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As the relentless pulse of teenage angst and desire coursed through his veins, Jeremy’s usual morning routine wasn’t cutting it. His hand, once trusty in its solitary exploration, now seemed an inadequate companion. The walls of his room, lined with posters of scantily clad models, no longer offered the thrill they once had. His eyes sought something more, something forbidden, something that could truly ignite the fire within.
With his mother out shopping, the house was silent, save for the hum of the fridge and the distant rumble of traffic outside. Jeremy, seizing the moment, crept along the carpeted hallway, and made his way to the dirty laundry basket. Jackpot after digging through dirty clothes. He found a pair of his mothers dirty knickers. He took them and went straight to the living room and put on a porn DVD and took out his cock.
He gave her knickers a good inhale as he sniffed them and could smell the scent of her pussy. He got his cock out and wrapped the knickers around his cock. Making sure the part what would conceal her vagina was at the head of his cock. This would allow him to cum in them when he was about to ejaculate.
Jeremy’s mum was a fit woman, meaning very good looking yeah but fit as she was always at the gym. She had left Jeremy’s dad a good 6 years ago and hasn’t been with another man since. She had D cup size and was slim, with toned belly and short brunette hair, like a bob cut.
So Jeremy is all set and presses play on the DVD remote to an opening scene of a Mum doing laundry and gets stuck in the washing machine. Where she calls for help as she is in a short skirt and it is ridden up.
“Bullshit she is stuck,” Jeremy says as he’s stroking his cock with the friction of his moms knickers around his cock. “But still hot as fuck, damn now the son as caught her. I wish that was me and my mom.”
Jeremy’s breath hitched as he watched the voluptuous actress on screen, her curves pressed against the confines of a washing machine, her legs splayed in a way that sent a jolt straight to his groin. The soft fabric of his mother’s panties, still absorbing her intimate musk, slid smoothly against his throbbing shaft, an illicit thrill that heightened his arousal. Each stroke was a deliciously sinful caress, his fantasy merging with the scene unfolding before him.
“Mum’s would look even better,” he mumbled, lips parting as he imagined her athletic figure trapped, her toned legs kicking in feigned distress, her shirt riding up to reveal the firm swell of her breasts.
In his vivid mind, it was his own fingers he pictured, parting the fabric of her skirt, revealing the damp evidence of his desire cradling his cock. The screen flickered, but his focus remained on the tangy aroma that clung to the cotton, his mother’s essence driving him closer to the edge. The actress’s cries for help morphed into his mother’s voice, calling out to him, beckoning him to save her, an invitation to his darkest fantasy.
The scene shifted, the son in the video now behind her as he slides her panties to the side and sticks his dick in her. Jeremy wishing it was him as he tugged his hard cock faster as he moaned, “Ah Mum take my dick.”
Jeremy’s eyes were riveted to the screen, his grip tightening around the remote as if willing himself into the scene. His breathing grew ragged, the air thick with his own musky scent mingling with the lingering aroma of his mother’s panties. The soft fabric was drenched, his precum mixing with the faint trace of her, and the sensation escalated his need. The woman’s moans on the television were now his mother’s, her imagined sobs for rescue turning to gasps of pleasure. His mind was ablaze with lust, the edges of reality blurred as his strokes became more urgent.
As the actor on screen plunged into the actress, Jeremy mirrored the action, the knickers sliding slickly, the friction relentless. “Fuck, mom… if only,” he groaned, the taboo of his thoughts sending shocks of pleasure through him. With each motion, he felt the heat building, the familiar coil tightening in his gut.
Suddenly, the scene climaxed, the son on film grunting and thrusting, and Jeremy couldn’t hold back any longer. “Mom, I’m cumin!” he panted, his hips bucking as he envisioned pushing deep into his mother, the fantasy so vivid he could almost feel the warmth of her inner walls. His cock pulsed, the first spurt of cum jetting out, soaking both the fabric and his hand, the warmth spreading as he ejaculated into the knickers, filling them with his seed.
“JEREMY, what are you…” I turned around, Mum was stood right there with her jaw dropped.
Jeremy’s heart slammed against his chest, the shock of being caught freezing his movements mid-thrust. His mother’s eyes widened, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief, a crimson flush spreading across her cheeks. He lay there, his cock still pulsating, the scent of his own release mingling with hers, the air heavy with the evidence of his sin.
