Chapter 2:

I woke up no less confused the next day. It was Friday, and as a senior in high school, I had to get moving early. It wasn’t until I began to go through my normal routine that the reality of what had happened began to hit me. My mother had given me a handjob. The thought of it alone was enough to make my head feel hot. I pulled my clothes on and glanced out into the hallway, feeling a little mortified at the prospect of having to face her again on my way to the bathroom. I was embarrassed and ashamed, but not because of her. She was gorgeous, one of the most physically stunning women in the neighborhood. I remembered what I told her about my friends, the thing they would say, and realized that I had just done one of those very things. I was embarrassed because of something deeper than that. My very first s****l experience had finally happened, and it had been with my smoking hot, bombshell of a mother. It was hard to know whether I should be happy or filled with regret. I wouldn’t be able to brag to anyone about this. Hell, my life would be over if I accidentally let it slip to even my closest friends. The food downstairs smelled good. I tried to set my face into a neutral expression as I made my way into the kitchen. My mom was there, of course, along with my dad, who was sitting in his usual spot at the table. I smiled at him and did my best to avoid mom’s eyes. “Good morning, Todd.” He spoke to me but continued reading the newspaper he held in front of him. “Morning, dad,” I said. As I took my spot at the table, I could feel my mom’s eyes burning into me. I couldn’t face her, couldn’t turn my gaze to meet hers. It felt as though if I did, anything could happen. “Good morning, sweetie,” she said, in a light, singsong, motherly voice. “I’m making banana bread for breakfast. It should be out of the oven in just a minute or two.” “Er... that’s great, mom,” I mumbled. “So how did last night go?” asked my dad. The question made my heart skip a beat, and my mouth drop open. I slowly turned towards him, shaking my head back and forth slightly. How could he have known? “You know, the astronomy assignment?” he continued. “I was stuck working late in my cubicle, but I heard that the weather was pretty nice for observations.” “Oh... uh, right.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “It went great, uh, mom helped me pick out some of the planets.” I turned to look at my mom, forgetting myself for a moment. She was wearing a flirty summer dress that her butt threatened to poke out of in back, with a pink apron on over it. Her boobs pushed against the fabric, as though they refused to ever be anything other than the center of attention. “Yeah, I did give him some help, dear,” said mom. “I gave Todd all the help he needed. We were up pretty late, and it was so hard.” She was smiling at me as she spoke, her eyes full of something that I didn’t recognize. I swallowed hard and hoped my dad wouldn’t pick up on it. “That’s great,” he said. “Well, I might be coming home late again tonight, so hopefully you can give him some more help.” I didn’t know whether to be anxious or excited. Mom kept smiling the same way she always smiled, like a sweet, doting mother. I could see something more in it, though, and it made my c**k begin to harden as quickly as if she’d been naked. “Oh yes, I’d love to give him some more help tonight,” said mom. She pulled the banana bread out of the oven, set it on the stove, and then walked over to the table and sat down on the same side as me. My body felt hot, and my heart pounded in my chest. “Uh... mom, I uh...” I wasn’t sure whether what to say, how to keep up with the ruse. It all felt so terribly strange, and along with the intense, forbidden arousal came a heavy guilt. “I’m sure you could use my help again, couldn’t you?” Mom leaned a little closer to me as she spoke, pushing her breasts so that they were against my shoulder. My dad was still reading his morning paper, totally oblivious to what was happening in front of him. “I, I guess...” I stammered. “I’ll give you whatever help you need, sweetie.” Mom’s hand began to run up my thigh, and I almost jumped out of my chair. “I’ll help you all night long.” Her fingers came to a rest on my hard c**k. What the hell was she doing? I shook my head at her, confused and scared of the possibility of dad looking up. She just smiled and began to rub my c**k like it was a genie’s bottle, and she was ready to make a wish. “That’s good, dear,” said dad. “Sorry