Skip to content In the middle of the night, I walked home with my hands in my pockets. I had just faced another rejection, another night where I’d gotten cock-blocked. I sighed, wondering if this curse would ever lift. It was the second time it had happened, and it hurt, especially since I’d been so close to tasting my girlfriend’s sweetness.
I couldn’t understand why some guys thought having a big dick was something to be proud of. I’d learned it was quite the opposite after my first girlfriend, Alice, flat-out rejected me. “I can’t even curl my fingers around it,” she’d said in disbelief.
I was eighteen and had just graduated from high school. I was really into coding, and if it hadn’t been for my mom, I probably wouldn’t have left my bedroom at all. She was always nagging me to go outside and find a girl. She was proud of my good grades, but she kept telling me that having fun was important too.
I walked up to my home. Since it was currently night, I tried to be as discreet as possible. I lived with my single mom, the dearest woman in my life. I would feel bad if I disrupted her sleep, especially after everything she’d done for me.
As I opened the door and stepped inside the foyer, I heard some strange noise coming from her bedroom. I took off my shoes and went up the stairs slowly, glancing at her door and holding my breath.
“Ah, ah, oh, ah,” she moaned while her bed creaked and squeaked.
It sounded as if she were masturbating, a couple of strokes from climaxing. I stiffened at the sounds, and something else started awkwardly stiffening in my pants. I was caught off guard as her moans reverberated through the house.
“Oh, oh, hmm.”
My uncomfortable erection didn’t abate, and when I reached the upper floor, I looked at the door. Not being able to resist a glimpse, I slowly went to the keyhole. Closing my left eye, I peeked and saw her blonde hair fanned out all over her pink pillows. She arched her back and thrust her hips upward against the sheets, her entire bed shaking as she didn’t hold anything in. She had her eyes closed, and she was deep inside her sexual fantasy. I wondered what she was getting off to, what made her moan so loud. I rarely moaned when I masturbated. I started wondering what she looked like under the sheets. It felt wrong since she was my mother, but her moans sparked my forbidden imagination. Her nipples must be razor sharp … And her womanhood must be as soaked as a grapefruit.
“Hmm,” she let out a shivering moan as I heard the vibrator under the sheets, and I saw the way she circled it over her most intimate part. “Oh … Almost there. Oh, please, Dan, right there.”
Dan … that was my name. I blinked and became even more caught off guard. No, it couldn’t be. It must be someone else she’d met.
I became so hard that my bulge bonked against her bedroom door. When I peeked through the keyhole again, she let out an earth-shattering orgasm, thrusting her hips up and gently sinking back down. “Oh, good lord,” she said, opening her eyes and smiling in ecstasy.
Feeling a drop of sweat running down the side of my head, I pulled my head back. I had to get out of here before she caught me. I snuck into my bedroom as quickly as possible and took off my clothes. I quietly lay down in bed, lifting the sheets to my throat. I had to tuck my erection into the waistband of my underwear.
I cursed myself for what I had just done. Why did I want to see my own mom masturbate anyway? The answer to that question wasn’t difficult—She was hot, and it wasn’t something I could ever deny. She had long blonde hair, just the perfect face with high cheekbones, a straight nose, blue eyes like two bits of sapphire and smooth skin untouched by aging. Her heart-shaped lips were forbidden treats, and it didn’t help that she usually wore lipstick. Running a beauty salon, she cared about her physical appearance. It was just something so godly seeing a woman spend hours in front of the mirror just to make herself pretty.
But even in her natural state, my mother was a master at turning heads. Her boobs were round and soft and looked even more mesmerizing since she loved to wear push-up bras that enhanced her cleavage. If you looked up stepmom porn, she’s exactly who you would find. She seriously had the looks and body of a pornstar.
*****
I slowly woke up to the sight of my erection tenting the sheets. The sunlight streamed through the window, and I rubbed my eyes. As soon as I was awake, I heard someone talking outside. “Have you ever thought of going back to film adult videos?” my mother’s friend Jenny said.
Those words made my eyes widen, and I sat up, blinking at the window.
“No,” my mother said firmly. “It was a fun chapter of my life, but after I became pregnant, I didn’t want to any longer.”
