Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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I slept well Wednesday night, my first threesome having exceeded my wildest expectations and building my sexual confidence to a zenith I would never have thought about two weeks ago. My anxiety about the night was now gone and my muscles had been quick to relax and allow me to fall into a deep sleep. I don't remember dreaming but I awoke Thursday morning with full-blown erection and was humping the mattress. This was not just morning wood or a piss hard-on. I was already in a state of full arousal with no recollection of why.
I thought back to last night and how easy it had been to pick up Tina and set her down on my eight-inch monster. I remember the charge going through my dick while I watched as Tina and Linda were kissing like lovers who had been apart for weeks. It was so sensual watching two beautiful women kissing that I had hated to interrupt it. But I was glad that I had been a part of that magical night.
I thought about jerking off, but then I never knew what to expect when I went to school now, so I didn't want to waste a load. I threw the covers off and rolled over onto my back, allowing the cool air to help calm down the wooden pole between my legs. As my prick began to shrink, I could feel a large amount of precum ooze out the softening head and I reached down to capture it.
I thought back to Lori after she had played with her pussy in class and then rubbed a finger across my lips as we were leaving, teasing me with the delicious nectar of her pink orchid. I brought the large dollop of my own juice to my lips and tasted it, letting it float on my tongue for a few seconds before swallowing. It was a little salty but not an unpleasant taste and my cock started to rise again. I quickly put the thought out of my head and got out of bed.
I turned on the light and looked around my room, still slightly disoriented. It was earlier than I normally got up, but there was no going back to sleep now. I pulled on my bathrobe and decided to shower and get ready for school. The house was quiet and I was doing my best to keep it that way after having run into my scantily clad mother a few times recently.
I felt a little more refreshed and clear-headed after the shower and was looking forward to going to school and hopefully attending every class. I looked in the mirror one last time, now more concerned about my appearance than I had ever been before. The face looking back at me seemed older and more serious than the young man that looked back at me just a couple weeks ago. Was I growing up too fast?
Hell no! I was having fun and growing up, not growing old. I thought I was keeping my head on straight and making mature decisions about my relationships, even if I hadn't really had any relationships before. The three girls my own age that I had sex with were all friends that I had known for several years at least. And the teachers were older and wiser than me, I thought, so why question their judgment about our relationship. I wasn't looking for love from them. I was happy to be their fuck-toy.
I smiled at my reflection as I thought about fucking all these beautiful women in the last two weeks and I started to get a rise again. I stroked it a few times and looked at the reflection again, amazed that such a large, firm cock actually belonged to me and using it came so natural. After that first incident a few years ago when I lost my virginity, I thought I would never be able to control this monster that created the uncontrollable urges in me. It was still hard to control, erections happening without any help from me, but around the right women, I could be a man among boys.
My mind now occupied again, I exited the bathroom with my robe open and of course, there was Mom again, almost bumping into me as I walked out with my head down in thought and a shit-eating grin on my face. She was wearing a long, light-blue negligee that was totally transparent with the bathroom light streaming onto it. Her large round orbs had very little sag to them and the dark brown areolas seemed to glow as my eyes feasted on them. Needless to say my swelling manhood began to stiffen even more and my mother was watching in fascination.
"Good morning sweetie. I think we need to have a talk," she said, taking my hand and pulling me into the bathroom with her. She was so nonchalant, like she was going to ask me what I wanted for breakfast.
Her entire body was now clearly on display as the bright bathroom lights illuminated her skin through the sheer blue material giving an angelic sort of glow. The stretched skin around her nipples glistened like brown velvet. I could see her well defined bush and the swollen lips peeking through the blonde jungle.
"I do have to pee first sweetie," she said, raising the gown and spreading her legs as she sat down.
It gave me the briefest unobstructed view of the glorious opening from which I came into this world. And then I heard the light spray followed by quiet tinkling as the steamy droplets fell into the cold water of the bowl. Through it all her eyes stayed transfixed on the monolith between my legs, the head now engorged and a deep purple, aching for some action. My penis didn't care if the woman before me was my mother; my penis only cared that the woman before me was beautiful and desirable and obviously attracted to it.