again for having to work so much. Hopefully, I can make it home a little earlier and help out too.” “Oh, I’m sure Todd won’t mind if it’s just me and him.” Mom had unzipped my jeans and was slowly working my c**k out through the flap of my boxers. “Will you, Todd?” “N-no, of course not, mom.” I was sure that my dad was going to notice. My breathing was heavy, and my thoughts were being pulled into dark, depraved territory. “It will just be your mommy out with you tonight, doing whatever it takes to help you, honey.” Mom still spoke in a conversational tone, but her meaning was like fire in my ears. “I’ll give you all the help you need, and make the assignment fun for you.” She was jerking me off right there at the kitchen table. I couldn’t believe it. The sensation was so intense and so pleasurable, and this time, it made me ache for something more. Her hand was soft and gentle underneath the table, pumping up and down with a motherly touch. I stared over at her. She looked hotter and sexier than I’d ever seen her before, more gorgeous and tempting than any woman that I’d ever seen. A tiny smile adorned her face, and she licked her lips as she began to pump my c**k faster. She was my mom, and she was giving me a handjob right in front of my dad. “Say Todd...” Dad spoke up, and then dropped the newspaper down and looked at me. I froze, and my mom’s hand stopped moving. He couldn’t see what was happening under the table. To him, it just looked like her hand was on my leg, but I was still sure that the look of my face was going to give us away. “Yeah, dad?” I asked, trying to mask the fear in my voice. “How’s your skateboard holding up?” He glanced down at the newspaper and then smiled at me. “Oh...uh...” I felt mom’s hand slowly began to move again. “It’s actually a longboard, dad.” “What’s the difference?” It was so hard to think. I didn’t understand what mom was doing, why she felt so much like torturing me with her touch. But at the same time, it felt phenomenally good, almost like being in on a conspiracy of pleasure. “Well, it’s a lot longer,” I said. “It feels different to ride. It’s a lot harder to ride, too, right mom?” My mother had tried to ride my longboard when I’d first gotten it about a year ago. Remembering the way she had clumsily climbed onto it and wiggled back and forth trying to keep her balance, her butt swaying, and her boobs jiggling, made my c**k ache with desire. “Oh yes, it’s so hard,” said mom. “So very hard. But I want to ride it as soon as I can. Would that be okay, Todd? If your mother went for a ride?” “Yeah, definitely mom,” I said, my breath quickening, along with her hand’s pace. “I want you to ride it as soon as you can. You can ride it tonight, I’ll let you ride it for a long while.” My dad wasn’t listening and lifted the newspaper up again. Mom was jerking faster, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning towards her and grabbing one of her boobs. She pulled my c**k against her leg as she jerked me off even faster, as though she was trying to pull my c**k right into her p***y. “I’ll ride it until I can’t ride anymore,” whispered mom. “You’ll see just how well your mom can ride when she really gets into it.” That was it for me. My c**k began to explode, playing white hot strings of c*m onto my mom’s apron and flooding me with orgasmic pleasure. I moved in my chair, causing it to scrape on the floor slightly. Luckily, my dad didn’t look up from his paper. “Oh, honey, you should get going,” said mom. “You can’t be late, you’re a senior, you have to set a good example.” “Oh, uh, yeah, of course, mom. “ I forced myself to return to reality. Mom had wiped my c**k clean on her apron, and I quickly tucked it away and made myself decent. “I’ll give you some banana bread for the road,” she said. “I’m looking forward to tonight.” I nodded, and intense guilt began to form in the pit of my stomach. Just what the hell was I doing? What were the both of us doing? “Don’t give your mom any trouble, Todd,” said dad. “Remember, she’s the boss. Whatever she says, goes.” I nodded, and then started towards the door. Mom passed me a slice of banana bread as I went by her and gave me a secretive smile. Maybe dad was right. She was my mother, and I had to listen to her. I had to do what she told me, as her son. Even if it meant f*****g her. Even if it meant getting her pregnant. A shiver of anticipation shot through my body. I felt dirty admitting it to myself, but I was looking forward to that night.