Squirting for Her Son

It was early Saturday morning. I grabbed my small hamper full of dirty clothes and carried them down to the basement to toss in the washing machine, only to find that my mother had beaten me by a few moments.

"I had no idea you'd be up so early on a weekend," she said as she shoved her bed sheet in the washing machine.

"I'm going to the gym later and I forgot to do my laundry," I replied.

"Oh. Well, this won't be too long."

"No worries. Are you washing your sheets again? Didn't you wash them a few days ago?"

Her eyebrows raised a little. "I did, but I was sweating all night because of the hot weather. Believe me, the last thing I want to do is lay on fabric filled with perspiration."

I couldn't put my finger on it, but my mother seemed to be unusually evasive and dodgy for such a simple question.

"No problem. I'll come back in 45 minutes."

***

When I headed back upstairs, I couldn't help but notice something in my mother's bedroom. It stood straight up on the counter next to her bed, and it was shiny and silver. My curiosity got the better of me and I went inside her room to see that it was a vibrator on full display.

My mind raced with lewd thoughts as I picked up her sex toy to examine, which looked like it hadn't been cleaned yet from a recent use. It was still wet and glistening.

Finding out that my conservative mother owned something like this was both shocking and (strangely) erotic at the same time. She's obviously human and has her needs like everyone else, but this was something I never imagined her owning, considering how modest a person she is.

"You obviously aren't supposed to see that," my mother said behind me.

I turned to face my mother standing by the door with a humiliated look on her face. She had seemingly accepted this embarrassment.

She added, "It's my fault for not putting it away. I didn't think you would be awake at this hour."

"Oh... sorry... I... "

I realized that I was still holding her vibrator, and when I turned around to put it back on the table, I noticed a giant wet spot in the middle of her bed.

She shook her head in disbelief. "You weren't supposed to see that either. God this is humiliating."

My mother squirts. There's no other way to explain all of this; the washed bedsheet, the wet vibrator, and now the wet spot on the bed. Judging by the size of the wet stain, she can squirt a lot. It was like something out of a fetish porn clip on the internet.

Sure, lots of women leave wet stains. Both of our eyes glanced at the bed again, seeing the impressive scope. That much? My own mother?

What was I supposed to say?

"It's okay, lots of women do that," I replied, trying to make her feel better.

"Great, this is exactly what I need right now. You giving me reassurances about my body."

"I don't want you to feel embarrassed."

She pursed her lips. "Thanks, I suppose. Now if you can do me a favor, please forget you saw this. And don't mention it again. I'm sure you're disgusted."

"Actually, not really."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not disgusted at all."

"I appreciate that," she replied thoughtfully. "Even though you don't mean it."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because of the way you looked at my bed."

For some reason, I felt a strong desire to comfort my mother in her moment of self-loathing over her beautiful bodily functions. The best way was the truth.

"Honestly, I think it's hot."

Her eyes widened in surprise of my candor. My mother's defensive mode was in full effect as she sharpened her gaze.

"I really don't know what's gotten into you this morning," she said. "First you pick up my vibrator, now this? Just because you saw something personal of mine doesn't give you the right to make whatever inappropriate comment you want towards me."

"I wasn't trying to offend you. I was trying to make you feel better because of how embarrassed you look. I really do think it's hot."

She squinted her eyes, analyzing my comments to see if they were genuine or not. She even used her 'mom-radar' too. It's something that's never failed her.

Her maternal instincts gave her a clear answer, and she let her guard down and almost looked apologetic over her accusations.

She smiled. "Well it's good to know that there are still some men out there who actually appreciate my talent. Some of the men I've dated had run for hills when they first encountered it."

"That's too bad. Seriously, I think it's an amazing attribute that more people should enjoy watching."

"Are you referring to yourself?" she said with a skeptical look on her face. "That you should watch me?"

I was shocked. "What!? No. That's not what I meant."

"So you don't want to see me do it?"

There was almost a playful look on her face and I had no idea how to deal with it. I wondered what she planned and what her purpose was.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I'm just curious. You sound like you've seen this before. An ex-girlfriend perhaps?"

"No, none of my ex's could do that."