The room fell silent, save for the lewd sounds still emanating from the TV. His mother’s gaze flickered from the screen to the soiled panties wrapped around his softening member, then back to his face. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Jeremy’s breath caught in his throat as he realized he’d been caught in the most explicit act, her panties dripping with his cum, a testament to his taboo desire.
“Mum, I—”Jeremy started, his voice cracking, his apology dying on his lips as his mother’s hand rose to her mouth, the shock giving way to a strange fascination in her eyes.
She took a step forward, her voice low and measured,” Jeremy, what the hell do you think you’re doing with my… with those?” Her tone wasn’t angry, but bewildered, the words laden with an underlying tension that hinted at something more complex than mere outrage.
He swallowed hard, the flush creeping up his neck, “I… I was just… I didn’t mean for you to see…” His confession hung in the air, incomplete and inadequate.
His mother stepped closer, the maternal concern in her eyes battling with something fiercer, more primal. She glanced at the screen, where the fictional mother was still moaning, then back to her son, her breath hitching as she took in the full scene.
“You’ve been fantasizing about your mother, haven’t you?” she asked, her voice a whisper, tinged with something he couldn’t place—was it disgust or an odd, dark curiosity? Jeremy nodded, unable to meet her gaze, his hand still trembling with the aftermath of his climax.
“Yes,” he admitted, the word barely audible.
She stood there, her chest rising and falling, the shock giving way to a slow, deliberate breath. “And you used my… my panties,” she stated, her eyes darting back to the evidence of his act.
His mother’s eyes burned into him, the flush on her cheeks deepening as she took in the scene before her. “You’ve been using my knickers to… to masturbate,” she said slowly, each word measured, as if tasting its implications.
Jeremy felt his face burn with humiliation and shame. He started to stammer an apology but was cut off by his mother’s next question.
“And you were… thinking about me while doing it?” Her voice shook slightly, a tremor betraying the intensity of emotion behind her words.
The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with an electric tension that made Jeremy’s skin prickle. His mother’s eyes bored into him, a storm of emotions swirling within their depths – shock, anger, but also something else…something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
“You’re disgusting,” she spat out finally. “How could you do this? How could you violate me like this?” Her voice rose with each word until it was almost a shriek.
Jeremy cringed at her words and looked down at his still-exposed cock now limp and glistening from the mix of their juices coating it. He felt utterly humiliated by what he had done and ashamed for getting caught jerking off in her dirty knickers.
Jeremy’s heart pounded in his chest as he looked up at his mother, her face a mask of disgust and anger. He knew he had crossed a line, violated her trust and privacy in the most intimate way possible. The weight of his actions pressed down on him like a physical force.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, the words barely audible over the pounding of blood in his ears. “I didn’t mean for you to find out… I never wanted to hurt you.”
His mother stared at him for what felt like an eternity before she spoke again, her voice low and trembling with emotion.
“You’re my son,” she said slowly. “How could you do this? How could you think about me that way?”
Jeremy hung his head lower if that was even possible feeling utterly ashamed by what he’d done. “I don’t know mom… I just couldn’t help it…”
“Turn that shit off, clean up. I am off to make a coffee, we will talk about this later.” his Mum said as she stormed off into the kitchen.
Jeremy’s heart raced as he heard his mother storm off to the kitchen. He quickly turned off the TV and scrambled to clean up, wiping himself with tissues before stuffing his Mum’s cum-soaked knickers into the dirty laundry basket.
The rich aroma of coffee percolated through the kitchen as Jeremy’s mother gathered her thoughts. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for a mug from the cabinet, the image of her son’s illicit act seared into her mind. She could still taste his confession on her lips, its bitter aftertaste lingering in the pit of her stomach.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen as Jeremy’s mother stood at the counter, her back to him. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before turning around. Her eyes met his and she could see the shame etched on his face.
“Sit down,” she said firmly, gesturing towards one of the chairs at their small dining table.
Jeremy did as he was told and sat down across from her. His mother placed two mugs on the table – one for each of them – before taking a seat herself.
She stared into her coffee for what felt like an eternity before finally speaking up again: “I want you to tell me everything.”
