She chuckled. “Don’t be greedy, dear. I will do it and I’ll stop when you cum. No second rounds.”
“Don’t you think it could be construed as…incest?”
“Not really. It’s just jerking off. It’s not like I’m blowing you or having sex with you. Besides, it’s my duty to help you go through difficult times.”
“Okay, I get it,” I realised my dick was hardening. “Can we start now?”
“Alright,” she sat next to me and pulled the sheets down. My cock sprung up unexpectedly. She chuckled.
“You have a big dick, son,” she touched the shaft and started running her fingers along it.
I let out a soft moan.
She begun moving her fingers up and down along the shaft. My dick twitched noticing foreign hands on it.
“I never thought I’d say this,” I muttered. “But you’re good at this.”
She continued stroking and then she spit on my dick and used her saliva as lube. She jerked it faster and harder.
I moaned loudly. She spat more saliva until the whole dick was wet.
I gazed into her eyes. She smiled at me wickedly. I was on the edge.
“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.” I shouted feeling embarrassed by how loud I was. Or was it how much I was enjoying it.
She spoke softly almost seductively. “Just cum for me, sweetie. Let go. Cum for mommy. Don’t hold back.”
I cried out as long spurts of cum shot out at rapid speed quickly coating her face and hair. Some went into her mouth. She continued milking my cock as I twitched and spasmed from the intense pleasure.
I was surprised she didn’t run away from my cum or hesitate to finish me off.
“That was intense, mom.” I said lowering my breath.
She stood up all covered with cum built up over the last few days.
“Wow that was a lot of cum. I’m surprised Sheila isn’t pregnant yet.”
“Oh c’mon, mom,” I said feeling a bit embarrassed.
“What? It’s just a joke.” She laughed and said, “I better go clean up.”
Later in the day, we went to the doctor. I found out I was ahead of schedule on my recovery. Things were going good for me.
Two days later, I woke up with a raging boner. Hard as a rock.
I needed release badly. I walked into the bathroom in only my boxer shorts and a vest. I was disgusted with myself. I couldn’t take care of myself. Even a shower in the tab was a problem. I just sat there in the tab until mom walked in.
“Any trouble, sweetie?” She said.
Today, she was clad in a pink bath robe. I couldn’t help thinking she was totally naked underneath.
“I can’t seem to focus.”
“Oohh!” She interrupted, her eyes darting to my bulge. “Is it because you’re hard again?”
“Not really.”
“It’s okay. Mom can help you get rid of it. You just have to ask.”
Before I could say any more, her hands were pulling down my shorts. She knelt outside the tab and started jerking me off. I was at full hardness in seconds. She used her saliva to wet my dick. Her hands were moving up and down quicker.
“There is no need to shy away from asking me for help. I understand you have needs. And it’s my duty to fulfil those needs.” She spat more saliva and continued, “I’m only doing this until your hand heals or your girlfriend comes over. It’s not a big deal so don’t think much about it.”
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