Thanks a lot to Kenji Sato for edited my story!
It was a day like any other. Although I had just turned 18, I didn’t feel any different.
State exams were approaching, and I had to try to study as much as possible to finally get out of school, which I could not bear anymore. All of this accumulated stress led me to masturbate more often than usual.
I love porn videos of the MILF genre, especially those with women with big tits. Whether they have natural breasts or not, I do not care; but I love to see the men suck or fuck them.
That day, I was masturbating vigorously to a video of a young boy like me, who was fucking the breasts of a blonde MILF with equal vigor. Suddenly, I heard my mother knocking on the door.
“What is it, mom?” I said, slowing the movement of my hand.
“Come here for a moment, Joseph; I need help with something,” my mother answered, trying to open the locked door.
“Mom, I’m busy, can’t you come back later?”
“It’s just for a moment, honey. Come on, please.”
Wanting to get rid of her at all costs, I blocked the video, and withdrew from my pants, trying my best to hide my erection.
“What’s up?” I said, coming out of the room, closing the door.
“What were you doing that was so important?”
“Forget it, what do you want?”
“Come with me.”
I followed my mother into the living room.
“I have to move this table, help me.”
I helped her move the table and said, “That’s all?”
“No, do you see those wedding favors there on the ground? I’d like you to put them on the table while I get the rest of them. If I’m not mistaken, some time ago I left some of them in your room, as well as in my room.”
“FINE,” I continued, annoyed with her for interrupting my masturbating for this.
Finishing with the favors, I noticed after a while that my mother hadn’t come back.
I started to go to her bedroom, but I noticed on the way, that the door to my room was open. There was my mother, in front of my computer, looking carefully at the porn that had been left open from before.
“MOM, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” I asked upset, quickly going to the computer, to close the page.
“Excuse me, I had gone searching for the favors, but I looked at the screen and I was intrigued; don’t be embarrassed, it’s normal for you to see such things.”
“What the hell, how do you think… ”
“You left the screen open; and well, an old lady like me seeing certain things… in short, it evokes old memories, hahaha.”
I no longer knew what to say or do, because of the embarrassment of the moment.
“So, you like to watch… this?” alluding to the titjobs with older women.
“Mom, we can stop talking about it and finish the arrangements so that… ”
“So that you can go back to finishing your previously interrupted work?” she said provocatively.
“MOM!”
“Just relax, sweetheart, try to be more mature. This is a serious matter, this also goes for your approach with girls. I had heard that many boys like older women, but I didn’t want to believe them. In fact, wait a minute.”
After that, my mother reopened the browser by scaling the chronology to find that video. I felt so stupid because I did not use incognito browsing.
She seemed quite good at using a computer, but I think it’s normal nowadays.
“Mom, what are you doing?”
“I’m just trying to find that video again, oh here it is. As I thought, this woman looks a lot like me, only she has blond hair and I have red,” she said, laughing.
I stopped talking after that revelation. I had not noticed, but that porn star really looked like her.
“Although, see, those boobs are CLEARLY fake; at least mine are real,” Mom continued proudly, squeezing her tits a little, through her T-shirt that actually struggled a bit to contain them.
Damn, she must have a good pair, I thought, but I immediately removed the thought from my head.
“Watching too much porn hurts you, kid; you’ll never know how to approach women in real life. By the way, you are having experiences with girls, right?”
I was taken aback, and I began to wonder where she was going with this.
“Why do you ask, mom?”
“Because, obviously, you have a lot of fun watching sexual acts and well, this…” alluding to that video, as if it weren’t something completely sexual, yet perhaps strange, “… but maybe, you don’t even try to do something like that in real life.”
“Okay mom, so…?” I asked, confused.
“Let’s be clear, Joseph. The titjob attracts you a lot, but have you ever had one?” my mother asked seriously.
I never thought that my mother could talk to me about certain things this way. I was really embarrassed at that point, so much so that the erection and the consequent desire to masturbate was fading.
“Um, well… no, not really; in short, it’s not something you do every day. I just turned 18, and…” I tried to justify myself, failing miserably.