"You know honey, there is nothing wrong with a boy your age masturbating so that you don't go around with that problem all day. If you're not sure what to do, I can teach you a few ways to relieve yourself," she stated quietly as she reached for my tool and began to softly stroke it, her electric fingers running from the head to the base and back again.
"Mom, I know how to take care of this. I'm not a ...." I paused, thinking twice about telling my mother that I wasn't a virgin. Besides, her hands felt so good on my prick, I wasn't sure I wanted her to stop. There was a charge building in my stiffened member, partially from my previous thoughts, but mostly because of the delicate touch of my mom's soft fingers as they continued to stroke me.
I remembered the feeling of those same soft fingers as they would gently rub my back when she put me down for my nap. There was something different in the feeling of her fingers gliding gently up and down the sensitive skin of my hardened shaft. All those years of love were channeled through her fingers now. That is what was different from every other woman who had touched me. They may have liked me or lusted for me, but my mother loved me and I could feel that difference in her touch. It wasn't just about the sex. She genuinely wanted to help me feel better.
Her thoughts seemed distant as her eyes remained glued to the monolith before her. As a large dollop of lubricant escaped the engorged head, she easily spread it the entire length of my prick. Her delicate touch suddenly becoming a tight grip as the lubricant allowed her to speed up her stroking with the reduced friction. It started feeling more like fucking than a hand job as her fingers wrapped tighter, her left hand now coming up to cradle and then gently tug on my balls. She was a pro at this, probably from doing it the last twenty years with my father.
"You know honey, your father and I did a lot of sexual experimenting when we were younger, even after we were married. We did some swapping and enjoyed sex. You shouldn't be afraid to get out there with some young women and try sex as long as you are careful and smart about it."
Her voice was soft and sweet like she was reciting poetry instead of seducing her son. Could I really be seduced if it was something I had craved my entire life? I grew up listening to that soft, sexy voice emanating from this goddess that I called mom.
She continued to stroke me as we both started breathing deeper. Young women, older women, even my own mother, I wanted sex with all of them. I couldn't believe how incredible her hands felt as she continued to stroke and caress my swollen cock and sensitive ball sac. I was about to blow my load on my mother and wasn't even thinking or caring about any consequences. I was fairly sure the forbidden nature of our act was responsible for the increased sensitivity of the nerve endings in my swollen rod.
I had fantasized about this since the first time I had seen her in a bikini and rubbed suntan lotion on her soft, pink skin, but I had told myself that it could only be a fantasy and never really expected my dreams to be realized. Now I could feel the cum churning deep within me as my mind fought the battle between fantasy and reality. Up, down, and around she stroked my over-stimulated pecker never breaking her rhythm as she sought to satisfy the needs of her son.
I was mesmerized by how beautiful and sexy my mother was as I stepped closer to her while she slowly stroked my burning rod. It was like I was watching a movie as she leaned forward and sucked the glistening purple head between her full moist lips. She slowly swallowed half my length while her hand squeezed and I felt that last sudden expansion in my cock as I exploded, feeling the burning hot liquid as it travelled the long road through my monstrous prick until it splashed against the back of her throat. She continued to suck and swallow and I continued to spurt forth more seed, my head spinning as the lights flashed in my brain and the nerve endings tingled from my cock to my toes and back again.
Her hand tightened and nostrils flared as she searched for air, her mouth full of cock and cum. Her skin turned pinkish and her left hand was digging into her thigh like she was trying to stop any stimulation she felt. I found out later that I had read her reaction wrong. She finally released me after swallowing the entire load, a small smile forming on her lips as she felt she had done her motherly duty by helping her son through a 'hard' morning. She calmly grabbed a wad of toilet paper and dabbed her pussy dry, standing and flushing the toilet. She looked back at me and down at my still hard member, and the smile slowly faded.
"Don't worry mom. It seems to be normal for me. He'll calm down at some point." I paused, bringing my right hand to her cheek. "But thank you. That was fantastic." And I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. I could feel the electricity again as she kissed back with a passion I hadn't expected. She reached for my prick again as if she was the one now mesmerized, her delicate fingers sending that same charge the length of my steel rod.
