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.'
'Mom. I had no idea. I thought I was some kind of freak, imagining the things I do.'
'I've told you mine, how about I hear some of your's. Only if you want to that is.'
'This is going to sound odd but in my fantasies, I'm a man who owns slave girls and makes women do things, which would normally disgust me.'
I added a little more wood to our fire and again sat beside my mother.
'That's creepy, that our fantasies mirror each others like that.' Mom said.
Feeling a new found confidence I asked her to tell me more about her slave fantasies.
'God, where to begin. Usually there are other slaves, men and women. Our owner treats us like cattle, he makes the strongest male slaves impregnate the females as if we were pedigree cows. When I'm serviced like that there will be a crowd of people watching. Sometimes I'm being sold at an auction, standing naked in front of hundreds of people as buyers manhandle me like I'm a piece of merchandise.'
As I listened to mom's secret desires I felt myself harden, before long I was harder than I've ever been in my life.
'Paul, do you still want to cum on my face? Doing something that... dirty, is the kind of thing I'd do when I imagine I'm a prostitute.'
Not giving it a second thought, I stood up and told mom to kneel in front of me. As soon as she had I undid my jeans to let my prick spring free. I let mom look at it for a few seconds before telling her to close her eyes. Less than ten seconds later I shot a stream of hot sperm onto her upturned face. I'm sure I heard her moan but she didn't open her eyes or move as I fastened my jeans and sat back against the log. I looked at her kneeling in the firelight with my cum still glistening on her face and realised she was waiting for me to release her. I told her to clean her face and sit again. Mom wiped her face with a tissue before she moved to sit back beside me.
It was maybe ten minutes or so before she spoke. For my part I was struggling to get my head around what had just happened. In a relatively short space of time I had experienced possibly the lowest and highest points in my life.
'Do you know Paul, in all of my quiet life that has to be the dirtiest thing I have every done.'
I started to think that she was regretting what had happened, when she went on to say. 'You're the only person I've ever been able to talk to about my fantasies and what just happened...'
I waited for her carry on, when she didn't I asked why she hadn't told dad.
'Your dad, and he won't thank me for saying this so don't you ever let on that I've said it, doesn't have a very high sex drive. For him sex is more like a chore than a pleasure and I think I've always known he wouldn't understand, so I never told him'
'Wow. So all this time you've been bottling up your desires as well!'
'It sure looks that way, a classic case of, physician heal thy self! So how was it for you, to coin another phrase?'
'Mom, you have no idea! Hearing you telling me about your secrets and the way you knelt in front of me... there are no words.'
'Oh Paul, you have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that.'
I got up to find some more wood and wondered if we should head for home. As I got back to the fire she was talking to dad on her phone. She told him where we were and how dark it was. I think he gave her the idea of staying put until the morning because she said how good an idea that was and the fire would keep us warm.
