Title: Helping Each Other
Keywords: mF, mat, teen, inc, mom, son
Author: Caesar
Summary: Staying at his sisters place and sharing an air mattress with mom changes their relationship when she catches him masturbating.
 






There's a young Yiddish slut with two cunts,
Whose pleasure in life is to pruntz.
        When one pireg is shot,
        There's that alternate twat,
But the ausgefuckt male merely grunts.



Helping Each Other

by Caesar, copyright 2004

$Revision: 1.4 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

"Do you do that every night?"  Asked the tiny voice from the darkness.

I froze!  My heart felt as if it would fail in surprise and my cock
immediately started to deflate within my enclosed fist.

Then I felt, and heard, movement upon the air mattress that we shared,
as I pictured my mother turning toward me.  Was she seriously waiting
for an answer?  What possibly could I say?  I had thought her asleep,
I had waited long enough.

It was so dark, it had to be impossible for her to see anything - that
was my first thought.  The next was that I had inadvertently moved
upon the air mattress - so that I feared she could not help but
realize what her teenage son was doing.

I felt like dying from the humiliation of it.

With the voice not so unlike a mouse in an animated movie to my own
ears, "What do you mean mom?"  I wanted to take my hand off my nearly
soft member and to pull the loose shorts back up over my balls and
dick - yet, I dare not move... could not move from fright.  She would
surely know the truth of it if I had.

"Its OK honey!"  She a small amount of compassion to her normally
stern voice and rather than calm my fear and degradation, it only
inflated it.  I had guessed years ago, that her perpetual anger toward
me was because I was starting to look more and more like dad as grew
into manhood.  "Really... I understand."

What could she possibly understand - she was twenty five years older
than I for gods sake?

Slowly and calmly I lifted my enclosed hand from my exposed groin, not
daring to move my bottoms back to my waist else mother would hear me.
It left me exposed to the nights darkness, but I guessed it the lesser
of evils.  There was no way mother could see a thing - it was pitch
black in the little room.

The seconds turned into minutes, and in that black void it seemed to
take forever.  I could hear moms breathing, sounding loud in the
darkness, could even feel her breath tickling my cheek as she lay
facing me on the pillow next to my own.

Sharing an air mattress with your middle-aged mother, on the floor of
your sister and brother-in-law's empty spare bedroom, was awkward
enough.  Having been caught with my hand in the proverbial cookie jar
was downright humiliating.

"Are you done for the night honey?"  Matter a factly stated.

"Jeez mom!"  I was thankful for the dark, if only because I knew my
cheeks were turning bright red from the way they burned hot.

Here was the strict disciplinarian that I grew up with, a thin petite
woman with balls the size of coconuts.  She could stand toe to toe
with another person twice her size and come out ahead.  Mother is as
feisty as her long red curly hair proclaimed.

"Lets just forget it OK?  Its getting late!"  Did she have some need
to humiliate me like this purposefully?  Did she really hate me that
much because dad left her and every time she looked at me she could
not help but remember him?

She ignored my plea, "You're done then?  Pity - I was just starting to
enjoy it."

My response was simply a groan of agony.  The humour in her voice made
no sense to me, but to confirm my suspicions of her hate, of her
malicious intent to use my self pleasure as an avenue to humiliate me.

Then I felt a small cool hand touch my naked hip, move swiftly and
expertly up to grasp my half-hard penis.  "Hum... very nice honey."
Her hand began to stroke me slowly up and down and I realized my cock
was responding unconsciously.

What the hell was she doing?  What the fuck was happening?

The mattress shifted loudly, as only an air mattress in the dark can,
and mother shifted closer to me until I felt one small cool foot begin
to caress my shins seductively.

I croaked, "Mom...?"

God damn, my hips could not help but thrust into her expert hand.

This had to be a dream?  Was this some sick way to humiliate me
further?

Its been weeks since I had sex, a rushed affair in the back room of a
party.  The girl was half wasted and just lay there as I pumped back
and forth.  Perhaps not the best lay of my life, but there really was
not that many occurrences to compare it too.

"Relax honey, you are so... tense!"  Mom laughed briefly at her own
bawdy humour.

Who was this woman with her hand on my dick?

Then mother stopped and I could not help but groan with the unexpected
loss - her hand slipping off my cock to fumble about in the darkness.

That left me a few seconds to contemplate what had just happened - to
listen to the loud and fast thump of my beating heart, sure that the
fucking air mattress was bouncing from its reverberations.  The time I
had to contemplate the last minute left me no less confused.

Yet mothers actions were not aimless as she soon found my nearest hand
and dominantly guided it toward her.  I felt warm soft thighs, a far
leg raised and spread away from the other.  Mother pressed my hand up
and in, forcing me to advance until I was cupping her naked hairy
loins.

What happened to her nightgown?  "Oh my god!"  This had to be some
sort of dream... a nightmare perhaps?

