Talk to your Mom

"Yeah, I'm fine I guess. I had a really surreal dream, and now I just feel strange."

"Oh honey," she says, putting down the laundry basket, and walking over to me, and sitting down on the edge of my bed. "Do you feel sick? Here, let me check your temperature" she says, setting her hand on my forehead.

As she does this, I can't help but look at her body. She's a ridiculously attractive woman, and you really notice it when she's wearing a robe that hugs to her body, showing off all the curves. The biggest curve is definitely her tits, as the bulge out so much that I truly question if I can even say that her robe fits her. As I grew up, and all the boys started hitting puberty, mom was definitely mentioned, much to my chagrin. However, all the boys lusting over my mom definitely made me pay attention to her, and before I knew it, I was also thinking about her sexually. Even now, at 45, she still looked incredible, and there's not a single straight man who wouldn't agree with that.

God, I wish I could play with her titties.

"Well, you don't feel too warm, the same as usual," mom says, making me pay attention to her, instead of her chest. "I don't think there's anything physically wrong with you, but would you like to play with mommies titties? That might make you feel all better!"

My brain instantly shuts down, and I just pause to reboot it. Surely my mother did not just say what I think she just said.

"I'm sorry mom, what was that?" I ask as casually as I can, worrying that maybe that dream was a result of my mind decaying.

"I just thought you might want to play with your mommies titties a bit. Whenever your dad feels kind of weird, playing with my titties livens him right up!"

I should be glad my jaw didn't fall right off my head. My mother just offered to let me play with her titties. Her perfect rack. I didn't even think the word "titties" was in my mothers vocabulary, but then again, she is an English professor, she's bound to know a lot of words. Granted, I don't think Shakespeare ever said titties, but the man was definitely a bit of a degenerate. I'm rambling a bit here.

"I'm sorry, are you making a joke right now mom? Letting me play... well, it's kind of an odd suggestion."

"Oh baby, I want to make sure you're ok. And if fondling my breasts will help you, then I'll do it. Besides, it isn't that odd, you are my son after all, and I love you."

"Alright," I say cautiously, "if you don't mind, then I guess I will." I slowly reach out, watching my mothers face the entire time, waiting for her to tell me off, about how I could accept when it was clearly a joke, and how I'm a pervert for even thinking of accepting. And then I grabbed onto her breast, and all I saw was the loving look only a mother could make.

I looked down, and saw my hand sinking into her left breast, and so I started massaging her. And she still didn't stop me. So I lifted my other hand, and started massaging her other breast, and she just smiled at me. When I realized that this was not a joke, I stopped paying attention to her face, and just focused on what I was doing. I rubbed her breasts, kneaded them, squeezed and pulled on them, and I savored every single second, feeling like a man who had escaped prison, and any second now, the police would pick me up and send me back. I was going to enjoy for as long as I could.

"Honey..." I hear her say, at which point my heart drops, and I feel like I'm about to die. "Wouldn't you rather play with them without the robe covering them?" she asked, as casually as someone could.

I carefully grabbed her robe, and peeled it off, revealing her tits below. Seeing her bare breasts, I knew that I had to go for it. I jammed my head inbetween them, and started massaging her again. She smelled so good, and I felt like I was in the most comfortable spot known to man. I backed up, looked at her nipples, and started pinching the left one, while I massaged her left breast.

"Oohh." I looked up, and realized that my mom had just moaned, because I was pinching her nipple. The blood instantly flowed to my dick, and I felt it get harder than I had ever been in my life.

Fuck, I wish she would rub my dick

Suddenly, I saw her reach out her hand, and watched her place it right on top of where my dick was under the cover. She then started running her hands up and down, along the length of my cock, quickly leading me to my orgasm. As I felt her hand, I went back and put my mouth on her tits, suckling on her nipple. I sucked on the left one while kneading the right one. Then went and sucked on the right one, and kneading the left one.

"There we go baby. Does that feel good? Is my big, strapping young man going to cum from his mommies hand? You're making mommy feel so good by sucking on her nipple."

That was all I needed to hear, and let out the best orgasm of my life. Even under the covers, I came so much that it went through, soaking her hand slightly. And she never stopped rubbing while I was cumming, making sure to milk every drop of cum from my dick.

"That's it baby, just cum for mommy." I finished cumming, and she raised her hand, slightly sticky from the cum that had made it through my bedsheet.

"Boy, you sure had a lot in there huh?" she said, standing up, covering herself up with her robe, walking back to the laundry basket, and picking it up. "I hope you feel better now, and since I'm gonna do laundry, I can just grab your sheets now, since you got them so dirty." She spoke so normally, as if she was just doing laundry, and hadn't just jerked off her sons cock and let him suck on her nipples.

"Uh... sure mom, just give me a second." I got up, gave her my underwear soaked in cum, and got dressed while she grabbed my sheets. Then, she walked out of the room, as if nothing had just happened. I just stood there, in the middle of the room, trying to fully wrap my head around what had just happened. Had my mother really just jerked me off while I was elbow deep in her titties? Fuck, I gotta pee, I thought, making my way to the bathroom.