Jake's mother had just begun rubbing her son's cock through his shorts, which were now tented by his 8 inch member. Jake and his mother locked eyes for a brief moment before Jake winced with pleasure. Breaking the silence with a moan, Jake finally said:
"Don't stop Mom..."
And she didn't stop. Without saying a word she kept running her hand up and down his dick through his shorts. Jake began breathing heavily and moaning lightly. Her hand paced up and down slowly. He moaned still and began bucking his hips and matched his mother's strokes. Her left hand was still placed in her black leggings and she continued massaging her clit.
" Mom, I've been wanting you to do this for so long now..."
She wished he hadn't said that, and so did Jake. In that moment she was filled with regret and almost disgust. She let go of his cock and looked away from him.
"Mom, what's wrong? Why'd you stop?"
"Jake.." She choked, "I shouldn't have done that. No, that's so wrong, what's wrong with me?"
"Hey, don't worry, you don't see me protesting!"
"Aren't you disgusted? I'm your mother. What am I doing?" She said, fighting tears.
" Mom, I want this, don't worry!"
"No, this is wrong. What I did was wrong. Please, please don't tell your father." She begged.
"No, of course I won't. Mom... I really want this. I know it's wrong. It's completely fucked up. That only makes me want it more. Call me a pervert, call me demented, but since I was started liking girls I've wanted you."
Jake reached over and grabbed his mother's wrist and moved it over to his cock again and placed her hand on top of it. She at first moved her hand away, but started rubbing again. And she continued as she had done, but started talking while jerking her son off.
"This is wrong. We're both betraying your father..." she argued.
"And where is he? Mom, dad's a great man, who I respect, but where is he?"
She understood her son's point and kept stroking his pole. She kept reasoning with herself and knew his point was well made. Jake started breathing heavily again. He obviously wanted it, but if his mom kept protesting he would stop. But he also knew he had her on the ropes.
"I'm jerking my son off. I'm a failure as a mother."
"Mom, stop, you're not a failure. You're a great woman, this is your reward. Treat yourself once in a while. It's taboo, forbidden, doesn't that make you excited?" Jake pushed harder now, he had finally gotten to this point and he couldn't let it end.
It did, it did make her excited, she thought. She smiled for a second with glazed over eyes. Jake looked at her and smiled. He grabbed her chin and motioned her head over to him. She was amazed, for a kid who had only been 18 a few days, he was surprisingly mature. She was proud of him.
"You're a good kid. A little perverted, but a good kid."
" A little perverted? My mother is jacking me off-" He was interrupted by his own grunt,"-on the couch. I think we're both a little more than perverted."
"Still," She smiled, quickening her movements.
"Pleasure is a two way street." He said, "I'm here to pleasure you too."
Jack reached down and pulled his shorts down a little. He lifted his bottom and pulled the shorts down to his knees. There was his 7 inch cock, unimpeded by clothing. A testament to pleasure, Jake was proud of his size. And though he'd never so much as had a hand job from a girl, he prepared to go all the way with his mom. Amanda was in amazement at the size of her son's cock. He was at least an inch over his father, and rippled with veins. He was clean shaven and his smooth balls sat at the bottom of his cock, rising slightly up and down with her jerking.
"This feels really good, Mom, thanks. My first hand job." He said proudly
"I'm giving my son his first hand job..." She said aloud. " Wow. How am I doing?"
"Can't really go wrong with-- a handjob." He partway chuckled through a grunt.
"Are you getting close to... um..." She asked trailing off, ashamed to say those words.
"Cumming? Yeah, really close-- Mom! At that moment his cock pulsed and a shot of cum shot upwards then arched down, landing on her hand, followed by another and another and another.
For almost 15 seconds he kept cumming. It was a powerful orgasm that rippled his body with pleasure. He lasted only about 4 minutes, that being his first time being touched by a woman. After all was said and done and his cock was drained of cum, there was quite a mess. Some had landed on his hips, and his shirt, while some had landed on her wrist and her hips. Jake leaned back on the couch and breathed heavily, his heart still racing. He felt spent and took a moment to process what had just happened. His mental checklist was scanned over. He had successfully seduced his own mother. And she was no worse for wear.
Amanda had no idea if this was reality or some dream. She was light headed and couldn't fully grasp what had happened. As far as it seemed, she had simply let go of inhibition and listened to her son's perverse reasoning. Her hand was still holding Jake's limp dick, covered in cum. She sat there staring at it, the white gobs of cum pooling at the top of her fist and trailing down to her wrist. She let go and webs of cum connected her hand to his dick. They snapped away as she brought her hand to her face. The smell was musky, but contained a bit of sweetness. Jake opened his eyes in time to witness what his mom was doing. She let the cum slide and gather on her finger tip. She took the finger into her mouth and began sucking the cum off her finger. When she pulled her finger out it was gleaming, and absent of his cum. She then licked the rest of her hand clean. Jake went nuts. Before this moment , his mom was a simple soccer mom, driving him to school and to the mall. She went to church every Sunday and went to her book club every Thursday. This was something he might have never seen if he hadn't enacted his plan. His mom was lustful and full of deep dark desires. A woman who voluntarily drank the cum of her own son. He smiled at her and grew instantly hard again.
Amanda looked at her son and gave him a worried smile. Then she looked down and saw his cock fully erect.
"Wow, back up already..." She said in amazement.
"Part of being a teenager ." He laughed.
"Jake, listen: what happened was wrong. I don't need to explain why. I gave birth to you, darling. I just need you to understand that it was wrong."
"I know, I know." he chided." So... are we done?"
"Jake..." She began, trying to lead into a let down.
"Mom, we've already crossed the line. The nature of our family has changed now, forever. I don't think we need to feel bad. When dad's here, you're all his, I won't impede. But right here, right now; he's gone, and I don't plan on telling. I say let's go for it."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I want to have sex with you..."
"Jake! Really now!"
"Mom, you just jerked me off, and gave your son his first hand job. What's worse than that?"
She understood his good reasoning once again. She loved her husband and would never sleep with some random man off the streets, but she was strung out, longing for something that wasn't run on batteries. Her son was there, and her son still acknowledged his father as a great man, whom he loved as well. She accepted his offer with reluctance. And she never wanted to forget that what they were doing was wrong, and she'd keep telling herself that and voicing that fact every time she and Jake got intimate.
"Okay. I'm in." She smiled.
