She Raised Me Right

I didn't exactly grow up in the most normal family. Still, it doesn't explain what happened.

My mother hooked up with a gang banger when she was eighteen. That's how I came along. She told me he got arrested and never saw him again. Didn't bother tracking him down. Wasn't totally sure his real name. Night Hawk is all she knew him by.

To make money she became a dancer. You know what kind. For $300 to $600 a night the money was great, paid the rent, kept food on the table.

She always has done the best she could for me. But my friends all knew what she did. I got used to the names after a while. They didn't know her heart. I did. So they could call her a whore or slut or ho or pole dancer, which she was actually. But she never brought a guy home. She told me at the club the men there weren't allowed to touch her.

She wanted the opposite life for me. No gangs. No drugs. Stay in school. Her rules were simple enough. If I kept out of trouble anything would be possible.

So I focused on staying in school and keeping away from the trouble makers. The problem was, everyone else looked for trouble and couldn't care less about school. I didn't make many friends. It was easier just to be shy and keep to myself. As I got closer to graduating high school, more and more kids dropped out. Girls were getting pregnant. Kids vaped in the bathrooms. I tried to ignore it, but they guys with girlfriends seemed to be kings of the world. Prom came and went. Football games came and went. I went to the gym by myself, kept myself in shape. But all the girls ignored me. Senior year I started my own business customizing sneakers, and kept it up after graduating. My mom was the only family member I had, the only one that came to my graduation, the one person I've always been able to lean on and trust. In the photo outside the school it's just me and her.

The whole summer after graduating I worked on my little business while trying to figure out what to do with my life. My mom had just turned 37 and I got the vibe she was looking for a career change herself. She went to the gym religiously herself, and always ate right. But she must have been on the older end of the women working in the club. She told me one time they wouldn't work anyone over 40.

Then one day in the summer I sold some sparkly sneakers to a girl who turned out to be an OnlyFans model. She offered to give me access to her site for a discount on the sneakers. I had never paid for anything like that before although I had seen plenty of free porn on the internet--but never anything like her. Her body just, just turned on me like crazy.

That night my mom had off of work. Before she went to bed she stuck her head in the door to wish me goodnight, which I should have expected honestly, but instead I had forgot to lock the door or anything, so when she looked in my room she saw me lying in bed with my dick in my hand. As soon as I saw her I dropped my phone and tried to grab a pillow or anything to cover myself. But she saw what she saw. To my surprise she didn't freak out on me.

"Well I was going to wish you a good night, but it looks like you're having one already!" She shut the door behind her and sat on the edge of my bed.

"Masturbation is normal, it's ok. You don't have to be ashamed of anything. Plus I know you don't have a girlfriend to help you." She always knew what to say. And it was true. I had never had a girlfriend. All the girls I thought were hot went out with the worst boys and totally ignored me.

"I'm sorry you had to see that Mom, I was just looking at..."

"I have a pretty good idea what you were looking at, son" she laughed it off. But then she looked back at me, and saw my cock still hard. I didn't want it to be. I really didn't want it to be. She must have seen me flustered. "It's nothing you need to hide around me. I gave birth to you after all. I know what you look like. That girl you were looking at, one of your customers?"

How did she know? "Yes" I admitted.

"I see. Does she live close by?" she wondered.

"Sadly no, she's in California." We lived in Florida.

"That's a shame. If she were here she could help you with your problem right now." She chuckled, looking at my hard cock. "Unless you would let me." She sighed, looking away.

"Let you?" I didn't understand. "What do you mean?"

"Your whole life I've kept you out of trouble, away from the bad kids. But now you're grown and I don't know, maybe I should have let you have more fun. I know you're still a virgin. You've never even had a girl to give you head before, have you?"

We both knew the answer. A cold hard no.

"Would you let me? You know, to make it up to you?" I think she batted her eyes at me. I hadn't even noticed the robe she was wearing until now. Normally she wore sweats around the house.