"Then porn?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

I blushed. "Yeah, I guess."

"Do you watch a lot of porn?"

"Okay, this is getting weird."

"Imagine how I feel. But fair is fair. You touched my vibrator and saw the stain on my bed. The least you could do is answer a simple question. Do you watch porn where women squirt?"

"I... I've seen it online. Sure. There's not many women who can leave a stain like that, though."

"No, there isn't."

"Why do you ask?"

"I wanted to know if you actually think squirting is hot, or if you were just trying to make me feel better."

"I meant it."

She gave me a long, hard stare. It was accompanied with a long pause as she deliberated with herself.

"Do you want to watch?" she finally asked.

"Watch what?"

"Do you want to watch me squirt? It's been a while since I've entertained anyone with my talent, and it might as well be you, since the secret is already out."

It was a total shock. By the look on her face, and the tone in her voice, she was completely serious about this.

"Really?"

"Yes, really," she replied.

"But why?"

She took a moment to calculate her words. "Maybe this is a flimsy reason, but why not? We live together and I don't want this awkwardness to linger. We might as well get this out of your system, right?"

My mom reached under her nightgown to pull her panties down to her ankles before kicking it away. She then grabbed the chair in front of her desk and pulled it to face the bottom of the bed.

"I have two conditions," she said. "One is that you never tell anyone about this- ever."

"Of course not. I would never do that to you."

"Good. The other condition is that you drop your pants as well. I refuse to be the only one exposed here. It's even this way. And you can pleasure yourself if you want. I don't mind."

I suddenly tensed. "Are... are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. You don't have to get completely naked. Just having your bottom off will do."

"You're sure?" I asked again.

She took an even firmer stance. "Do you want me to squirt or not? If you want to see it, then it would help me a great deal to have some visual stimulation. Even from you. You're a handsome guy and I'm sure you have a nice package."

"So I've been told."

"Well? Let's see it. Then I'll squirt for you. Fair is fair."

I pushed away my inhibitions and pulled my shorts and underwear off. Her eyes immediately roamed around my growing erection, which she hadn't seen in a very, very, long time, and I sat down on the chair as instructed.

"Very nice," she said, nodding, then getting to work.

She grabbed a nearby towel which she unfolded and spread across her bed. She then lifted her gown, exposing her bare thighs and her neatly trimmed pubic hairs to me, before sitting on top of the towel with her upper back pressed against the wall with her pillow behind her. Her knees were up and her legs were spread wide open, giving me an intimate look at her vagina from where I sat.

"What's the matter?" she asked, noting my expression. "Do you find your own mother attractive all of a sudden?"

"Umm... sorry about that."

"I'm only teasing. Here we go."

She started off by rubbing her fingers up and down her brown labia. Each time she rubbed herself, I was able to see a little bit more of her pink insides. And the more she would rub, the wetter she became. Her fingers, labia, and pubic hairs all started to glisten with traces of her clear fluids.

My erection became harder as she reached over to pick up the vibrator on her countertop. She turned it on and the room filled with the buzzing sound. She brought it down to her crotch, and the moment she pressed it against her clitoris, her legs twitched and her mouth slightly opened, and her eyes widened. Soft and subtle groans exited her mouth.

She spread her legs further, opening her vagina wider. From that position, I was also treated to the sight of my mother's tiny brown anus, but my attention immediately found its way back to her pussy as she pressed the vibrator against the pink inside of her flesh. She pushed the toy in to her opening, causing her lower back to arch in the process. Once her canal had adjusted to the vibrating object, she slowly used it in-and-out of her body.

I stroked myself. I couldn't believe that I was jerking off to the graphic and surreal sight of my mother pleasuring herself with a sex toy. It took every ounce of my own strength not to jerk off furiously and cum right away. I did it slowly. I didn't want to finish too soon. I wanted to watch my mother squirt first, so I savored the moment.

By the look on her face, she loved watching me. Her eyes focused on my cock as she masturbated.

After several tense minutes of being in mom's private little world, her toes started to curl and her feet clenched tightly. Her mouth opened wider and loud moans escaped her lips. She closed her eyes and her legs quivered. She was cumming.