“Ugh, this technology is ruining you kids, today. I’m tired, now I’m going to get something in my room, but I’ll hurry, and YOU STAY HERE.” my mother ordered.
I had no clue what was happening, but I sat down waiting impatiently, because I was also intrigued.
“Here, look, I work as a masseuse, and this is one of the oils that is used to perform massages.” my mother started, confusing me even more.
“They use them to do that kind of video, and I don’t want you to be the usual loser who cannot even talk to a girl. So, having experience as a masseuse, I can give you some ‘lessons’. Your father is never here because of his business trips, and I have to take care of you in every way possible.”
I slowly worked out what my mother was telling me, but I quickened all of a sudden, when she took off her shirt, revealing a white bra that was even weaker than the T-shirt in holding her incredible breasts.
“Wait a minute, I cannot do certain things with my mother,” I replied.
“I know love, but it’s nothing, I insist. Anyway, it’s normal for you to prefer maybe Helen, the mom of your friend John, instead of this anorexic, ugly lady; but that will not stop me from educating you at all costs.”
I could not really believe it, and moreover, I noticed only at that moment, that my mother had been wearing a long shirt, and underneath, the matching white bra and panties. And nothing else. The latter were not anything special; but hell, they were damn good.
“Get up and get undressed, and after I’ll be on the bed, and you’ll get on top of me, as if YOU are doing the massage.”
She finally took off her bra, and lay down on the bed. She had perfectly healthy and beautiful breasts, which could have been easily those of one of my classmates. There, lying down, with those globes of flesh and the valley in the middle, she seemed to form an airstrip for airplanes; but the problem was that the plane was represented by my penis, the penis of her son.
Mom was thin, but had curves in the right places, not counting her disproportionate breasts, of course. Maybe she used different creams to make her body smooth and beautiful; or maybe she was an alien from outer space that had replaced my real mother (which would justify her strange behavior). Anything was possible for me, at the time.
Taking off my pants and underpants, I started climbing onto the bed, getting closer and closer to my mother’s breasts.
“To be one who had a job to finish, you’re quite off there, uh?” she asked jokingly, referring to my now weakened penis, because of this embarrassing and a little absurd situation. “Obviously, how could I think that a lady like me could stimulate a handsome young man like you? Perhaps the consistency of the oil will be able to help you.”
She did not seem to understand that I was ‘off there’ because of the sudden situation I never expected, and not because she was not attractive enough. Besides, I thought she would have sprayed some oil on my hands so that I could spread it on my cock, but instead, it was she who did it.
Her expert hands, because of her work, were like a last-generation viagra for my penis; she almost gave me a massage, and it instantly began to grow again, but not because of the oil, but for my mom’s hands. She spread more oil on and between her tits.
“Filling with oil will make it easier for you, not?” she asked in a rhetorical manner, in a very professional tone, despite the fact she was about to commit a ‘not too sexual’ act between mother and son.
I began to get excited, given this opportunity; before me were the breasts of this beautiful redheaded MILF. What did it matter if it was my mother?
“Now you will have an idea,” she began, squeezing and moving her huge breasts up and down. Mom was simply big-breasted at birth, and although some may consider her breasts to be ‘vulgar’; well, I didn’t mind at all.
“What do you think?”
“It’s… ehm… ” I tried to reply, feeling my throat dry.
“Just do not sit there like an ice statue, melt a little and rub your penis. Can you, at least, pretend you like it?”
Annoyed by my lack of self-esteem, and frightfully excited, I began to rub my cock more and more on her chest, forgetting who she was. I didn’t even have the courage, or the strength, to speak.
“Wow, okay, now slow down a bit; these tits have never seen so much action, now that I think about it. Your father is more of an ass guy,” she answered, bursting into laughter.
I slowed down for a short period of time, then began to thrust with increasing emphasis, unable to stop. I wondered how it was possible that my father was neglecting this grace of God for a stupid ass.
“It’s just like I’m doing a massage, I can do it in a variety of ways.”
After saying this, my mother literally started to ‘spread’ her breasts on my member. She was seriously working to give me the best tit job I could ever have, without even knowing it.
