I was at home on a Friday evening, lounging around on the couch in the living room with my mom. My girlfriend, Amber, had just left my house and headed home. I had just had an awkward and extremely embarrassing "sexual" episode with her up in my bedroom, which I was trying not to think about.
I say "sexual" in quotes like that because nothing happened. More on that tonight at 9 -- stay tuned and we'll see you then!
"Kids smell," Doctor Allan Grant said on the TV. "Babies smell," he further clarified.
I had put on Jurassic Park. I guess it's one of my comfort movies. My mom was sitting to my right, leaned up against the arm of the couch.
Her phone dinged. It was the Facebook Messenger sound. That was odd, she didn't use Facebook Messenger much. She normally texted, but used FB Messenger on occasion to keep in touch with some of her old college and high school friends. So she was available there.
I glanced over. She appeared to be reading a long message. She set her phone down, without seeming to reply. She looked forward at the screen, but her eyes did not seem like they were paying attention to the trailer scene where John Hammond tells the paleontologists about the park. The dinosaur park. Jurassic Park.
Classic scene. Mom must have been thinking really hard about something. Maybe she was worried.
Around the same time when the helicopter touches down on Isla Nublar, Mom had a question for me. A horribly awkward question. About a horribly awkward thing. From maybe the absolute last person I would have normally wanted to talk to about it.
Mom asked me: "Stephen, have you ever had trouble? You know, down there? With girls?"
Jesus fudge packing Christ. The Facebook Message must have been from Amber.
I know it probably seems like Amber was trying to embarrass me. That's what I thought at first, too. But after some time, I've started to consider that maybe she really was just trying to act in my best interest.
...by telling my Mom that I wasn't able to get it up for her earlier that evening.
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"Stephen..." Mom said knowingly, and she handed me her phone. I scrolled up. There was a long-ish message from Amber:
"Hi Mrs. Reardon, this is Amber. This is going to be pretty awkward so I'll just get it over with. Earlier today, Stephen wasn't able to stay erect with me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm just worried about him. I told him that really shouldn't happen since we're only eighteen. He didn't seem to care. I'm just so worried about him. I hope he's okay. Can you try to get him to go to the doctor or something? I'm so sorry to message you about this out of the blue. I'm sorry. I love your son so much. I hope you have a good night!!"
I let out a long sigh after reading and handed my mom back her phone. I tried to find the right words. I didn't want to lie, and I didn't want to be too explicit either.
"I think I was just distracted," I finally said quietly. Mom grabbed the remote and paused the movie. Jeff Goldblum's gorgeous visage watched us from the frozen TV.
Mom had drawn her legs up onto the couch and she was holding her arms around her knees. And her knees and legs and thighs were bare because her oversized floral shirt, which was the type she usually wore around the house with various types of underwear underneath (but no bra, not that I ever cared one way or the other about that), had bunched up around her waist when she drew her legs up onto the couch.
"Has it happened before? Any other times?" she asked me cautiously. Her face was filled with motherly concern.
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My mom is a tall woman.
Even though I was fully grown, Mom was still around 2 inches taller than me. Growing up, and even still to this day, it seems like it would be really weird for your mom to ever not be taller than you. How could the woman who gave birth to your tiny little body ever not be bigger than you? The idea seemed ridiculous, even though I know that's usually what ends up happening.
Mom is relatively fit, but not very tan. She exercises at the gym down the street and at home, and doesn't go outdoors a whole lot. Her breasts are probably a little bit larger than someone would expect on a woman of her height. They were large enough that it was hard not to notice them tumbling around under her long, loose floral shirts that she wore around the house, as hard as I might try to ignore it.
I mean, I don't think my mom is gross or anything. I just always felt weird about noticing her breasts in that way. But come to think of it, they really are kind of massive.
Which was exactly the way that a mother's breasts should be. Wouldn't it be weird to have a mom with small boobs? Yeah... super weird.
Mom's butt was pretty big, I'm sorry to have to say that about my own mom, but it's true.
