Laughter Isnt The Best Medicine

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I was getting good grades in school, had friends, went to watch movies, and played video games. I was like any other 18-year-old boy.

However, things began to change gradually, very gradually, around two years ago. Whereas once I used to hang out with my friends, I stopped meeting them. From watching movies regularly, I stopped going to them completely. From playing video games every day, I hardly ever went near them. And my grades went off the rails. After coming back from school, I'd lie in bed listening to music. When hungry, I'd go to the kitchen, grab something, and come back to my room.

My friends asked me whether I was on drugs. My best friend, Mauritz, wondered if I was behaving this way because Kirsti had dumped me. I reminded him I wasn't in love with her, and the breakup happened months ago. One evening, my mom, Ida, asked me about Kirsti. She even inquired through my friends. Mauritz told her it could be because of Kirsti.

Worried about my behavior, my grandparents came and spoke with me. I don't know why, but I didn't feel like meeting anyone, going anywhere, or doing anything. I only wanted to be left alone in my room. Seeing that my behavior wasn't changing, my 34-year-old mom took me to doctors and even to a shrink. My mom, my friends, and my grandparents tried everything they could, but nothing worked.

My dad, unfortunately, wasn't there to help me. My mom and dad were childhood sweethearts, and she married him the month she turned 16. Six months after their marriage, he was coming back from school one evening, and as he approached his car, two men tried to rob him. When he resisted, they attacked him with a knife. He later passed away in the hospital.

Today, just like every other evening, I was lying in my bed with the lights switched off and Rammstein nearly puncturing my eardrums when there was a knock on the door, and I saw Mom peering in the darkness.

She waited a few seconds for her eyes to adjust and then strode to the music system and turned it off. She lay down on the bed beside me and asked me how I was. How was the day? I murmured it was okay.

"I went swimming from work, and Tara, the coach, asked about you. She said she hasn't seen you in a long time," she remarked, turning her face toward me.

I didn't reply.

"You'll put on fat here if you lie like this all the time," she added, placing her hand on my stomach.

"No, I won't."

"Yes, you will," she warned me as she withdrew her hand.

She began talking about why I should take care of myself, why I should go out more, and why staying in the room all the time wasn't normal.

In the middle of the speech, she said, "Come here."

I turned my head and saw her putting her hand on her stole, slipping it onto the bed, and patting her buxom chest.

When she saw I wasn't moving, she raised her voice and ordered, "I'm asking you, Linus. Come here."

I moved closer and put my head on her bosom, with my right cheek bang on her left breast.

"When you were young, you used to lie like this, and I used to tell you stories. You loved hearing scary stories," she remarked, caressing my blond hair with her fingers.

"Let's play a game. Let's see who can name how many capitals. I'll start," she suggested.

I raised my head and declared, "I'm not playing anything."

"You stay where you are," she scolded me, pushing my head back to her chest.

"What's the state capital of Rathskeller?" she inquired, keeping her hand pinned against my face and my cheek pressed against her bosom.

"Duraina," I replied as I put my hand on her hand to ease the pressure.

My other hand, meanwhile, was on my side, and my legs were away from her. With her easing the pressure, my skin finally felt the softness and roundness of her voluptuous boobs. My cheek was resting on the upper breast area, and my mouth was so close to her nipple hidden under the top that I was sure it could feel my warm breath, especially as she wasn't wearing a bra. I was so scared of not doing anything stupid that I didn't move my face even an inch.

However, it was a different story in my shorts as my cock was standing like a pole and was desperate to come out and plant its flag. What was making matters worse was that I had thought about putting my face on her tits so many times, and now it was there.

To say I loved her boobs would be an understatement. I can't even count how many times I tried to peek inside her top. Sadly, I never got a full view as she was always wearing a bra. She was so conscious that if she came out of her room late at night to get water or something from the kitchen and wasn't wearing a bra, she would throw a stole over the top to make sure her breasts, especially her nipples, stayed hidden.

One day, I was helping her change the bed sheet, and she was standing on the other side. When she bent to straighten the lines, I could see her cleavage and right down to her stomach, but her nipples stayed hidden in the bra.