A sudden rush of fluids gushed out of her vagina and onto the towel below her. She let out a scream of pleasure as more streams of clear fluids shot from her body, this time spraying far enough to wet the carpet, nearly touching my leg. Her body thrashed violently on the bed as her hand holding the vibrator continued its work.

Once it was over, she took the toy out of her body, leaving behind an empty hole which was still gushing like a small water fountain, slowly dying down with every little squirt. The shivering in her legs faded as well, and the look on her face became calm.

I furiously stroked my cock after I had seen my mother cum. She watched me intensely. My throbbing cock erupted with a huge orgasm of its own, shooting load after load of cum straight into the air and onto my body and floor. It was easily one of the best orgasms of my life thanks to my mother.

She then used a side of the towel to dry her crotch before getting out of bed and walked towards me. If what we did wasn't taboo enough, she put her finger at the tip of my now flaccid penis and wiped across my shaft, collecting my sperm before putting it on her tongue.

"You taste good," she said, savoring my cum in her mouth. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to shower."

With that said, she turned around and walked to her bathroom while I sat and watched her round ass jiggle as her legs moved.

***

That evening. My mother called me down for dinner. She had recently come home after spending the afternoon with her friend. Her back was facing towards me as she prepared the plates in the kitchen, and so I walked behind her and gave her a big hug, cupping her breasts in my hands.

"I've missed you," I playfully whispered in her ear, before kissing it.

"Oh, stop it," she said as she jokingly slapped my hand. "I'm your mother. Not your girlfriend. Okay?"

I gave her another kiss. "I know, but I've thought about you all day."

She picked up the plates and put them on the dining table, smiling. "Believe me, I've thought about you all day too. Come on, let's eat."

I did as she asked and sat across from her. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can."

"Why did you let me watch you earlier? I mean, I obviously loved it and I'm really glad I got to see it, but there's got to be more to the story."

She smiled. "Maybe I like having someone watch me. Someone who appreciates what I can do down there. It's a deal breaker for a lot of men because they think it's abnormal, or that I'm peeing everywhere."

"Yeah, most guys don't know how to appreciate a woman who squirts. But for me, seeing it for the first time and so up close was special. That's something I'll never forget."

"I'm glad. Trust me, I'll never forget that either. There are certain barriers that should always exist between mothers and sons, and

that

was definitely one of them."

"I understand. I'm sorry if that part upset you."

"Who says I didn't like it?" she replied with a naughty grin.

"Oh... I'm glad you had fun then."

"I absolutely had fun," she said. "A few hours ago I masturbated and had a messy orgasm for my son's viewing pleasure. You know, men aren't the only ones with incest fantasies."

Hearing my mother say that sent a tingle down my spin and got my blood flowing.

"God, you have no idea how bad my hormones are raging right now. Is there any chance I could see it again tonight? Mom, I'm begging you."

She reached over and playfully patted my leg. "You realize a normal human being, right? I'm not Wonder Woman. Squirting twice in a day has drained me. But if I'm in the mood tomorrow, who's to say that we can't try new things?"

"Is that a deal?"

"Only if you wash the dishes," she winked. "Then I'll think of other fun things we can do with my special talent."

***

I felt a pushing on my chest as I laid in bed.

"Wake up..." I heard my mother say as she pulled my curtains open to let the sun's bright rays into my room.

"Jeez mom, it's 7 am," I groaned after checking the clock.

"I know. But I thought we'd go some place for a hike, followed by a nice picnic lunch. And if no one is around, I figured we could, you know, have some outdoor fun. Only if you're interested."

I immediately became alert and jumped out of bed. "Why didn't you say so?! I'll be ready in 10 minutes."

"That's the spirit," she smiled. "At this point, I'm fully charged and ready to deliver a show."

The drive was nearly an hour and we hiked in a beautiful forest. We didn't talk about anything sex related, but it was in the back of our minds. With no one else around, our privacy helped keep the mood light.

My mother and I had our picnic on an open field of grass. I prepared everything and she actually changed her clothes before we ate, hiding behind some trees to do it. She didn't let me watch her undress, sadly, but when she was ready, she was barefoot and was wearing a yellow sundress. It made her look even more desirable than she already was.