"Mom, that's crazy, you shouldn't... I shouldn't... we shouldn't..." I felt like there was no way this should happen.

"I feel like we should, I should, and maybe you'll like it. If not, I'll stop, ok?" She put a hand on my leg to calm me while I thought about it.

I had just seen my OnlyFans model giving head to her boyfriend. I did want to know what that felt like. So I agreed. "Um, ok, if you really want to I'll let you."

"You're a grown man now, son. You deserve to be treated like the man of the house you are." She planted a kiss on my cheek like she had so many times before, but then took my hard cock between those same lips. I moaned at the instant sensation of the warmth of her mouth, then she took it out of her mouth and licked up and down the length of my shaft, just like I had seen my OnlyFans model do. I moaned again and my mother and I locked eyes. "You like that, don't you?"

"Um, yesss, yes I do" I had to admit.

"You want me to keep going, don't you?" she wondered, with the same look our dog gives me when she's hungry, that pitiful look of desire that I can never say no to.

"Yes, mom, I do..."

"Good. You deserve this. And I love the way you taste." She whispered to me before taking my cock back into her mouth, bobbing up and down on it, her saliva coating it. I moaned louder, feeling my cock throbbing even harder. How many men had wanted her to do this to them, and yet they could never touch her? Now in my own bed she gave me the most intense pleasure of my life. After a minute she had to come up for air, gasping for breath, leaving my wet cock standing straight up from my body. "I'm getting hot" she muttered before pulling her robe untied and tossing it off to the side.

To my stunned disbelief she had no bra on underneath it, just thin lacy panties. She must have just taken a shower. She smelled like the perfume of her body wash. I had only seen her naked around the house by accident before, from a distance. But now I beheld her true beauty, just before she took me in her mouth again, I saw those same full breasts that had nursed me, that so many men had surely admired, their perfectly round shape and size, and her toned abs leading to her delicately thin waist and curvaceous hips.

My head started spinning as she engulfed me in her mouth once more, slowly bobbing up down on my throbbing cock, her lips sliding down my shaft until I felt my tip finally meeting the back of her throat. She stayed down on me and I felt her tongue caressing me in her mouth before she pulled her head up once more, and then back down.

Over and over she bobbed up and down as I moaned in my bed, my body shaking from the raw intensity of what we were doing, well mostly of what she was doing for me.

She must have felt me shaking because she grabbed my legs in her hands to steady me, before she picked up speed. She must have sensed she was overstimulating me, that I couldn't take this much longer. She released me from her mouth and kissed around the base of my throbbing shaft, and then slid her hand up my leg until her fingertips reached my testicles. She fondled me gently, massaging my scrotum, tugging ever so gently at my balls before she wrapped her lips around the right one, sucking it gently before moving over to the left, swapping them back and forth in her mouth making me moan and shake with forbidden pleasure.

Eventually she released my testicles and licked up the length of my shaft before taking me in her mouth like a popsicle in the hot summer. She moved her head up and down slowly at first but gradually built up speed, until after several minutes she moved her head with the speed of a machine, finally so fast that it would make a woodpecker jealous, as I panted and moaned and writhed in my own bed.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" I cried out, sensing I couldn't take this much longer, wondering whether she would stop or not. I ran my fingers through her soft long hair as she sucked on me and I moaned louder and louder until I guess my basest instincts took over. I had to release. I had to. I just had to. Part of me wanted her to stop. Part of me wanted her to never stop, like this should go on forever. But my balls that she had just spend so long sucking on now literally ached and my whole body trembled as I reached my absolute limit.

I remember holding her head down in my hands and my whole body spasming, lifting my hips off the bed as my first real orgasm thundered over me. The rush of semen through my shaft felt like a fire hose blasting, draining the pent up pressure like a flooded river held behind a dam that had just burst. In wave after wave my semen rocketed out my shaft and into her mouth, or rather, straight down her throat, until I literally collapsed back into my mattress and I let go of her head.