Before I decided to shut myself off, the only time I got a good glimpse of her body was when she was unable to go to the gym due to weather or some other issue. She would come to the living room, lay the workout mat on the floor, tie her long blonde hair in a ponytail, and exercise in a sports bra that left her flat stomach completely bare and tight shorts that exposed the shape of her ass as clearly as her thighs. The only things the outfit didn't show were the shape of her nipples and pussy.

Whenever she was exercising, I always found some excuse to come to the living room and steal glances at her standing with her legs wide apart, her hands on her hips, and thrusting her breasts forward as she did lunges. Sometimes she would spread her feet apart and do squats with her smooth thighs and round ass going up and down.

But my absolute best was the arms workout. She would stand on the mat and lift dumbbells in her both hands. What made it really exciting was that she would bend her whole body forward and lift the dumbbells from her knees to her stomach. This position offered me an uninterrupted look at her cleavage.

Sometimes I would stand right in front of her and start talking to her just to see her bend down in the bra that exposed her whole upper part of her breasts and peek at her voluptuous boobs.

Another position I found very arousing was when she raised the dumbbells above her head and stood there in only a sports bra and tight shorts, revealing her thighs, stomach, and shaved armpits.

I also enjoyed going to the pool with her, though it wasn't as exciting as her doing the exercises, as she always wore a one-piece swimsuit that kept her assets covered. However, her long legs, her bare thighs, and her tight ass left me drooling, especially when she came out of the pool with her long blonde hair all wet and water droplets glistening on her skin.

While thinking all this, I became aware that I was breathing fast. Scared that she might hear it, I immediately tried to divert my mind. Thankfully, she came to my rescue. She told me to name another state capital. I kept my face on her breasts as we asked each other six or seven capitals.

"Get up. It's time to sleep. You also sleep. You've school in the morning," she said as she caressed my other cheek.

I raised my head from her bosom and lay down on my back. She stood up and left the room after saying goodnight. As she closed the door, I went straight to the bathroom to take care of the raging cock.

When I woke up in the morning, she was in the kitchen having coffee and a sandwich in a shirt and a long skirt, and was ready to head to the high-end jewelry store where she worked as an assistant manager. Though the job was prestigious, the pay was lousy. A simple ring was worth more than my mom's whole annual salary. I made a sandwich and, grabbing a bottle of juice, left for the school. After school, I came directly home and lay down in my room, with music as my only companion.

At night, she came to my room and asked if I'd like to play the card game UNO. Though I wasn't interested, I said yes in the hope that she again might ask me to put my head on her chest. After playing three games, she got up to go.

"Mom, can we continue naming the state capital game?"

"You want to?"

"Yes."

"Okay," she replied as she sat down on the bed.

"Lie down. That's more comfortable," I suggested.

She lay down on her back. This time, I didn't wait for her to ask me. Moving near her, I placed my cheek on her boobs. Since the room wasn't dark like last night, I could faintly make out her nipples, so I placed my cheek in such a way that her nipple was right in front of my mouth.

While we were asking each other to name capitals, I lightly nuzzled my cheek against the soft skin of her breasts and placed my hand on her stomach over her top. I so wanted to kiss her nipples standing like peaks, but, of course, I didn't.

I just lay there with my cheek resting on her voluptuous boobs and my hand on her stomach though I made sure that my hard-as-a-rock cock didn't touch her.

After around five minutes, she asked me to get off her. When I suggested we should play for five minutes more, she told me she was tired and sleepy. I lifted my head as she got up and left the room after saying goodnight. I immediately rushed to the bathroom.

The next day, I hung out with my friends and went to have pizza with my best friend. She called me on the cell phone and I told her that I was with Mauritz. By the time I reached home, it was late.

At night, I knocked on her door and saw her lying on the bed with her cell phone in a top and shorts.

"How's Mauritz?" she inquired as I lay down beside her with my head on her chest.

"He's fine," I replied.

"Wasn't he surprised to see you? Did he say anything?"

"When I asked him to go to the pizza place, he was, like, 'Are you okay?'"

