Mom You Wear Me Out!

Damn it! I landed off balance. I felt something stretch in my right glutes. It was killing me but I wasn't going to show the pain. I need to make the team, nothing is going to stop me.

I know what will happen if I let the trainers get involved. Ice packs, then heat then rest. They would keep me out of the qualifying, out of making the team for another year. No way that us going to happen to me,

Coach asked, 'Brady, you looked like you had trouble with the landing. Are you OK?'

'Yeah, I am fine,' I said calmly even though my glute was screaming at me.

'Well, see you tomorrow. You still have a chance to make the team so get a good night's rest.'

'Will do Coach.'

Mom came out of the stands and joined us.

'Brady, you landed awkwardly on the dismount. Are you OK?'

Coach answered for me, 'He says he is fine Jade, but can you keep an eye on him? I know he wants to make the team real bad, but I know him.'

He suspects that I am injured. He knows me well.

'You can bet on it Steve.'

'Come on Brady, let's grab a bite and head home.'

'OK.'

Coach left us.

'Mom, my glute is screaming at me. Can you take a look at it when we get home?'

'Brady, I am a physical therapist. I don't treat family. If you have a problem, let's get you to the trainer.'

'No, he will keep me out of tomorrow's qualifier. Please, just this time! I want to make the team. You know how important that is to my college and Olympic aspirations.'

'Let me think about it. Let's get you home and get some ice on it.'

'Thanks Mom.'

***

There is no medical rule or law that prevents me from treating family members. It is my rule. Physical therapy requires a lot of body touching. Some of it close to private parts. I just don't want to touch family members there even if it is not sexual.

Maybe this time it is different. I know how much this means to him. One bad landing on a high bar routine can't derail him.

I encouraged him to explore gymnastics when he was eleven. He was a puny kid with no muscle mass. It is more or less an individual sport but you are part of a team. All that seemed to be pluses for him to develop mentally and physically.

Looking at him now, an 18 year old with the typical physique of a male gymnast. Heavily muscled arms, chest and back. A triangular body shape from the thick chest to a slim waist supported by large leg muscles and rock hard glutes.

Add amazing flexibility coupled with speed and power needed for the floor routines, you have a powerful gymnast.

I attended all his practices and competitions. I was hooked as his Mom, but also an admirer of the hard bodies of his teammates and competitors.

I treated one of his teammates for a quad injury. I was amazed at how uninhibited he was with his body. I took advantage of that. I went too far with him. He was so big, too big. I couldn't resist.

Thankfully he didn't talk about it. As far as I know.

I didn't do it again.

***

He could barely walk to the car. Maybe I should make an exception.

I helped him get into the car. He groaned as he lifted his leg up to sit in the passenger seat.

'Brady, let's get you to the trainer. This looks serious.'

'No. If you won't help me, I will figure it out by myself.'

'You are being stubborn. Your trainer can help.'

'Will you just drive or should I?

'Fine. I will help you. But if I can't, I will call your trainer.'

'Fair enough,' he said.

We drove in silence. He could not get comfortable sitting on his butt. He needs to lay on his stomach to get relief.

I helped him limp into the house and guided him to the living room couch. Even the soft cushions were too much for him. I felt bad for him. I need to help him.

I setup my portable table and my physical therapy equipment.

'Brady, can you make it to the table?'

'I think so.'

He couldn't make it, he had to lean on me as he limped to the table.

I helped him up and onto his stomach.

What a shapely ass he has, jutting up from the flat table.

This is why I don't work with family members. A tingle of desire igniting in my pussy.

'OK, I am starting Brady. It might hurt more as I work on muscle.'

I leaned over the table. One hand gripped the edge of the table. I used my other arm, the elbow to knead into the muscle to loosen it up. I reversed my arms to work the lower part of the glutes.

Brady screamed, 'Fuck, that fucking hurts Mom.'

'Can I pull your shorts down? I want to look at the effected area.'

'Yes, yes, anything to stop the pain.'

He helped me remove his shorts by lifting up his hips so that I could slide them off.

I sighed as i looked at the muscle structure of his cheeks. Well developed, hard, firm, shapely.

I didn't need to, but I did. I used my fingers to explore the contours of his shapely ass.

'Mom, what do you see?'

'Nothing, just trying to feel for any lumps or knots. Nothing so far.'

'Can you spread you legs open a little more?'