“What do you mean?” Jeremy asked nervously playing with his hands in front of him not able looking up meeting moms gaze directly
“I mean exactly that,” she replied sharply.” I want every single detail about how long this has been going on…and don’t leave anything out!”
“You’ve been doing this for how long? Using my dirty kn… knickers to masturbate,” his mother demanded, the words sounding even more provocative coming from her.
Jeremy felt his cock twitch at her question but quickly looked away. Her eyes bore into him demandingly waiting for an answer.
Jeremy swallowed hard, his face flushing with embarrassment. He knew he couldn’t lie to his mother, not after she had caught him red-handed. “Just today,” he admitted quietly.
Jeremy’s heart pounded as he stared into his mother’s piercing gaze. He knew he had to be honest, even if it meant facing her wrath.
“I’ve been… thinking about you like that for a while now,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “But today was the first time I actually used your knickers.”
His mother let out an audible gasp at his admission, her eyes widening in shock and disgust. She took another sip of coffee before setting down the mug with deliberate slowness.
“You’re telling me you’ve been fantasizing about me sexually? Your own mother?” Her voice shook slightly as she spoke those words aloud for the first time.
Jeremy nodded shamefully not able to meet moms gaze. “I’m so sorry mom,” he said again. “It just happened one day after seeing something on TV…and then it kept happening more and more until finally today when I couldn’t control myself anymore. You are hot as well, sorry just being truthful.”
She sighed looking into her coffee and taking a deep breath. She looked at him before speaking. Jeremy’s mother stared at him, her eyes burning into his soul. “You think I’m hot?” she asked, a dangerous edge to her voice.
Jeremy swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words hanging in the air between them. “I… yes,” he admitted quietly. “But that doesn’t make it right.”
His mother stood up abruptly and started pacing around the kitchen like a caged animal seeking an escape route from its confines – or maybe just trying to process this new information about her own son’s desires for HER body!
The sound of his mother’s voice snapped Jeremy out of his reverie. He blinked, the hazy dream dissipating as he came back to reality.
She was still standing there in front of him, one hand on her hip, the other gesturing angrily. “And what makes you think it’s okay to fantasize about me like that?” she demanded.
Jeremy opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally managing an answer: “I-I don’t know,” he stammered. “It just happened.”
His mother rolled her eyes skyward as if seeking divine intervention for dealing with this mess – or perhaps she was simply trying not to throttle him right then and there! She took several deep breaths before continuing:
“Listen up because I’m only going say this once.” Her gaze pierced into him like daggers made from ice chips threateningly cold enough make shivers run down anyone unfortunate enough come within range while also leaving behind scars none would ever forget upon touching them again later without repercussions. “You will never EVER touch my personal belongings again do you hear? NEVER AGAIN. But…”
“But…” she paused, her eyes narrowing as she studied him intently. “If you really can’t control yourself, there are other ways to… relieve your urges.”
Jeremy’s heart pounded in his chest at the implication of her words. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“W-what do you mean?” he asked hesitantly.
His mother took a deep breath before speaking again: “I’m not saying I approve of this,” she clarified firmly.” But if it means keeping my panties out of your hands and away from any further ‘accidents’, then perhaps we can come to an arrangement.”
“What kind of arrangement?” Jeremy asked, his eyes widening in disbelief. The room seemed to spin slightly as he tried to wrap his mind around what was happening.
“Maybe a few times a week, maybe I can well you know help you out.” She covered her face, “I can’t believe I am about to suggest such a thing.”
Jeremy’s eyes snapped up, the gravity of his mother’s words sinking in. His heart hammered against his ribs as he dared to hope for a way out that didn’t involve complete estrangement from her.
“An arrangement?” Jeremy repeated, trying to keep the tremor from his voice. “What sort of…arrangement?”
His Mum leaned forward on the table, her gaze piercing yet strangely calculating—her expression hardening into resolve. She spoke with deliberate care: “I’ve been alone since your father left… and I can’t deny it’s been difficult managing my own desires too.”
Jeremy’s pulse quickened, his breath caught in his throat as the gravity of her suggestion hung between them like a charged wire. The words ‘arrangement’ echoed ominously yet temptingly, promising both risk and relief.
“I’m listening,” he managed to croak out, leaning forward ever so slightly across the table towards her.