She had dirty blonde hair that was a little less than shoulder length, and her hair sort of feathered out from her head. Mom's face was freckled and a little long, but not horse-faced at all. She kind of looked like someone from the 1970's. I guess that's probably because she was.
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"Mom, I don't want to talk about this. I'm fine," I replied defensively, trying to grab for the remote to unpause the movie. Mom snatched it and placed it on the arm of the couch next to her.
"No. Stephen, we're going to talk about this," Mom said seriously enough that I was a little taken aback.
"You know that heart disease runs in our family, right?" Mom asked me forcefully.
"Yeah..." I admitted. It was true: all of my grandparents who had died, had died of heart problems.
"And you know what one of the most common symptoms of that is, don't you?"
"Mom..." I begged her not to make me talk about this, but she wasn't having it.
"Right," she said, switching to a cross-legged position and turning slightly towards me on the couch. "So we're by-God going to talk about it, Stephen, whether you like it or not."
I guessed I didn't have a choice. I was eighteen, and technically an adult, but I couldn't just disrespect my mom by walking away and not talking to her. She was only concerned about me, anyway. Maybe I could make her feel better.
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I sighed deeply. "A couple of times, maybe. It's happened just a couple of other times. And only when I was, uh..." I trailed off, not really sure how to say that I was "Masturbating" to my mom.
"Touching myself," I finally said, but that didn't really sound better than "masturbating" anyway. Oh well. Maybe I was overthinking this whole thing, anyway. Maybe I could just talk to my mom about this and it didn't have to be weird.
"You know, jerking off? But then too, I think I just got distracted," I said.
Mom looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. She clasped her hand in her lap, in the open spot between her crossed legs. "Were you able to finish those times? You know, cUmMiNg?" she said, and she was making fun of how I had just said 'you know, jerking off,' and I laughed at that for at least 10 seconds. My mom always knew how to make me feel better.
"Yeah, yeah, eventually I was always able to... get it back up, and finish."
Mom continued staring at me.
"But today with Amber, that's the only time it's happened with her. I probably could have gotten it back and, I mean... but I was so embarrassed.." I trailed off.
Earlier that evening, when my tallywhacker wasn't working properly with Amber, I basically shut down the whole sexual endeavor. I probably could have gotten it back, like I had just said. It was just so embarrassing I didn't know what to do.
"But it was just, you thought it was just because you got distracted?" Mom asked me.
"I think so. I mean, I don't know. I was paying attention to Amber but then... Mom, do we really have to talk about this?"
"Well, then let's talk options, Stephen," Mom said pragmatically.
Options? I asked myself.
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"Options?" I asked my mother.
"Well, sure. If you don't want to TELL about it, maybe you can just SHOW instead," Mom said cryptically.
"Show..." I asked her. What... was she...???
"Yes, Stephen. Show. If you don't want to have a detailed conversation about this, there's another way you can help me out here."
"Show?" I asked again.
"Yes. Actually, wait, have you even, uhm... well, ejaculated? Today, after Amber left?" Mom sounded concerned.
"Mom..." I begged.
"Stephen," Mom replied sternly.
"No," I sighed. "I didn't... ejaculate." Wow. Never thought I'd have to tell my mom that.
"Then, according to your reporting here, it sounds like you should be able to get an erection again."
"I... I guess so..." I replied sheepishly.
"And probably pretty easily, too," Mom added. "So, if you'd rather not tell, then you can show. You can show me that you can get an erection."
Who was this woman sitting next to me? And how did she look exactly like my mom? I groaned like I had never groaned before.
"Okay, well, then let's keep talking. Haven't you and Amber-"
Somehow, I decided it would be easier just to show my mom. I mean, it was nothing she hadn't seen before anyway. She'd walked in on me jerking off in the past. And I really, really didn't want to have an in-depth discussion about this with my mom. As crazy as it seemed, just showing her seemed easier.
And it's not like I could just leave her hanging. She was obviously terribly concerned about my health. I'd be a really shitty son if I didn't assuage her concerns...
I wasn't even really sure I would be able to get hard, in front of my mom like this. But I would try. For her sake, so she didn't have to worry about me.
