So I heard mom starting to masturbating. I texted her “keep it down please. I really do need to sleep.”
The text back wasn’t surprising, “when you pay the bills you can complain. Earphones.”
A couple of weeks past, dad called and said he had to stay another few weeks in Singapore.
Most afternoons Mom would come home fascinated by her mother-son patients. Within a few weeks time they’d convinced her, the sex therapist, that their mutual relationship was healthy.
“Alright mom, I’m done. Let’s talk about something else.”
“Ooh ok. When’s the last time you masturbated?”
(She always did this. Turned it on me so she could keep me engaged in her conversation.)
“Fine. Keep going about your mother-humping clients.”
She continued. It really did fascinate her. Apparently she was starting to see the taboo nature of it all erotic.
“I’ve masturbated to some excellent stories. Got me off faster than the guy on guy stuff I used to watch.”
“Mom! Please! For the love of God I’m going to have to see a sex therapist if you keep going.”
“Well. Sorry you can’t express yourself like I can,” she said.
“Mom. You are reading and watching stuff about sons and their mother’s having sex then telling me, your son about your, experiments.”
“Yeah. Your probably right, it is weird. Taboo in the greatest sense,” she said as she walked past me. She put her hands on my shoulder and started to massage me. “So when dad and I let you visit one of my surrogates when you turned 18, which one did you use?”
“Melanie,” I said closing my eyes
letting her thumbs dig into my shoulder muscle.
“Melanie? The older one. Interesting why?”
“She was the one I was attracted to.”
“I see,” she said, “what do you two do?”
“I didn’t go all the way. We kissed. Petted. That’s about it. Felt weird getting the “ok” to sleep with one of my mother’s hired helpers.”
“Did you get to see her breasts?”
“Yes,” I said, I could feel my groin getting a little tight in my jeans thinking about it.
“What did you do to her breasts honey?” Mom’s voice sounded lower.
“I uh…I put my mouth on them and suckled,” I said, now my manhood was fully erect.
“Good baby. Your mother likes to hear that.” She started reaching down my chest, I surprisingly didn’t mind one bit. The farther down my chest she got the more I could feel her breasts on the back of my neck. I could feel her breath on my hair.
“She’s your mom dude,” I kept saying to myself, trying to snap myself out of it. I looked back behind the couch and I found mom now bare chested with nothing but red lace panties on.
“Honey, it’s ok if you don’t want to do this,” she said, “but mommy wants to if you are comfortable.”
At this point I wanted to. My penis was bulging, I thought I might come right then and there.
“Ok,” I said sheepishly, “I’m a little nervous.” I could feel my body shaking.
“That’s perfectly normal honey. I am too. It means we’re excited. Our body’s are trying to get us to mate by flooding our body with nervous energy. It’s more fun if we can prolong this feeling.”
Mom really was an expert. I didn’t know what this feeling was but I did know I didn’t want it to go away.