Single mother lets son jerk off to her while she’s sleeping

S

It would happen again tonight she knew. It had happened every night for the last two weeks. That’s when she had learned about her son’s nightly ritual, which had in turn led to her own. She waited in anticipating for the door to open.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror next to her bed, the moonlight coming in from the window revealed her naked form in the mirror. She saw the look of anticipation and excitement on her face, reveling in the physical responeses of her body, while still being amazed as to why.

She had thought of removing the mirror not that long ago. It had been a painful reminder of the times she had watched herself, and her late husband David make love in the mirror. These were happy times, she had thought they would never return. That was until the night she saw her son in the mirror.

(Two weeks ago)

She had woken up to the sound, it was a familiar sound, but one she hadn’t heard in over 6 months. The sound of a man orgasming, it was low and guttural, like an animal. Her eyes had opened in the mirror, she saw her body exposed as often happened in her sleep, the sheet having fallen down exposing her breasts, her feet sticking out at the bottom of the bed. In the reflection she saw behind her the image of her 18 year old son Frank.

He stood just inside the door, Frank’s eyes were closed and his hand wrapped around his cock, it wasn’t overly long, but easily as thick as a can of soda. At that moment it was pulsing, shooting huge amounts of cum onto the sheets on the empty side of the bed behind her. She quickly squinted her eyes as to appear still asleep. Unsure of what to do she continued to watch, and surprised felt her body start to react to a man cumming, just from the mere sight of her.

Having finished, he pulled up his pants, gave his mother’s body one more look in the mirror, and left closing the door behind him. She was shocked, unsure of what to do or what if anything she should say to him. She laid there in the dark, the smell of his cum filling her nose, her nipples growing hard at the scent, she felt herself grow wet despite herself.

She had always loved cum, the taste of it in her mouth, the feel on her skin. But this was her son, she shouldn’t feel like this, but the yearning was there. She saw it on her face in the mirror. She wanted to reach out and smash it, to punish the slut looking back at her, who wanted nothing more than to take that cum. Grab it from the sheets and rub it all over her body, take it in her mouth, feel it between her fingers.

Finally unable to withstand the urge, she rolled over to look at the cum slowly sinking into the sheets. It was a huge amount remaining despite sinking into the sheet while she had wrestled with herself. With trembling fingers she had reached for it. She spread her hand over the spot rubbing the cum into her palm. The feeling sending bolts down her body, she brought her hand to her breasts, rubbing first one, then the other. Feeling the sticky moisture slicken her skin, spreading onto her fingers.

She laid back and thought of David as she reached lower, she massaged her folds, rubbing her cum coated hand over her wet, aching pussy. The desire taking hold as she pushed her fingers in. She looked over to the mirror, watching as her wet fingers pulsed in and out of her. Feeling the pressure build inside herself, the desire growing to a fever pitch as she rolled her clit between her fingers. With a long moan she came, her juices covering her cum covered fingers.

Suddenly the image of her son cumming, entered her mind, the ecstasy on his face as his cock exploded cum. Slowly, and unsure she watched in the mirror as her hand traced up her body to her mouth, her fingers slipped in, and she tasted the mixture of her juice with that of her sons, the sensation overwhelming her she came again.

After that first night, she had hated herself, looking into the mirror saying terrible things to herself the next morning. She was a disgusting, depraved cum slut. But she figured it was done, and she couldn’t undo it so she would go on. That night she couldn’t sleep tossing and turning in bed in a fitful battle with herself. Was it wrong what happened, she had needs. But to get off to her son, to use his cum to lubricate her body, it was wrong. Wasn’t it?

About the author

George B. J. Martin

Add Comment

Posts

Categories