"Mom, I don't really even know if I can get hard on command like this, it's kinda awkward," I said as I looked at my mom and unbuttoned my pants. I slowly unzipped as she replied:
"I think once you relax a little, it'll be fine. That is, if everything really is working down there." She raised one eyebrow at me, quickly glancing at my groin.
"It is, it is..." I replied, lifting my butt up from the couch as I slid my shorts down to my ankles. I left my loose-fitting boxers on. I was now just wearing boxers and a shirt.
"Let's take your shirt off too, Stephen," Mom suggested.
"Okay, Mom," I supposed it wasn't necessary, but I obeyed my mother and slipped my shirt off over my head.
I sighed as I pulled my boxers to the side... exposing myself to my mom.
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"Oh, wow! You trim!" Mom exclaimed as she clapped her hands together in front of her.
"Try not to get too excited, Mom," I teased her and rolled my eyes, and she rolled her eyes back. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, but I still wasn't sure I was going to be able able to get hard. But at least with my mom, I didn't have to feel embarrassed
"It just looks nice, that's all. Okay, so that's totally soft?" Mom asked, gazing down at my penis. I looked down at it too. It rested peacefully in my lap, laying serenely on a soft bed of dark pubic hairs that had grown to maybe one-eighth or one-quarter-inch since the last time I had run the buzzer over the area.
"Yeah, pretty much..." I replied.
"Well? Are you gonna get it hard?" Mom asked directly. She was still in a cross-legged position, and her hands fidgeted anxiously in her lap. Her eyes were fixated on my penis.
"Are you gonna get it hard for Mommy?" she teased me with a big dumb smile on her face, and I chuckled under my breath. "Jesus Christ," I breathed into my palm, which was covering most of my face.
"Well, I don't know!" Mom exclaimed. "I don't know what to say in this situation! It is kinda nice, though," she added, and her eyes bulged for a split second:
It may have moved.
"You don't have to say anything, Mom," I replied.
"Someone has to say something! It's a nice penis, anyway," she said, and I believe it moved again. Mom smiled. Then she started talking more:
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"Does it get much bigger when it's hard?" Mom asked me, and her voice had changed.
"Yeah, it gets a lot bigger," I told my mother truthfully. It had moved again, and was now beginning to lift itself up from the soft bed of short pubic hairs it had been resting on.
"I can't wait to see it, baby," Mom replied, and her voice had changed even more, somehow she was speaking quietly and loudly at the same time. Without even realizing it or thinking about it consciously, I had begun to stroke myself at the base of my shaft.
"There you go, baby," Mom intoned. "Stroke your cock for Mommy," she instructed me.
"Okay, Mom," I acquiesced, and I began stroking more up my shaft, and closer to the head, and I was rapidly growing harder, mostly from Mom's encouragement.
"Hold it up?" Mom asked me. I held my cock up from the base, but it still leaned over to the right.
"Okay, keep going," Mom said. "I think it can get harder than that."
"It can, Mom," I replied, and I was watching her face, and her eyes were watching me, and her mouth hung open, and I wondered how warm her saliva was.
"I think it gets harder when I talk about it," Mom smiled at me. "See!" she exclaimed, pointing at my penis. I was still stroking myself slowly, and I had felt the jolt in my shaft that she had apparently seen.
"I can't help it, Mom," I apologized to her, feeling a little ashamed at how excited I was getting from my mom asking me questions about my dick. She gave me a look that told me everything was okay. That everything would always be okay, no matter what.
Whatever silly little shame I felt melted away in an instant and was gone. And just her loving face had completed the job: I was pretty sure I was completely hard now.
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I held my self up from the base and looked over at my mom proudly. My body language probably said something like, "See, Mom? I told you my dick gets hard. Look at how big and hard it is right now. See? Look at how hard it got from you talking to me about it." I subconsciously thought about how I was basically completely naked in front of my mom. Sure, I still had my loose boxer shorts on, but they were pulled away from my groin and were bunched up around my hips a little like how my like Mom's shirt was bunched up on her.
