Wylas' Tale: Mother is there to help

Knowing the cause of it, Wylas refused to touch his agonizingly swollen penis. Not while he couldn't get the image of his mother's body, her beautiful face out of his mind. It was wrong. And so he tossed and turned on his mattress in frustration, occasionally humping it before stopping himself. The sun had finally set, and it felt like hours but was probably only about thirty minutes later when he heard his mother's quiet footsteps on the stairs.

"Pleasepleaseplease," He whispered to himself as she neared his door, but what he was begging for he didn't know. Did he want her to knock? To continue what she had started? No, of course not. Right?

There was no knock. The door crept open instead. Wylas closed his eyes, pretending to sleep. His mother didn't go away. She stepped quietly closer, standing by his bed.

She lifted his sheets, and put her hand on Wylas' stomach. The simple feminine touch was electric to his aroused, inexperienced body. He gasped and opened his eyes, looking right at his mother's face. Wordlessly, firmly, she pushed her hand downwards, lower down the muscle of his groin, until her hand rested right above the base of his penis, the tip of one of her fingers just barely brushing it.

Wylas' eyes drifted lower. All the laces in front of his mother's dress were undone, and the opening was spread apart, almost revealing her chest. It moved with each deep breath. Wylas glanced upwards once, looking nervously at his mother's impassive face, and moved his hand, uncovering a single breast. The one that had started all of this. He touched it, tentatively at first, and then more firmly, massaging it. It felt cool under his hand, firm, and magnificent.

"You like that, sweetie? You like touching your mother's flesh? Does it feel good?" Wylas nodded, and moaned. Alisiyah's hand moved, gripping her son's penis, squeezing it, but not pumping it.

"Say it, say it to your mother. Look into her eyes and say it. That you want to do things to her body. To her holes. Nasty things. Tell your mother what you want to do to her." Wylas' mother uncovered her second breast for him. She pumped his cock once. It was almost too much.

"M-Mommy!" Wylas gasped and tried to hump his mother's hand. She took it away.

"Say it. Say it to your mother."

"I... I want your holes, Mother." Her hand returned to his penis, gripping it, encouraging him. "I want to use you, to rut with you like an animal, to lick and... a-ahh... to suck your holes. I want to ride you, to bend you over and p-penetrate you, from behind, again and again," Every masturbatory fantasy Wylas had was coming out of his mouth, directed now at his mother.

Her body shuddered in apparent ecstasy at his words. "That... makes me so happy to hear you say that. You have no idea just how much your mother loves hearing that." Alisiyah's hand drifted down, caressing Wylas' balls lightly, and she leaned over, pressing close, kissing his effeminate, freckled face, sliding her tongue in between his pink lips.

He sat up and began feeling his mother's body, sliding a hand under her dress, lifting it. There were no panties underneath, he had already seen that. Gripping her bare ass, he took her breasts into his mouth, sucking them hard, suckling at her pink nipples. "You're so pretty... I want you so much, Mommy."