"Can you feel it honey... how hot you made me?"  The hot hairy flesh
beneath my palm was indeed becoming coated with slippery thick
woman-juice. The two middle fingers of my hand bent slightly and found
themselves slipping into the hot channel between my own mother's legs.

My god her cunt was tighter than the co-ed that I last fucked.  And
she was, indeed, very wet!

Mother groaned and shivered violently.

Was the hair between her legs, now beneath my palm, as red as the hair
at the top of her head I could not help but wonder?

"Oh honey... its been so long!"  My fingers began to dance within my
parents body, moving steadily in and out.  This being my most
experienced sexual act with a girl - finger banging her I mean.  Its
what a teenager does to his date, when going 'all the way' was
forbidden.  Mother responded to my actions by humping her hips back
and forth, fucking my fingers anxiously.  Her tiny hand easily found
my cock hard, throbbing painfully this time, as she began to
aggressively yanked on it yet again.

I could hear her laboured breathing, feel the hot air upon the side of
my face - my mother was sounding like she was in heat and it turned me
on incredibly.

This was not the woman I have known my whole life!

With both of our loins thrusting into the hand of the other, mother
suddenly leaned forward with her torso to fumble about my chin and jaw
with her full lips. As soon as they found my own, mother orally
assaulted me with a hunger that I've never experienced in another and
it shocked me.  If it had been any other woman, it would be startling
to face such passion, but with my own parent it was nothing less than
a revelation into another side of my own parent.

Was I wrong about her hating me because I looked like dad - he having
left mom for another woman years before?

Mother's tongue was raping my mouth, our saliva running from our lips
as if a river... my lips quickly felt bruised and my jaw sore but I
loved it.  I may have lain shocked for the first minute or two of that
oral assault, I did finally start to get into it!  I began to give as
good as I was receiving and from the way her hips thrust quicker into
my palm, her hand jerking me faster, I knew she enjoyed it as much as
I.

It was at that point in time that mom stopped her lip and hand assault
and a loud, but unconscious, groan of loss escaped from me.  I thought
I heard a similar sound from mother as well.

She giggled like a teenager, a foreign sound, before she whispered
with our noses still touching in the complete darkness, "Shhhh... you
will wake up your sister!"

Then with careful but hurried movements, mother shifted loudly around
on the air mattress until I felt her naked smooth straddling my ears.
I could feel the heat of her in the darkness, sense the dampness but a
breath above me... and the smell!  God it was delicious - earthy,
sweet with a sharp tang that was nothing less than seductive.

Was she completely naked with me?  God what a kinky and wild thought!
I wore only a tee-shirt and my shorts - the latter sill at half mast.

Concentrating as I was on what I could not see but knew to be so
close, I had not realized mother had lain down, inverted as she was,
upon me until I felt my hard dick engulfed in what could only be her
hungry hot mouth.  That fantastic chaotic tongue that had shocked me
earlier now started to do a number on the head of my circumcised prick
and I loved it!

It was immediately apparent that my own mother was much more
experienced with a cock in her mouth than any of my prior conquests.
In fact, from my experience, most girls my age only took a dick past
their lips with reluctance.  Mom was anything but reluctant.

Another loud groan of pleasure escaped me unconsciously.

My hands rose and I grasped the round bare ass above me then rose my
head from the soft pillow and found a hairy hot wet cunt flowered open
and ready for me.

It was not the first time I had tasted a woman - yet this was my
mother's sex that my lips were in contact with and there was something
surreal about it.

Isn't forbidden fruit always the tastiest?

My tongue slipped out and my head began to move up and down the length
of that very wet vagina.  My movement, I thought with a chuckle,
reminded me of our dog back at home - as it licks its own haunches.
It may not have been my best oral technique to date - as I was far too
hot and bothered to worry about anything resembling technique - but I
made up with energy and lust.  I simply went crazy about eating my
mother!  And I don't mean just drawing my tongue up and down the
length of her cunt - but instead an unprejudiced assault at the source
of my life.  I was like the parched man given a glass of water or a
prophet finally finding god.

Evidently mother enjoyed my work as well - as her mouth came off my
cock, as sucking me at the same time seemed impossible, and she gasped
and moaned repeatedly while pressing my hard penis against the side of
her warm smooth face.  She was panting and releasing guttural groans
of pleasure as her sexy round soft ass began to move against my
clenching hands - faster and faster with her rising excitement.

I did something that some of my ex-girlfriends enjoyed, while others
thought I was just a sick fuck, I slipped my tongue up to the asterisk
of mother's tight hard wrinkled anus and assaulted it with the same
gusto as I had done to her clitoris and cunt.

Mom sucked in her breath sharply so that it whistled through her teeth
and then she held it while tensing her body as my tongue forced itself
deeper into her rectum.

Then, as suddenly, mom grasped violently and began to vibrate her
whole body uncontrollably.  She shoved her open lips between my balls
and my thigh, and I heard the muffled cries to god between sentiments
of love!

