Mom's Big Secret

As ‘Mom’ scrubs up my inner thighs, the sponge actually starting to brush my nuts, my eyes return to her big heavy succulent breasts. I sit transfixed, mesmerized at how they squished and jiggled as she moved now puffy and inviting her great big nipples were. “May…I touch you?” I ask.

She giggles and purposely bounces her big breasts for me. “You like Mom’s boobs?”

“Oh yes!” I nod in time to her bouncing boobies. “Oh my yes!”

“Donald! I’m your mother! You can’t say that to your mother!” She chastises playfully, drinking in my rapt attention on her body.

“I just did.” I say. “I might get my mouth washed out with soap but…I am crazy about your tits Mom.”

“Bad boy.”

“Happy boy!”

“Mmm.” She croons curiously. “And what would you do with them if you could touch them?”

“Squeeze’em!” I say. “Slap’em and pinch’em and lick’em and suck’em.”

“Oh my!”

“And bury my face right in’em until I died a happy man.”

“Ha ha!” She exclaims. “Well don’t do that.”

“I can’t think of a better way to go.” I quip. “God I love them. My Mom’s got the best tits the world and I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise.”

“Tough talk.” She titters, clearly adoring my honest admiration of her jugs. “They’re not too saggy?”

“I like’em that way!”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean…they’re not saggy, they’re…” I lick my lips hungrily as I watch them sway. “…perfect. God you’re hot!”

“Mmm, you say the sweetest things.” She then mutters under her breath. “You are way too good at this kid.”

I ignore the muttering, I wanted to stay inside our mother-son fantasy. “May I touch them?” I bat my eyes and pout pitifully. “Pleeeease?”

“Would you stop!” Her washing doesn’t miss a beat but her little smile widens. “Not yet.” She then winks. “Soon.”

“Yes Ma’am!”

“Good boy.” Beneath the suds the sponge slips from her hand and she soon replaces it with my rock hard manhood. Her soft hand lightly grips around my shaft. “Mmm!” She hums in surprise, her face brightening. “Ohh baby, you’re a big boy!”

I blush at her praise. I knew I was no slouch in the size department, it had been a precondition of getting this gig, but I’m not sure I’d describe myself as ‘big’. I let out long breath as she very gently strokes up then down my stiff pole. “You think so?”

Hidden among the bubbles her hand works back up my length, stopping to squeeze here and there. “Bigger than dad, that’s for sure.” She licks her bottom lip as she feels me. “Oh yes, much bigger.”

“I want you so bad.” I hiss as her hand feels its way to my knob.

“Call me Mom.”

“I want you Mom. I am so hard for you. Ohhhh.”

“Oh Donald.” She sighs. “Goooood boy.”

Leaning over the side, tits hanging low enough to touch the bubbles, she finds the sponge with her free hand and starts to clean my taint and balls as her right hand stayed gripped to my dick. The way she stared at me as she washes my junk with a loving hand I could see something troubling her.

“Mom?”

“Yes baby?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Um…nothing.”

“No, something is up…besides mah dick that is.” I thrust up to let my knob poke up from the bubbles.

“Ha ha ha! Would you stop!” She lets out a good honest chuckle at my bad joke. “You are too much. You are such a sweet…beautiful…boy…” In the blink of an eye something changes, I could feel it as the sponge stops dead. “This isn’t how this goes. You’re supposed to be flirty and naughty and…fake. You’re supposed to be fake.”

“Huh? I don’t understand.”

“I think we’re done now.” All at once she pulls her hands away. “We’re done.”

“What!? Wait, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m done, that’s all. Job done.”

“What did I do wrong?” I press.

“Nothing. You didn’t do anything wrong.” She insists.

“Please, don’t stop now.” I plead. “I’ll do better.”

“You were doing fine. If anything, you were too good.” She takes a towel and dries her hands. “It’s not you, it’s me. Don’t worry, I’ll still pay. A nice tip just for you too. You earned it.”

“Mom, please.” I say softly. “I don’t care about the money…I mean…I need it but…please, can’t we keep going? Don’t make me go. Don’t send me away Mom.”

“Jesus Christ, don’t say that.” She shakes her head. “It wasn’t you, okay? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Please? I want to stay just…for a bit longer?”

She looks at me with powerfully conflicting emotions stirring inside of her. Tenderly she strokes my cheek. She wanted me, she wanted me every bit as much as I wanted her, yet she was ending it. I was so confused.

“Mom.” I beg.

“Donald…this is the part where I give you…prostitutes…a handjob.” She whispers. “Maybe a blowjob for the really good boys. And then I send you on your way.”

“But…”

“But, you’re different. You make me…want things that I cannot have. You make me…want you. I can’t handle you Donald. You are silly and sweet and…it’s too real with you.”

“B-but…I…I’m yours. All of me. We can do whatever you want. I want you to…use me…anyway you want. I just want to make you happy Mom.”

“Oh God. Stop. Please stop.” She hisses. “It’s not right…these sick…desires I have. I know they’re not right.”

“I don’t care about that. I desire it too. We’re both adults here, we’re not doing anything wrong. I want you so bad.”

She sighs and shakes her head sadly. “I’m sorry baby.” With a pat to my cheek she is about to stand when I grab her arm and keep her sitting.

“Please…please.” I beseech her with all my soul. Being turned away by somebody I called Mom…I couldn’t bear it, not again. “Please Mom.”

“Oh Jesus kid.” She turns her head. “You are too good. You make me believe it.”

“Then believe it. Give in to the fantasy. That’s why I’m here. Let me…”

“No…not this time.” She says. “Tell Diane I’m done. I’m done.” She takes my hand and squeezes it hard. “And you should be done too Donald. Get out of this life, get out before it ruins you.”

I hadn’t a clue what was happening but before I gave up I had to know more. “First tell me why?”

“Why what?”

“Why only handjobs or blowjobs? Why not sex? Your marriage? Surely he would be just as angry no matter what you did with us.”

She is silent for a time before shaking her head. “No baby. It’s not that. I’m not proud to say it but…I would cheat on him…if I could.”

“Then why?”

“I…I’ve got a secret Donald. A secret only a handful of people on this whole world know about.”

“I’m good at keeping secrets.”

“I barely know you.”

“Who better to tell?”

“I can’t.” Slowly she turns to face me again. “Oh Donald. I miss being a mom. I miss it so bad. It all went by so fast. When I was a mom…I knew who I really was.” Her voice shudders. “My son, he tore a hole out of me when he left for college.”

I gaze into her pained hazel eyes and I let her see my pain in return. “I understand, more than you know. I never really got to be a son. Not like this. My Mom was…a hard woman. Not soft, like you. I feel it, that missing piece. I understand.”

“My poor boy.” She licks her lips and swallows, her finger tips barely touching me as they trace along my shoulder.

“Tell me. Tell me your secret Mom.”

“Be…gentle.” She whispers. With that she sits up straight and reaches down to start untying the cloth belt of her bathrobe. She lets the belt fall lose then, after a moment’s hesitation, pulls the robe apart. Beneath her fluffy soft tummy pooch I see she is wearing a very tight pair of thick black underwear, more boxer-brief like than panties. An odd choice for a woman. As she tentatively parts her luscious legs…I see Mom’s bulging secret lurking beneath the fabric. Stretching the black undies were the two unmistakable humps of a set of huge heavy balls and the long thick outline of a cock that made mine meager by comparison!

In shock I let out a loud gasp. “Wha!?”

On hearing my reaction she slaps her legs back together again and covers her face. “I shouldn’t have shown you! What am I doing? I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! You need to go now!”