I expected her to immediately come up for air and probably slap me across my face for using her like that. But she stayed down on me and caressed my bare legs in her hands. I felt her throat tightening as she swallowed. I felt her sucking the very last drops of my semen directly out of my tip. I felt her tongue once again on my shaft as she bobbed up and down a few more times, or maybe it was a few more minutes.

Eventually she released my drained cock out of her mouth, leaving it lying back on my chest before giving my tip one last tender kiss.

I could barely regain my breath. I'm sure my pulse was racing. She sat up in bed and looked at me, licking her lips. "Well, did you like it?" she wanted to know. I looked at her toned body, nearly naked before me once again. I couldn't believe what she had just done for me. "Well?" she demanded.

"Yes, yes, I mean oh my God I've never felt anything like that before." I managed to stammer.

"Well I'm always here for you, son. If you ever want me to do that again for you, all you have to do is ask ok? You don't have to look at those strangers online when I'm right here for you. Goodnight honey." She planted another soft wet kiss on my cheek before climbing out of my bed and slipping back into her robe. She turned off the light on the way out, surely knowing I was exhausted.

*****

What a crazy night. My testicles literally felt sore the next morning. We didn't talk about it. Well, until the next night she had off. Then the scene repeated itself. Then the next week again. All summer, each night she had off she would spend with me. Just her touch always made me hard and she always swallowed every drop I released into her mouth. It felt so satisfying to release, to have her suck it out of me, to give us both what we wanted. She told me how hard it was for her to go so long without a man's touch, and how she didn't want me to be deprived of a good woman in my life. Gradually I built up my stamina, until I could last more than a few minutes. Sometimes if she was really tired we would fall asleep together and sleep in. Once in a while she would give me head again in the morning.

One such morning she woke up first. I woke up to the sensation of her gently stroking my cock. Once she could tell my eyes were open, she asked me "Do you ever want more?"

"I always love it when you give me head, Mom. It's so special."

"That's not what I mean. I mean more than that." She sighed.

"I don't understand." I had barely even woken up yet. "How much more is there?"

"My body, my needs, it's more than just the way I give you head, son. If you want to, if you want me to, we could take this to the next level."

"Oh" I whispered. There was only higher level I could think of. "Do you want to feel me inside you?"

"Well technically you've been inside me before, Son. My womb made you. You really do belong in there in some way, always." She made a good case.

"You don't have to stay a virgin any longer." She looked right into my eyes as she said it. I didn't want to be a virgin any longer, either, but still...

"I, I don't know I mean couldn't you get pregnant maybe?" We absolutely couldn't let that happen.

"No, son, I got my tubes tied after I had you, after I started working in the clubs. You were the only family I needed." She caressed my cheek with her soft hand, looking loving at me. "You can put your seed in there and nothing will happen. But do you want to?"

Did I want to put my seed in her? It seemed like a privilege. A privilege only ever held by one other man, my deadbeat father. Had she waited all these years just for me now to fill that role? To fill her body?

"It, it would be my honor, my honor to give my virginity back to you..." I must have blushed.

"Mmm, I'm glad you feel that way. I woke up wanting you inside me." I watched as she slid her panties down her smooth legs. I had never seen her pussy before. For a brief moment I admired it, like an exquisite painting, so perfect, her tender labia glistening in the morning light, her narrow little entrance, that somehow had birthed me eighteen years ago, now beckoned to me. She kept herself perfectly smooth, just like the rest of her body, pure perfection. She kissed my cheek again and then climbed on top of me. She grabbed my now rigid cock in one hand, then slowly eased herself down. At first I didn't feel anything but she winced and let out a soft coo and I felt her body accept me in. First she tensed before gently relaxing. Then I felt the heat of her body surrounding my throbbing cock, her wetness as her body let me slide into her, back between her soft and tender labia, sliding up into her pussy inch by inch until the entire length of my eight inch shaft throbbed inside her.

