Mom helps injured son take care of his sexual needs

Dad burst out into laughter. “It’s cool. But try to do it in your room next time.”

I noticed Mom’s robe still at my feet but obstracted from Dad’s view by the table between us. I used my leg to surreptitiously push it under the table. My heart was pumping vigorously. My dick was still somehow hard. No way was I going to hide it anywhere.

A few hours later, we had some quality family time and talked and laughed over dinner. We all retired to bed by 10pm. As I struggled around my bed for sleep, I felt something moving under the blanket.

I looked to my side. Mom was sneaking into my bed. “What are you doing here? I thought you said we can’t do anything with Dad around.” said I.

Mom shooshed me, her finger on her lips. “Be quiet. I’m here to finish what we started.”

“But it’s risky with dad around-”

She grabbed my cock under the blanket. “Are you sure about that, son?”

I shook my head and succumbed to the pleasure.

She pulled the covers away from my body and got between my legs. Within no time, she was deepthroating my cock. I gasped and sucked in air. She kept my dick in her mouth the whole time. I yelled out and warned her I was cumming. She sucked every inch of my dick as I shot my cum down her throat. She swallowed every drop and let my dick drop with an audible pop.

“Wow, Mom, that was magical.” I said, panting.

She laughed and moved up my body to kiss me goodnight. Instead, she gave me a full mouth kiss. We kissed for a moment. I could feel the intimacy in that kiss.

When the kiss broke, she whispered good night to me and quickly found her way out. I had a good night sleep that day.

The next morning, the doctor said I could start rehabilitation. In a month, I’d be able to use my hand properly.

During this period, Mom hardly gave me the daily blowjobs. Dad was around the house all the time. It was getting difficult to be stealthy.

A week later on a cold night, I was desperate and decided to try using my hand since it was healing. I poured lotion onto the dick and started masturbating. Mom walked in on me. She was surprised to see me with my dick in my hands. I explained and she made me promise not to do it until the next morning when she would have time to blow me. I reluctantly agreed.

That night, I listened through the walls as Dad fucked her brains out. She didn’t try to hide the screams. She was screaming and moaning at the top of her voice. I had a feeling she was doing it to make me hornier and to torment me.

The next morning, I woke up to Mom sucking my hard dick. She was between my legs with one hand cupping my balls and her mouth moving gracefully on my dick.

I let out a scream in shock. But there was no denying I was hard as hell.

She pulled off my dick, smiling. “Good morning, son.” Mom said, before diving back on my dick.

“Good morning, mom,” I replied between moans.

She was sucking my dick with a ferocity that took me closer and closer to my orgasm. I moaned softly, afraid Dad might hear me. I knew he was a late sleeper but there was a chance he could catch us red handed.