“Where did the lust go?”
“It didn’t go anywhere … I just used my energy to raise Dan instead.”
“But you were like an A-lister and won so many awards.”
Mom laughed. “I’m not a teenager any longer, and I prefer working at the beauty salon.”
“Milf and stepmom are the most popular categories these days,” she continued.
“Yeah, there are plenty of good-looking moms out there, but I have made a decision.”
“What the hell are they talking about?” I asked myself as the wtf-expression on my face just widened. They probably didn’t know I was home, otherwise they wouldn’t have talked about whatever they were discussing.
I quickly swung my feet off the bed, just making sure it was my mother and her friend, and that I wasn’t tripping or stuck in a lucid dream. I gently pulled the curtains aside. My eyes fixed on my mother. She was lying on a sun lounger with her back facing the sky. Her young friend straddled her, massaging sunscreen into her in slow, sensual strokes.
“Wow,” I murmured. Jenny didn’t look much different from my mother. She was slightly shorter than my mother, and a bit more toned. She was a brunette with an almost identical face and eyes. Her boobs were slightly smaller but didn’t sag as much.
“No one likes a sad ending,” Mom said, purring as her friend’s hands moved down to her buttocks, gently squeezing them. My mother’s bottom was formed into the perfect heart shape. There was so much flesh to knead in. I considered Jenny lucky to get to touch them. “But you can’t be a sex worker for the rest of your life.”
“Honestly though, is there something you can do for the rest of your life?” Jenny asked her.
“You have a point, but you’ll certainly expire faster by making a living out of spreading your legs.”
“Not if you’re as hot as you are,” Jenny said. “You have such a nice ass.”
Mom just chuckled at her friend. “I think you’re finished now.”
Yet again, by looking at her, my cock hardened to concrete. I tried to suppress it but it wasn’t possible. Jenny swung her feet off the sun lounger, and Mom turned around, revealing her gorgeous rack covered by a triangle bikini top that generously lifted her big, bouncy boobs.
“Wow,” I mumbled and was in disbelief at how beautiful you could be as a woman. Her hair looked like molten gold, the light spilling over her body. My mother wasn’t exactly toned but far from chubby. She was voluptuous with just the right amount of flesh you could hold onto.
“You seriously don’t miss being a pornstar though?” Jenny teased her again.
“I had so much fun back then,” my mom admitted. “But then I had Dan, and everything changed. You know why.”
I gently stepped back as I struggled to listen further. “Pornstar …” I mumbled and shook my head. They must be talking about something else. No way that was true. But she had the looks for it, and come to think of it, last night, she definitely moaned like one.
****
Once Jenny left, I went downstairs to get something to eat. I hadn’t done anything; I was so puzzled by their conversation that I couldn’t think straight. As I descended the stairs, Mom looked up, blinking, and rose from the couch.
“Dan?” she said, her voice tinged with surprise.
“Hi,” I replied, noticing her stiffening in the middle of the living room. She was still wearing her skimpy bikini, radiating a sensuality like no other woman.
“I thought you were staying over at your girlfriend’s?” she asked, with a hint of concern.
“Something happened… and sadly, I don’t think I’ll see her again.”
She looked at me as if she was about to cry. She took my hand—her touch as soft as velvet. “Come, let’s sit and talk about it.”
We sank on the couch, and she gently raked her fingers through my hair. I took a deep breath and caught the scent of her favorite floral perfume. Her lips were painted with red lipstick.
“Please, tell me what happened. This is the second time you come home heartbroken,” she said, gently patting my hand, her touch warming and soothing. She was a couple of inches away from finding the answer. I was still semi-erect after their conversation, and the fact that there was more nudity than clothing, didn’t make it much easier.
Mulling it over, I wasn’t sure how to proceed. How was I supposed to tell her that it was because of my well-endowed manhood? The word well-endowed didn’t make much sense to me anyway. It wasn’t a gift to be well hung contrary to what many guys believed. “It’s a bit difficult to tell,” I started.
She pulled the straps over her shoulders. “Is it because I’m wearing a bikini? I can put on a skirt instead. I’m heading to work soon anyway.”