I held on to her hips as she squeezed herself on me, exercising muscles she must not have used in so long. She closed her eyes as she ground herself on me, moving her hips side to side, then rocking back and forth. I just held on, holding her pressed up against me, my fingertips pressing into her bare round ass.

She rubbed herself on me until finally she arched her back and let out a long moan. I felt her whole body tensing, her legs shaking beside mine in my bed. She had used me to get the orgasm her body must have craved for so long. Finally she opened her eyes and started riding me, sliding her wet pussy up and down my cock.

"You feel so good inside me, honey! You feel so good deep, right where you belong!" She moaned. I let go of her hips and reached up to steady her large breasts now swinging on her chest above me. Instinctively I squeezed them in my hands. She leaned down as she rode me, so her big soft breasts smothered my face. Instantly I started sucking on each large nipple as I must have as a baby. She bounced herself on me faster and faster, fucking me like an animal dominating me, her conquest. This must have been exactly how she fucked my father the night I was conceived, the night he released his seed into her fertile body to make me, their only son.

Now it was my turn. I started thrusting up into her, our bodies meeting in the air, crashing together in forbidden raw passion. We both started shaking. We both knew what was about to happen. We both needed to cum. We both needed to finish consummating this ultimate level of our new sexual relationship. But I wasn't satisfied with her just dominating me. For once in my life, I needed to dominate her.

I grabbed her body and rolled us over. I looked into her eyes and I saw the lust, the same lust she must have seen in mine. Instinctively she spread her legs wide for me, bending her knees and welcoming me to take her.

"Fuck me, son, fuck me!" she cried. I willingly obliged. All the stamina I had built up over the past several months now came into use as I thrust myself into her with all the force and strength I could muster, rocking the bed beneath us, pounding her beautiful fit body that had literally made me just eighteen years ago. Almost in a rage I crashed into her faster and faster and faster, moaning and grunting with every thrust, sweating from the shear physical exertion. She must have felt my anger rising in me with the increasing violence that I unleashed upon her body.

"Oh my God yes! Fuck me harder! HARDER YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" She begged me and cried until I finally felt her convulsing beneath me, her second orgasm now more intense and more sustained than the first. It was all too much for me to experience, too intense, my biological urges now undeniable and unstoppable.

"CUM INSIDE ME!" She practically yelled. "Give it to me, please!" I felt her fingernails scratching my back just as my heavy swollen testicles both violently crashed against her body one last time. With one final thrust I drove my cock as hard and as deep and as far into my mother as I possibly could. I felt my tip impacting hard muscle, what must be her cervix. That instant my own orgasm crashed over me, so much more intensely than any time I had cum in her mouth. Like an uncontrollable fountain I began erupting inside her, splashing against the entrance to her womb with my cum, in hot stream after hot stream, so near her ovaries, in the place my life literally began. I felt her smooth legs wrap around me as we melted together as one, our bodies now forever joined in sexual union. I summoned the strength to thrust a few more times to make the last intense streams of semen rocket out of me into her. Then I collapsed into my mother's arms, my cock still throbbing inside her, millions of my sperm released into her.

Nothing had ever felt so satisfying or complete, or dominant, or successful as to ejaculate deep inside a woman who loved me.

For several more minutes we lay together, tangled in bliss, having finally satisfied our deepest urges, ignoring the world outside, enraptured in the bond we had just formed. Eventually I felt my cock starting to soften and it was time to pull out of her, slowly, gently. She rolled back on top of me as I rubbed her round beautiful ass in my hands once more. She planted another soft wet kiss on my cheek. "I've raised you right, son. You're such an amazing lover. If I hadn't had my tubes tied you might have impregnated me, just like your father did. I love you, son. You know how to treat a woman now. But I think it's time I find you a young lover your own age to experience your love."

The next week she set me up on a date with one of the newest dancers at her club.

To be continued...