Mom Lends a Helping Hand

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CHAPTER 2

I slept like a log that night. Dirty dreams flooded my mind, but instead of the usual lineup--classmates or my statistics professor--every vision was of my mom. Her mouth open, mascara running, and her enchanting eyes tearing me apart. In my dreams, though I was the one with the condition, she had the unsatiable thirst.

When I woke up, the condom I'd slept in was overflowing. The doctor had suggested I wear them at night and even during the day--much more effective than a silicone pot holder.

#

I walked into the kitchen in my pajamas. She was buzzing around. A plate of eggs sat at my spot on the bar counter.

She was in her business casual for work. A tight-fitting blazer and her patented "power cleavage." She went to the coffee maker.

I came up behind her and gave her a big hug. She felt small with my arms wrapped around her.

"Good morning," I said, cheerfully. It was wonderful seeing her. Like it had been days, rather than one night's sleep away.

But she wiggled free. "Hi," she responded, a little coldly, without turning around.

"Thank you for helping me last night," I said.

"Oh, did I? I was so tired after work--I barely remember last night." She began to pour coffee into her travel mug, but her hand slipped and she spilled on the counter.

I took a paper towel and went in to help wipe up the mess. "What are you talking about?"

"Look I'm going to be late for work--"

My hand touched hers, and she finally made eye contact with me. The coldness melted as her cheeks flamed red and her lips parted. It made me smile. There she was.

But in an instant she reverted back. "I got it, thanks," she said, and finished pouring her coffee.

I took a step back. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" She threw the paper towel into the bin. "There's some dinner in the freezer. I'll be home around 7."

"Wait--"

She awkwardly kissed me on the cheek, grabbed her bag, and went for the door.

"Mom, wait?" I reached out and grabbed her arm. Pulled her back toward me.

She spun around and I saw a crack in the coldness again. I kissed her. Not on the cheek, but on the lips.

"Oh--" she started, parting her lips and allowing me to deepen the kiss. But then she pulled back. And gave me another peck on the cheek. "--erm, thank you, sweetie." She said. She cleared her throat. "Goodbye now."

She turned and clicked away in her heels, dropped her keys, and clumsily picked them up again, her ass stretching the fabric of her pants. She hurried out.

I didn't understand. But I took the hint. I felt my shorts shift and looked down: I was almost fully hard. Sigh.

#

I tried being productive that afternoon. But it was hard. And so was my dick. I applied my lotion as the instructions said, but I didn't cum. Part of me wanted to save it? For her. And honestly, the lotion was already helping. My balls ached less, and I only filled up a few condoms.

I decided to snoop. I was a victim of compulsion. Asking for trouble, I swung her bedroom door open.

She was an odd one. A contradictory flair for minimalist rococo. A bed-frame from Ikea under an elaborate, but small, golden chandelier. Her vanity littered with bottles of perfume and dried-out makeup products. And a half-eaten slice of pizza on a plate by her nightstand.

As I was walking to her bathroom, I noticed her laundry hamper. Her PJ bottoms from the night previous lay on top. I picked them up. Evidence of my cum was dried here and there.

I'd never been into "panty sniffing" before. I brought the fabric closer. Turned it inside out and found the crotch. I coulda sworn it was still a tiny bit damp. But mostly the cotton had firmed up. I brought it to my nose and inhaled.

Oh my god. It was amazing. Almost sweet. Impossible to describe. It made my cock twitch. I lowered the hem of my shorts and let my hard length slip out. I closed my eyes and stroked myself a few times while smelling her. A huge spurt of cum leaked out of me and into her hamper. Oh fuck. I threw the PJ bottoms back into the hamper and ran for some TP. But it wasn't very helpful. It was all over her clothes. I gave up, put my cock away, and swiftly exited her room.

#

When she got home, I had dinner ready. And a popped bottle of red wine. It wasn't exactly fine cuisine, but two plates of perfectly passable spaghetti steamed on the table. I'd watched a YouTube recipe. She walked in to find me holding the wine with a napkin folded over my arm.

"Woah..." was all she could get out.

"I made dinner."

She laughed a little nervously. Tilted her head. "Wow. Thank you, sweetie. I was just going to have something quick, so--"

"I thought we could eat together and maybe watch a movie?"

It took her a while before responding. "I don't know if that's such a good idea," she said.

"Why not?" I poured a glass and handed it to her.

