my panties are soaked. What’s wrong with you, Olivia?

She lathered soap and smeared it all over me. She then gently cupped my balls and scrubbed, rubbing the length of my cock slowly. Needless to say, having someone of the opposite sex touching my cock has its effects.

I was starting to be turned on. My cock naturally started to harden.

Fortunately, Mom moved onwards to my thighs and leg. I was relieved. As my mom helped me dress, I wondered if she could see my semi-hard cock dangling from behind.

Fuck, Jason, she’s your mom. Stop having such sick thoughts. I tried to snap myself out of it.

“Thanks, Mom,” I said, finally breaking the silence between us.

“You’re welcome, Jason,” She said as she leaned in to kiss me goodnight on my forehead.

He looks so much like his dad.

I was glad the day was over.

DAY 2 — THE AWKWARD

The day went on, as usual, Mom was her usual self, going about her chores, and I was stuck in bed all day. I started watching some shows.

Along the way, some sex scenes came up and really stirred me. Being the teenager I was, I’m used to jacking off daily. It’s been a couple of days now, and it’s beginning to pent up.

The sex scene just triggered it more. I was getting horny. I reached for my phone to browse social media to try to get it out of my head. But right as I got my phone, Mom came into my room.

“Hey Jason, how are you doing?” Mom asked.

“I’m alright, just kind of bored.”

“I can keep you company. I know the accident was unfortunate but look at the bright side. We can spend some time together now.”

“Yea, I guess so, Mom.”

“Look, I know I haven’t had much time for both you and Janice when you were growing up…”

“No, mom, I know. We never did blame you, and we’re very grateful for the sacrifices you made bringing us up.”

“Thanks, Jason. What are you watching?”

“Oh, just Game of Thrones.”

“Ah, I’ve heard of that. Can I join?”

“Sure.”

Mom took a seat next to my bed. About ten minutes into the show, some sex scenes came up. If you know The Game Of Thrones, there are incest sex scenes involved.

Wait, aren’t they related?

“Oh my, shows these days don’t really hold back anymore, do they?”

I laughed nervously, “Haha, I guess not.”

“Well, I guess it’s probably time for you to shower Jason, I’ll need to change into something different after getting myself so wet yesterday.”

Gosh, my clothes hadn’t been the only wet thing. Damn it, why am I having such dirty thoughts?

I took a double-take when I saw Mom return. She was wearing something she usually doesn’t wear. It was a spaghetti top with tight hot pants. I guess she figured it was because she got really wet when she had given me a bath, so she decided to wear less clothing.

I don’t usually wear this, but at least I won’t get that wet. I hope Jason won’t think less of me exposing myself like this.

I wasn’t sure if it was because of my horny state, but at that moment, I saw my Mom differently. I always knew my mum was pretty attractive. She had a fit hourglass body. But since my Mom always dressed rather conservatively, her curves were hidden most of the time.

Seeing her in such a body-fitting top highlighted the curves of her body. I could see something I don’t see often, her cleavage. She didn’t have crazy big boobs, but they were larger than I imagined. They looked to be a nice 32Cs.

When she came close to help me out of my bed, I noticed she smelt nice. It was a sweet scent. It wasn’t perfume, but probably some lotion. But the smell was enough to stir me.

Despite all that, the last thing I want is to have a hard-on when my Mom is bathing me.

I tried to think of other things to get my mind her curves and her sweet scent. It was all in vain. As she helped me undress, she was bending over in front of me; I could peek down her blouse. Her fair mounds of generous cleavage were spilling out right in front of me. And her boobs looked so smooth and soft, you could make out the faint veins on them. They jiggled as she shook my pants down.

“I have to face you this time; it was hard to wash you from behind. Got me all wet yesterday.” She said as she held me into the bathroom.

I just nodded sheepishly.

As she removed my pants, my dick was semi-hard already. I started to panic, trying my best to think of something else. She started to shower me as she did the day before. She started from my head and went to my back.

Gosh, Jason’s cock looks bigger. Is he getting an erection? I hope it’s not because of me. Perhaps it’s because of the sex scenes in the show we watched. He is at that age now.

Her physical touch was electric; I tried to think of math problems and silly things to take my mind off the situation. As it started to work, she was finished with my back and was moving around to face me.

I could see down her cleavage once again. Every motion caused it to jiggle and sway; I was mesmerized. I don’t think I’ve seen such perfect breasts. “I’m going to hell,” I thought to myself. My cock is now fully erect and throbbing. I never felt so embarrassed before, yet I’m conflicted because I never saw my Mom sexually before.