His mother paused for a moment; she seemed to weigh each word with care before they left her lips. “If you… if this is something that won’t stop on its own—this fixation—you will come directly to me when it arises.” She locked eyes with him firmly. “There are ways adults manage these urges without resorting to my personal items.”
“I’ll come to you?” he echoed softly, unable now to tear away from the intensity of her gaze. His eyes fixated on her cleavage. “You mean…we’d…”
“Yes,” she affirmed firmly. “If you can’t control it—and I see now perhaps you cannot—then we address this head-on.” She leaned back slightly, giving him space yet somehow drawing him closer at once. “You will come to me instead of my things. Right I think we talked enough about this, I don’t have the energy to cook so let us order a take out.”
Jeremy’s gaze lingered on his mother, her proposition hanging between them like a delicate thread stretched taut. The kitchen seemed to shrink around the charged silence, the ticking of the clock an intruder in their private world.
“I… I understand,” Jeremy murmured, barely above a whisper as he searched for composure. His mind reeled with possibilities and implications that upended everything he knew about boundaries and taboos.
His mother nodded once sharply before rising from her chair; she moved towards him with purposeful steps. “Good.” She reached out—her hand cold against his flushed cheek—as if sealing a pact they both were uncertain would ever be spoken aloud again outside these walls. He could see down her top as she then caught his eyes on her and moved back and got up to ring for a take out.
Later that night Jeremy lays in bed in just his boxer shorts. He couldn’t get the visions of his Mum out of his head.
The darkness of Jeremy’s bedroom enveloped him, his thoughts as tangled as the sheets beneath. The hum of night outside seemed to echo the whirlwind in his mind — a storm of arousal and trepidation after the day’s revelations. His mother’s proposition still resonated through every fibre, an offer that felt both forbidden and tantalizing.
As he tossed restlessly, visions flitted across his closed eyelids—her firm resolve mixed with a hint of vulnerability when she spoke those daring words: “You will come directly to me.”
So he did, as Jeremy got out of bed and quietly walked out of his room. His heart beating so fast like a war drum as he approached his mothers bedroom. He stood there a little while as he felt his cock harden in his boxers. And then, he knocked on her door.
With a breath that shuddered in his chest, Jeremy’s knuckles grazed the wood of her door. The knock was light but seemed to reverberate through the silent house like a confession. He waited, each heartbeat slamming against his ribcage as anticipation rolled over him.
“Come in,” came her voice from within—firm and expectant.
Jeremy’s hand trembled as he turned the doorknob, pushing his mother’s door open with a soft creak. The room was bathed in a warm glow from her bedside lamp; it cast an intimate light over the bed where she sat propped up against pillows, reading but clearly waiting. She had her glasses on and he could see the swell of her big breasts against her nightie.
“Mom,” Jeremy breathed out, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. His heart thrummed wildly under his ribs as if trying to escape its cage at any second. First thing she noticed was his boxers like a tent a raging boner.
Her eyes, sharp behind the frame of her glasses, immediately fell to his tented boxers. A knowing glance flickered across her face as she placed a bookmark in between the pages and set aside the book. “I see you’ve taken my words seriously,” she remarked with an even tone that belied any hint of judgment.
“Mom…” His voice was barely more than breath escaping past tight lips, each syllable laden with need and trepidation. “I… I couldn’t sleep.”
His confession hung there like mist clinging to dawn air—promising both chill and warmth at once—as he stepped further into the room’s soft light. He watched as she shifted slightly in the bed, making space beside her without saying a word—a silent invitation cloaked in tension.
“Come here,” she beckoned softly, patting the space next to her on the bed with an air of quiet authority. Jeremy quietly walked over and climbed inside her bed feeling very nervously.
“Tell me what you’re feeling right now,” she instructed gently yet firmly as she put her book to the side and her glasses.
“I’m… I can’t stop thinking about you,” Jeremy confessed, voice quivering. “About what we discussed earlier. I am so… so hard.” He swallowed hard, every nerve ending alive to the charged atmosphere enveloping them both. Her hand now resting on his thigh, too close for comfort.
“I will sort your… thingy then after go straight back to bed ok.” She said calmly as she reached for the waistband of his boxers.
