“Toby”, I asked, “why are you in the bathtub? I don’t think you’ve taken a bath since you were ten.”
He was now sixteen and it appeared Staying at Home during the COVID-19 outbreak was driving him crazy. He was using the water jets in the tub, possibly the main extravagance in our house. In any case, he was just lying there, naked.
“Thought I’d try it,” he said. “The water jets. It gets kind of boring, you know, mom? Just being home?”
This was a fair amount of conversation for Toby. I was reminded of him when he was little… literally taking up a fraction of the tub space he now required. Those were the days… although he’s still cute, with a few freckles on his face and shoulders that are a little broader than they used to be.
“I know, honey. What are you thinking about, all alone in the tub?” I asked, hoping to draw him out.
“Well, sex, I guess. Like always. And lunch. And baseball. And girls.”
I hadn’t been expecting him to be thinking about science or math, I guess. Without really considering what I was saying, I asked, “Do you want me to soap you up?”
His head came up and he said, “Sure, mom.”
I got the soap and knelt down next to the tub, just then realizing that maybe this wasn’t the best idea I’d ever had. It was more of a throwback to when he was ten. I mean, we’d made love and masturbated together in the past few weeks, but still… I didn’t have regular sex with Toby and was pretty sure that I shouldn’t, although the thought had crossed my mind more often since we were stuck at home. It could have been a sign of cabin fever.
I put the soap in the water and began to rub his chest. His cock immediately began to get hard. I could either quit now or, well, something would happen. I shrugged and kept washing his shoulders and chest.
“You’re, uh, getting sort of hard, honey,” I said. “Maybe I should stop?”
“No, mom, it just does that.”
Well, that made sense, actually. Toby wasn’t making his cock hard, he wasn’t touching it or obviously thinking about sex, it was doing it by itself. Wait, that couldn’t be right, could it? I thought about my own body, my eyes, say, which moved pretty much by themselves.
“You aren’t telling it to get hard?” I asked. “You know, thinking about, well, sex? Sexy things?” I was amazed that I was asking my son this after not asking any of the men I’d been with. I guess I didn’t do anything in particular to make my cunt wet. It must be the same sort of thing.
“No, mom, it just… gets hard. Lots of times every day.”
I let my hand slide down his chest, down his tummy, and touched his cock. It twitched. I wrapped my hand around it near the end and began to stroke it ever so slowly. Toby closed his eyes, a smile on his face. I was both watching his smile and looking at what I was doing. I kept my hand slippery with soap and water. My hand went nearly to the end of his cock, then back down to his balls. And back.
I had to soap up often as the tub water removed the soap from my hand, so I opened the drain and let the water go down to where it just touched his balls. Much better. I cupped his balls with one hand and continued to stroke with the other, still very slowly. His breathing got faster. I lightly rubbed the underside of the end of his cock. His breathing quickened and I felt his balls tighten… I squeezed his shaft near the top between my thumb and forefinger, not hard, but enough that his breathing slowed and his shoulders came back down. A little cum spurted an inch out of his dick and several drops leaked from the end.
“Why’d you stop, mom?” he asked.
“Just wait a second, honey,” I said, rubbing his balls. “Just wait.”
Maybe fifteen seconds later his cock had become halfway soft. I leaned over the tub, rinsed the soap off his cock and took it into my mouth. Toby’s dick got hard almost instantly, which made me smile, which made me stop smiling when I realized my teeth had grazed him.
I bobbed my head up and down on the top half of his cock. The lower half I stroked with my right hand. I tasted his cum, which was basically just salty, and I smelled soap. I licked the end of his dick. I took his cock to the top of my throat, then backed away. I did this several times, stroking his shaft, sucking, stroking… and he came hard.
A burst of cum shot into my mouth and down my throat, I think… anyway, I choked on it. As I pulled his cock from my mouth, a second spurt splashed my face as I coughed. A third stream didn’t quite touch my chin and fell back onto my hand and his tummy. More cum dribbled out the end of his dick.
“Oh, wow,” he muttered.
“Yeah,” I said, “wow.”
I washed my face with some of the tub water, kissed him on the forehead, and left the bathroom. I’d forgotten why I went in there in the first place. I walked quickly to my room, closed the door and sat at the laptop. I logged into Lushstories.
I’m still pretty new here, but I’ve got a couple friends I can talk to, one guy and one woman. The guy was online and I poked him. We started a chat seconds later.
We got past the pleasantries and I simply asked, “I gave Toby a blow job a few minutes ago. Tell me that wasn’t a bad thing.”
“That wasn’t a bad thing.”
“You know what I mean,” I wrote, maybe a little angry. “My son. Blow job. Really?”
“Well, like I think I’ve told you before, I wish I’d had sex with my mom. That she’d given me a blow job. Let me fuck her.”
“You’ve told me,” I wrote, “but you haven’t really told me. You want to have had sex with your mother. What would you have actually done?”
“Well, let’s see. I would have walked up behind her while she was doing the dishes, and dad was traveling on business, and put my arms around her and kissed her on the neck. She would have sagged back into me, then stopped when she realized it was me and not dad. She would have turned to face me, shocked, and demanded to know what I was doing.”
