My Mom Uses Me

I laid in bed going over and over in my head what had just happened. It was supposed to be a simple massage. One I had done dozens of times before. Then she changed the script and I massaged her bare skin, slowly undressing her. Then I fingered my Mom and made her cum, then she sucked me until I came in her mouth. I was hard again.

“Dinners ready, Donny!” Mom called from the kitchen. I looked at the clock, I had been lost in my thoughts for over an hour.

Dinner was chicken and rice. The small talk was about work for that day. After dinner I helped Mom clean up the dishes. Then she went to the living room to watch TV; Roseanne or maybe Walker, Texas Ranger. I wasn’t sure what to do, I was always awkward with women, I still am all these years later. So I just went to my room to listen to music and reread some comics I still had in an old shoebox. I was just trying not to think about what happened. But it was the pink elephant; you tell someone not to think of pink elephants and that’s all they can think about then, pink elephants. My pink elephant had a nice round bottom, and nice full breasts, and pretty yellow panties, and a beautiful, plump, hairy pussy. A hairy pussy that squeezed my fingers. And a lovely, hungry mouth that ate me up until their tummy was full.

“I’m going to bed, Donny, don’t stay up too late!” Mom called from the living room. Still being motherly even though I was eighteen now and could make my own decisions on staying up late if I wanted to.

“Goodnight, Mom!” I called back.

“Goodnight!” She echoed.

I turned off my music and listened. After I heard her bedroom door close I pulled out my aching cock and stroked it to fantasies of what happened and what could have happened. I came hard into a tee shirt and tossed it in the laundry basket. I did my own laundry – I’m an adult, yay! – so I didn’t have to worry about Mom seeing my mess. The thoughts still swam through my head so I masturbated a second time before finally falling asleep.

The next day was back to normal, and had me questioning my sanity. Mom went to work, and because of my swing shift I went to work later in the morning, but not before getting yet another release.

When I got home, Mom was on the couch again, reading a romance novel with Fabio on the cover. Country music was playing on the stereo, this time Kenny Rogers. A light sheet covered her from the waist down.

“Donny dear, can you give me another massage?” Mom said with a hopeful smile.

I was experiencing a slight case of deja vu from what happened yesterday, like everything was running on automatic because I had done it before.

“Sure Mom, no problem,” I said, again. “Let me change out of my clothes, I smell like burgers and fries.” Did I always say that to her before giving her a massage?

“Wonderful!” she chirped, then saved her place in her book. I went into my room to change into a fresh tee shirt and sweatpants, after my door was closed I heard her get up off the couch and maneuver into position. It was odd, normally I would give her a massage maybe once a week, but on back-to-back days, never.

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