My mom's shirt. Although Mom's shirt was bunched up around her waist, her waist and sides and breasts were still fully covered. But as she gazed at my erect penis with her mouth dangling open, I began to notice that I could see her nipples through her shirt. I thought about other times in the past when I had noticed her nipples, and quickly looked away.
So that she wouldn't notice me looking. So that I wouldn't notice her body. Like I was noticing and thinking about it now.
"Stephen," Mom began, laughing under her breath. "I've noticed you looking at my chest. It's okay. I know they're big."
She then used her hands to tuck her shirt under and around her breasts, outlining them so clearly that their shapes were clearly defined. And her nipples could be seen so plainly through the thin fabric of her shirt that even her areolas were plainly visible. It felt almost like seeing her completely topless.
Subconsciously, I had begun rubbing my shaft at the base. I realized what I was doing and froze.
"Why'd you stop?" she asked me. "Don't you need to cum?"
"I-- yeah, but-- Mom, I can't," I stammered, and she interrupted me.
"Yes you can, you can do it in front of me, I don't mind," she reassured me. "Actually, I'd like to see you have an orgasm, Stephen. It's not just about getting an erection, it's also important that you can stay hard until you're ready to ejaculate," she explained. I guess she was technically right.
Mom used her hands to press her breasts together, forming a long line of cleavage that went almost up to her neck. Her fingers dug into her nipples. I stared over at my mom's rocking boobs and began to slowly stroke myself again. Every once in a while she would jiggle her boobs left and right or up and down. Her breasts are so big and beautiful. I'm no expert, but I would be surprised if they were just Double-D's. They had to be bigger than that.
"Honey, would you mind if I held it for just a sec?" Mom asked me after I had been stroking for about a minute or so. "Just, uhm, just to test how hard it is," she clarified. I told her she could hold it.
"Okay, scoot over closer to me, baby," Mom instructed me. I obeyed her, scooting over until I was sitting right next to her. I could smell her shampoo. The same one she had used for as long as I can remember.
I held myself up again, but Mom lightly swatted my hand away. My penis pointed up at me, and Mom took my shaft in her right hand, holding me just below the head. She squeezed several times, and I throbbed in her hand. She pointed my erection in several different directions and she seemed to be feeling for the various resistances that the human erection can have. For example, if it's pushed forward to a certain point, it sort of resists going any farther. Mine does, anyway.
I was a little sad when my mom let go of me after only around fifteen seconds.
"Okay, thank you honey, I'm sorry if that was a little weird," Mom said as she pulled her hand away from my shaft.
"It's okay, Mom," I told her. "It felt kinda nice," I added carefully. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. I couldn't take it back now. Mom readjusted her shirt around her breasts as I began stroking myself again. What an incredible view. I was close enough that I could see the fabric of her shirt stretching around her nipples, and I believed that I could faintly see the darker, pinker skin of her nipples underneath.
"It felt really nice, baby," Mom agreed with me. "It's really hard. But you still need to finish, Stephen," she said, her eyes on my lap, my eyes on her breasts, wonderfully outlined by her shirt.
Hearing my mom say that made me begin stroking faster, going farther up my shaft now, stopping each time right under the head of my penis.
"That's good, baby," Mom encouraged me. "That's such a beautiful cock, baby," she added quietly.
My god. Hearing my mom say that was incredible. I felt harder and bigger than I had ever felt before.
I held myself up for my mom so she could see my penis more clearly. "You really like it, mom?" I asked her. I wanted her to say more wonderful things about my penis.
"Of course, of course I do, it's a perfect cock, baby," mom said, and then she sort of adjusted her seat and leaned forward, looking at the tip of my penis very closely.
"Honey, I think you're getting close!" she encouraged me. "Look, some stuff's already coming out! Would you hold it still for a sec?" she asked me. I answered by holding myself up as still as I possibly could.
I watched in disbelief as my mother gently swiped her index finger over the tip of my penis, smearing my precum over the head of my penis but mostly collecting it on her finger. My mouth hung open as I watched her clean her finger off in her mouth, closing her lips around her finger and closing her eyes for just a moment as she swallowed her son's precum.