I removed from her relaxed and widely spread rectum and shoved my
hardened tongue down against her clitoris, a finger of my hand
thrusting mercilessly into her saliva slick ass, two fingers of the
other hand slipping into her hot wet cunt.  This all according to my
sordid selfish plan to bring my mother off, to be witness to this
miracle moment.

As soon as my fingers began to move in and out of my parents two
holes, my tongue grinding her clitoris against her pelvic bone -
mother suddenly froze every muscle in her body and actually screamed
into my thigh.  I didn't stop as mother began to violently thrash
above me, jerking painfully against my body.

I was just amazed to experience my mothers orgasm and I did not stop
working on her holes or clitoris until she wearily pulled away from me
- obviously physically finished with my abuse of her body.

I felt rather proud of my achievement.

The air mattress squeaked loudly as mom climbed down my body
awkwardly, but determined.  She was making old person noises, gasping
with exertion from her movements.  A wide grin spread on my lips.

Mother pressed my knees as wide apart as my shorts would allow, one
ankle laying upon the hardwood floor beside the mattress, and knelt
between them.  She leaned forward so I felt her breath again on my
saliva slick cock and I helped my own air in preparation for the
pleasure to come.  The head of my cock disappeared past my parents
hungry lips as what little energy she had left obviously went into
servicing my cock.

There was no other reason for her to do this work but to achieve the
inevitable.  Rarely had an ex-girlfriend of mine ever do such an
unselfish act.  My heart was full of love and my mind amazed at what
we were doing together.  My cock ruled all thoughts though, and I
allowed the building excitement within me to rise naturally and
without restriction.

Perhaps I had been wrong - mother surely could not hate me?  Sounds
idiotic now doesn't it?  Our relationship, therefore, was more complex
than I had ever envisioned.

Up and down my mother's mouth went, her lips tightly clasped against
my long hard shaft, the abundant saliva drooling from her mouth to
drip down my shaft to my balls causing small cold shivers to run up my
spin... and her tongue teased the smooth crown of my cock mercilessly
on each up-thrust.  It was, without a doubt, the best blow job of my
life.

My hips began to thrust almost uncontrollably and part of me wondered
what mother would do when my climax began?  My experience was varied,
but it was nothing like the orgasms in the porn movies.

The stomach muscles began to tighten, then my buttocks clenched and
locked so that my groin was thrust permanently upward.  Mother moaned
expectantly and more energy seemed to slip into her erotic movements
and her sucking.  I felt a cool slim finger fumble beneath my balls,
pressing into my tight virgin anus - teasing.

"God mom!"  Evidently, it was my turn to call out to god - perhaps
this mom and son were more alike that I had ever considered?

With that thought, my whole body froze, my muscles tightening as I
unconsciously attempted to withhold the inevitable flood.  Mother
stopped her up and down movements, holding just the head of my cock
within her lips as I felt my dick expand expectantly.  A quick fear
that she would remove her delightfully sexy mouth from my pulsating
cock evaporated as she held me firmly with her lips and waited.  A
guttural groan escaped from my throat, from somewhere deep down in my
chest just before I began to explode.

I ground my teeth together and my head jerked up and down, the back of
which violently struck my pillow, even as my cock began to shoot my
essence into my mothers ready hungry mouth.  I could hear her swallow
loudly, moaning with pleasure at taking my seed down her throat.  My
whole body jerked as my dick shot again and again.

Was this the best orgasm of my life?  Definitely the best fucking blow
job I've ever had!

The minutes after that incredible blast are a little hazy - with my
mind a tired satisfied swirl.  Mother continued to suck me as my cock
deflated - then she reverted to licking and then cleaning my deflating
organ.  It was obvious to my weary mind that she loved her work,
possibly as much as I did.

Mother then climbed up my body and wearily rolled over next to me on
the loud air mattress.  She was probably as tired as I.  Further
movements told me that she was putting on her nightgown again -
covering herself, the parts of her that I had so recently tasted.

Then the dark world was complete, as silence enveloped our tiny quiet
room.  Mother eventually lay a single palm on my chest and rubbed
gently.

With a raspy voice mother whispered, "That was lovely honey.  That
meant a lot to me." A short pause before she continued, "Perhaps we
should help each other more in the future?"  She sounded nervous and
anxious at the same time.

I could not help but thank my incredible luck.  Dad is a moron, I can
not imagine what he was thinking to leave a woman like mother.  A
strong woman that was obviously a minx in bed.  For the first time in
my life I wished to meet a woman just like dear old mom.

No answer was necessary to her question, I'm a guy after all.  So I
reached out and pressed my hand right into the cotton nightgown
covered groin, cupping her warm dampness.  Mother responded by
slipping her hand down to my cooling saliva slick cock, holding it
possessively.

We fell asleep like that, my loose shorts forgotten at half mast.

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