She cupped her breasts, squeezed them and moved them swirling on my cock, causing increasingly loud noises. Precum had begun to form and mix with oil without her knowing anything about it.
All of this for me, was like a sexual paradise.
“Ooooof, uuungh… ” I tried to suppress my moans not wanting to scare my mother because of the pleasure I felt.
“Are you okay, honey?” she asked me, a little worried.
“YES, Yes sure,” I answered immediately, being afraid that that pleasure could end.
I thought back to a few moments earlier when my mother said she was anorexic and ugly. Besides not having a scary body for her age, she was really beautiful. I thought I didn’t have the courage to look her in the face; but when I did, I was even more excited.
Sometimes, I gave a stronger push than normal by instinct (a little animal to tell the truth), making her jump, and rubbing from the base of her tits up to her face. Because, not to brag, but my penis is also a little bigger than normal.
I dusted her with the precum and the oil, making her face sparkling, especially her lips and hair, both bright red. I’ve never been particularly interested in redheads, but this was the damned hair of my mother, looking so divinely on her that it was driving me crazy.
Obviously, she had a pincer that she had removed before the beginning of this whole situation, making her look like a model posing with all those hair spread out on my pillow.
The problem was my hard penis, that looked more like a wooden log, was coming out of the soft canyon that was her breasts.
“Ok mom, now… aaanf… I REALLY have an idea,” I said struggling to find the words because of her constantly shaking her breasts. I had begun to think what my mother’s face covered in semen would look like, and the idea scared me a little.
“You look like you can’t wait to finish, don’t you know girls like to take their time? You should focus more on the feelings you feel and get carried away with them.”
My sanity seemed to be slowly going away. Because of my thrusts, the bed began to creak, and this, combined with the sounds of oil, was really making me excited. I must have looked to be suffering for my holding back an explosive orgasm, because my mother seriously began to worry.
“Joseph, are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, mom, it is just that… all of this is nice, but I think it’s time to stop, I should also study you know… ”
“Yes, sure, all excuses, you will certainly want to go back to watch those videos on the internet so… OH NO!” suddenly exclaimed my mother, without removing the tight grip of her boobs.
“What’s up?” I asked without stopping my thrusting.
“This particular oil… with prolonged contact on sensitive parts of the body, like your glans… could damage it. That’s why you seemed to be suffering, you have to feel some burning, is that true? You have to remove it after a while to continue.”
I did not have time to reply to that, as my mother put her mouth on the tip of my penis, licking and sucking like a vacuum cleaner; all this work on my virgin penis was giving me pleasure that I had never experienced in my life.
Consumed by lust, I cupped her breasts, removing her hands, making her think that I had finally decided to collaborate seriously. I rode my cock furiously on her, simulating almost a blowjob because of the constant movement in her mouth, which surprised her, and made her cast a questioning look. Unfortunately, however, my level of excitement increased.
My cock looked like an erupting mini volcano when I exploded in an orgasm that spray after spray, soiled the beautiful face of my mom and the top of my bed. It was like I was splashing paint on a canvas to create a painting, a bit like Jackson Pollock’s paintings. I would also swear that one of the splashes ended up in her throat, because she had a light and sudden coughing attack; only one, however, because she withdrew in time before drowning in earnest.
My mother had screamed in fright after such a powerful orgasm, being hit in full, because of my fierce grip from which she tried to free herself wriggling.
After the excitement passed, I began to feel guilty, giving her a thousand excuses to try to make her forgive me for such a thing.
“Oh mom, forgive me… you surprised me and it was no longer in me… ”
“It doesn’t matter, Joseph. I should have expected it from a young 18-year-old like you, but apparently I underestimated myself,” she said, fortunately not angrily; but almost proudly, “now, if you allow me, I’m going to clean up.”
“Again mom, I’m sorry.”
“No Joseph, it’s me that should apologize. After all that stimulation, it was almost as if I wanted to prove something… can we forget everything, okay?”
That said, she left, but she was more animated than normal.
I discovered later, that there were no wedding favors in my room after all. Everything that happened, was born of an error.
My mother, anyway, was supposed to be a great masseuse, and the thought of getting a massage from her, overheats me a little.