She looked at it. Ran her finger around the rim. Then took a sip. I poured myself a glass. She looked down and brought a hand up to twirl a strand of hair. Cleared her throat. "Um, okay, sure."

It took a while, but toward the end of dinner she'd loosened up. The half bottle of wine certainly helped. I asked her how her day was. She told me all about work, and for the first time, I listened. Resting my chin on my arm, I stared at her as she spoke, hanging on every word.

"Regina is such a bitch sometimes, I swear to God. She steals my yogurt out of the fridge every week" she said.

"You should bring in a cup of mayonnaise, that'd show her."

She laughed once, then twice, then snorted. Touched my arm. "At that point I could just bring in a cup of your cum to really show her. I mean that thing's like a firehose." She laughed. Loud.

Instead of laughing with her, I gave her a smile. The kind you make when you've just put your opponent in "check." Then she got all serious. "Thank you for dinner honey. I'll do the dishes in the morning." She got up and left.

I took the dishes in, thinking maybe that was it for the night. But then she walked back out in her robe. She'd procured a can of beer from who-knows-where.

"Movie time?" she asked.

"Really?" Don't question her you moron. "Yes! Of course."

In the living room, I'd already gotten the DVD ready. The sectional was small, but plenty of space for two. I hit play and sat close next to her. I put my arm over the back of the couch. She shifted the other way a bit, so I retracted my arm.

About 15 minutes into the movie, she shivered. "It's kind of cold in here."

"Yea, want me to get a blanket?"

"No, that's okay." There was a long moment of silence under the movie soundtrack. "We can snuggle, though, right? That's okay?"

I nodded my head, but tried not to betray how enthusiastically I supported the idea.

She scooted closer and I opened up, putting my arm back around her. She didn't bristle this time, and let her head rest on my shoulder.

I looked down and saw her robe was dangerously close to falling open. The way she was lying against me, her breasts were pressed together and the cleavage took my breath away. She reached an arm around me, snuggled closer, then let it rest on my chest. It felt so nice.

The horror movie I'd put on, Vixens from Planet Doom, was the perfect kind of stupid, but it was loaded with jump-scares. Almost nothing scared my mom, but by the time she'd finished her beer, she was jumpy. A little drunk.

Onscreen, a curvy purple alien burst through a barn door and started strangling a victim. My mom let out a tiny eep and snuggled up closer. Doing so momentarily flashed a peek at one of her nipples. It was hard.

She adjusted her position and let her hand fall to my thigh, inadvertently resting it right over my cock that was down my right pant leg. I was slightly engorged, but I couldn't tell if she noticed. She left her hand there. I swallowed hard.

Now, each time something scary happened in the movie, she'd lean closer, and her hand would sort of grip me. She didn't exactly wrap her hand around my cock, but she had to have known she was squeezing me? With each new jump scare, I grew harder and harder. Until my throbbing dick was pressing against her hand, trying to tent my shorts.

"I love snuggling with you, sweetie. You're so cozy," she said, allowing her robe to fall open just a bit more. Her hard nipple poked out, and, staring at it, my cock twitched, letting out a splurt of warm cum. She either didn't notice, or pretended not to notice. "But these pillows are uncomfy," she said fidgeting around, and with each move she seemed to be grabbing onto my cock more. I moaned. "Are you okay sweetie?" she asked.

"Yea... but," I just made myself say it: "do you think you could milk me again?"

"Oh. Sweetie..."

"Just to help me get better."

She looked down at my crotch, and her hand on me. Then she felt around my throbbing cock through my shorts, as if suddenly discovering my bulge. "Oh my...." She took her hand back. "Honey. We can't do that." She whispered in my ear, over the lull of the television. "It's not okay. It's not appropriate. Do you understand?"

"Oh."

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, giving me a side-hug. Her breasts pressed up against me, her robe hardly closed anymore. "You have to take care of that yourself, okay sweetie? That's really important. I'm your mom. I'm not supposed to--we're not supposed to..." her lips were nearly touching my ear. I could feel her warm breath. And my rock-hard cock strained against my shorts.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too baby"

"The same way?"

She didn't say anything for a long moment. Then she kissed the spot on my neck right below my ear. A soft and quick kiss. But the sound that her lips made sent a shiver down my spine. Another gush of cum came out of me. She pulled away. Cleared her throat. Looked at me.