"The taste is pretty much normal, so that's a good sign," Mom remarked to herself as I began stroking myself again, now going over the head of my penis as I stroked up and down.
"It's pretty good, actually," Mom said again, and she seemed to be moving something around in her mouth, and she swallowed again. Hearing her say that had made me even more excited. I began stroking faster, and a stream of precum leaked out of my penis and I used it to massage the head.
"Oh, wow, shiny..." mom said as I continued my business.
"Okay... Just... One sec..." Mom said thoughtfully as she delicately reached over into my lap once more, and this time she used her thumb, swirling it once over and once around the head of my penis. I paused and watched while she collected my fluid.
"Okay, carry on..." Mom said as she popped her thumb back into her mouth. She seemed to suck on it absentmindedly while watching me stroke myself.
After another minute or so, I was still stroking, still leaking, and Mom had a question for me:
"Do you think you're getting close?" she asked me, finally taking her thumb out of her mouth.
"I'm... I'm getting closer," I said, panting from the exertion that I did not realize was even there, thanks to my mom's incredible display of her breasts. I felt pretty awkward asking my mom this next thing:
"Could you... get me some tissues or a towel or... or something?" I was breathing heavily. I wasn't sure when, but I knew I was getting close.
"Honey, this might sound a little extreme, but I'd actually like you to finish in my mouth," Mom said plainly, as if she wasn't asking her teenage son to ejaculate into her mouth.
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What the fuck? She couldn't be serious? But she hadn't seemed to mind the taste, whatever little she got of it from my precum. Was this still just part of her trying to make sure I'm healthy? I pictured my mom's lips around the tip of my penis, and the excitement was too much: I would not be able to prevent myself from cumming for much longer.
"Mom, Mom--" I said urgently, and she interrupted me, sensing what was happening.
"Stand up, honey," she instructed me and I obeyed, standing up awkwardly from the couch, slowing down my pace to stop from cumming too quickly.
"I don't want this to get messy," Mom said to herself as she pulled her shirt off over her head. The hem caught separately on each of her massive breasts. Her nipples were pink and hard, scrunched up so the areolas were very small and wrinkled and crowded up against the center. I wished that her shirt had been off this whole time. I couldn't believe her breasts were naked in front of me. They were more glorious and wonderful than I ever would have imagined.
I watched my mom's breasts bouncing boobily as she quickly placed a pillow at my feet and kneeled down in front of me. I was now jacking off with my penis just 12 or 18 inches from her lovely face.
"Okay, honey," Mom said sweetly and pragmatically. I can just open up like this" -- and Mom held her mouth open wide for just a moment and said 'Ahhh!' like someone at the doctor's office -- "But I'd prefer if you just let me put your penis in my mouth when you ejaculate. What do you think, Stephen?" Mom looked ahead at my penis, which I now held firmly at the base of the head, doing my best to stave off the coming orgasm.
"That's... That's okay, Mom, you can suck it, Mom," I said desperately, inching closer to my mom's lovely face.
"I didn't mean I would exactly 'suck it', sweetheart, but -- Oh!!!" She exclaimed as I interrupted her. I couldn't help it -- I had begun ejaculating, and the first spurt of pale semen had landed over my mother's mouth, with some falling in between her lips and some more streaked from her lower lip to her upper lip.
Before another spurt could exit my throbbing urethra, Mom quickly stuffed the head of my penis into her mouth, her lips locked right at the base of it.
"Ahhb-" her mouth made a brief and urgent noise which was cut off as her lips gently closed around my shaft.
My mother looked up at me wide-eyed as I stroked myself into her warm mouth. She was nodding her head slightly each time another spurt of warm semen exited my penis. It seemed like she was encouraging me. "Yes, baby, cum for mommy," she might have said, if her mouth had not been full of my penis and filling with my semen.
I could feel her tongue pressed up against my penis underneath my urethra. It felt like her tongue was positioned so that each spurt of semen would flow over her tongue when it entered her mouth. But it felt like I was ejaculating so forcefully that it may have just been flying past her tongue, pelting the roof or the back of her mouth, and then dripping down to the bottom where it would form a small pool among her lower teeth.