I didn’t have a monster cock; I’d like to think it was proportioned to my height and size. I never did measure it, but it seems to be around 8 inches and had a respectable girth. My hands were covering it all this time.

I tried to shift my gaze, but mom had already noticed my hard member pointing at her.

I noticed her doing a double-take when she saw my cock. She was clearly flustered & embarrassed as she turned her head to face away.

Oh my, he’s hard. I can’t believe I’m alone with my son, and I have to touch his erect cock. Shit, why am I getting wet? This feels so wrong yet, I can’t deny that I’m so aroused.

A thought came to my mind that I don’t even know when was the last time mom touched another man’s cock. I’ve not heard her mention or seen her close to another man since dad passed. Mom was always busy with work and taking care of us.

Maybe his erection will go away.

Mom’s movement seemed slowed down as she was probably hoping my boner will go away. It was obvious she was delaying the time. It was awkward; again, she was avoiding eye contact. Her hand was scrubbing around my tummy for 5 minutes. I wanted to say something, but right before I did, she finally edged her hands downwards.

I can’t stall anymore. I just have to do it. God forgive me.

With her head still turned away, I watched in slow motion as her wet fingers fumbled around and made contact with my hard cock. My cock twitched and throbbed. Her hands looked rather tiny around my fully erect cock. Her fingers could just manage to wrap around it.

Oh my, Jason is pretty big. It feels so hard and thick. What am I thinking? How can I look at my son sexually? I don’t know why, but I’m so horny. It’s the first time I had a hard cock in my hands. If only Jason wasn’t my son…

I saw her swallow as she slowly applied soap to my shaft and clumsily explored it with her hands. It felt electric as her fingers lightly slid across my cock. As I stared at my mother’s cleavage, I noticed her breathing was slightly quicker. I would give anything to know what was going on in my mom’s mind.

As embarrassed as I was, I was feeling incredibly aroused, and pre-cum leaked out.

Her other hand proceeded to scrub my balls. Much to my disappointment, she quickly moved on. It was quick and wasn’t as thorough as the day before. My mom’s cheeks were flushed red as she was clearly embarrassed from touching her son’s erect cock.

I was both relieved and disappointed at the same time. As Mom was wiping me clean, the air of awkwardness was unreal, and we were both blushing. Both of us remained silent.

I felt so conflicted with my feelings. Mom went to take her bath after she helped me to bed. She didn’t say anything this time, she was just silent.

I’m too embarrassed to face Jason over what happened earlier.

“Goodnight, Jason.” Mom said as she popped her head in to wish me good night as usual.

This time, however, she didn’t enter to kiss me on my forehead. I felt as something between us changed.

DAY 3 — THE ACCIDENT

Things seemed awkward, and Mom appeared to be avoiding me. I caught her gazing at me as she did her chores, but I guessed she was just checking if I was alright.

I can’t seem to get Jason out of my mind. I tried to keep myself busy. But I get all nervous thinking about the inevitable time we’re about to share.

Mom came home with dinner, and we were quiet as we ate. The dining room was filled with just the sounds of our utensils. The air of awkwardness was at its peak.

Night came, and I dreaded what was to come at bath time.

“Jason, it’s time.” I turned as she poked her head into my room. I hung my head in embarrassment and slowly got up.

I’m not sure why, but I’m so nervous. My heart races every time I have to bathe Jason. I miss his dad. I used to dress like this at home before the kids were born. I don’t know what pushed me to wear this now.

However, when my mom came in, my heart skipped a beat. She was wearing something different yet again; she was wearing a white oversized shirt. I’m guessing it was my dad’s old shirt.

I couldn’t make out if she was wearing pants as the shirt hung low, covering her thighs. What made me more surprised was the shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the top. It is very uncharacteristic of my mom. I started to admire her beauty, she looked very sexy.

I don’t remember seeing her wearing this before. I watched as she bent down to help me undress and realized I could see down her shirt all the way down to her bra. Her cleavage hung below me, swaying side to side with her every move.

Fuck, Mom looks so sexy.

I can feel Jason is staring. It’s so wrong. He’s my son, but it feels good to be admired again.

My heart raced as I saw her gorgeous cleavage. Her gold cross chain swinging between her breasts. I whiffed her scent again and felt the blood rush down my cock, and it immediately went rock solid.

As mom took my pants off, my hard cock swung out, nearly hitting her face. She gasped but tried to play it cool. As she started to clean me, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her breast.