"I'm really tired honey. Please finish the movie, but I think I'm going to curl up here on the couch, okay?"

I nodded.

"You can take care of yourself tonight." She broke eye contact. "You should use whatever's around. I mean--you can figure it out."

"Okay."

"Thank you for spending the night with me sweetie. It was so much fun."

"I had fun too."

She turned away and curled up on the other side of the sofa. Resting her head on a pillow so I couldn't see her face. She was positioned so that I could perfectly spoon her, but I didn't dare.

I took a deep breath and turned back to the movie. The remaining college kids had infiltrated the aliens' space ship and had set it to self-destruct. I tried watching to distract myself from the raging hard on in my shorts, but it wasn't working.

I looked over at her. She was motionless. Breathing softly. Then I looked down at my cock. I grabbed her empty pint glass off the side table and placed it nearby--a cum receptacle. Then I pulled my shorts down, allowing my length to spring free. Out of curiosity, I picked up the beer can from the side table too, and held it up against my cock. Okay, so, I definitely wasn't as girthy as a can. But I was definitely longer. I throbbed and a bit of cum leaked from my head. It dripped down my shaft and pooled.

I looked back over at her. The robe material was thin and hugged the shape of her ass. And what a shape it was. Large and round, especially for someone so petite.

I took my clothes off then wrapped a hand around my dick, slickening it with some of the cum, and I started to stroke. I kept as quiet as possible. Jerking off while staring at her ass. My breathing got heavy and I sped up some, caring less about the wet noises I was making. I let out a small moan.

And then something curious happened. She adjusted a bit in her sleep--sliding up a touch and then back down. But she did it a few times. Each shift hiked her robe up just a bit higher, until her thighs were completely exposed, all the way up to the bottoms of her ass cheeks. I grunted softly, my hand speeding up.

She had, what some would call, a bubble butt. Wide hips, and ass cheeks that stuck out from her body, then curled in to meet her thighs, creating a delicious crease. I was drooling.

She shifted a little more in her sleep until most of her ass was out. Then she straightened one of her legs out a bit.... and oh my god I could see her pussy lips. They glistened. Fucking glistened! I jerked harder, leaning forward, trying to take as much in as possible.

She wiggled and her ass cheeks bounced. What? There was a pause... and then she did it again. Her ass cheeks jiggled. It was the definition of inviting.

I cleared my throat. She didn't say anything, but the robe slid up another inch. Her ass was completely out. I got up and crept over, peering at her face. Her eyes were closed--resting peacefully. But her ass tilted barely, as if opening up toward me. It was almost hanging off the edge of the couch.

My dick throbbed angrily. The veins even seemed to bulge.

I crouched a bit and leant in, holding the head of my cock just an inch from her pussy lips, which, upon further inspection, looked about to drip. I shifted a little closer, almost making contact--and just then she gave another wiggle, and her slippery lips swallowed half my bulbous cockhead. I moaned involuntarily and felt another splurt of cum shoot out of me. I was done hesitating. My cock had taken over anyways. It wanted deeper and that's what it was going to get. I pressed in.

I hardly had to lean forward--her pussy swallowed me. The warmth and wetness ate me up. I eased myself further inside of her, my mouth falling open and my body shaking in response to the pleasure. I kept pressing deeper until just before my hips hit her ass. And I held myself there for a second, almost completely inside her. It's all I'd been dreaming of since the previous night. And, sometimes, when you want something so so bad, getting it is a little anti-climactic. Like, the act of wanting it so bad you could cry, in itself, contains more syrupy juice than the actual bite. But that was NOT the case here. Having my cock buried in my mom's pussy was quite simply the most perfect thing I had ever felt and could ever feel. And I relished every second completely and wholly. Shamefully and powerlessly. I'd have rather been shot in the head than pull out.

I peeked once again at her face. Her eyes were still closed. Still peaceful. Innocent. But... was her lip was quivering? It was almost imperceptible in the dim light... but I was sure I could see it. A slight tremble of the lower lip. I held my cock still inside of her, feeling her walls contract around me gently, like a heartbeat pulsing.

I slid partway out of her. Then, so slowly, all the way back in. Fucking fuck. Then I did it again. I could barely breathe. She was so wet the sound of my cock filling her was like the sound she made when she went after a popsicle (which is to say, borderline deepthroating it). The wet sounds just made me grow impossibly harder. Chills ran down my spine. I hungrily devoured her ass with my eyes as I very slowly began to pump in and out of her pussy. Using her like a toy.

