About a week or so went by and then one evening, as Mom and I were watching a movie, her hand started stroking my thigh and slowly slid up into my gym shorts. Soon she was kneading my cock until I was firm. I smiled and removed my shorts. Mom placed my cock in her mouth for a few minutes of hard sucking before I gently pushed her away. I got up and helped her to lie back on the sofa. She was wearing an old tank top and I pulled the fabric down below her tits and kissed them a few times. I straddled her and Mom smiled as she brought her tits together around my shaft. I loved titty-fucking her.
"Oh Jake, that feels so good..." she purred. "Fuck Mommy's titties." I loved it when she did that. "Fuck Mommy's titties and then you can fuck Mommy's pussy too. Would you like that? Does Jake wanna fuck his Mommy? Fuck her pussy and fill it with his cum? Hmmm?"
Well she looked so hot and her voice was magic and I knew I was cumming. So I just blew my load right there between her tits. The first few spurts shot up to hit her face and throat. Mom laughed in that musical way and smiled. As I sat back she proceeded to use her fingers to gather as much cum as she could and eat it up. I was enjoying this vision when her phone chirped that she had a text. Mom's face lit up as she read it.
"She did it! Cheryl seduced Phillip! She wants to come over, is that okay with you?"
"Sure Mom, but we should get dressed..."
"Oh shit, you're right!" Mom and I ran to change. She traded the tank for an oversized T-shirt and added a pair of yoga pants, I merely added a T-shirt but kept the gym shorts. Minutes later the doorbell rang.
Mom answered the door and Cheryl came in gushing with glee and hugged Mom tightly then, seeing me, rushed over and grabbed me and planted the biggest kiss on me.
"It worked! Just like you said! It really worked!" she exclaimed.
Mom sat with her on the sofa and I brought her a glass of wine and then Cheryl told us her story:
I decided to try the things you had suggested and started letting him see me dressed more skimpily and I made sure that it always seemed unintentional. I even pretended to fall asleep on the sofa with my robe gaping open showing most of my tits. I figured he would be unable to resist the urge to lift the edge to see my nipples and I could then wake up and catch him. But he stood and stared for the longest then went to his room to masturbate. That night I decided to take it a step further. I know you said I could pretend to be drunk but Phillip has never seen me drunk and I don't want him to remember our first joining as "the night I screwed my drunk mom." I knocked on his door and told him I was feeling poorly and was taking some meds and would he make sure I was awake for work the next morning. Then I climbed in bed naked and set my alarm. When it went off I kicked off the blanket and tangled the sheet around my legs so it looked like I had a bad night. I lay on my side with one leg drawn up and covered my eyes with my disheveled hair so I could peek without being seen. When he came in to wake me I hoped he would masturbate but instead he just stood there and watched me. After a while he covered me before attempting to wake me. I didn't expect that. I was both proud of him and disappointed. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, my boobs exposed. He started to leave but I asked him to sit for a minute. I had already called into work the day before but now pretended to call in sick. I sat my phone down and looked at him.
"Philip, I owe you an explanation," I said, "I realize that I have been acting weird for a while and now you find me like this..."
"Mom," he said,"It's okay..."
"No honey, it's not. I have given up on finding the right man to please me but that doesn't mean I want to give up on being pleased. I still need to be pleased like any normal healthy woman and sadly my hand just wasn't enough last night..."
"Your hand?"
"My hand. I don't have a dildo so I was trying to masturbate. But the problem with masturbating is that sometimes you reach a point where it just isn't good enough, you know?"
"Mom I don't think you..."
"So I was frustrated and the cold meds made me too drowsy to remember to put on a nightie and now you come in and find your mother naked and exposed. Truth is I've been having trouble cumming for a long time now and the level of sexual frustration is getting worse. So here I am, too tired and upset to give a damn that you can see my tits. Hell Phillip, they are the same tits you sucked as a baby and it's too late now for any pretend modesty so go ahead and look." I then sat back and rubbed my eyes as he stared at me.
"I...I s-sucked your titties?" he stammered.
"Yes, baby. I breastfed you." I said caressing my tits. "I liked it, it made me feel good and I actual hoped your father would participate, you know, in foreplay or during sex. But the bastard said it was gross and you know that hurt my feelings." I sniffed as I looked at the ceiling. "I mean he fucked well enough but he didn't want my milk and didn't like eating pussy... Shit, I sucked his cock all the time and swallowed his cum but he couldn't reciprocate? What the fuck kinda relationship is that?"
I could tell that Phillip was both stunned and turned on by all of this. I put my hand on his thigh.
"Promise me that you won't treat your woman like that Baby, please?"
"N-never Mom!"
"Oh good, You are such a good boy. Now if I could just solve my orgasm problem, aw fuck!"
"What?"
"How am I supposed to go buy a dildo when everyone knows me?" I said. "I can order it online but there is no way in hell I am paying for overnight shipping! That means another week before I can..."
"Mom..." Phillip ventured, "I have a question."
"What's that sweetie?"
"Well, you're needing help and I wanna help you but... well, it's wrong for me to... but I really wanna help but..."
