Helping son with relief of his itchy balls and cock

Hi there, I’m a single mom, currently raising my 18-year-old son after his girlfriend kicked him out. Just the other night, at around 9:45 pm, I had just gotten out of the shower and was walking by his room. As I passed, I heard him mutter “For fuck’s sake.” I quietly peeked through his door and saw him with his hand down his shorts, clearly pleasuring himself. He noticed me and gasped, but I decided to confront him about it.

“Sweetie, what are you doing?” I asked with my hands on my hips.

“Mom, it’s not what it looks like,” he stammered. “I’ve got this itch down there… I think it’s from the new laundry detergent we started using. It’s been irritating my balls and well, my shaft.” He blushed and looked away.

“I… I can’t show you, you’re my mom, and…” I cut him off.

“Nonsense, Matty sweetheart,” I said with a smirk. “I’ve seen plenty of cocks in my time, and I used to be a nurse after all. I can help you with that itch, no problem.” I stepped into his room and closed the door behind me.

I sat down next to him on his bed and gently pulled down his shorts. His cock limp against his thigh, I couldn’t help but stare at his soft cock. It was smaller than I expected but still had a certain charm to it. I reached out and gently touched it, feeling the smooth skin and the slight curve.

“Mom, what are you doing?” he asked, sounding nervous.

“I’m just trying to help you with that itch, sweetie,” I said with a smile. I held his cock up and I itched his balls for him.

I could feel his cock starting to stiffen in my hand, maybe this was a bad idea I only wanted to help. I didn’t expect to get Matty horny.

As I continued to scratch Matt’s balls, his cock grew harder in my hand. I couldn’t help but feel turned on by the situation – it had been a while since I had felt the warmth of a man between my legs.

“Mom, do you think you could jerk me off?” Matty asked, his voice laced with desire. I hesitated for a moment – it was wrong, after all, he was my son. But I was so horny, my pussy was already tingling with anticipation.

“OK, sweetie,” I said, giving in. I started to stroke his shaft, feeling the veiny texture and the growing rigidity. I could already feel my own pussy getting wet, the memories of past lovers flooding back to me.

“Mom, you’re so fucking good at this,” Matt moaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. I picked up the pace, the sound of my hand rubbing against his cock making a filthy, sticky sound.

“I’m getting close, mom,” he warned, his breath labored. I didn’t want him to stop yet, I was having too much fun. But I knew I had to let him finish. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and squeezed, feeling the precum ooze out like a nasty wet gash.

“I am going to cum, mom,” he gasped, his face contorted in pleasure.

“Not yet, how would you like to put it in mommy’s pussy,” I said as let go of his cock.

“Mom, what?” he asked, sounding surprised. “I can’t, it’s wrong.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I reassured him. “I want you to, I need it.” I leaned back on his bed and spread my legs. He could see my neatly trimmed pussy glistening with wetness.

“Mom, you’re sure?” he asked, hesitating.

“Yes, Matty, I’m sure,” I said, I laid down and he got on top of me. I then lifted my nightie and grabbed his cock and guided it towards my opening. He pressed the head against my labia, and I could feel the warmth spreading through my body.

“Wow Mom you have no knickers or bra on oh, Mom, you’re so wet,” Matty groaned as he pushed himself inside me. I could feel every inch of his thick cock filling me up, the veins popping out against my labia.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer, moaning as he started to thrust in and out of me. He grabbed my tits, squeezing them roughly and tweaking my nipples.

I could feel my orgasm building up inside me, the pleasure growing more and more intense. I grunted and moaned as he fucked me harder, his balls slapping against my ass.

“Oh sweetie Mmmmm uhhh,” his cock felt so good fucking me.

With every thrust, Matty hit the spot deep inside of me that made my whole body shudder. The feeling of his veiny cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy was almost too much to handle.

I could feel myself on the brink of climax, my breath quickening and my legs trembling. I begged him to go harder and faster, and he gladly obliged. He pounded my pussy with a ferocity that I hadn’t experienced in years.

I could hear the squelching sound of my wet pussy every time he thrust into me. The sound was almost primal, like the noise of two animals mating in the wild. My tits bounced up and down with every forceful thrust, the skin stretching and releasing in time with his rhythm.

“Don’t stop, Matty, don’t you dare stop,” I panted, my fingers clawing at the bedsheets.

Just as I was about to cum, he pulled out of me and slapped my pussy with his cock. I cried out in frustration, wanting him back inside of me.

But Matty had other ideas. He grabbed my hips and flipped me over, so I was now on all fours. I looked back at him over my shoulder, and saw him stroking his cock with a wicked look in his eyes.

“You want it, Mom?” he growled. “You want this cock?”

I nodded eagerly, unable to speak.

He positioned himself behind me and pressed the head of his cock against my labia. With one forceful thrust, he entered me again, filling me up completely. This time, he started pounding me from behind.

The feeling was indescribable – every thrust hit the sensitive spot inside of me, and the angle made me feel like he was reaching new depths within me. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, the sound punctuating every forceful thrust.

As Matty continued to fuck me harder and faster, I could feel my orgasm building up inside of me. It was stronger than any I had experienced in years, and I could feel myself losing control.

“Mom, I’m gonna cum,” Matty warned.

With one last thrust, Matty pushed himself deep inside of me. I could feel the hot jets of his cum filling me up, mixing with my own juices. He kept pounding me, even as his balls emptied themselves.

Finally, he collapsed on top of me, his breathing ragged and his heart beating fast. We lay there, panting and sweaty, for a few minutes.

Matty pulled out of me, and I could feel the sticky residue of his cum sliding out of me. He collapsed onto the bed next to me, and we both lay there, exhausted but satisfied.

As we lay there, the afterglow of our illicit encounter washed over us. I knew I should feel guilty – he was my son, after all. But the feeling of his cock filling me up, the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other, were just too good to ignore.

I couldn’t help but feel a little bit in love with Matty in that moment – not as a son, but as a lover. And as I drifted off to sleep next to him, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment that I hadn’t felt in a long time.