“OK… “
“I would have told her that I loved her and thought she was beautiful, which she really was. She would have been about 37, I think, with blonde hair and perfect breasts. A good figure. She would have been just casually dressed, a blouse and shorts let’s say, so I could see her legs. Mom had great legs. And, back then, a pretty nice ass. Did I already say perfect breasts?”
“She sounds like quite the MILF… “
“She was. Still is, to some extent. Anyway, I’d have put a hand on her breast and she’d look at it and lean forward a little, encouraging me. I’d put my other hand on her other breast. I’d open her blouse, one button at a time, and she’d ease it off. I’d reach around and unfasten her bra and gasp when I’d see her breasts. They are perfectly shaped, like pears but larger, with fairly small nipples like yours, Lauren. I’d lean down and lick a nipple, then suck on it, and mom would lead me to her bedroom.”
“I’ve taken off my blouse and bra here,” I wrote, “in keeping with your story.”
“I’d take off my clothes,” he typed, “both here for real and in what I’m writing, and stand naked at the computer and by her bed. I’m really hard. She has gotten naked, too. I climb on top of her, ready to fuck her, but she pushes me down so my head is at her breast level and I suck a nipple some more. I lick her tummy and I put my head between her legs. Lick her clit. Her ‘clitty’, she called it. I’m licking her clitty and I put two fingers inside her. Finger fuck her. My mom. God, I’m hard here. I’m stroking my cock, when I’m not typing.”
“I’m naked here, too, and wet, playing with a nipple… “
“I’m licking her clitty, fingering her. And she cums. Her hips raise up and I press my tongue against her. My two fingers are curled inside her. She moans really loudly and shakes, then falls back on the bed.”
“I’m touching my cunt… “
“I climbed up and put my stiff cock at the opening of her pussy. Her cunt. I pushed myself inside her. It felt so good! Mom was so wet. Her cunt so smooth and tight, it wrapped my cock in warmth and squeezed. I should have lasted longer, but I just couldn’t. I came so hard! I gushed cum into her cunt, a fountain. God, cumming inside my mom.“
He paused for a half a minute, then typed, “I’m so close here, so close, I’m cumming!”
Another half minute went by.
“Wow, Lauren, that was great!”
“I really didn’t do anything, Mike.”
“You were there, at least, and that’s the main thing.”
“Right at the end,” I typed, “you changed to the past tense and, well, it was like you were remembering. And when you first wrote, ‘clitty.’ Did it really happen, Mike? Did you really fuck your mother?”
Another short pause and, “Well, yeah, not the way I described it, but yeah. I really had sex with my mom.”
“And while that was all very pleasant, I enjoyed what you wrote… what about the blow job I gave Toby? That can’t be right, can it? None of this is right.” I was getting agitated. “What you did with your mom wasn’t right… Right?”
“Well… truth be told, my mother gave me blow jobs. More than one. More than five. And it didn’t mess me up at all, I don’t think. I really enjoyed them. I almost never came in her mouth. She would keep stroking my cock, but take her mouth away just as I came. Jacking me off on myself. I never really came on her face, although I remember some got on her chin once or twice.”
“Toby didn’t cum in my mouth, Mike. Maybe a little.” I thought for a second. “Well, yes, he did cum in my mouth…”
“Whatever. It’s all good, Lauren. I’d keep it up, if I were you. If I were Toby.”
We went on a little longer and I disconnected from Lush. I sat naked, a little horny from what Mike had typed (Mike isn’t his real name) and a little less uncertain about giving Toby blow jobs. Mike made them sound like happy memories.
I got a vibrator from my night stand and climbed into bed. Putting the vibe between my legs, right on my clit, I turned it on. Immediately, I was shocked into being fully aroused, something that usually happens quite gradually. I just held it on my clit (clitty?) and closed my eyes.
I had thoughts about: Mike and his mom together, naked, him fucking her, his ass pumping between her legs… then Mike was replaced by Toby eating out Mike’s mom’s cunt, his tongue on her clitty, licking, slurping… Mike’s mom giving Toby a blow job, her head bobbing on his cock, him coming in her mouth… Mike’s mom masturbating, her boobs and legs looking a lot like mine, her hand on her cunt, fingering herself, two fingers, three fingers, god, she was masturbating like crazy… and my vibe was humming along here… Toby masturbating, stroking his hard cock in the bathtub until he cums, blasting cum on his chest, then masturbating some more, his cock still hard, rubbing his cock, stroking it, his hand near the end of it and shooting cum again… and I came then, too. It was just pleasant, not a screeching or electrifying orgasm, but really, really nice.
I had gone from being a perfectly normal mother to… this. All because of COVID-19 making us stay at home, I think. Before that, I had thought about sex with Toby, but I never came close to doing anything about it. I was just fantasizing. Now it’s completely different. He doesn’t think twice about being naked in front of me. I totally think twice about being naked in front of him, although it does happen. And I see how he looks at my body… hardly ever my face, now that I think about it, always looking at my boobs and my legs and my ass and my cunt. But that’s normal, right?
Right?