He spread them wide. There it was. His limp cock, big limp cock, lying length-wise on the table. The ball sack covering the base of the shaft.

'I am going to check your inner thigh. Is that OK Brady.?'

'Stop asking permission Mom, just do what you want with me.'

If he only knew.

It's disgusting, but I had to touch it.

I felt along his inner thigh. I stopped, I was an inch away from the head. I caressed the area. One side then the other.

It worked, his limp penis showed life, growth. It slithered forward filling up with erection giving blood.

I gently pulled on the head hoping to see it grow even more with my little help.

'Mom, what are you doing?'

'i... I... I uh was moving your penis out of the way.'

'Can you do that thing with your elbow again? It hurts but it seems to be helping.'

'Of course, I am done with my scouting. No lumps, bumps and bruises and your penis seems to grow when stimulated. Sometimes these types of injuries affect urology.'

That was a stretch.

I continued to work the glute. I could tell it was loosening up, the pain should be subsiding. It was.

'Mom, you are a miracle worker, the pain is gone!'

'Let me do one more massage run. Then let's stretch it.'

One more massage run, the glute back to normal.

'Ok, we are done Brady. Trying sitting up, if it is painful, let's do another massage.'

Without pain, he moved to a sitting position on the edge of the table, his legs spread wide, his penis dangling down. I couldn't stop looking at it. He noticed.

'Mom, go ahead, it's OK.'

'What are you talking about?'

'Mom, I know you want to touch it again. I am fine with that. No one will ever know.'

I lied to him, 'I don't know what you mean?'

'You have been divorced for two years. As best I can tell, you haven't had sex with anyone since then, maybe longer.'

He was right, but I remained indignant.

'So, what does that have to do with anything?'

He reached out and gently took my hand and pulled it forward to his penis. He maneuvered my fingers to wrap around his penis.

I should have, but I didn't fight it.

'See Mom, that wasn't so bad was it? I want to help you Mom. Use me Mom, I will do anything you ask me to do.'

It felt thick. I was tempted to stroke it, to make it grow more.

'You can do with it whatever you want, no one will ever know, It will be our secret Mom. I am here to help you.'

He stared intently into my eyes. His crystal blue eyes, mesmerizing me.

It was growing in my hand.

I should stroke it, make it hard, take it my mouth.

I can't do it. I pulled my hand back.

'What is wrong with you Brady? Go to your room.'

'But what about the stretching? Shouldn't you stretch it out?'

He wiggled his cock while he spoke daring me to take hold of it again.

So tempting, so long since I had sex with a partner. Dildos and vibrators are not the same.

No one will know. Just Brady and I having a sexual relationship. So convenient right here under our roof. Awesome body, young strong sex drive, we could go at it for hours.

I mumbled out loud, aimed more at me than him.

'I can't, I want to, but I can't, we would never be the same.'

I walked away. I went to my room.

I sat on the edge of my bed, thinking, analyzing what I was doing.

I instigated the situation by touching it, pulling on it. I was surprised by his reaction, his suggestions that he was OK having sex with his mother. He wanted to help me. Where did that come from? I had no inkling he found me sexually desirable.

He knocked on the door.

'Mom, can I come in?'

'Yes. come in.'

He was still naked. His penis back in a limp state. I should tell him to leave, put on his clothes, don't walk around naked. But... I don't.

'Can I sit Mom?'

'Yeah.'

He sat right next to me, our thighs in contact. He put his arm around me.

'I am sorry Mom, that was out of line. It won't happen again.'

He stood up right in front of me. His penis no more than a foot away from my mouth.

It gave me an opportunity to closely examine it.

A large, well defined classic 'fireman's helmet' shape. The shaft below the corona slimmer, down to the thick bottom. The scrotum hanging low, the large balls pulling it down.

I pictured my lips wrapped around it just below the head. One hand fondling his balls, the other stroking the long, thick shaft. My mouth watering with anticipation. A desire to take it all in, deep in my throat.

'I believe you.'

'So should we do the stretching now?'

'Yes, get on the bed. We can do it here.'

I decided to do more than stretching. I am so fucking horny. Having sex with my son seemed like a good idea. I moved between his legs.

'Lift up your right leg about half way. Good. I will take it from there.'

Placing my hand under his knee, I pushed his whole leg back to his chest. To give me stability, my other hand on his pelvis, my index finger along the bottom of the cock shaft, my thumb up under his large ball sack.

