I was lying on my bed, my cock in my hand as I desperately tried to cum. My balls felt heavy and full, and I had been stroking myself for what felt like an eternity, but I just couldn’t seem to reach my climax.
“Ah, fuck,” I groaned in frustration, squeezing my shaft harder as I pumped my hand up and down.
Just as I was about to reach the point of no return, the door to my room swung open and my mom walked in. She was dressed in her nurse’s uniform, her white coat draped over her arm and a stethoscope hanging around her neck.
“Sweetie, I’m going to work,” she said, giving me a curious look. “Put that away, please.”
I blushed, quickly pulling the covers over myself and hiding my still-hard cock beneath the sheets. “Sorry, Mom,” I mumbled, feeling embarrassed and frustrated in equal measure.
She smiled at me, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “It’s okay, honey. Just I don’t want to see that, okay?”
I nodded, watching as she left the room and closed the door behind her. I sighed, my cock still throbbing with need. I couldn’t believe I had been caught masturbating by my own mother. It was mortifying.
But even as I tried to push the thought out of my mind, I couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. My mom was a beautiful woman, with long blonde hair and curves in all the right places. I had always had a bit of a crush on her, even though I knew it was wrong.
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I needed to focus on something else, anything else, or I was going to go crazy. I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through social media, trying to distract myself from the throbbing ache between my legs.
But even as I scrolled through memes and updates from my friends, I couldn’t shake the feeling of desire that had taken hold of me. I wanted to cum, needed to cum, and nothing else was going to satisfy me.
Later that night I was on the couch holding my crotch in pain watching the tv as mom finished work.
“Hey, sweetie, I’m home,” she called out, hanging her coat on the hook by the door.
“Hey, mom,” I replied, trying to sound casual. But even as I spoke, I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in my stomach. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about my mom in this way, but I couldn’t help it.
She walked into the living room, her eyes fixed on the TV. “What are you watching?”
“Just some show,” I said, my voice tight with desire.
She sat down next to me on the couch, her thigh brushing against mine. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to touch her, to feel her soft skin beneath my fingers.
“You seem a little tense,” she said, her voice low and husky. “Is everything okay?”
I swallowed hard, trying to push the words out. “I, uh, just in agony.”
“Oh?” she said, her eyes flicking down to my crotch. “Did you hurt yourself?”
I shook my head, feeling my face heat up. “No, it’s just, uh, I’ve been having some, uh, trouble down there.”
“Trouble?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, biting my lip. “Yeah, you know. I can’t seem to, uh, finish. My… erm.. my balls hurt and feel swollen.”
My mom looked at me with concern, her nurse’s instincts taking over. “Oh sweetie, that sounds serious. Have you tried masturbating?”
I blushed, even as a thrill went through me at her suggestive words. “I have, but I couldn’t finish.”
“Well, that’s no good,” she said, her tone becoming more businesslike. “Let me take a look.”
“I… I can’t show you my… thingy,” I said very embarrassed.
She gave me a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m a nurse, remember? I’ve seen it all before. And I want to help you feel better.”
I hesitated for a moment, but the pain in my balls was too much to ignore. I nodded, taking a deep breath as I slowly pulled down my pants and underwear, exposing my aching cock and a swollen sack to my mom’s gaze.
She looked at me with a mixture of concern and curiosity, her eyes taking in the state of my arousal. “Ah, I see,” she said, nodding. “You’re very engorged, sweetie. I think I know what the problem is.”
“What is it?” I asked, my voice trembling with need.
I bit my lip, already feeling embarrassed and vulnerable as my mom examined my throbbing manhood with an expert eye. “It seems like you’re severely backed up,” she said, her tone completely professional. “Your testicles are swollen and tender. I think you need a thorough release.”
I nodded, feeling my face flush with embarrassment and arousal at my mom’s clinical assessment of my problem. “A release? But I’ve tried, mom. I really have. I just… I can’t seem to finish.”
She smiled at me reassuringly, her hand coming to rest gently on my thigh. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m going to help you. It’s my job to take care of you, remember?”
I swallowed hard, my cock twitching at her touch. “O-okay. Thank you, mom.”
She stood up and walked over to the bathroom, returning a moment later with a bottle of massage oil. “This should help,” she said, sitting back down beside me and unscrewing the cap. She poured a generous amount into her palm, her fingers glistening with the slick liquid.