We had a nice casual conversation under the sun, but of course, my mind was on other things...

"So what does it feel like?" I asked.

"I'm assuming you're talking about my orgasms."

I nodded.

She paused for a moment, as if to think of a detailed and personal answer.

"Intense," she said. "Squirting feels intense. It feels like I'm ready to burst down there, but in an extremely pleasurable way- a pleasure that takes over my entire body. And when I reach my climax and those fluids squirt out of me, there's just nothing like it."

"I love how you described it like that. It's so erotic listening to you explain this. Can you tell me more? How often do you use your vibrator? Do you squirt every time?"

She smiled, "Your curiosity towards me is so adorable. If you must know, since I've been single these past few months, I've been masturbating with my toy frequently. A few times a week, at least. I usually do it in the bathtub so I don't have to clean anything up, but it's not as comfortable as doing it on my bed. And I can only squirt if I'm aroused enough."

"That's amazing. And to think, I've lived with a woman like you my whole life and I never had a chance to appreciate your talent until yesterday."

"Like I said, I'm your mother and you're my son, and there needs to be boundaries between us. I mean, if anyone ever found out about this; family, my friends, the people I work with... I would be absolutely ruined..."

"No one will ever know," I reassured her. "I'm glad you showed me."

"Would it bother you if I had wanted to do that for a while? That I enjoyed showing you? That maybe, just maybe, I was secretly hoping you'd eventually discover my talents?"

I nearly gasped. "It wouldn't bother me at all. But I'd be really surprised."

"It's

not

a normal fantasy for a woman to have, but it always made me squirt. I often imagined you watching me, just like what we did yesterday. I never thought it would actually happen though. What can I say? I've always had taboo desires."

"Does that mean... Umm..."

"Go ahead. Say it. I want to hear it."

"Can I see more?"

"Do you want to touch also?"

I cautiously nodded. "If you're okay with that, I would. I can help make you feel good more often. You know, since we live together and we're both single, it'll be convenient."

"That seems too far reaching," she said, before thinking to herself. "But you do have an excellent point. We live together and this would be convenient. I'll think of my squirting as... let's say... a medical necessity. You can be my private doctor. Would you like that?"

"I'd love that, mom."

She tensed a little. "It feels so dirty hearing you call me 'mom' in this sexual context."

"Oh, sorry. Should I stop?"

"No," she said with an eyebrow raised. "Say it again."

"I'd love for us to go further,

mom

. I'd love to be your private doctor for your medical necessities, okay

mom

? No one is around, so now is a great time to start."

Each time I called her 'mom,' I made a strong emphasis on that word and she responded physically. It was so obvious that she had become aroused.

She paused for a moment, and without saying a word, she got on her knees and wrapped her fingers around the bottom of her sundress. In a swift and graceful motion, she flung the dress over her head to reveal her nakedness to me.

My eyes took in her bare body as fast as I could. Her skin was fair and smooth. She was voluptuous with womanly curves around her hips and waist. And I noticed that her crotch was now cleanly shaven. She had clearly been preparing for this moment between us.

But what excited me more than anything was seeing her large breasts for the very first time. They hung straight down and sagged just the right amount and were oval shaped on the bottom. I especially loved seeing the contrast between her milky skin and dark brown nipples and areolas. Her areolas must have been around two-inches wide and her nipples were the largest I've ever seen.

"Do you promise that no one will ever find out?" she asked with a mischievous grin.

"Mom, you're the woman of my dreams. No one will ever find out."

She smiled. "Thank you. Shall I squirt for you now?"

"By all means, please do."

"Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my vibrator with me. I cum hardest when I'm being penetrated."

There was a suggestive tone in her voice. Her facial expression was also alluding to something. I knew right away what she meant.

I got on my knees and pulled my shorts down to expose my cock to her, which was semi-erect at that point.

"That'll do," she said with a wry smile. "Now take everything off."

I stood and got naked for my mother, sending my clothes straight to a pile where her dress was.

She held my hands and looked me in the eyes. Her hands moved to my body and she rubbed my cock. We were completely and utterly vulnerable out in the open like that, naked. Anyone passing by could have seen us. Neither of us cared though.