*gasp* Oh my, he’s already hard. That was close. God damn it, Olivia. Get a hold of yourself. You are his mother!

A glimpse of her breasts teased me as they swung as her hands scrubbed my body. I caught mom stealing glances at my throbbing cock. She was also cleaning me as slowly as she had the first time. She meticulously soaped every inch of my body.

My heart raced when her hands slowly slid down my tummy. She poured water to wash off the soap, and it trickled down my cock. She turned her head away like the day before, too embarrassed to look directly at her son’s hard cock. I held my breath as she slowly reached for my hard throbbing cock.

The touch of her fingers made my cock ooze pre-cum and throb. I ogled at her body as she was slightly leaning down; I had a full view of her cleavage. She was so close to me, and I could see her flawless skin. I could see her chest throb with her breath.

Every time I touch it, I get incredibly aroused. I can feel my nipples aching as they pressed hard against my bra. My panties are soaking wet. But he’s my son. This is so wrong.

My cock was throbbing as I watched her run her hands fingers to lather soap on the entire length. Her head still turned away. Mom’s fingers glided along the length with the soap as her other hand slid down to cup my balls and rub them gently. With every motion, my eyes were glued to her cleavage. I watched as it jiggled teasingly in front of me.

Although she wasn’t stroking me, the feeling of my mom’s fingers around my swollen shaft was enough to push me over the edge.

Then it hit me; it’s been days since I last jerked off. I suddenly felt a rush.

The sight of my mom’s cleavage combined with her gentle touches was enough. I was going to cum.

“OH no… mom…wait…” My mom turned to look at me. It was too late, I closed my eyes, and my cock was already gushing out cum.

*GASP*

“OMG!”

Holy shit, Jason just ejaculated! I can feel his hot cum on my skin. Why am I so turned on? Why do I want to taste it? This is so wrong. God help me!

My mom was horrified as I let out a muffled groan. Her eyes were wide open and glued to my dick, watching as it gushed out thick strains of cum one after another.

Some fell on her shirt, some on her breast. When I opened my eyes, her fingers were dripping with my warm cum.

“OMG, I’m….I’m… soo… sorry,” I said. I was shaking. I didn’t dare look at her.

My mom was staring at my still throbbing cock. She didn’t say anything. She kept silent and started cleaning up.

I can’t believe how horny I’m feeling. Jason is my son, but I’ve never felt such a rush as I did when his cock ejaculated in my hands. I can’t believe I’m having these thoughts.

I can’t believe I just came in my Mom’s hand. This was the most embarrassing moment in my life. I wish I could just run and hide.

I waited for my Mom to come to say goodnight. Hoping that I could apologize to her again.

But that night mom didn’t come to say goodnight.

DAY 4 — MOM’S HANDS

The next day, Mom surprisingly seemed normal. We had small conversations. I saw my Mom lazing on the couch watching a show. Something I rarely see her do since my mom was always busy. But I guess since it’s sort of her day off, she deserved it.

“How are you feeling today, Jason?”

“Much better, I feel more strength in my limbs. Thanks, mom.”

“That’s good to hear. Call me if you need anything,” She said, smiling.

Jason really looks just like his Dad. This is so wrong, having such feelings for him. What kind of mother am I? But I can’t seem to lift my gaze from my son.

I can’t put my finger on it, but Mom seems different. Just like the day before, I caught her gazing at me. She would quickly shift her gaze when she saw me looking at her. Perhaps it’s the result of the out-of-ordinary intimate moment we shared as she bathed me.

“Hey, Jason, let’s continue the show we were watching.”

“Uh, sure, Mom.” I was caught by surprise when she invited me to join her to watch The Game Of Thrones on the couch with her.

This was something we never did before. What’s even surprising was during the movie she leaned on me, resting her head on my shoulder. I caught her sweet scent again, and it started to stir me.

“Feels nice to spend some time together. I know I haven’t been there that much for you and your sister,” She said.

“We’ve already had this talk, mom; it’s not your fault. You’ve had to work and take on all these responsibilities since Dad went.”

Jason is my son, and I watched him grow up. But why do I feel so nervous around him suddenly? I feel like I’m falling for my son romantically.

I started to see my mom in a new light since she started to bathe me. It feels nice to be close to her. It’s almost like I’m getting to know my mom better.

I placed my arms around her, and we cuddled. At that moment, all I could think of is of my Mom. I couldn’t even concentrate on the movie.