"I'm happy to see this change," she remarked, stroking my back.

"Meet him tomorrow also."

"Yes," I said as I slid my 6'0" body closer and put my leg on her leg, pressing my raging cock hidden in the shorts but without the restriction of underwear against her thigh.

She felt it and turned her body on her side, with her back toward me. Placing my hand across her stomach, I shoved my cock into her back over her top. She didn't react or say anything.

We were talking about her work and other things when, in the middle of the conversation, I lifted my head and, balancing my body on my elbow, planted a kiss on her neck, just below her ear. I saw her turning her head and staring at me, but her blue eyes weren't going to deter me.

Putting my hand on her shoulder, I turned her on her back and, placing my free hand on her other side, brought my face closer and, closing my eyes, kissed her neck on the other side.

"Behave yourself. Now go to sleep. You've school tomorrow," she warned me, putting her hands on my arms and slightly pushing me away.

"Just one more," I pleaded as I looked her in her eyes.

She shook her head and said, "No. Now go."

I kissed the back of her hand, slowly got up, and headed straight to the bathroom.

The next evening, I was with Mauritz and other friends when she called and asked me to come early as she had cooked dinner.

When I reached home, I saw that the table was nicely laid, and she had tied her long blonde hair in a tight bun, was wearing barely there makeup, and was in a top and jeans.

"Wow! What's all this for? Is someone coming?" I inquired as I gazed at her from head to toe.

"No. I'm just happy to see you going out, meeting your friends. I've cooked salmon, your favorite fish. Hope you like it."

"It smells delicious," I told her, looking at the salmon and smoked tomato salad.

During dinner, we talked about her work, my school, my friends, etc. Then we went to have ice cream. When we came back, she went to her room, and I to mine.

At night, I again went to her room and lay down on the bed. She was lying on her side, with her back toward me. After lying behind her without touching her, I slowly took my raging cock out and waited for a few seconds as she asked me whether I'd like to go somewhere during the next month's holiday.

"Lemme know so I..." she froze mid-sentence as I pulled her top up and, putting my hand on her uncovered voluptuous boobs from behind, thrust my naked cock into her bare back.

I tightly squeezed her breasts as my pre-cum touched the skin of her back. She lay there frozen. Holding my cock with my other hand, I rubbed my pre-cum on her naked back, and cupped her right tit. Without saying a word, she turned on her stomach and buried her face in the pillow.

I raised myself and kneeled down beside her, with my knees nearly touching her back, and, grabbing my cock, began jerking off. Just when I was about to cum, I pushed my cock closer to her as I didn't want to dirty the bed sheet and came on her back. Pushing the tip against her skin, I squeezed the last drops on her skin.

"Go wash yourself," she whispered without lifting her head or looking at me.

I got up but didn't say anything or even touch her and left her lying there with my cum all over back.

The next morning, when I got up to go to school, she was finishing breakfast in the kitchen. I told her that in the evening I'd go to meet my friends. She simply said okay without looking at me.

In the evening, she came to my room. I was getting ready to meet my friends. She sat down on a chair and crossed her legs. I noticed that she was wearing new jeans.

"Do you want some magazines, videos, or something? I know they are available online, but if you want, I can get them for you," she inquired, looking at me with her blue eyes.

"What magazines? What do you mean?"

"You know, dirty magazines and videos. I know everything is now available on the internet, but if you want, I can help you. I know you aren't seeing Kirsti anymore. So magazines or videos might help you."

I just stared at her.

She took a deep breath and said, "I'm your mother. You cannot touch me, it's not right."

"Yeah, I get it. It's fine," I replied.

She looked at me for a few seconds and got up.

"If you want something, just let me know," she remarked before leaving the room.

Around 20 minutes later, she again came back and saw me lying on the bed. She asked me why I wasn't going to meet my friends. I turned away from her. She asked again. I told her because she asked me not to touch her, not to come near her. She closed the door and left without saying anything.

After that evening, she stopped coming to my room, and I stopped going to hers. Within days, I was back to my old self. I once again began staying in my room, not meeting friends or anyone, and not caring about studies or anything.