I watched, my breath coming faster, as she reached out and wrapped her hand around my shaft. She started to stroke me slowly, her grip firm and confident. “Does that feel good, honey?” she asked, her voice low and soothing.
I could only nod, my eyes fluttering shut as I savoured the sensation of her hand on my aching cock. She began to move faster, pumping me with a steady rhythm that had me biting my lip to keep from moaning.
But even as the pleasure built inside me, I could feel my frustration growing. No matter how hard my mom worked, stroking and squeezing me with her oiled fingers, I just couldn’t seem to reach that edge. My balls drew up tight, ready to explode, but my orgasm remained elusive.
“Mom,” I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily into her grip. “I… I can’t… I’m sorry.”
She just smiled and kept stroking me, her hand never faltering. “Shh, it’s okay baby. Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
She sighed, “I really didn’t want it to come to this, you will have to use my you know. My vagina to make you cum.”
She hiked up her nurse’s outfit and got me up and she laid down and pulled her panties to the side.
“Come on sweetie,” I was gobsmacked looking at my mom’s vulva.
“I can’t have sex with you,” I said nervously.
“You want to get rid of the pain don’t you, listen I didn’t want to do this,” she said looking embarrassed.
I gulped, my throat suddenly dry as I stared down at my mom’s exposed vulva. I knew it was wrong, that I shouldn’t be doing this, but the ache in my balls was too much to ignore. Slowly, hesitantly, I moved closer, letting my mom guide me into position between her spread legs.
“Just relax, sweetie,” she cooed, her voice low and soothing. “Mommy’s going to make you feel all better.”
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I felt the head of my cock brush against her slick folds. She was so wet, so hot, and I couldn’t help but let out a low groan as I slowly sank into her.
“Oh, Marcus,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut as I began to move. “You feel so good inside me.”
I started to thrust, my hips rocking in a steady rhythm as I lost myself in the tight, velvet heat of my mom’s pussy. She felt amazing, better than anything I had ever experienced before, and I could feel my balls drawing up tight as my climax approached.
But even as I fucked her harder, my mom’s moans filling the room and spurring me on, I couldn’t quite reach that edge. My orgasm remained elusive, my balls swollen and aching with the need for release.
“Oh god, Mom,” I gasped, my thrusts becoming more frantic as I chased my pleasure.
She just wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in deeper. “Shh, it’s okay baby. Just keep going. You’ll get there.”
“Harder,” she demanded, her nails raking down my back. “Fuck me harder baby. I want to feel you in my throat.”
I complied, snapping my hips against hers with brutal, pistoning thrusts. Her pussy clenched around me like a velvet vice, the combined sensations pushing me toward the edge at lightning speed.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her head thrashing on the cushions. “Fuck Marcus, don’t you dare stop. I’m going to cum on your cock!”
With a guttural roar, I slammed into her one final time, grinding my pelvis against her engorged clit. Her inner muscles spasmed around me as she hit her peak, milking my cock with breathtaking intensity.
“I’m cumming!” I bellowed, my balls drawing up tight. “Mom, fuck! I’m cumming so hard!”
Thick, hot ropes of seed erupted from my cock, flooding her spasming channel and easing the aching pressure in my heavy sack. I collapsed on top of her, both of us gasping for breath as the final shudders of our shared climax subsided.
After a long moment, she stroked my hair gently. “Are you feeling better now, honey?” she asked softly. “Is the pain going away?”
I nodded into her neck, a goofy, sated grin spreading across my face.
“Much better, Mom,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you.”
She smiled at me, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my back. “You’re welcome, sweetie. I’m glad I could help.”
We lay there like that for a while longer, our bodies still entwined and our hearts slowly returning to normal. I could feel the warmth of her pussy, still wrapped tightly around my softening cock, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment and satisfaction wash over me.
But even as I savoured the moment, I knew that what we had done was wrong. I had just had sex with my own mother, and no matter how good it had felt, I couldn’t ignore the guilt and shame that was beginning to creep in.
“Mom,” I said softly, lifting my head to look at her. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I know it’s wrong.”
She looked at me with a mixture of sadness and understanding. “I know, sweetie. And I’m sorry too. I didn’t want to do this any more than you did. But I couldn’t stand to see you in pain, and I wanted to help.”