My Life - S01 E05

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My Life - S01 E05

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 5

Introduction:

The next morning and the rest of the weekend..

The next morning... Saturday

I was just been having the best, and possibly strangest dream of my life. It was a sex dream, which is totally normal at my age. That's good to know since I've had a LOT of sex dreams in my life. But this was the first time it involved my mother.

In it, she showed me her vagina and let me finger her. Then she gave me my first hand job. It was the best orgasm of my life. I sprayed jism everywhere, including on my mom's face. It was incredibly weird, but not as weird as I would've imagined it would be. It was comfortable, and almost calming. While it was very arousing and I came almost as soon as she started, it wasn't some torrid nasty sort of porno where two people just walk up and start going at it. I was nervous and awkward, but she was motherly about it, loving. She wanted to help and do something nice for me. Not just make some guy blow his load.

I was waking up. Laying in bed, sort of awake, but with my eyes still shut, not really wanting to get up yet. The memory of that dream was still lingering, and I could tell that was sporting some major morning wood. I was going to need to take care of that, but first I was going over what I needed to do today in my head... It was Saturday morning, my dad was out of town, and my little sister, Lacy, was staying with a friend for the weekend, and it was just mom and I home... This was all sounding very familiar. And then I felt movement next to me.

My eyes shot open. I was laying on my back, in bed. Only it wasn't my bed, I could immediately tell that was in my parent's room. I looked to my left and saw my mom sitting up on the edge of the bed, with her back to me. She stood up and began to walk around the bed. Quickly I shut my eyes, feigning sleep, buying myself time while I gathered my thoughts. I heard her walk into the master bathroom and close the door.

It was all coming back to me now. I remember everything that

happened, and remember coming into her room and us talking

about what we'd done. I remember her suggesting that she could

continue giving me hand jobs. And then we went to sleep. It all

really happened!

I heard her open the bathroom door. I figured that if she had decided that she regrets what happened then she would've said something when she first saw me in bed. So I decided to go ahead and open my eyes and see where the day takes me

I didn't want her to know that I had been pretending to still be asleep, so I did the whole 'just waking up routine, acting like the sound of the door had been what woke me up. I slowly stretched and opened my eyes.

"Well good morning". She said. She was standing over me looking down and smiling.

"Morning mom". My eyes were still a little fuzzy, as I squinted up at her.

"Did you sleep well"?

"Like a log". I answered, as I removed the blanket and sat up a bit.

"Speaking of a log, there's definitely some wood". My mom said laughingly, as she looked down my body. I had forgotten my boner.

"Oh crap!" I snapped, as I yanked the blanket back over myself. "Sorry, I didn't think about it".

"What are you doing? She asked, with a laugh.

"I.. Um.. I..". It slowly dawned on me that I wasn't really sure why I got embarrassed and covered up. "I dunno. I just didn't mean to..".

"I get it. Yesterday morning you would've done the same thing, and I would've completely understood, but today.. I thought you would be more relaxed around me." She looked upset, and unsure.

"No, you're right. It wasn't you, just got embarrassed. It's just weird to not hide when I have a hard on." I chuckled a little and gave her an 'I'm sorry' smile. "See, I'm not uncomfortable with you seeing me." I pulled away the blanket and pushed my pajama bottoms down to my knees. My dick sprang free and wobbled back and forth. I just stared at my morning erection for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. I slowly looked back up at my mother's face. She was looking at my boner, then to my face. She smiled warmly.

"You didn't have to do that, I wasn't trying to pressure you into exposing yourself to me, that's not what I want. I just thought that it was what YOU wanted. When you were getting into bed last night you were going to do it naked, and this morning you covered up, I guess was just a little confused about what exactly you were comfortable with."

"I'm fine, it was just a reaction. I'm ok with you seeing me naked."

"Ok, good. Because I meant what I said last night about wanting to help you with these." She reached out and gently wrapped her hand around my cock. My mouth opened involuntarily and let out a slight gasp. The feeling of someone else touching my penis was still strange and wonderful. "Want me to take care of him now?"

I didn't look away from her hand and could only manage a slight nod. Even though I now completely remembered the events of last night, it still seemed surreal. She must've seen my nod out of the corner of her eye, because she started stroking me without asking again. She wasn't using lotion or lube or anything, but her hands were smooth, and she was only lightly holding my dick. She was going very slowly, and with her loose grip, I knew wouldn't cum, but it still felt amazing.

She must've read my mind because without stopping or looking to see my facial expression, she answered my concerns. "I'll need to make it slicker before I really get going" she said. "Now when a girl doesn't have a moisturizer, like the lotion I used last night, she can just use her dry hand. Have you ever masturbated without the lotion?" She asked me.

"Ya" I answered without looking up.

"And does it feel as good doing it dry like that?"

"No."

"Exactly. But sometimes the girl giving the hand job may not have anything to use. In these cases it's perfectly normal for her to use her spit."

HER SPIT?! thought to myself. "You mean she actually spits on my penis?"

"Yes" she laughed and smiled. "But it's not so much as she spits on it, as she drips saliva on it...watch."

She learned down and forward a bit, positioning her face about 6 Inches over the tip of my dick. You could see she was alming, as she pursed her lips and let a long shiny string of saliva slide from her mouth and stretch down to the head. She drizzled her spit onto my cock for a couple seconds then cut it off. She stood up straight and released her grip on me to wipe her mouth.

"See, like that" She said. She then used both of her hands and slowly worked her saliva up and down my shaft, particularly working the head. "Then she slides it around, and onto the Palms of her hands" she instructed. "And then she can get to work on making you cum" she said with a little grin.

She gripped the bottom half of my dick with her left hand, and the top half with her right. She began her 'butter-churning' motion, up and down and in alternating rotating motions with each hand. The sensation caused me to take a deep breath.

I just watched her hands working my dick, it was a feeling that I could never accomplish myself, and the orgasm would just as impressive. I expanded my view of the situation, taking in everything that was happening. The visual aspect was equally as arousing, as the physical sensation.

My mother was in her early 30s and wasn't very tall, maybe 5'3". She had a slender build and decent curves that, as her son, I'd never noticed before. But now as I watched her standing at the side of the bed, leaning over my lap, steadily working her hands up

and down my cock, I noticed her attractive features.