Literotica Lover

The following morning, I came down to breakfast to find Mom already up. She had coffee brewing and the kitchen smelled like I remembered when I was growing up. On the stove was sizzling bacon and scrambled eggs. I sat down at the table quietly and buried my head in the newspaper. Frankly I was embarrassed about what had happened last night … if it happened at all. I couldn't believe my mother would actual jerk me off.

"Good morning," my mother said.

"Uh, good morning, Mom," I said sheepishly.

"Did you sleep well last night?" she asked.

"Uh … yeah, sure. How about you?"

"Great. Especially after our talk," she answered.

For a moment I thought she was talking about the discussion about the gay magazine. But then she said, "I was so worried about telling you about being pregnant. But you made me feel so much better."

"Well, I'm glad I could help."

"It did, more than you know," she said as she walked over and hugged me.

I felt her breasts press to my shoulder and the now familiar stirring began in my groin and the scene from last night flashed into my mind. Stop it, I told myself. This is crazy. I have to live with my mom. Yet, there was nothing my rational mind could do to stop my libido.

"What's on your agenda today?" Mom asked as she went back to the stove and finished breakfast.

"I thought I would try to get the old Ford started. Anything you need?"

"Yes, you can put all of your … your father's stuff from the garage in boxes. I'll call him to pick it up."

I saw a flash of sadness in her face and felt anger well up in my stomach. I fought it and said, "Sure."

"Later this afternoon I can fix us some burgers on the grill if you want."

Mom knew I missed her wonderful cheeseburgers. It was a summer tradition to sit by the pool and have burgers on the grill almost every Sunday. It was a happy memory—especially watching her run around the pool in her bikini. "Sure, great," I said sincerely.

After breakfast, I went to the garage, got my car started with a little charge to the battery, and then packed up all of dad's tools (at least the ones I didn't want) and put them in boxes. When I was done it was after 2 and I was tired and sweaty, so I went in to take a shower. As I walked to the bathroom with a towel around my waist, I passed Mom's exercise room and I heard her breathing heavily. I peeked into her room through the crack in the door and saw my mother bent over at the waist. She was wearing a pair of tight short shorts and top. All I could see was her ass. Taking a big risk, I dropped my towel and grabbed my now hard cock. As I stroked myself and watched, she would bend over and touch her toes then go into a yoga stretch movement. There was a mirror in front of her, but I couldn't see myself so I figured she couldn't see me. I found out much later that she had seen me.

After a few minutes of watching I became worried that she was going to catch me so I slipped away from the door and went to take my shower.

The rest of the day was relatively quiet. Mom and I went out for a quick pizza and then back home. She said she was tired and went to bed early. I watched TV and finally went to my room. I stripped and got into bed, intent on fantasizing about my mother. I started stroking my cock, but somehow the fantasy wasn't the same now … not after my mother had jerked me off. I am not sure what time it was, but I was awakened by the sound of my door opening. I lay there frozen, hoping against hope that I was not mistaken. I suppressed a moan when I felt the bed next to me move. Then I felt her hand on my thigh. Instinctively I remained motionless, pretending to be asleep ... not really sure why.

Then my mother's hand wrapped around my cock and I thought I heard her moan. Again, I lay motionless, less I should wake up from this incredible dream. But it was no dream this time for sure. I was wide-awake and my mother was stroking my cock. Slowly my hips began to move with her hand, but then she stopped moving. It was almost as if she was saying, be still … act like you are asleep or we can't do this. I stopped my movement and she began to stroke me again. God, what agony. She moved her hand slowly up and down, coating her palm with my juice. Then she circled my crown with her thumb and forefinger and twisted firmly but gently; around one direction and then back the other, like she was tightening and then loosening a jar. It was incredibly exciting, but not enough to make me climax. That was obviously her intent. She was going to drag it out until I was mad. It took Herculean strength for me to not move. I wanted to grab her hand and move it up and down. Make me cum, my mind screamed. Yet, she had other ideas. It seemed that she was enjoying my agony. Suddenly she moved closer and I could feel her rubbing her breasts on my back. Her other arm seemed to be moving and I was pretty sure she was stroking herself as well.

After some time, I felt her tense and then gasp. Her fist stopped moving on my cock. God, she must be climaxing, I thought. A few moments later she began to stroke me again, this time faster. When I felt like my balls were about to burst, she suddenly stopped. I moaned aloud this time. She waited a few moments and started again. She brought me near my peak three or four times before I just couldn't take it any more. Finally, I gasped and began to squirt. I think I heard her giggle, but I might have been mistaken. My juice hurtled straight in the air, coming down on her hand and my balls with an audible splat. It came and came like my balls were an endless well.

But alas they weren't and finally my cock began to shrink. Before it had gone totally soft, I felt my mother get up and quietly leave the room. I sighed and dozed off, only to wake up later with my now watery juice running down my balls. I smiled and got up and went to the bathroom to clean up.