“No,” I said and felt a slight blush creep up my cheeks. She must have caught me throwing glances at her thighs. It was impossible not to look since the bikini bottom barely covered her flesh. “It’s nothing to do with your clothing … It’s a problem I have.”
“Dan, please tell me, maybe I can help,” she said. It was typical of her to be so dear and caring. She couldn’t stand seeing me sad or distressed. It was that sweet touch of her that made her so attractive apart from her looks.
“I …”
When she saw I was being sincere, she understood and respected me. “Do you need some time to think about it?”
“Yes, please.”
“Will you promise to tell me later?” she asked.
“I promise,” I said, feeling a warmth as her lips curled into a smile.
She pressed her lips to my cheek, leaving a damp patch of her sweet skin behind. She chuckled. “I didn’t mean to leave a lipstick mark behind,” she said. “I’ll clean it for you.”
As she stood up, the thin string of her bikini bottom barely covered her backside. My eyes were drawn to her body as she bent over, reaching for wet wipes. The curve of her waist and the firmness of her thighs mesmerized me. She came over, leaned in front of me, so I came face to face with her breasts. They were inches away from spilling out of her little bikini top. She carefully dabbed the wipes on my cheek.
“So, now she can’t accuse you of cheating if you see her again.”
I chuckled. “Maybe we will. I’m not sure.”
“Will you at least let me make you some breakfast before I leave?” she asked.
“If you have time,” I told her. “But you don’t have to if you’re in a hurry.”
“You first, my beauty salon second,” she said with a wink.
“Okay, make me two sandwiches,” I said.
“Coming right up,” she replied, her smile deepening. “Just need to put on something more appropriate.”
After she went to her bedroom, I leaned back and gently touched my cheek. The kiss was stronger and more intimate than any other kisses I’d received from her.
Dressed in a pencil skirt and a V-neck top that showed off her mouth-watering cleavage, she strode down the stairs. She had brushed her hair, making it look extra silky and smooth. A few deft strokes of mascara and lipstick made her look even prettier. “How do I look?” she asked flirtatiously, probably noticing that I was looking at her more than usual.
“Gorgeous as always,” I told her, my eyes sweeping over her.
“You’re the best, Dan.”
Her optimism always warmed my heart. She went to the kitchen, started frying some chicken and cutting up vegetables. I sat at the dining table as she gently placed a plate in front of me with two avocado and chicken sandwiches. “You’re the best, Mom,” I said, looking her in the eyes.
“You are,” she replied with a smile, ruffling my hair. “Make sure you go out and get some sun.”
“I promise,” I said.
“I’ll see you for dinner,” she added with a wink.
“Enjoy your day.”
“Thank you,” she said, her smile broadening as if my comment meant the world to her. She opened the door and headed outside. I watched through the window, seeing her hips sway with each step.
After I’d eaten and Mom left, I went up to my room not sure how to process all this. Suddenly, my phone lit up and rang. A photo of my mother wearing a floral dress from a vacation popped up on the screen.
I grabbed the phone and answered, “Hi.”
“Hi, can you do me a favor?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said, ready to do anything for her.
“There’s a box in my bedroom with some new makeup products. Can you bring it to the driveway? I forgot it, and I’m in a hurry.”
“Sure, I’ll grab it for you,” I said.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” she said.
“Drive safe,” I told her.
She kissed me through the phone, the smooch sending a shiver down my spine. I rose to my feet and headed into her bedroom. It was sparkling clean, as usual, with hints of the floral perfume she always wore. Purple curtains framed the room, and her bed was covered with pink pillows and silky coverlets. On her nightstand was a photo of a younger version of her holding me in her arms, a picture that always made me smile.