Three weeks later, I was, as usual, in my room listening to music with the lights switched off when I saw her slowly opening the door and peeking inside.

"Are you going to stay like this your whole life? Today also, you had dinner in your room instead of eating it in the kitchen like a normal person," she remarked as she sat down on the bed beside me.

I didn't reply.

"What's wrong? Tell me," she whispered, caressing my hair.

"Why do you care? You don't love me. You don't want me near you. You just care about your job."

"Who said I don't love you?" she wondered as she planted a kiss on the back of my head, as I was lying on my stomach, with my face hidden under my arms.

"You said. You asked me not to touch you, not to kiss you, not to come near you," I shot back without lifting my head or showing my face to her.

"Of course, you can touch me, come near me. I'm sorry, I said that in anger. Just forget about it. Now kiss me," she whispered as she kissed my cheek.

"Really?" I asked without turning my head or looking at her.

"Yes."

I turned around and, wrapping my arms around her neck, kissed her cheek as the smell of her perfume enveloped me. She smiled and, tapping my head, left the room.

A little later, I went to her room. She was lying on the bed on her back in pajamas and a top, and reading a book. I lay down beside her.

After lying there for around five minutes without saying a word, I sat up and, holding the edges of her top, tried to push the top up, but it got stuck between the bed and her back.

Without looking at me or removing her eyes from the book, she lifted her back as I pushed the top right to her neck, revealing her voluptuous boobs.

For a second or so, I just sat there looking at her breasts, especially her pink nipples, as I couldn't believe that they were there in their full glory. Immediately putting my hands on them, I squeezed them tightly.

I turned my head to see her, but her face was still hidden behind the book. Cupping her tits, I brought my mouth closer and began licking her right nipple as my hand played with the left one. Taking her nipple in my mouth, I started sucking it like a baby. Then it was the turn of the left nipple.

My mouth and hands were busy exploring each and every inch of her big boobs, the same breasts I had wanted to feel and touch for so long. I was about to say that I loved her tits. Thankfully, I stopped myself just in time.

By now my cock was so aroused that I knew I had to do something before it dirtied my shorts, so I sat down on my knees above her hips, with my legs on either side of her, and took my rock-hard cock out of the shorts. I again looked at her and saw that her face was still hidden behind the book. I began stroking my cock as my hands tightly cupped her big boobs. This time, I came all over her breasts and stomach and squeezed the last drops into her belly button. I silently got up and tiptoed to my room.

Until then, the most I had done with a girl was kiss my former 18-year-old girlfriend Kirsti a few times and fondle her perky breasts.

The next morning, I went to the bathroom and jerked off after breakfast, as I didn't want to come too quickly. Mom was closing a jar in the kitchen when I went behind her and scooped her up in my arms. As I did that, she glared at me and flung her arms around my neck to make sure I didn't drop her. Throwing her on her bed, I began pulling her shorts down.

"Please don't do it, please don't," she pleaded as she covered her eyes with her arm.

I pulled her shorts down and pushed her top over her head. I sat between her legs and watched my mom lying there completely naked. Putting my hands on her bare thighs, I spread her legs, revealing her completely shaved pink pussy. I turned her on her stomach, unbuckled her bra, turned her over again, and, sitting down on her stomach, pulled her hands away from her eyes.

"Open your eyes," I ordered.

But she didn't. So I pulled her hand away from her eyes and ordered again. She opened her eyes and looked into my blue eyes. Putting my arms on each side of her shoulder, I brought my mouth closer and, closing my eyes, began tasting her bottom lip. I slowly slipped my tongue in her mouth and started playing with her tongue.

I then sat up and took off my top and shorts as she lay there watching my every moment with her blue eyes. Holding her hand in my hand, I put it on my cock, and she guided it to her pussy.

"I love your breasts, Mom," I blurted out as I slowly began making love to my own mother.

She simply kept looking at me.

Putting my hands on her voluptuous boobs, I increased my pace as her whole body shook with my every push. Suddenly, she placed her hands on my chest, stopped me, and started tying her long blonde hair in a bun. She put her arms around my neck and gently made me lie down on my back.