When I was finally done, Mom closed her eyes and she seemed to swallow, while keeping most of the head of my penis in her mouth. As she swallowed, I could feel the pressure in her mouth increase, pulling the tip of my penis further into her mouth for just a moment.
I watched in disbelief as my mom's soft lips slurped over the head of my penis again and again, each time ending in a loving little kiss over my urethra before her lips dragged back up, staying on just the head of my penis, not yet actually disconnecting her mouth from me even for a moment.
The way she used her mouth on me made me feel so loved. Like she couldn't bear to take her mouth away from me. And then she finally did, but then she did something else that made me feel even better.
There was still, on her face, the one spurt from when I had begun cumming. Mom used her fingers and pushed everything into her mouth, then cleaned her fingers off for good measure.
She had swallowed every last drop.
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Mom held her hands up for me to take in mine.
"That was pretty good," she said a little clinically, pulling herself up from the floor. "You stayed hard the whole time, and do you normally ejaculate that, uhm, that forcefully?" Mom was still topless, and now she was standing right in front of me. I hate to say this, but I was probably gawking at her perfect breasts like an idiot teenager as we spoke, standing so close together in the living room as Jeff Goldblum watched us patiently from the frozen TV, and as my orgasmic fluid drained into my mom's stomach.
"I don't think so, it's uh, I mean did, like, did it come out-" I stammered. Mom still held my hands in hers between us and she caressed the backs of my fingers with her thumbs.
"Yes, honey, it came out really hard, very forcefully. That's a good sign though. You know, health-wise. Maybe you were just a little built-up from earlier? You know, with Amber?" she suggested, but that wasn't true at all. I was pretty sure Amber had absolutely nothing to do with it.
Mom's nipples were softening in front of me, and I noticed their texture becoming smooth as they seemed to grow in size. It was almost hypnotic. Not only did they smooth out and grow in size, but they lightened in color and were becoming closer to the shade of the the surrounding skin of her breasts.
"No, Mom, it's not from that," I finally said.
"Oh?" She almost sounded coy.
"It's just because I was really, really excited," I said quietly, looking away from her.
"Why were you so excited?" She asked me, gently taking my chin in her fingers and pointing my face up at her. She is slightly taller than me, so I had to look up just a little bit to meet her gaze.
"Because of doing this with you. Because of looking at you and... seeing more of you." I glanced down at her chest, then back up at her face. "Because of talking to you about this kind of stuff," I explained to her wonderful, non-judgmental face. I couldn't believe I had just said that to my mother, but I couldn't imagine having said anything else.
And then I added, because I couldn't lie by omission: "And because of you looking at me."
Mom's face turned red, and she smiled so hard that I worried she might cry, and she stepped towards me and slowly wrapped her strong arms around my shoulders and my torso. She held me close to her, and for the first time in what must have been a long time, the naked skin of our chests and stomachs were pressed together. Even though her wonderful breasts were smooshed up against my upper chest, I did not even think about that, I just thought about how warm and comforting she was, and how I didn't want to let go of her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.
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Mom kissed me over my ear and neck, but in a motherly way, not a sexual way. There was barely any moisture on her lips when she kissed me like this.
"I feel a lot better now," Mom said, and I felt her embrace tighten around me, and she re-positioned her fingertips which were now gripping me intensely.
"But I think we'll need to try again a little later tonight," Mom said, and she had released me from her loving embrace and now held me with her hands firmly on my hips and she looked at me meaningfully. "One orgasm is expected, but another one in the same day would be a really, really good sign. Especially if your penis stays as hard as it did just now. So maybe let's go just one more time before bed?" She nodded hopefully at me.
I'm not sure what I said then, if I said anything at all. But I'm sure that I was smiling like an idiot.
"And we can just both get naked right off the bat. How does that sound?"
Now I hugged her again and this time my mind registered her nipples pressed firmly against my upper chest. My mommy kissed me over my neck and my ears and my face.
I told her I couldn't wait.