I inhaled as I slid in.... then exhaled as I pulled my length back out until the head of my dick popped out of her, and then I slid right back in, her lips gripping me, collecting her excess juices as I pressed back in. I moaned, caring less about the noise I was making. I picked up speed, pumping just a bit faster, and pressing just a bit deeper.

And then I was fucking her. Humping like it was my job. So far, I had kept my hips from slamming into her ass--only allowing my shaft to fill her and then pulling back out--but in my desperation and enthusiasm, I lost my balance. I fell forward, reaching out to catch myself, and my hands landed on her ass. But I didn't stop pumping. On the contrary, my hands grabbed at her rump, holding her steady while I filled her up with my long cock. I took one ass check in each hand, as much as I could get, and squeezed her big perfect butt. My eyes were wide and a grin had conned its way onto my face. I was panting hungrily. My tongue hanging out of my mouth. I thought of her telling me the other night to "use her." ... "To fill her up." I wanted to so badly. I wanted to pump her completely full. I wanted it to come out her ears. My hands massaged her ass while holding her down. I panted with exertion. By now I was full blown taking her. Plowing with abandon.

My hips slapped against her ass and I held myself all the way in. Fully buried up to my balls. I grunted and then resumed fucking her. I lifted my leg and rested my foot on the edge of the couch, angling myself to get more of her. At the same time, I looked at her face again. Her eyes were still closed, but she was biting her lip and her cheeks were flushed. The sight almost made me cum. But I wanted more.

Squeezing her ass naturally led to my thumb pressing closer to her pink button of an asshole. Each thrust moved it closer. My cock slammed in, then pulled back out, until the pad of my thumb teased her puckered hole, slick with her pussy juices.

I slowed down, exercising some restraint. I began to edge myself. I wanted as much as I could get. Teasing myself with her warm pussy. But it was almost impossible; to keep myself from completely unloading. I slid in, rested, gave two small pumps, then pulled myself back out. I repeated like that, with an irregular rhythm, riding the wave of a growing orgasm. I started to grow light-headed.

The tip of my thumb played with her asshole, rubbing in slow wet circles around her pucker. And then I let my thumb slip in. Not deep, just teasing in up to the knuckle. But as I did, she let slip a small squeal. It must have been an accident, because it was stifled--incomplete. The sound dripped in pleasure, and that was it. Involuntarily, when the sound she made hit my eardrums, a switch flipped, and I exploded. I came so hard I fell on top of her.

"FuuuUucK!" I moaned, almost blacking out due to my erratic breathing. My hips shook as my cock shot load after load into her. My jaw went slack. But I held on. I reached out, like an animal, and took hold of her. I wrapped my arms around her body and rolled so I was completely on top of her, pressing her into the cushions. My hand found her neck and turned her head as my lips found her lips. I gave a final thrust, deep, and felt the last load spill into her as I kissed at her trembling mouth and my tongue went after hers.

I was so caught up that I almost didn't notice her hand had slipped between her legs. She still had her eyes closed, and didn't kiss me back. But the noises she stifled and the flicker of her hand on her clit, like a flame before a breath, damned her.

I tightened my hand on her neck and brought my lips to her ear.

"Cum for me," I whispered. "Slut."

She squealed again and shook under me. Her legs vibrating and her toes curling. She arced her back, tilting her ass up and pressing my still-hard cock that much deeper. I could feel her fingertips working her button. Her pussy milked the last bit of cum out of me, and then she came. The release was palpable, in the way her body moved under mine.

She breathed heavily, and so did I. The quiet of the room and the glow of the DVD menu screen the only accompaniment.

"I love you," I whispered in her ear. Then rolled to the side to spoon her. She wiggled away a bit, but my arms wrapped around her and pulled her back against me. I felt the velvet of her robe press against my bare chest.

I sort of couldn't believe what had happened. And who I turned into when I was inside her. But I liked it. Whether it was a version of me, a part of me, or just plain me, it was like my body and mind had given me permission to taste the fruit. And the fruit was begging to be eaten.

I held her tight, lying there, listening to the sound of her breathing. In a state of complete relaxation that comes with full release, I could feel myself sliding off into sleep. But I held off long enough to hear her breaths change into that unmistakable cadence of unconsciousness. I closed my eyes and joined her.