I blinked, realizing she hadn’t even told me where the box was. I didn’t want to disappoint her, so I started searching. I opened the wardrobe and looked around. She had so many clothes, all freshly washed and smelling amazing. It was like stepping into a garden of roses and femininity. I pulled open a drawer and saw multiple panties and bras in all shapes and colors. I pulled the silky panties up, imagining my mother wearing them. A kinky thought in the back of my mind wanted me to masturbate with them, or even better, her used panties. I shook my head and put them back. I opened the next drawer and my eyes widened even more. I found plenty of lingerie and sensual nightgowns. They were like straight out of a porn scene, which made me more suspicious, wondering whether Mom’s friend had joked or not. I lifted the red lingerie to my eyes, wondering why she needed to wear it if she wasn’t even dating. I knew she used herself as a model for her beauty salon, so that was probably the answer. I gently put it back, and when I opened the next drawer, my eyes widened even further. It was filled with sex toys. My jaw dropped. I thought maybe one dildo would be enough, but I saw ten of them at least. They came in various sizes and colors. Some had a finger that would be aimed at the clit and some others had rougher edges that would pleasure her more. There weren’t just dildos, but vibrators, diamond butt plugs, anal beads, clit stimulators, finger vibrators, rabbit vibrators, vibrating panties and so much more. I reached for a dildo, imagining how she slid it in and out of her pussy. I drew in a deep breath, and even if it was washed, I picked up the scent of musk. It sparked my forbidden imagination.
I reached for one of her vibrators and rubbed the edges. It was slightly sticky, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she had used it last night. I gently put it down and noticed once again, that I was becoming erect. I shouldn’t be erect when looking at my mother’s sex toys, but I had never imagined her to have so many. She must be hornier than me.
I looked in the corner of the wardrobe and saw a box that was slightly hidden. I reached for it, hoping it would be the makeup and not another horny teenage surprise. I lifted the lid and noticed there wasn’t any makeup but DVDs and VHS tapes.
I picked one up and arched an eyebrow at a half-nude girl flashing her ass with a seductive look on her face. It was titled, Pink Hunting at the Beach and I realized it was porn from the late nineties. I checked the other DVDs and discovered that it was all a bunch of classic porn. “Wow,” I mouthed. “My mother has hidden her lust fairly well.”
There were at least hundreds of them. She also had albums without the cover, just the disk. I also found a notebook where she had personally rated each porn. “Backdoor Jenny 3 … Great anal scenes with surprisingly good acting. I loved the eye contact and her performance. The best part to get off too is at the 55:00 mark where she does a cum swap with Naughty Alina. Otherwise, the anal scenes were quite deep despite her being petite. Her moaning was just on point, nothing outrageous but just the sweet spot. The blow job at the start was amazing and moistened me within seconds. She took it all the way down without crying.” I read her note out loud.
She had personally rated each porn movie herself, and reading her reviews made my cock harder and harder. I thought of watching some of these myself since I wondered what nineties porn would look like.
I looked into the corner of the wardrobe and saw another box where XXX was written on the edge followed by personal. My curiosity was so high, I reached for it and gently opened the box. I picked up the first DVD and noticed straight away who the woman on the cover was. I rose to my feet and it felt as if time suddenly froze. It was my mother when she was nineteen years old. She had slightly lighter blonde hair, and her breasts sat a bit higher on her chest. She was wearing lingerie, the outer parts of her breasts were fairly visible along with the nipples poking through the fabric, and the skimpy bottom revealed a peek of her pink flesh.
“Raw talent,” I read the title and looked behind the back, seeing a photo of my mother deep-throating a thick cock. “Nympho Sara is back again, showing the girls what raw talent means … No fucking way,” I said, feeling my erection throb against the zipper. I stared in utter disbelief until I reminded myself that I still hadn’t found the makeup box.
I quickly set the DVDs aside and told myself this would have to wait. I glanced around the room and, to my embarrassment, noticed the makeup box right next to the bed. I grabbed it quickly and hurried down the stairs, hoping she hadn’t arrived yet.
I made it just in time as she pulled into the driveway. “Where do you want it?” I asked.
“In the trunk, please,” she said, opening it.
I placed the box inside, and she closed the trunk with the push of a button. She kissed her hand and blew it to me. “Love you,” she said.
“Love you too,” I mouthed and waved at her as she drove away.
Once she was gone, I rushed back up to her bedroom. Part of me wanted to watch it, while another part warned me that I was taking this too far. The thought was thrilling. It wouldn’t hurt to watch just a snippet, just to confirm if it was my mother. But she’s my mother—I shouldn’t be perving on her. Still, there was something so forbidden about it that I couldn’t explain.