Her fingertips brushed the elastic of his boxers, sending a shiver down Jeremy’s spine as she deftly slipped them past his hips. His hard cock sprang free, an unspoken testament to desire restrained too long. The air seemed charged with electricity; her touch ignited every nerve it grazed.
“Now,” she said in a tone both soothing and commanding, “lie back.” Her voice was velvet wrapped around steel—a mother guiding yet something more primal stirring beneath.
Jeremy obeyed without hesitation, lowering himself onto the mattress beside her—his pulse racing like hooves on cobblestones at full gallop—as he felt cool sheets against heated skin. She moved closer until their bodies were mere inches apart. Then took out Jeremy’s hard solid cock and held it at the base as she slowly pump her hand up and down.
“You’re quite hard,” she observed quietly, her voice steady as if commenting on the weather while heat pooled between them. “This is what you want—to be touched by your own mother?”
“Yes,” he whispered, unable to meet her eyes for fear they’d betray the full extent of his longing. “We can’t do this can we, I mean I don’t want to you know, make a mess in your bed.”
His mother’s touch, warm and steady upon his rigid length, elicited a sharp gasp from Jeremy. The taboo act sent waves of pleasure coursing through him that were both electrifying and terrifying. “I trust you to be careful,” she said softly as her hand worked its magic around his pulsating cock. “Maybe you are right, ill use something else, at least the mess will go somewhere else.”
Her head disappeared under the covers.
His mother’s warm breath ghosted over the tip of his cock as she prepared to take him into her mouth, a sensation so unreal yet potent that Jeremy felt every muscle tense in anticipation. The room seemed to shrink around them, the only sound now their mingled breathing and the soft rustle of fabric.
She paused briefly before taking him fully between her lips—her tongue swirling with expertise born not from maternal instinct but carnal knowledge. Her bobbed hair grazed his thighs as she moved expertly.
“Oh God… that feels so good suck it,” he groaned softly, arching up towards warmth and wetness that enveloped him completely—he couldn’t believe his mother was sucking his cock.
His hips involuntarily bucked towards her warmth as she took more of him in each time — slow sucks drawing out every bit of tension until he felt like bursting at seams not yet torn. “Mom…” he whimpered, guttural need escaping past clenched teeth.
She pulled back momentarily for air before diving down again—her eyes locked onto his through strands of hair fallen over flushed cheeks—a gaze intense enough to scorch skin even without touch. Then there came suction so perfect it bordered on divine torture; rhythmic pulls drew closer an inevitable climax threatening to overwhelm all rational thought.
Her head bobbed gently now, each descent sending sparks along Jeremy’s spine while one hand massaged firmly his balls. And then, she murmured something, “oh shit my pussy is so wet, god your dicks so big.” She went back to sucking his dick hard.
He kept his hands off her while she did her job, but he was so tempted to reach around and grope her. The covers raising up and down between his legs where here head bobbed. His heart raced as he reached around to her ass and slightly up her nightie as he felt the rear of her pussy against her knickers and so… he rubbed the outline of her lips.
His fingers trembled with restraint as they grazed the soft fabric of her nightie, inching towards where his deepest fantasies lay. Jeremy’s breath caught in a sharp hiss at the daring move—his mother didn’t protest or pull away, instead a moan vibrated around him from deep within her throat. Then he slide a finger in the side of her knickers and gently raked her slit with his finger.
“Mom…” His whisper came out ragged, laced with awe and guilt entwined in one breathless plea. “I never thought… you’d let me…”
The rhythm of her mouth on him faltered for an instant at his boldness before resuming—a silent acknowledgment passed between them without words. Her own arousal scented the air now; she was wet from more than just saliva—the knowledge shot straight to where their bodies nearly joined.
“You’re making it very hard not to,” she murmured hoarsely around his pulsating cock before taking him deeper once again. Then Jeremy got more bolder as he now wasn’t just rubbing his finger along her slit, he popped his finger inside her cunt. He didn’t stop there, he started sliding his finger in and out of her pussy and her response was moans and sucking harder.
“Mom… your pussy is so wet,” he groaned out loud unable to hold back any longer as he added a second finger. “I want you so bad, I want to fuck this pussy.”
She pulled away from his cock under the blanket, while still firmly holding the base of his shaft. “We can’t. This will have to do. Trust me I wish we could do it, I so need it right now.” She went back to sucking on his cock. While Jeremy was finger fucking her with two fingers up her wet cunt.
