Mother and son story

I literally threw down my Ps4 controller and was off the bed in no time, noting a slight smirk appear on her mouth as she backed out of the room.

In the kitchen she’d already prepared two cups of coffee, steaming upon the table, and obviously planning on her ‘talk’ before my treatment, she pulled out her chair to sit. I did likewise and there was a moment of uncomfortable silence before we spoke at once.

“…I’m sorry about last…”

“…I couldn’t slee…” She admitted before I smiled and told her to go ahead. “What I was going to say was, I couldn’t sleep last night for worrying,” she finished.

“Worrying. About what?” I asked. “It’s me who fucked up,” I stated, quickly apologizing for swearing.

“What? No,” she seemed incredulous. “You did nothing wrong Honey. I’m concerned about how quickly you, well, how quickly you ejaculated though.”

I was taken aback. “Wait, what?”

“Mhmm,” she nodded, taking a sip of her coffee. “I mean I admit I’ve never been…” She struggled to find the words. “…well I’ve never had someone…release on my face before,” and at this she allowed herself to giggle. “God knows your father always asked me to allow him!”

Now here was a revelation. “Dad wanted to cum on your face?” I boldly questioned and despite how brazen were my words, Mom seemed not to mind, smiling as she nodded, though through a blush.

“Uh huh,” she confirmed, hiding behind her mug. “I was maybe a little prudish.”

“Mom you have to know I didn’t mean to,” I confirmed.

“Oh, I know Darling,” she reached across the table and placed a hand upon mine. “It’s what I’m concerned about. Do you have that issue regularly? I’d hate to think me hitting you has caused a problem.”

This was what she was worried about? Not the fact that I’d cum in the first place but that I’d cum so quickly. Was she serious? Mom giving me her first hand-job. How was I expected to last any longer?

“Um, I don’t know,” I admitted. “I mean last night was just a bit different.”

“Oh, I know, of course,” she took back her hand and cupped her coffee mug before taking another sip. “Well I think my hands are suitably warm, shall we get started?”

“You’re seriously going to put it on me again?” I asked, disbelief overriding reality.

“Well of course Honey,” she smiled. “Can’t expect YOU to do it correctly, can I?”

I was up and around her side of the table before she’d even placed down her mug and she noted my enthusiasm with a chuckle.

“Now let’s get these down,” she said, undoing the draw string of my track pants. My trunks pulled down to my knees with my pants, my flaccid penis came into view and Mom took a moment to peek before she reached for the aloe. Her fingers scooping a decent amount from the container, she turned back to my groin and wasted no time in reaching for my balls.

The cream cold, I felt my testicles retract somewhat as her fingers connected. With her other hand she lifted my cock to fully access my scrotum and it was then I began to swell.

“Oop, here we go again,” she smiled up at me and I thought she’d never appeared so beautiful. Well possibly when her face was streaked with my seed, but still, she looked good. “Hey Mister!” She sounded surprised. “We’re you just looking down my top?”