I woke up to a soft knock at my door. “Sweetie, are you okay?” I heard my mom’s voice from the other side.
“I’m fine, mom. Just a little sore,” I replied, still feeling groggy from my afternoon nap.
I heard the door creak open, and my mom walked in, dressed in her nurse’s uniform. She looked worried and sat down on the edge of my bed. “Where does it hurt?” she asked, placing a hand on my forehead.
“Down there,” I said, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s been hurting all day.”
My mom nodded and pulled back the covers, revealing my swollen balls. She gasped and immediately went into nurse mode, feeling around and checking for any abnormalities. “Oh, honey, you need to release,” she said, looking at me with concern.
“I don’t want to jerk off,” I said, feeling embarrassed.
“It’s okay, sweetie. I can help you,” she said, surprising me. “I’m your mother, and I’ve seen and taken care of everything before. This is nothing.”
She reached for my boxers, and I lifted my hips to let her take them off. My cock was already semi-hard, and my balls felt heavy and full. She examined them closely, gently touching and massaging to relieve the pain.
“Your balls are very swollen,” she said, her tone professional. “I’m going to have to help you release.”
I nodded, unable to speak. My cock was now fully hard, and my mom wrapped her hand around it, starting to stroke slowly.
“Just relax, sweetie. Let your mom take care of you,” she said, looking into my eyes.
She increased her speed, her hand moving up and down my shaft, her grip firm and sure. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure.
“That’s it, sweetie. You’re doing great. Just let go,” she said, her voice soft and soothing.
I could feel myself getting close, my balls tightening and my hips bucking.
“Come for me, sweetie. Let it out,” she said, her hand moving faster and faster.
“I am trying Mom I can’t,” I said embarrassed.
“Would it help if you looked at these,” she stood up and took her top off then her bra and got back to jerking me as her big tits sway.
“Mom there beautiful,” I moaned, my eyes glued to her bouncing breasts. The sight of her bare chest, combined with her skilled hand, sent me over the edge.
“Let me try this,” she got up and came back with baby oil. She oiled her tits up and she got down near my cock and wrapped her tits around my throbbing dick. She started to violently drag her huge tits up and down my cock fast.
The sensation of my mom’s oiled-up tits sliding up and down my cock was intense and overwhelming. I had never felt anything like it before. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my hips bucking and my balls tightening.
“That’s it, sweetie. You’re almost there,” my mom said, her voice low and sultry.
I looked down at her tits, glistening with oil, and I couldn’t believe what was happening. I had never been so turned on in my entire life. I could feel my cock swelling and throbbing, and I knew I was about to cum.
“Oh, fuck, Mom, I’m gonna cum,” I said, my voice strained.
“Go ahead, sweetie. Let it out,” she said, her tits still moving up and down my cock.
With a final thrust, I came hard, my hot cum shooting out and hitting my mom’s tits. She didn’t stop, continuing to milk my cock until I was spent.
I lay back, panting and exhausted, as my mom got up and grabbed a towel to clean herself up.
“Did that help, sweetie?” she asked, a small smile on her face.
“Yeah, Mom, it did,” I said, feeling a mix of emotions.
She leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. “I’m always here to help you, sweetie. No matter what.”
I nodded, feeling grateful for my mom’s support and care. I knew that what had just happened was wrong and not normal, but I couldn’t help but feel a deep connection with my mom in that moment.
As she left the room, I couldn’t help but think about what had just happened. I knew that I would never forget this moment, and I couldn’t help but feel a little scared about what it meant for our relationship. But for now, I was just grateful for the release and the love of my mother.
My cock was still semi-hard, and I couldn’t help but touch it, thinking about my mom’s tits and the way they felt around my cock. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh, feeling the weight of what had just happened. I knew that I would have to process this later, but for now, I just wanted to enjoy the afterglow of my orgasm.
I drifted off to sleep, my mind still racing with thoughts of my mom and the taboo act we had just committed. I knew that things would never be the same between us, but I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and curiosity about what the future held.
As I slept, I dreamed of my mom, her tits bouncing and her hand wrapped around my cock. I could feel myself getting hard again, and I knew that I would never be able to look at my mom the same way again. But for now, I was content to let my dreams take me to places I never thought possible and to explore the depths of my own desires and fantasies.
I woke up the next morning, my cock still hard and my mind still racing. I knew that I would have to face my mom eventually, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anxiety about what would happen next. But for now, I was content to just lay in bed and enjoy the feeling of my own body, and to let my mind wander to places it had never gone before.
The end.