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had thought it would. Jack was groping it without her guidance after only a second.
Rebecca ran all of her fingers under Jack’s waistband and then slowly began to pull his boxers down. She had to stretch it all the way to let her son’s cock spring out, and it vibrated back and forth, like a guitar string that she had just plucked.
“Let me know if this is still too weird for you,” she whispered. “I mean, I am your mother.”
Why did she have to say that? This is so wrong!
As her hand closed around Jack’s cock, precum dribbled out of the tip. Rebecca ran her thumb over it, smearing it around the skin of his dick as though she was trying to polish it. The sensation was phenomenal, and Jack’s hips jerked up involuntarily.
“There we go, doesn’t that feel good?” His mother was speaking in the same voice that she had used to comfort him as a kid, the same one that was soft and silky and reserved for things like back massages, and getting his hair washed in the bath, and having her put a band aid on a scraped knee.
I shouldn’t be enjoying this. It’s sick and embarrassing.
Rebecca slowly began to move her hand up and down his shaft, only making light, gentle contact at first. She adjusted her breathing to be in time with each stroke, as though she was turning the hand job into something almost spiritual, a form of meditation.
“Mom…” whispered Jack. “This… this is…”
What am I saying? I’ve never been more ashamed of anything in my entire life. I can’t let it feel good.
“I know.” She pushed her body in closer to him and began to push forward each time she’d pump her hand down his cock. “It’s only natural. And we love each other.”
She’s my mom. I love her, but this goes above and beyond that.
“Just relax,” said Rebecca. “You’re allowed to enjoy this, Jack. I give you permission.”
She tightened her hand around his cock a little, and Jack suddenly found it hard to stay quiet. Little moans began to escape his throat, as though drawn out by the intense pleasure his mother was forcing onto him. She was playing his cock like an instrument, lavishing him with music that typically went unheard, an off limits sonata of forbidden love.
“It feels good.” The words came out of Jack’s mouth against his will. “Oh god, mom!”
“Shhhhhh,” she whispered. “It’s okay, sweetie.”
Her free hand caressed his cheek and then ran through his hair. She was pushing against him faster now, too, as if trying to dirty dance with the side of his waist. Jack turned his face towards her and buried it against her breasts as she intensified her pace, jerking him off with gentle determination.
“Oh, wow…” Jack couldn’t believe how good it felt. “Mom!”
This can’t be happening…
He didn’t want to believe how good it felt, didn’t want to believe that such insane pleasure could come from something so taboo and disgusting. She was his mother, and after all the years of raising him and supporting him in life, she had crossed the ultimate line.
“You don’t have to hold back now,” she said. “Whenever you’re ready, just go right ahead.”
Jack was bucking his hips into the air furiously. It was too dark to see his mom’s face, but somehow, he knew that it was a mirror of illicit lust, just the same as his.
We’ve been trapped down here, bored, this entire time, with this right under the surface.
He wanted to hold out for as long as he could. He wanted to strip his mom’s clothes off, to kiss her deeply, to press his body against hers and feel all of her. But her hand continued to pump up and down, giving him the hand job of a lifetime, and Jack had reached his limit.
“Mom!” He pushed his hips up one last time and began to blow his load. Rebecca had already pulled the sheets back, and she dutifully moved in closer to his cock as cum began to spray out, collecting it in her shirt. Pleasure coursed through Jack’s body as though he’d taken the
Rebecca ran all of her fingers under Jack’s waistband and then slowly began to pull his boxers down. She had to stretch it all the way to let her son’s cock spring out, and it vibrated back and forth, like a guitar string that she had just plucked.
“Let me know if this is still too weird for you,” she whispered. “I mean, I am your mother.”
Why did she have to say that? This is so wrong!
As her hand closed around Jack’s cock, precum dribbled out of the tip. Rebecca ran her thumb over it, smearing it around the skin of his dick as though she was trying to polish it. The sensation was phenomenal, and Jack’s hips jerked up involuntarily.
“There we go, doesn’t that feel good?” His mother was speaking in the same voice that she had used to comfort him as a kid, the same one that was soft and silky and reserved for things like back massages, and getting his hair washed in the bath, and having her put a band aid on a scraped knee.
I shouldn’t be enjoying this. It’s sick and embarrassing.
Rebecca slowly began to move her hand up and down his shaft, only making light, gentle contact at first. She adjusted her breathing to be in time with each stroke, as though she was turning the hand job into something almost spiritual, a form of meditation.
“Mom…” whispered Jack. “This… this is…”
What am I saying? I’ve never been more ashamed of anything in my entire life. I can’t let it feel good.
“I know.” She pushed her body in closer to him and began to push forward each time she’d pump her hand down his cock. “It’s only natural. And we love each other.”
She’s my mom. I love her, but this goes above and beyond that.
“Just relax,” said Rebecca. “You’re allowed to enjoy this, Jack. I give you permission.”
She tightened her hand around his cock a little, and Jack suddenly found it hard to stay quiet. Little moans began to escape his throat, as though drawn out by the intense pleasure his mother was forcing onto him. She was playing his cock like an instrument, lavishing him with music that typically went unheard, an off limits sonata of forbidden love.
“It feels good.” The words came out of Jack’s mouth against his will. “Oh god, mom!”
“Shhhhhh,” she whispered. “It’s okay, sweetie.”
Her free hand caressed his cheek and then ran through his hair. She was pushing against him faster now, too, as if trying to dirty dance with the side of his waist. Jack turned his face towards her and buried it against her breasts as she intensified her pace, jerking him off with gentle determination.
“Oh, wow…” Jack couldn’t believe how good it felt. “Mom!”
This can’t be happening…
He didn’t want to believe how good it felt, didn’t want to believe that such insane pleasure could come from something so taboo and disgusting. She was his mother, and after all the years of raising him and supporting him in life, she had crossed the ultimate line.
“You don’t have to hold back now,” she said. “Whenever you’re ready, just go right ahead.”
Jack was bucking his hips into the air furiously. It was too dark to see his mom’s face, but somehow, he knew that it was a mirror of illicit lust, just the same as his.
We’ve been trapped down here, bored, this entire time, with this right under the surface.
He wanted to hold out for as long as he could. He wanted to strip his mom’s clothes off, to kiss her deeply, to press his body against hers and feel all of her. But her hand continued to pump up and down, giving him the hand job of a lifetime, and Jack had reached his limit.
“Mom!” He pushed his hips up one last time and began to blow his load. Rebecca had already pulled the sheets back, and she dutifully moved in closer to his cock as cum began to spray out, collecting it in her shirt. Pleasure coursed through Jack’s body as though he’d taken the
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