Mom goes too far to help her son who took Viagra

I knocked on Matt’s bedroom door. “Hey, you up?”

A muffled groan came from inside. “Yeah, come in.”

I pushed the door open and found him sitting on the edge of his bed, hands covering his face. He looked miserable. “Rough night?”

He peeked through his fingers, wincing at the light. “You could say that. I think I had one too many.”

“One too many? Judging by your state, I’d say a lot too many.” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Mom, not now,” he muttered.

“Alright, alright,” I said, waving my hand. “Stay put. I’ll get you some tablets and water.”

I headed to the bathroom, grabbing the painkillers from the medicine cabinet. After filling a glass with water, I went back to his room. “Here you go,” I said, handing him the tablets and water. “Take these. They’ll help.”

“Thanks,” he said, swallowing the tablets and taking a long sip of water. He looked at me with tired eyes. “You’re the best.”

“Don’t get all mushy on me now. I’ll check on you in twenty minutes,” I said with a smile. “Try to get some rest.”

As I walked out, I wondered how often we’d been through this routine. Late-night drinking the morning after. Part of me wanted to lecture him, but I knew he was already paying the price.

After twenty minutes, I returned to the room, carrying a breakfast plate and another glass of water. My son’s moans and groans caught my attention, and I looked at him with surprise as I saw him vigorously masturbating under the covers. I blushed, feeling a sense of embarrassment and confusion wash over me. I hesitated, unsure of how to react to this unexpected situation.

But then, I made a decision. I cleared my throat, trying to get his attention. When he finally noticed me, I spoke, my voice mixed with embarrassment and amusement. “Sweetie, is everything okay?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Sweetie, is everything okay?” I asked again, my voice trembling slightly.

Matt’s eyes went wide as he realized I had caught him. “Oh, um, yeah, I just, um…” he stammered, trying to find the right words.

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“It’s embarrassing; since I took those tablets, it’s hurting well, not hurting, but I feel uncomfortable, you know. Ermm, down there.” He said as I knew what he meant. Then it hit me, “Wait there, sweetie,” I quickly went to the medicine cabinet. OMG, I checked the label I had accidentally given him Viagra.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath as I read the label of the pill. I went back to his room to explain.

“That’s not what I thought I gave you. I accidentally gave you Viagra instead of painkillers.”

“Viagra?” Matt echoed, looking at the pill in confusion.

“Yeah, Viagra,” I said with a wince. “It’s a drug used to treat erectile dysfunction. And it seems like it’s doing its job too well.”

“I know what Viagra is; oh my god, what am I going to do? I need to get rid of this pressure, Mom,” he said, looking mortified.

I couldn’t help but feel a mix of shock and amusement at the situation. I had never imagined myself having this kind of conversation with my son. But I knew I had to handle it with care and sensitivity.

“Listen, sweetie, it’s okay. I know this is a bit embarrassing, but it’s just a mix-up. Why don’t you take a cold shower to help with the discomfort?” I suggested, trying to keep my voice calm and composed.

“No, I don’t want a cold shower,” he said as I saw the bed covers keep going up and down as he grunted, “I just need to cum, but I can’t, sorry you… ugh mmm, you didn’t need to hear that.”

I watched as Matt continued to struggle with the unexpected effects of the Viagra. I could see the frustration and discomfort on his face, and I knew I had to find a way to help him.

“Listen, sweetie, I understand you’re feeling uncomfortable right now. But there’s no need to apologize. I’m your mother and here to support you, no matter what.”

I paused for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. “Maybe I can help you out. You know, to relieve the pressure.”

Matt looked at me with surprise, his eyes wide with shock. “Mom, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Why not?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m your mother, and I love you. And I know that this is a difficult situation for you. So, if I can help, why not?”

“But you are, my Mom?” he said, looking embarrassed.

I looked at Matt, feeling a mix of surprise, discomfort, and determination to help him in this challenging situation. “Yes, I am your mother,” I said, deeply breathing. “But I’m also a woman and know how to help you. I want to help you if that’s okay with you.”

Matt looked at me, his eyes filled with uncertainty. “I don’t know, Mom. This is so weird.”

I didn’t feel comfortable either, but I felt terrible for him, “Show me if you feel comfortable; I know I shouldn’t be looking at your… you know… penis.”

Matt nodded, his eyes still filled with uncertainty. He slowly pulled down the covers, revealing his erect penis. I couldn’t help but feel shock and awe at the sight. It was bigger than I had imagined, and I felt nervous.

But I pushed those feelings aside, focusing on helping my son. I reached out, taking his penis gently in my hand. It felt warm and soft, and I could feel the blood pulsing through it. I stroked it slowly, trying to ease the pressure and tension.

Matt let out a low moan, his body trembling with pleasure. I could see the relief and gratitude on his face, and I knew I had made the right decision. I continued to stroke him, my movements slow and deliberate. I could feel my pussy getting wet, omg he was so thick and big.

I jerked him for ages and still he wasn’t cumin, I didn’t know what else to do. I looked at him, “Don’t tell anyone about this.” I sighed and took him in my mouth, and he looked shocked.