Her head bobbed even faster as she moaned around his dick as Jeremy just went crazy with his fingers. Fingering her pussy faster as she sucked harder.
“I’m close… Mom,” he warned hoarsely, hips twitching involuntarily towards ecstasy. He pulled his fingers out of her and grabbed her hair tightly and started thrusting her mouth hard. She gagged as he face fucked her hard.
His mother’s gag reflex triggered a primal response, but she steadied herself against the onslaught of his urgency.
“Mom… I’m going to cum,” he warned again through clenched teeth, watching intently as if willing himself not to spill over too soon under her expert touch. She gave it her all sucking so intense and hard.
“I’m cumin… Mom!” The warning tore from his throat, a primal utterance that seemed to echo off every surface. With one final plunge against the velvet warmth of her skilled lips, Jeremy erupted—a hot flood pulsing forth as she expertly milked each spasm from him until spent waves washed over them both. In the quiet room all you could hear was her gulps as she drank every spurt he fired into her mouth.
As the last spasm subsided, Jeremy lay there spent, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. His mother slowly surfaced from beneath the covers, wiping the corners of her mouth and sucking her fingers.
“That should keep you for tonight,” she said softly but firmly – an unspoken reminder this wasn’t over yet; it was only beginning.
Jeremy still lay beside her in bed, dazed by both pleasure and disbelief mingling within his core. His body felt languidly sated after such release – yet restless knowing more might come if he dared ask again tomorrow night or any other time when temptation surged too high without control.
“Thank you… Mom,” he managed between pants catching each gasp meant not just gratitude but understanding heavy implications weighed upon them now.
“That settles it for tonight, go to bed and get some sleep ok,” she affirmed as if sealing their clandestine agreement with finality, though he sensed a promise or perhaps a warning beneath those simple words.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft beams that danced across Jeremy’s face as he awoke from an uneasy sleep. His mind was still reeling from last night’s blowjob and intimacy with his mother—every touch and sound seared into memory like branded flesh.
Later at breakfast—the kitchen bustling with morning ritual—they avoided too direct gazes yet shared knowing looks across toast crumbs and steaming mugs of coffee.
“Morning,” she greeted levelly over buttering toast—not meeting his gaze immediately but eventually offering him one loaded glance before focusing back on spreading jam across bread crusted golden brown. She was in her robe, slightly open he could see between her boobs and the sides of them.
“Morning,” Jeremy murmured back at last, unable to ignore how exposed she looked in that robe—the hint of cleavage teasing him from beneath soft fabric.
“Sleep well?” she asked simply, her eyes finally meeting his over rimmed coffee cups—a spark within hinting at unspoken truths beneath their domestic facade.
“I… yes,” he managed in response, throat tight. The question hung loaded as they both recalled last night’s secret acts under covers now neatly tucked away.
His gaze drifted down instinctively to where her robe parted ever so slightly; it took all his will not to stare openly at the soft swell that beckoned from its silk folds.
“Good, because I want you to have a good breakfast,” she replied with a smile as she slid a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of him. Her gaze lingered on his face for just a moment longer than necessary before turning away to refill her coffee mug.
The day went by as normal as Jeremy went to meet with friends and Mum at work. Jeremy tried to not give into to temptation. Each time he was at home his Mum would either be in tight shorts to skirts and low cut and short nighties.
It has been a week now and he was trying not to tell her when he had urges as he felt bad. But one night again he laid in bed with a major boner. He did what he did the week before and crept to his mothers room and knocked.
“Jeremy,” she whispered softly, stepping aside to let him enter. “What are you doing here at this hour?”
“I…I couldn’t sleep,” he admitted sheepishly, trying not to stare at her breasts but failing miserably.
“I see,” she whispered back, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she closed the door behind them. “You’re having one of those dreams again, aren’t you? well fantasies.” She gestured towards his visible erection straining against his boxers.
Jeremy nodded, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. “I’m sorry,” he muttered.
She sighed, “well at least it has been a week so you have some will power. Come on get in my bed.”
Jeremy hesitated for a moment before sliding into the warmth of his mother’s bed beside her. She was already in her nightwear – a thin silk robe that left little to the imagination, and beneath it, he knew she wore nothing else.