Before I knew it, we both fell asleep in each other’s arms. When I open my eyes, mom’s face was inches away from mine. I could feel her breath on my lips. My heart raced as I don’t remember being this close to my mom since I’ve grown up.

I felt my mom move. Is she awake? I closed my eyes to pretend I’m asleep.

I’m so close to Jason; my lips are right next to his. Why is my heart pounding? I can feel his breath on my lips.

Instinctively I leaned my forehead against Mom’s. Our lips were about to touch. I held my breath waiting for my mom to pull back.

There wasn’t any movement from my mom, slowly I let gravity pull my head on to my mom, and our lips touched. My lips were resting on hers, but I didn’t dare move a muscle.

OMG, Jason’s lips are on mine! Was it on purpose? I want to kiss him back so much. But he’s my son!

My heart felt like it was going to explode. I don’t know why I’m feeling the way I am; she’s my mom. My cock is hard just from our lips touching. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I started to pucker my lips, gently pressing it against my mom’s.

I felt her lips pressing back just a little, and we shared our first kiss on the lips as adults.

I can’t believe I’m kissing my son! I can’t!

Mom started to move and wake up from our contact.

“Oh, hey Jason. I didn’t realize we fell asleep.”

“Yeah, probably because of the boring part of the show.”

Had mom really been asleep? Did I just imagine her pressing her lips momentarily against mine?

“Look at the time! Alright, I’m going to get changed first.” She said as she sat up on the couch and left.

When mom returned, my jaw dropped. She came back wearing a similar spaghetti top she had worn a couple of days ago. But this one had a lower cut exposing more of her magnificent cleavage.

I hope he won’t notice that I’m not wearing a bra. But my erect nipples were killing me last time. Wait, is it wrong dressing this way in front of my son? What was I thinking? *Sigh* It’s too late anyway.

That wasn’t the only thing different; I spotted 2 tips pressing against the fabric of her top. OMG, she doesn’t seem to be wearing a bra! My heart raced, and my cock started to twitch.

As she led me into the bathroom, my cock had a mind of its own. It was already hard as mom started to undress me. The thought of my Mom, braless in front of me, just made me horny.

As she leaned forward, her top exposed most of her breasts. I could almost see her nipples. The tease was too much.

Was I thinking too much? Surely she must know what she was doing.

I can’t bear to face him anymore; It’s so wrong. But Jason must be suffering. He’s at that age.

However, something was different; Mom disappointingly stayed behind as she washed me.

Even as she was cleaning my front, Mom reached from behind. I felt her reaching around me towards my crotch as she started soaping it.

I was confused. Perhaps the incident of me accidentally ejaculating on my mother scared her.

Because my cock was fully erected, she had difficulty reaching it. Her body had to lean against mine, and I could feel her breasts press up against me. I felt her face pressing on my back and felt her warm breath against my back.

I’m not facing him, but my body is pressing against him. My breast is pressing against his back. Why didn’t I see this earlier? I can barely reach his cock. It feels so good in my hands.

As mom lathered soap on my cock, I felt her breath became quicker. Her fingers lightly stroking along the length of my throbbing cock. Her hands lingered on my cock; it was almost like she was exploring it with her hands. Her fingers were feeling up every inch of my cock.

Mom could have finished with the cleaning, but she didn’t. Her fingers lingered on my cock.

He is still so hard. Should I help relieve him? But I’m his mother. Maybe I’ll pretend to wash him. I can’t possibly give Jason a hand job, can I?

I looked down to see her fingers fully extended, lightly sliding up and down the length of my cock. Mom wasn’t gripping my cock. She was just gliding her fingers along my cock. Mom was barely touching it, and still, it was insanely sensual.

Mom continued the motion of her fingers. It was silent in the bathroom, aside from the sound of running water and our breaths. As my cock throbbed, I knew I was close. I was already breathing heavily.

I can feel that he’s close. I’m so wet and horny myself. My hard nipples are now pressing hard against my son. Oh, forgive me, lord.

I feel mom’s breath become labored as well, and I could feel her chest slightly heaving against me. I could also feel something hard piercing against my back. Is that one of her nipples? Was mom turned on?

“Mm…ahh..ah…” I moaned.

I’m just doing this for my son. It may be wrong, but it’s all out of love.

I was panting and softly moaning when she suddenly took me by surprise and started to wrap her fingers around, gripping my cock. Mom finger’s then started stroking up the length of my cock.

