My name is Dan and I'm a 19 year old college student. I attend a local college and live at home with my parents. One afternoon I'm in the kitchen making lunch when i hear a loud crash coming from the garage.
I open the door and see my mom standing in front of my dads classic Corvette with her hands covering her mouth. There is a smashed box with old books and broken glass on the hood.
"What did you do," I said to my mom.
She just stood there staring at the mess. My dad had rebuilt this car and probably loved it more then anything else in the world.
I composed myself and looked at my mother, "it's okay, lets clean up the mess and we'll pull back the cover to see if there is any damage."
My mother was still in full panic. "Your father loved this car. He is going to divorce me, or kill me, or never speak to me again."
We got the mess cleaned up, and pulled back the cover. There was a big dent and scratches right in the center of the hood. There were also scratches along the front quarter panel.
My mom was in tears. "He told me to get rid of these books and vases and I told him I did. I hid it away on the shelf. It just slipped out of my hands."
She was right, dad was going to be pissed. A couple weeks ago she ran into a car in the parking lot. Then last week, she dropped and broke his ipad. It's already been tense between the two, this was going to put him over the edge.
"Mom stop crying, go in the house and calm down. I'll cover it up and we'll come up with a plan to tell dad."
By the time dad came home, mom had calmed down but was still quiet and extremely nervous. I really felt bad for her. This could lead to a divorce.
After dinner, mom disappeared upstairs. Dad settled into his routine. He fixed a drink and watched TV. After about a half hour, he would wander to the garage and monkey with his Corvette or just stare at it.
I was feeling bad for mom and decided to take one for the team. I called him to the garage and told a story about how I was moving some boxes and tripped and fell into the Corvette.
I thought maybe it would be better coming from me, but I was wrong. He was mad, I think the maddest I've ever seen him.
Mom could hear him yelling and slowly made her way into the garage. My dad looked at her and said "look what he did. He damaged the car. It's completely ruined."
Mom gave a surprisingly look in my direction and I nodded to her that it was okay. She tried calming the situation, "it was only an accident, I'm sure it can be fixed."
Dad wasn't having it and told us both to leave him alone. Once inside mom grabbed my arm, "you didn't have to do that. It was my fault."
"It's okay mom. He'll get over and it will give him something to do."
The next day came the punishment and it was harsher then I expected. I had to pay for the damage and he was cutting the cord on my college tuition. He also told me I needed to learn more responsibilty and should look for a new place to live.
I was not expecting that. I worked but basically spent what I made. I certainly couldn't pay for tuition or a place to stay. This backfired on me. On top of that, my girlfriend had called me earlier in the day and broke up with me.
I just sat at the kitchen table, staring at the floor. This was the shittiest day ever.
Thats when my mom walked in and asked "Hi honey, how did it go with your father?"
"Not good," I replied and went thru my punishment list.
"I am so sorry, let me tell him what really happened."
"No, its alright. Maybe he's right, I should learn some responsibilty. I just didn't think he'd come down so hard on me."
Mom put a comforting hand on my shoulder, "your not moving out and I will figure out a way to pay for it. I owe you big time. We can work something out."
I woke up the next day and was still feeling bummed about my shitty life. My dad was at work, and mom was reading on the patio. I closed the door to my bedroom and decided to relieve some stress. I put some porn on my computer and started working my cock.
After a couple minutes, I was about to erupt when my door opens. I turn my chair and my mom is standing there with her mouth open.
"What the hell, mom"
She immediately covers her eyes as I scramble to pull my pants up. "You could have knocked."
"I'm sorry, I didn't even think about it. Are you dressed or covered up?"
I grab a pillow to cover my hard cock as its making a tent in my pants. I sit there looking at my mom with humiliation. "Yes mom, what do you want?"
"I'm so sorry I barged in like that. I'm just feeling really bad about everything. I thought maybe we could go do something today that might cheer you up."
I shook my head, "I'm good mom, I don't want to do anything. I'm feeling really shitty right now."
"Please honey, you need to get out of here. Lets do something fun."
I snapped back at her, "No mom! I have no money, you have no money, I need to pay dad back and move out, plus my girlfriend broke up with me."
