Ever said something you instantly regretted? Sure you have, we all have but usually its something you are able to wriggle out of or explain away. How about asking your mother if you could cum on her face? Well I did and as soon as the words were out of my mouth I knew I'd been a complete idiot. I stammered out an apology as she looked at me open mouthed too shocked to speak.
It was a Friday evening and we'd just about sat down to eat. Dad was away for the weekend on a golf trip so it was just her and me. I'd had this fantasy festering away in my head since I was in secondary school I was in the second year of my A levels now, I'll be nineteen in a few months. Anyway with dad out of the way something must have clicked in my head and I just came out with it.
When I'd run out of reasons to excuse my behaviour, anything but the truth that is, I picked up a coat and beat a hasty retreat, muttering as I left that I'd eat my dinner later. We live about five miles from the nearest shop which is in a village of maybe ten houses. So my options were limited at that point. Sure I could have biked somewhere but that would have meant going back into the house and at that point wild horses wouldn't have dragged me back in there.
So I took a walk, up to the ridge of a hill where I like to sit and watch the sun set, on really clear nights you can just see Cardigan bay which is only ten miles away. Anyway that's where I headed fully intending to spend the night.
I'd been there maybe two hours, the sun had just slipped into the haze, no view of the sea that night, when I heard foot steps which could only mean one thing!
'Hi hun, I thought I might find you here.'
'Mom about earlier, I've no idea why I said what I did, as soon as I heard myself saying the words out loud I realised how stupid they sounded. I really am sorry about it.'
'I know you are and I've come up here to tell you not to fret about it, but first I want you to know I'm not mad at you. Okay?'
'Thanks mom.'
'Do you mind if I join you? It's not much of a sunset is it.'
I told her of course I didn't mind and agreed with her. We sat in silence for a few minutes before she asked,
'So. How long have you wanted to, cum on my face?'
I looked up at her before saying I really didn't want to talk about it.
'No I'm serious, how long?'
'Since I was a kid, if that makes any sense.'
'That's a long time to keep something bottled up.'
We sat in silence for a few minutes before she handed me a lighter and asked if I could get a small fire going. It didn't take me long to find a few sticks and logs to put a fire together, to be honest I was glad of the diversion! Once it was going I sat down again beside my mother, both of us were leaning back on the same log.
'You know that psychology course I took a few years ago?' She asked after I'd been sitting for a few minutes,
I nodded without speaking.
'Well it delved into teenage suicides and the frightening thing was, almost all of the failed suicides admitted to having unresolved sexual desires. Obviously they can never be sure what motivated successful suicides, but it's a fair guess sex or lack of it, was a leading factor.'
Not knowing what to say I continued to sit with my head in my hands looking at my feet.
'I've never told you this, but when I was about your age there was a girl at my school who took her life, most of us figured it was about the lad she'd been seeing, we never really found out any details but I remember the effect it had on her parents. The thing is if anything happened to you, I don't think I could cope. I'm not saying I think you're suicidal, but I know it isn't healthy for a lad your age to bottle up his desires. I also know it's not easy for you to meet some one, living where we do. What I'm trying to say is that if cuming on my face is something you've wanted to do for as long as you have... Paul look at me.'
Reluctantly I raised my head, what she'd just said had left me numb. I looked at my mother as if I was seeing her for the first time.
'Do you still want to do it?'
'Mom at this precise moment I feel like I'll never want to cum again let alone... you know!'
'Well Paul, you know you've jumped two big hurdles this evening'
I could only look at her as I wondered what she meant.
'Admitting to some one you have a secret desire isn't something many of us are ever able to do.'
We sat in silence for a few moments before I asked what the second hurdle was.
'Unwittingly you've admitted you masturbate.' My face grew bright red as what she said sank in. 'All men and most women do it but for most it's something they do in the dark, with the lights off and always lie about it afterwards!' She said with a laugh.
'Arr mom!' Was the response that escaped my lips. But I couldn't help laughing with her.
Again we sat silently watching the fire, it was almost full dark by then. For my part I was digesting what she had been saying. There was a certain level of relief too, part of the reason I'd been so, scared, I suppose, was that she might have told dad what I'd done.
'Paul, do you have any other, desires, that you've bottled up?
'There are some.' I said after a few minutes, 'Most frighten me a little.'
'That's the nature of fantasies, they allow you to do things which mostly couldn't happen in reality. If they were P.C, they just wouldn't stimulate us. Would you like to hear some of mine?'
'Sure.' I said fully expecting her to tell me about an old boy friend.
'I often fantasise that I'm being kept as a slave by a man who uses me as his play thing.'
'Christ mom!' I said.
'In another, I have to work as a prostitute. Often someone is making me do things which in the cold light of day I find repellent.'
