1. Mom helps out


    Date: 12/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Boy, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, First Time, Foot or shoe fetish, Incest, Male / Older Female, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Young, Author: Ren Dhark, Rating: 92.5, Source: sexstories.com

    talked, mom's hand was absently stroking my thigh.......... Timmy had gone very quiet, as I softly caressed his leg. I peered down out of the corner of my eye, and saw the very satisfying bulge underneath the towel. I kept stroking - more with my fingertips now - and every few strokes, my hand moved a little further up, until the back of my fingers just touched his balls. "I guess, you have better things to do than listen to your mom go on and on. I'd better leave." I tried to talk, but my mouth was too dry. I swallowed twice and desperately blurted out: "No mom! I really like talking with you. You don't need to go!" For a moment mom didn't move, or say anything. Then she slowly lifted the towel off my pecker. I lay frozen, as she looked down on my erection. She traced along the shaft with one finger, causing my pecker to twitch when she reached the underside of the head. Slowly, she began stroking it, with just her fingers. Suddenly she grabbed the shaft and gave a little squeeze, causing a small flood of pre-cum to ooze out. She lifted my penis with one hand, and caressed the head with the other. When I moaned with pleasure, she covered her hand in my pre-cum and smeared it all over the glans. Three strokes later, I erupted.......... I felt Timmy's penis twitch in my hand, and then he ejaculated. Fascinated, I watched it erupt once - twice - three times, from the tip of his swollen glans, wondering what it would taste like. I squeezed out the last drop and reluctantly ...
    released the still hard member. Mom was looking at the mess, I had made. Quite a bit of it was all over her hand. "I'm so sorry mom! I didn't mean to do it!" She looked at me for the longest time, looked at her gunk-covered hand - got up and left the bedroom without a word. I felt like crying. A moment ago, I had been in heaven. And now I knew mom hated me. I would never feel her soft hands on my pecker again.......... I didn't trust myself to say anything, and so I just left the bedroom. I felt too many conflicting emotions - disgust with myself for molesting my son - disappointment, that he had cum so soon - fear, that he would tell - and a desire to go back and lap up every drop he had spilled.......... For the next four or five weeks, Timmy seemed to be avoiding me. My own emotions had reached rock-bottom. Timmy found his own mother disgusting - Peter surely had enough of my snapping at him by now.........Peter - ohgod - if he ever found out.......... And then I had a revelation. I was standing at the kitchen-sink, peeling potatoes, with the music blaring, wearing only a t-shirt and skimpy panties. I'd let the time run away from me, and didn't realise, school had been out for over half an hour. Looking out into the garden, whilst absently peeling away, I saw Timmy reflected in the glass. He stood in the doorway, and seemed to be squeezing his crotch. And it hit me - if I disgusted him, he would have bolted, as soon as he saw me standing here, half - naked. Instead - he was ...
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