“URGH…MOMM!” I let out a groan and shuddered as I came hard, spraying my cum all over the floor and over my Mom’s hands. Mom held on to me from behind as her fingers squeezed my remaining cum out. And then she continued to wash me up from behind.

OMG, did Jason just moan for me? I have never felt so hot and bothered before. But he’s my son! I have to stop!

Mom didn’t say anything after that. I don’t know why mom did what she had, but the bathroom was our private space. Mom must have realized my predicament as a hot-blooded teenager and decided she would help out in her own way.

That night mom came in before she headed to bed.

“Good night, Jason.” I was happy to see her again.

“Good night, Mom.”

I was expecting her to kiss my forehead like she usually does, but she took me by surprise when she leaned in to kiss me on my lips.

What’s happening to me? Why did I kiss him there like that? I love Jason, but not romantically. I can’t; he’s my son. I know it’s wrong, but somehow, I feel different when I’m with him.

My heart raced as I watched her walk away. The feeling was reminiscent of my first kiss with my crush. I can’t explain it. I felt like I was in love.

DAY 5 — MOM’S KISS

I spent the day replaying the incident with my mom. I can’t believe she had given me a hand job. I wasn’t even sure I could call it that. But I know that in no normal circumstance has a mother helped her son climax. I felt closer to my mom. I almost felt like she was a different person. A far cry from the modest mother I knew.

All I look forward to is for Mom to return home and bathe me. Mom went back to work today and came home later than usual, so I had to eat leftovers for dinner. When she came home, she looked exhausted.

“Hey, mom, long day?” I asked.

Her face lit up a little when she saw me. “Yeah, I had back-to-back classes all day.”

“Why don’t you lie down for a moment and let me give you a massage.” I offered.

“Jason, your hand is in a cast!”

“I know, but it’s mostly there just to keep it straight; my fingers are still

exposed, and I feel a lot stronger now. It’ll be good exercise too!”

“Oh alright, don’t exert yourself too much.”

Mom laid face down on the couch. She was wearing her usual t-shirt and shorts. I started to press her shoulders, my fingers rubbing against her skin.

“Mm…” She moaned.

She seemed tense. I spent a while rubbing her shoulders, carefully kneading her back.

As my hand massaged her, I could feel how tight her body was. She had little to no fat. I could clearly feel her bones as I pressed into her body.

I then decided to move to her hands. I started from her shoulders to her arms, carefully rubbing her. I lifted her arm and placed her on my lap. I started rubbing her arms. They were slender and toned. Most women have flaps under their arms, but my mom had none.

God, this feels nice. Feels nice to be pampered for once.

The feeling of touching her skin somehow felt electric. As I reached her hands, and my fingers touched hers. I glided my fingers along hers and interlocked them as I massaged her palms. It seemed like a normal thing, but at that moment, it felt sensual to me.

“I’m gonna do your legs now,” I said.

“Mm-hmm,” My mom replied.

My mom’s legs are very well defined, her being a dancer. They are well sculpted and toned. As I rubbed her feet, I suddenly realized I could see up my mom’s pants. She had shorts on, but they weren’t too tight, and I could just make out her panties. That started to excite me.

My hands slowly massaged her calves.

“Ohh, that feels good.” She suddenly said.

I took the cue and spent more time rubbing her calves and her feet. My eyes were glued to her crotch. Eventually, I moved on to her thighs. My heartbeat grew quicker as I was closer to her butt. I stared at her smooth skin as it folded with my fingers. Her skin is so smooth and flawless.

As my fingers rubbed her inner thighs, I almost felt like she spread her legs open slightly. As my hands slid up and down her thighs, the tip of my fingers accidentally grazed her shorts where her crotch was. I felt her body jerk ever so slightly. It was purely accidental. But the thought of my fingers making contact with my mom’s crotch made me excited. Even more so than I already was.

Jason is rubbing me awfully close to my pussy. I wish he would just touch me. God, what am I thinking? Do you want your son to touch you, Olivia?

I repeated the motion, this time intentionally grazing my fingers against her shorts. The touches were light as a feather. It was almost like I was rubbing her crotch. I looked up into her shorts, and I thought I saw a wet patch on her panties.

I must stop him now before it’s too late.

“Mm, thank you, Jason, that feels good. But it’s getting late now. Time for your bath.” My mom suddenly said.

“Sure thing mom, anything to return the favor.” I smiled.

“Wait for me in the bathroom. I’ll get changed.”