Mom gave a pouting look and said "I'm so sorry, I wish there was something I could do to make you happy, I feel really bad about everything.". She glances over to my computer and says, "can you turn that off?"
I turn around and the porn is still playing on my computer. "Oh my god, this is so embarassing!". I point at the screen, "thats what I need mom, a handjob. Or better yet, a blowjob. Thats what would make me feel better. If you know anyone, thats what I want."
I hear mom turn around and walk out the door. I close down the internet and sit back in my chair. "I can't believe I just said that to my mother."
After about 20 minutes, I went downstairs and found mom in the kitchen.
"I'm sorry mom, I shouldn't have said that. With everything happening with dad, my girlfriend breaking up with me, you walk in on me watching porn. Its a waterfall of shit on me right now."
Mom gives me that understanding look, "Its okay, no need to apolgize. I should have knocked. I just feel so bad about everything and I wanted to do something nice for you."
"I know mom and I appreciate it", I say in a somber tone. "We can do something if you still want to."
I get a warm smile back, "No, don't worry about it. You can go back to your room if that makes you happy."
I turn to exit the kitchen and mom says, "tell you what, I'll do it."
I look back at her with questionable look, "what?"
"The handjob", mom says excitingly. "If thats what will make you happy, then thats what I'll do. I owe you big time and this is big time."
"Umm, I certainly didn't expect to hear that. I said it out of frustration, I didn't really mean for you to do it."
Mom gave a little chuckle, "I know it was frustration, but you wouldn't have said it if you didn't mean it. I've never seen you so upset and it's all because of me. I want to do something for you, if this is what I need to do then I'll do it."
"What about dad? You would be cheating on him and don't you think it would be weird between us?"
"Aah, I'm not worried about dad and we already got one big secret between us. I already saw your penis and it's already weird were having this discussion, we just need to agree to some ground rules. Think about it and let me know."
I stared at her almost expecting a just kidding and finally said, "Alright, lets do it. What are the rules?"
Mom giggled and said, "okay, Iets see. Rule 1, Besides the obvious no other touching. Rule 2, you have to keep a pillow at your neck so we don't see each other, maybe that will lessen any uncomfort. Rule 3, we never discuss with anyone....ever!"
I gave it a quick thought, "okay, i agree. But since you won't see my face, how about a blowjob instead? I can give myself a handjob, a blowjob would be much better."
Mom started laughing, "I can't believe your negotiating this. Lets see if we can even get started first, You go upstairs and get yourself going and I'll be up in 10 minutes. Remember, pillow or something to cover your face."
I walked away with an uneasy feeling, but also a little excited. Was my mom really going to come to my room and give me a handjob? By the time I reached the top of the stairs I was already hard.
I took my clothes off and laid down on my bed. I've always thought my mom was pretty with a nice body, but never sexual. The thoughts of her touching me was really turning me on. I didn't even need to touch myself, I just remained hard.
I heard her feet hit the stairs, she was actually coming to my room. I placed the sheet over my cock and a pillow just under my chin. She reached the top and was approaching my room.
As she enters my room, she says nothing. I feel her sit at the foot of the bed and inch her way toward the middle. About a minute goes by and I finally feel the sheet lift off my cock.
Her warm hand grips my shaft and my body immediately tenses up. She slowly moves her hand up and down. It's actually happpening.
"Does this feel okay?" she quietly asks me.
"Yes, it feels so good."
"Let me know when your going to cum." As the words leave her mouth, I feel her wet mouth cover my shaft. Holy shit, my mom is giving me a blowjob.
Her mouth works up and down my shaft. I even felt her tongue flick the tip of my cock. She's enjoying this, almost as much as I am. One of her hands starts massaging my balls and I can't take it anymore.
"I'm going to cum!" I shout out.
She lifts her head off my cock, but continues to stroke my shaft with her hand and massage my balls with the other.
I grip the pillow in front of me with both hands and pull it to my face. "Aaahh!" I feel a shot of cum leave my cock. I pull the pillow back against the headboard and watch another stream of cum spray across my chest.