“You know what we have to do now,” she whispered softly, turning onto her side to face him. Her eyes glinted mischievously in the dim light from her bedside lamp.
“I…I think so,” Jeremy stammered nervously but excitedly at this familiar yet forbidden act they had shared once before.
“Good,” she murmured back as one hand reached out towards him under the covers. “Now let me help you with that problem of yours.”
Her fingers found the waistband of his boxers, deftly slipping beneath to wrap around his throbbing cock. Jeremy let out a soft moan as she began to stroke him slowly, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head.
“You like that don’t you?” she whispered against his ear, breath hot on skin already flushed with desire. “Your cock feels so hard for me.”
“Yes…mom, it feels so good,” Jeremy groaned as he felt her warm hand start to stroke him harder.
“Just enjoy it,” she whispered back before leaning down and taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it, teasing the sensitive skin while one hand continued pumping along his length beneath the covers.
Her reached around to her behind like before, slid his hand up her nightie. Jeremy was shocked, she had no underwear on. “I have been leaving them off all week just in case.”
He groaned as he realized she had been planning for this all week, his fingers trailing down to the smooth lips of her pussy, finding them already slick with arousal.
Her breath hitched as he grazed her entrance, and she paused momentarily before resuming the steady rhythm of her mouth on him.
“Mom…” Jeremy groaned softly, fingers teasingly dipping into that wet heat while his mother worked magic with tongue and lips upon his cock. All of a sudden she stopped and moved back and pulled the covers out the way.
“Lay down properly,” she ordered him to which he did quickly as then she straddled his face. Her pussy inch away from his move as she got in the 69 position as she took him back in her mouth.
Jeremy’s heart pounded in his chest as he found himself gazing up at the glistening folds of his mother’s pussy, mere inches from his face. The scent of her arousal filled the air, a musky sweetness that made him groan around the length of cock filling his mouth.
“Go on,” she urged softly, grinding gently against him—her breath hot on sensitive flesh.” Lick me like you’ve wanted to.”
Jeremy tentatively reached out with his tongue, tasting the slick heat of her pussy for the first time. She moaned around his cock at the contact, encouraging him to continue as she began to move against him in slow circles.
As Jeremy’s tongue delved deeper into his mother’s folds, she moaned louder around his cock. The vibration sent waves of pleasure coursing through him as he lapped at her greedily, reveling in the taste and feel of her against his mouth. Her hips rolled rhythmically against him while one hand maintained its steady pace on his shaft beneath the covers.
“Just like that,” she panted softly between licks.” Don’t stop…Oh god…” Her voice trailed off into a muffled cry around him before continuing again. “Feels so good…”
Encouraged by her words, Jeremy’s tongue sought out the hardness of her clit, giving it gentle circles and flicks. The sound of wet sucking filled their little bubble along with soft grunts from Jeremy as he did his best not to cum while she sucked.
Her hips began to move faster, grinding against his mouth with increasing urgency as she chased her own release while bringing him closer to the edge.
She pulled his dick out of her mouth for a second, “see isn’t this better than wrapping a pair of your moms knickers around your dick.”
“Yes, Mom,” Jeremy groaned, the visual of his mother’s words pushing him closer to the edge. “Your pussy tastes so good.”
She took him back in her mouth and moaned loudly around his cock as she started moving faster on top of him riding his face while sucking hard.
“Mom… I’m gonna cum,” he warned between gasps for air, fingers digging into her ass cheeks as he held on tight.
She pulled off of him briefly again, “Not yet,” she commanded breathlessly before taking him back in deep once more – this time swirling her tongue around expertly while keeping a steady rhythm with one hand pumping at base of shaft until…
Suddenly without warning she stopped sucking and lifted herself up from straddling his face so quickly it left Jeremy feeling bereft but also curious what was going on next?
“You want me?” Her voice dripped seduction now. She looked so horny.
“Yes…” His response barely audible due overwhelming anticipation coursing through veins ready burst forth anytime soon if given chance!
She laid on her back and pulled him on top of her as he relaxed between her legs, “I thought I was never allowed to have sex with you.”
She looked up at him, her eyes smouldering with desire and something else – a challenge perhaps? “Well, I haven’t had it in 6 years. This is twice I am getting you off, I be damned if I don’t get some fun,” she whispered huskily, guiding his cock to the entrance of her pussy without breaking eye contact.