I pushed the sack up, my thumb finding the tip of my middle finger that rested on the side of the shaft.

'Mom, what...'

'Be quiet, just lay there, enjoy what I am going to do for you. If you talk, I will stop.'

He nodded, a big smile broke out.

I held that position, it was a good stretch. I repeated the leg lift and stretch. I changed my position around his cock. I took the shaft in hand and stroked it.

An erection quickly arose.

I drooled saliva down on the head. I spread it up and down.

'Oh god Mom.'

I stopped.

'Sorry, sorry,' he said.

I stopped to remove my 'Brady' t-shirt and bra.

His eyes lit up seeing my breasts.

No more stretches. I settled down between his legs.

I caressed his balls with one hand, the other in charge of stroking. I moved my face close to the head.

I moved forward, his erection was no more than six inches from my mouth. I reflexively licked my lips like I was ready to take it in my mouth. He placed his hands on my shoulders.

I slowly stroked him, picking up speed. I started stroking hard with two hands, he was that big. Faster and faster, first gentle moans, that increased in volume. His cock hard and wet. He looked ready to cum.

Then the dirty talk came from him.

'Yes Mom, take it in your mouth, wrap your lips around your son's erection. Make me cum Mom, make me cum Mom!' he shouted while looking at me.

I stroked even harder. I stopped to place the head on my tongue, pulled back then restarted the stroking.

He surprised me when he said, 'Mom, I am cumming.'

His throbbing erection and head was inches from my mouth. I was stroking him furiously. Leaking precum down the shaft.

'Mom, open your mouth! Do it. Open your mouth!'

I hesitated, so with his free hand he squeezed open my mouth. He shifted forward and inserted the head inside my lips, shifted forward again placing the head on my tongue.

He released his hand from my mouth.

'Mom, close your mouth around my cock. I am cumming in your mouth Mom.'

I pushed his hand off his cock and. I took over the stroking. I wrapped my lips tightly around the thick shaft. It only took a few strokes to make him cum. The first explosion made its way into my throat, the second one on my tongue.

I moved off of him. The next stream shot up across my face depositing his warm semen on my cheek, eye lashes, forehead and unto my hair. I took it back in my mouth as he was pumping so much and let him finish in my mouth. What a load.

Finally, he stopped, but I wasn't done. I sucked hard on the head pulling out what was left. I pushed his balls up to the bottom of his cock. Then with my lips tightly wrapped around his thick erection, I began moving up and down motion working further and further down, bumping into his balls as I plunged down. I released his balls. I plunged down. Pay dirt, I was balls deep on my son. I stayed on him. I moved off of him almost to the head and I plunged back down to his balls. I did that one more time before I stopped with my mouth pressing the pubic hairs around the shaft.

I wiggled his cock in my throat by moving my head back and forth on it, my lips staying planted against his pubic hair. He moaned and ran his hands through my cum sprayed hair. I was having so much fun deep throating my son, giving pleasure while taking my share.

I pulled all the way off. I took the time to closely to look over my son's erection. Memorizing the head, the veins on the shaft, I dropped lower to suck on his balls, bigger than Dad's. I sucked on one, then the other. All the while with my thumb playing with the head. He was done.

I was done, nothing else to extract from him.

Immediately I felt dirty and ashamed.

'Mom, can I move into your room so that we can sleep together every night and...'

'Just because I gave you one blowjob, doesn't mean you will get another, let alone sleep with me.'

I was taking out my anger with myself on him. I made the move to do this, not he.

'Sorry, I just thought...'

'You thought wrong. Go to your room, I need to be alone and think about what I did.'

As he walked out i admired the back side view.

I said out loud, 'What an ass!'

What did I do? I sucked my son's cock! And I loved it. I am so torn. I want more of him, but I can't. My panties were so wet I had to change them. I intended to do the wash today but never got there. AlI I had clean was a thong and a transparent baby doll top.

But I can't stop thinking about Brady's size, how his cum tasted, how satisfied he looked. Could he do something for me? Can he give me what I needed? I can't stop thinking about all this. I sighed and pulled a pillow over my face, I wanted to cry.

***

It was late, I should check on him to see if he still without pain. Yeah, that makes sense.

I knocked on his door as I could see light under the door.

'Come in.'

He hurriedly put his iPad on the night stand. He brought his knees up under the sheets.