When Mom returned, she still had the same shorts on, but she was wearing a loose singlet now. It clearly exposed her bra as it’s a very thin material. The sight of my mom wearing such revealing clothes charged me.

It’s wrong. But it’s so exciting; showing myself to another man. Jason is almost drooling.

I’m not sure if I was overthinking, but Mom seems to look at me differently now. I can’t explain the feeling. It’s almost as if she had a longing look on her face.

Mom started to wash me the way she did. She stood behind me as she washed my back. However, I was startled when she got around and knelt in front of me as she scrubbed my chest. My heart raced as I watched her kneeling in front of me.

I could see down her singlet and saw the fleshy bits of her breast that weren’t covered by her bra. I started to get excited again, and my cock started to harden.

As mom lovingly scrubbed me, there was an air of anticipation as her hands cleaned my torso. Mom paused and stared at my now fully erect cock. It was the first time she looked directly at it when it was erect.

God, his cock is perfect. He’s hard again. Is he hard for me, his mother? Olivia, stop these filthy thoughts!

I held my breath as her fingers touch my cock. My cock throbbed in my mother’s hands. Her head was turned slightly, but her eyes were still looking at it.

I watched as her fingers soaped my cock. Like the day before, mom had her fingers fully extended on each side of my cock. She slid it up and down along the sides, barely touching it.

She looked nervous as she bit her lips; her breathing seemed quicker. It felt sensational.

“Ohh, mom…” I moaned.

Oh my, he’s moaning for me again. My panties are soaked. But I don’t have a choice, right? He got in an accident, and I have to help him right?

I suddenly felt her fingers stopped at the base of my cock. I looked down and saw her fingers slowly wrapping around. She was gripping my cock. I held my breath as her hands slowly slid up the length of my cock. Her hands then started to slide down.

I can’t believe I’m actually stroking my son’s cock. It feels so big and hard. I’m so aroused, Lord forgive me. I can’t believe I’m so turned on by sexually touching my own son.

Mom repeated the motion. I can’t believe it; Mom is actually stroking my cock. It was slow and felt so good. I caught her licking her lips as she started to increase her pace. I noticed she was breathing quicker too.

Perhaps the act of stroking her son turned her on.

My breathing grew labored as squishy wet sounds of my mom stroking me filled the bathroom. Mom wasn’t trying to pretend anymore. She was clearly giving me a hand job.

I watched her breasts jiggle each time her hands stroked my slippery cock.

“Are you close?” My mom whispered softly. Her eyes looked like they were filled with lust.

I was shocked at her question. It was the sexiest thing I’ve heard my mother say.

I just nodded.

Mom then held her other hand over the top of my cock. The feeling of the tip of my cock rubbing against the palm of her hand as she was stroking brought me over the edge.

“Urghh, Mom…ah…ahh…” My hips bucked as cum gushed out and sprayed all over my Mom’s hand.

Mom closed the hand that was on top to cover my cock head. I looked down to see my mom’s hands dripping with cum.

OMG, that’s so much cum! That was so hot. Am I actually lusting over my son? I’m such a sinner.

She just smiled and proceeded to hose me down. I can’t believe what just happened. Mom wasn’t shy anymore; she was full-on giving me a hand job.

Later, Mom came to say goodnight as usual.

“Thanks, mom…for…taking care of me,” I said.

I wasn’t sure if she caught the double meaning, but she smiled.

“Sure thing, Jason.”

As she leaned in to kiss me, I leaned up to her. Our lips met, and it lingered for way longer than what a Mom and son kiss should be.

I tasted her lips as our lips press against each other. It felt like a lover’s kiss.

Oh wow. What? What was that…kiss?

“Good night,” she said as she broke the kiss. Mom gazed at me a little longer than usual. My heart raced as I watch her leave the room.

DAY 6 — MOM’S LIPS

Mom came home earlier today. She must have had a short day at work. She came up to my room to check on me.

“Hey, Jason, what are you doing?” she asked.

“Hi, Mom, you’re back early. I’m just watching a show.”

“Can I join?” she asked.

I don’t know why, but all that was on my mind today was my son Jason. I missed him. This is so wrong.

I was caught off guard by my mom’s sudden intimacy. She

didn’t wait for my answer, and she slid into my bed and cuddled me. She smelled great as I held her while watching the show. Mom almost looked playful. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen her like that.

Halfway through, she put my arms around her, and we were spooning. My heart skipped as I was yearning for my mom after what happened last night. I started to see my mom in a new light. She wasn’t the serious & reserved person I thought I knew.