As I took Matt’s penis into my mouth, I felt a surge of guilt and shame wash over me. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I also couldn’t deny the arousal I was feeling. I sucked him gently, my tongue swirling around his tip. He let out a low moan, his hands reaching out to grip my hair.

“Oh mom, suck it, oh god yes,” I can’t believe he was enjoying it so much, but he may be my son, but he’s a guy, so I get it.

As I continued to pleasure Matt, I could feel my arousal growing. My body felt flushed and tingly, my pussy wet and aching for attention. I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing solely on Matt and his needs.

No matter how hard I sucked him he wasn’t cumin.

I continued to suck Matt’s cock, trying to bring him to climax. But despite my best efforts, he remained rigid and sensitive. I could feel the tension in his body and the frustration in his eyes. I knew I had to find another way to help him.

As the minutes ticked by and Matt showed no signs of climaxing, I began to worry that the Viagra had caused an issue with his arousal. I didn’t know what else to do to help him, and the tension in the room had become palpable.

I looked into Matt’s eyes and saw a deep need there. I knew I couldn’t leave him unsatisfied, no matter how strange and uncomfortable this situation was.

With a deep breath, I decided to take things to the next level. “Sweetie,” I said, my voice soft and gentle. “Let’s try something different. It might help.”

Matt looked at me, confused. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice thick with tension.

I bit my lower lip, hesitant for a moment. “Well, sometimes a woman’s hand or mouth isn’t enough. Sometimes a person needs… another female body part, oh god, I can’t believe I am allowing this,” I said, my words halting and uncertain.

Matt looked at me with shock and surprise, his eyes going wide. “Mom, you can’t be serious; you mean me putting it in you,” he said, his voice shocked with disbelief.

I paused for a moment, looking at my son with a mix of emotions—embarrassment, arousal, and love. “Yes, I’m serious,” I said, my voice soft and gentle. “If it will help you, I’m willing to try. But only if you’re comfortable with it.”

Matt looked at me for a moment, his eyes filled with uncertainty. He took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” I said, my voice steady. I took off my clothes, revealing my naked body to my son. I saw his eyes widen with surprise but also with desire. I could see the longing in his gaze and knew I had made the right decision.

I laid on his bed next to him, “sorry, I know this is weird, but you need to cum,” I said as he climbed on top of me, his body trembling with anticipation. I guided him to my entrance, my pussy wet and ready for him. I felt his tip brush against my folds, and I took a deep breath. “Go ahead,” I whispered, my voice filled with encouragement.

Matt slowly pushed inside me, his body tensing with pleasure. I felt him fill me, his thickness and length overwhelming me. I let out a low moan, my body trembling with pleasure. “Oh god, yes,” I whispered, my voice filled with desire.

Matt began to move, his hips rocking back and forth. I felt him fill me, again and again. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer to me. I could feel his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh.

We moved together, our bodies in perfect harmony. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, my pussy clenching around Matt’s cock. I moaned and groaned, my voice filled with desire.

Matt’s thrusts became faster and harder, his body trembling with pleasure. I could feel the tension building inside him, his climax approaching. I gripped his hips, pulling him deeper inside me. “Cum for me, sweetie,” I whispered, my voice filled with encouragement.

“Oh fuck, mom, your pussy feels so good” he said as he picked up speed. As he slammed his cock in and out of me and still he wasn’t cumin, but it felt good so I let him fuck me longer.

The room was filled with a primal rhythm as Matt continued to thrust into me, my body responding in kind. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, my climax drawing near. But despite Matt’s best efforts, he still hadn’t reached his own release.

“Keep going, sweetie,” I urged, my voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t stop, you’re so close.”

Matt grunted in response, his thrusts becoming erratic and intense. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, and I knew he was on the verge of climax.

He tightly gripped my hips, and then he said, “Sorry about this, Mom; hold on as I am going to be a bit rough and pound the shit out of you so I can cum; sorry, forgive me, hold on tight, oof here goes.” He said as he got brutal and started fucking me really rough, but OMG, it felt so fucking good, holy shit.

Matt’s thrusts became more intense and brutal, his hips slamming into me with a force that took my breath away. I could feel the bed shaking beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall.

I could feel the pleasure building inside me, my climax drawing near, “Oh fuck, mmmmm…. omg baby, your such a… me… a good son, omg fuck me fucking fuck me harder, fuck mommy’s pussy yes…”

“Yes, yes, oh god, I’m so close,” Matt moaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

Finally, Matt reached his climax, his body shuddering with release. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, the warm sensation of his semen filling me. I felt my cunt get a brutal load of my son’s cum. I moaned with pleasure, my orgasm following closely behind.

As the waves of pleasure washed over us, Matt collapsed on top of me, his body spent and sated. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as we both caught our breath.

We lay there for a few moments, our bodies still tangled together. I could feel the warmth of Matt’s body against mine, and I knew that this was a moment we would both remember for a long time.

Eventually, Matt pulled his cock out of me and rolled off me, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He looked at me, his eyes filled with gratitude and love.

“Thank you, Mom,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

“You’re welcome, sweetie,” I said, smiling at him. “I’m always here to help you, no matter what.”