“Are you sure about this?” Jeremy asked one last time, searching her gaze for any hint of hesitation or regret.
His mother reached up with both hands cupping either side of Jeremy’s face gently but firmly—her thumbs brushing away beads sweat gathered at temples while eyes locked onto hers held no trace doubt whatsoever. “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t,” she whispered as she wrapped her legs around his waist as he eagerly sunk his cock inside her pussy.
His mother let out a soft moan beneath him, arching slightly to meet each thrust with one of her own. “Oh god… Jeremy,” she whispered hoarsely against his neck where their bodies were pressed together intimately. “You feel so good inside me.”
Has he pumped his moms pussy his mouth on her neck trailing kisses. He made his way to her tits as he moved the robe out the way. He was shocked, she had no bra on and he kept on pounding her cunt harder as he sucked her tits.
His mother’s moans grew louder, filling the room with their combined passion as Jeremy continued to pound into her. Her hips moved in rhythm with his, matching each thrust with a push of her own until they found a perfect synchronization that sent waves of pleasure through both their bodies.
“Fuck…Mom,” Jeremy grunted between clenched teeth, feeling every muscle taut and ready to snap at any moment.”You’re so fucking tight.”
“Yes…” she panted back desperately clinging onto him—fingernails digging into firm flesh covering ribs beneath.” Harder…just like that…”
He did as she commanded, slamming into her harder and faster. Her moans grew louder, turning into screams of pleasure.
“Oh my god… I’m going to cum,” Jeremy panted heavily against the skin of his mother’s neck. His body was covered in sweat and he felt every muscle tightening ready for release.
“Yes!” She cried out encouragingly under him. “Fill mommy up! Cum inside your mommy, instead of my knickers. Ahhh honey ahh harder.”
His mother’s words spurred Jeremy on, his hips pistoning into her with increased pounding as he felt the coil within him tightening. She wrapped her legs around him tighter, pulling him deeper with each thrust until finally…
“Fuck! Mom!” Jeremy grunted loudly one last time before burying himself to the hilt inside of his mother and let out a torrent of hot cum deep into pussy. He shook violently atop of her unable to control or hold back anymore while she clawed at his back holding onto dear life beneath this powerful climax ripping through both their bodies simultaneously. He kept drilling her HARD until he stopped.
As Jeremy’s body finally stilled, he collapsed onto his mother, their chests heaving in unison as they gasped for air. The room was filled with the sounds of their ragged breaths and the distant hum of a passing car outside.
His mother wrapped her arms around him tightly, holding him close against her sweat-slicked skin. “That…that was…” she panted softly into his ear.
“Intense,” Jeremy finished for her when she seemed at a loss for words—his voice muffled against the curve of her neck “My cock, ah fuck that was good.”
His mother chuckled softly, a warm vibration against his chest. “It was, fuck I needed that,” she agreed, tracing idle patterns on the small of his back with her fingertips. They lay like that for several minutes, neither in a hurry to break the intimate connection forged between them.
The next morning, Jeremy awoke to the smell of coffee wafting, bacon and eggs into his room. He stretched languidly beneath the sheets, a contented smile playing at the corners of his mouth as memories from last night flooded back—the feel of his mother’s skin against him, her breathy moans in the darkness.
Padding down to breakfast still wearing just boxers he found Mum already there dressed casually but looking stunning. She had on tight shorts that hugged every curve like a second skin and an off-the-shoulder top showing plenty cleavage.
“Morning big boy,” she greeted warmly over rimmed mugs—no trace lingering tension or awkwardness despite what transpired between them mere 8 hours ago.” Sleep well?”
Jeremy blushed at his mother’s comment, feeling a thrill run through him despite the casual tone. He nodded shyly as he took a seat across from her.
“Morning my hot Mummy, and I did,” he replied softly, eyes flickering down to where her cleavage. “Did you… sleep well mum.”
She chuckled lightly at Jeremy’s obvious lingering arousal; it was clear last night had left its mark on more than just their bodies if those heated glances were any indication!
He looked up at his mother, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she took a sip from the mug. “I slept like a baby,” she replied smoothly before setting down the ceramic cup. “Best sleep I have had in years.”