Mother Son Viral Bonding

Jason Winters fumbled for his key. Between his book bag and the mail, he had his hands full, so he awkwardly juggled his stuff until he had a hand free to pick the key out of his wallet. He opened the door and called out that he was home. Yes he still lived with his mom, but it wasn’t like he was making the big bucks right out of college. It made more sense not to waste money just so that he could live alone; he’d rather start saving up for a house.

“Hey Jason, I’ll be right out.” His mothers voice rang out from her bedroom down the hall. He set his bag down on the kitchen table and rooted around in the kitchen for a snack. It was still relatively early in the afternoon -- he had just finished classes, and it was too early to start cooking dinner. He was thinking of making a nice pasta dish tonight. Nothing too complex, maybe some chicken alfredo. Jason wasn’t the best cook in the world, but the mere fact that he did elevated him above most of his gender he figured. A plus in the column for date-ability. The living with his mom part was a big minus though, so it more or less evened out.

He picked out a bag of chips and walked over to the living room to turn on the television. But before he could, his mother walked in front of him.

“Do you like?”

His brain misfired. He had suffered a stroke. That was the surest explanation for why his mom was dressed in a fetish version of a French maid, and why she was parading herself in front of him asking if he liked it.

“Well? Mommy’s quite fetching, don’t you think?” She pressed her rather sizable boobs together as if to emphasize the point. Jason wasn’t blind. He knew his mother was a looker. She was only single because she was happy like that. He had, in his younger days, had a thought or two about her that bordered on the indecent. But this was something else. God, was she coming onto him?

“Are, are you okay?”

“Oh honey I’m more than okay. But I’ve been such a bad mommy, making you do all the chores around here; I should be the one cooking for you. Now why don’t you relax and let mommy take care of you for once.” She leaned forward, waving her pendulous breasts in front of his face. He was so distracted that he didn’t notice her hand snaking its way lower, until like a serpent, it struck and grasped his increasingly hard dick through his pants.

“Mom!” He jerked back. “What the hell are you doing!”

“Taking care of you, like I said.” She had the gall to look hurt by his refusal. “I’m yours. I’m your MILF. That’s what the kids are saying nowadays right? That I’m a mother you’d like to fuck.”

“Are you insane? This is like illegal.” He got up and tried to get away, but his mom followed him.

She looked confused. “Why would it be illegal? I’m your mother, so I’m your MILF sex **** maid.” A spark of recognition flashed across her face. “Oh, you probably haven’t watched the instructional video. That’s right, I was going to show you it. Be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

She strode briskly out to her bedroom. Jason meanwhile stood there dumbfounded. What had just happened. A video? Was she getting some porn vid or something? He knew his parents were people just like him, that they had their own desires and fetishes, even though he didn’t like to think of them like that (or his Dad at all since he left Mom), but it was one thing to know in the abstract and the other to be confronted with it this directly.

“Mom?” He called out.

“Just a moment dear.” She answered back. Then, true to her word, she returned right away with a laptop in her arms.

She set it on the table in front of him. The screen had a video website, though he didn’t recognize the domain or layout. It looked like one of those offshoots that were only popular because they hosted videos the main vid sites banned. “Don’t worry dear, this will explain everything.” She full-screened the video and hit play.

The black screen turned into a spiral. It spun across the void. Was this what was supposed to explain everything. It just looked like a cheap loading spinner. He looked into it, trying to figure out what his mother wanted him to see. He kept looking. He kept looking. He kept looking.

He stopped.

“There. Now do you understand?” His mother asked patiently.

The gears in Jason’s brain snapped back into motion. “Of course. As a son, it’s my duty to use my sex **** MILF maid mother in any way I want. And what I want is a titjob. You’ve been teasing me with those funbags my whole life; it’s time you put them to their proper use.”

His mother squealed in happiness at being able to fulfill her purpose. She immediately tore open her tits from her maid outfit and let them drop free. Jason, for his part, dropped his pants and briefs and laid back on the couch, sticking his cock straight up in the air.

“Oh your cock looks so hard, Master-Son. Is that all because of me? Teehee.” She tittered.

Jason grunted. “Yeah, so be a good maid and start cleaning it with your perverse tits.”

“Of course, Master-Son.” She dropped her breasts on his cock and started squeezing them along the shaft, up and down, massaging it into her titmeat. “Oh it’s so warm. It feels so good against my breasts. Does it feel good for you, Master-Son?”

“Yeah, your tits are so soft, ****-Mom. It’s like they were made for my cock to fuck.” He reached up and tugged on her nipples, which elicited a pleasing sounding cry of pleasure from his ****.

“I’m so glad you understand now, Master-Son. I was worried you had gotten infected, but it seems like you’re back to normal. And since you watched that video, you know how to tell if someone’s been infected or not.”

“Yeah. Pretty damn scary, but don’t bring me down when I’m fucking your tits. I’ve a better use for you mouth anyways. Open wide.”

She obeyed, opening so wide Jason could see her tonsils. He grunted, and with a particularly vicious tug of her nipples and the attached breasts along his shaft, he came right into her mouth, spraying directly inside.

His mother gagged on the sudden flow of liquid, but quickly found her resolve and managed to pool the semen inside her mouth instead of coughing it back out or swallowing it. When he was done cumming, she made sure to stick out her tongue and show her son how white it was, coated in his paint. Then and only then did she stick it back and swallow the full load in big gulp after gulp.

“Delicious.” She smacked her lips. “Your cum is so delicious, Master-Son. Now, why don’t we go clean up together in the shower? I’ve seen your search history, so I know you’ve always wanted to fuck some busty bitch like myself from behind while taking a shower.”

Jason was shocked for a brief second before he realized it didn’t matter if his mother saw his porn habits. In fact, it was good that she knew what he liked. And yes, a shower did sound great. He said as much to her and she tittered before heading out to the bathroom. He joined her shortly after, but first he exited the fullscreen of the video. Hmm. Fifty million views. This was a pretty popular video apparently. He wondered if his friends needed to be warned about the virus too. He’d show it to them after work tomorrow.