Matt had to pry his eyes away from his mother’s breasts just as he did for his lips. They were magnificent, thick, and the source of many, many nights of masturbation for him over the years. In fact, last night, his mom had been walking around downstairs doing laundry in her thin purple sweater she loved to wear around the house. He hated and loved when she wore that shirt. The way the fabric hugged her round breasts, even with a bra on, he could see when her nipples were hard. The top of the four buttons on the sweater had been broken for days now, so, when she handed him his stack of folded laundry, he not only saw her long line of cleavage but the front pudge of her breast exploding from the top of her bra.
He had to hurry to his room before his erection grew larger than he could hide. Tossing the clothes in his computer chair, he hurried over to the trash in the corner of his room with a fistful of tissues and cranked one out while the memory of her breasts was fresh in his memory. But now, only twelve hours later, he lay on his bed in some surreal reality where his mother was naked in the bed beside him, and she had his cock in her palm.
“Here, honey. Lie back. Just like that,” his mom said, cupping the back of his head and easing it to the pillow.
Her palm formed around his shaft and stroked his member up and down. The head of his cock was already a mess from pre-cum leaking while he suckled his mother’s nipples. He felt her hand massage his cock from the base to the head and back down. The wet, sticky sounds of his pre-cum being worked around his meat compliment the breathy pants that escaped his mom’s lips.
“Oh god… you’re such a mess, baby. You’re already oozing. Look at that, honey,” she gasped, her eyes locked on his shaft as it taunted her. He watched his mother lick her lips and bite her lower lip as she squeezed a bit harder at the neck of his cock and made repetitive jerking motions that made him groan.
“Mmm, do you like that, baby? Does mommy’s hand make you feel goood?”
The strokes she made became longer, repetitive, and constant. The motion felt torturously good as she leaned over him.
“That’s it, honey, watch mommy’s breasts… watch them shake with every, single, pump, of your, cock,” his mom giggled. “I bet you never imagined your mother doing this, huh? Never thought you’d hear your mom say, ‘cock.’ Can’t believe how easily she could orgasm in your bed?”
His mother’s hands sped up its pump. The amount of pre-cum now covered his entire shaft and wetted his balls. Her breasts bounced haphazardly with every pump. Her arm nudged their side with each upstroke. Matt watched the thick sphere rise and fall with a weight to them and knew he couldn’t last much longer.
“But what you don’t know…” his mother whispered as she lowered her lips to hover above his lips. Her gold crucifix dangled above his chin. “Is that I saw you last night.”