'Just checking to see if you are painless.'

'No pain Mom. Thank you for checking. Anything else?'

He was trying to get me out of there to return to his iPad, probably porn.

'What were you watching?'

'Oh... a... a instructional video.'

'On what?'

'I... I...'

I reached for the iPad.

'No Mom, no.'

It was a young guy performing oral sex on an older woman.

'Cunnilingus instructional video I see.'

'Yes.'

He was embarrassed. I took his hand.

'Brady, don't be embarrassed or ashamed of what you are interested in especially if you were using it to learn a skill, not to just masturbate.'

'It is to learn a skill. I think women like that.'

'Oh god yes. It is one of my favorite sex acts as well as fellatio.'

'You are pretty good at fellatio, blowjobs right?'

'Yes, that is the crude way to say it, but it can be intimate and erotic as well.'

'I liked it, I would like to do it again. I guess with someone else.'

I shouldn't give him hope, but I did.

'Brady, don't rule out us doing that again, ok?'

He perked up.

'That would be great!'

'Are you going to try cunnilingus with your girl friend?'

'Someday, but when I do, I need to be sure I am pretty good at it.'

'So may I ask where you are going to get the practice, I mean with whom will you practice?'

He looked at me and smiled.

'Oh no, wipe that thought out of your mind.' I said.

'Mom, it's only fair. You took care of me, I should try and take care of you.'

He pulled his sheets off, naked again with an erection.

'Unless you want to take care of me again? I think you like it.'

Should I let him practice with me? I love cunnilingus.

'All right, show me what you got.'

First thing he did, he stood up. Erect, it was exciting to me to see it again. I am such a bad mommy. I felt the warmth of desire and tingling in all the right areas. Maybe I wanted his cock more.

He moved next to me on the bed and gently pulled up my top, brushing his hands lightly across the nipples on my breasts. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he directed me down to rest against the pillows.

He moved his hands down across my breasts to the strings on my thong. He eased the strings down, pulling my thong across my bent knees to the bed. I lifted my feet up allowing him to throw the thong onto the floor. He grasped my ankles to pull my legs straight.

***

My plan was to recreate the oral sex scene from the video She will love it. I know it. I am ready to pleasure her like no man or woman has. She would be hooked and will do anything for me going forward. Sex when I want it and where I want it. I was so excited.

She leaned back on the bed and spread her legs wide open beckoning my mouth, tongue, and fingers to deliver satisfaction to my Mom. Her recently shaved pussy was inviting. She was ready. I moved in and placed my hands on her inner thighs. I moved in close to her. I looked up to her for eye contact. She weakly smiled.

I licked her inner thighs, one side, then the other. I continued licking and then kissing my way up. I stopped short of contacting the outer zone of her sexual pleasure. She placed her hands on the back of my head forcing me in closer. I licked her swelling outer lips. One side then the other. I sucked on one side then the other. I pinched them together, kissed them, then ran my tongue back and forth across them. I paused to look at her. Her head was back, her eyes closed. She was enjoying the ride.

With my fingers, I spread her lips wide open, I inserted my tongue into her pussy playing around inside while resting my upper lip on the very bottom of her clitoris. I pulled back then inserted several times in a fucking motion always giving her clit a quick lick. She trembled.

Moving up, I ran my tongue back and forth across her clit. It was engorged. I sucked on it once. She almost levitated off the bed. I sucked again. I backed off to just swipe it with my tongue.

'Oh Brady! Give me more. Take care of your Mom! I want it so bad.' she screamed.

I sucked on her clit. Once, then twice, then three times releasing and pausing each time to tease her, letting the anticipation build. One more suck.

'Oh my god I am cumming!' she shouted rolling her head back and forth. She grabbed the back of my head pulling it hard onto her while I kept her clit between my lips flicking it with my tongue.

Her body rippled from top to bottom, bucking up and down. Her pussy soaked with her juices.

She whimpered, 'Oh my...oh my... oh my Brady.' Her voice dropping down to a whisper. Eventually she went quiet.

***

'Mom, we are not done yet.'

He kneeled in front of me.

'Mom, do you want me?' He moved his cock close into my swollen, wet pussy.

He wants to fuck his Mother! I could not imagine doing that, fuck my son? I can't do that.

'Brady, we can't do that, you can't, you know, you can't have intercourse with your Mother.'

'Mom, I just did something for you. We need to do something together.'