I decided to put the DVDs back into the box, making sure everything was exactly as I’d found it. Then, I stepped outside for a moment to calm my mind.
****
When I woke up on the following day, I had made a decision to watch her porn. Putting on my clothes, I went into her bedroom. I opened the wardrobe and reached for the porn she had starred in as if it were a treasure chest filled with gold.
“I guess, it doesn’t hurt to watch,” I told myself while checking out the cover, admiring a younger version of my mother. I went downstairs, and as I opened the DVD, I felt a forbidden thrill unlike any other. An icy shiver ran down my spine and made my hands tremble.
I struggled to push the DVDs inside, but once I did, it felt like an eternity to turn on the TV and wait for the disk to load. “What’s taking so long?” I asked while tapping my thigh.
The menu screen came to life with my mother slowly pulling down her straps, smiling seductively and sucking on her finger. Then she guided it down to her crotch, but I couldn’t see her pussy since it was covered with PLAY. “What a tease,” I mumbled and hit play as quickly as I could.
The video began with a soft piano melody as my mother appeared on screen, lounging on a plush white couch. She wore a sheer pink negligee that left little to the imagination, her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose waves.
“Hi there,” she purred, her blue eyes sparkling as she gazed into the camera. “I’m Nympho Sara, and I’m here to show you what raw talent really means.”
Her voice … It truly was my mother. Her voice hadn’t changed much. It was equally as sweet then as now. She looked younger, or maybe it was just movie magic making her skin glow, and her boobs, only covered by that sensual clothing, sat high on her chest.
My breath caught in my throat as she slipped the straps of her negligee off her shoulders, revealing her perfect boobs. They were perky and full, with rosy pink nipples standing at attention. They weren’t that much different compared to when I’d seen her nude in her bedroom.
With a coy smile, she slowly spread her legs, revealing that she wore nothing underneath the negligee. Her pink pussy glistened with arousal as she ran a finger teasingly along her slit.
The camera panned out to reveal a muscular man approaching the couch. My mother’s eyes lit up with excitement as she took in his impressive physique.
She reached out to caress his abs, then trailed her hand down to his bulging crotch. “Hmm, and you’re so hard already. Just for me?” she asked, looking up at him.
Slowly, she pulled down the man’s boxers revealing his throbbing erection. My mother whistled appreciatively before wrapping her delicate fingers around it. The man groaned as she began to slowly pump his length.
From there, the scene only got more intense. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched my mother pleasure the man.
“Wow,” I said and hardened in an instant. The cock she was sucking looked slightly smaller than mine, but she deep-throated it without any issues. I felt so hot, and the temptation to masturbate was just too difficult to resist.
Unconsciously, I unzipped the zipper and reached for my erection. It felt better than I thought it would, masturbating to my younger mother. It didn’t feel as weird as I thought it would. It felt nice.
“Mom, you’re so hot,” I murmured. A sudden idea struck me, and that was to masturbate with her used panties. Pausing the film right when she was about to push it inside her, I quickly ran up to her bathroom and looked into her laundry basket. Right on top of her bikinis, bras and heavenly dresses, was a pair of pink panties. I reached for it and drew in a deep breath. The honeyed scent was exactly what I needed.
I ran back down and wrapped the fabric around my erection. “That’s way better,” I murmured and continued to masturbate with it, stroking her nectar all over my cock while watching her getting fucked. I slowed down, wanting this thrill to last. The man pulled out his cock, and Mom spread her legs, and I saw a closed-up sequence of her beautiful pussy. It was pink, symmetric and already dripping. She was being licked, and I wished it was my tongue running up and down her sweet flesh. “Wow,” I murmured and stroked myself harder.
He positioned himself between her spread legs, the tip of his cock nudging at her entrance. My mother gazed up at him with wide eyes. “Go slow at first,” she instructed. “I want to feel every inch.”
I watched, mesmerized, as he slowly sank into her wet heat. My mother’s mouth fell open. “Yes, ahh,” she moaned.
I continued to masturbate. I had to take a couple of breaks, but in the end, the pain returned to my testicles, and I went for it, my toes curling, sweat trickling down the sides of my head, and my testicles tightening to the point they would burst.
I heard keys entering the keyhole and shortly after my mother opened the door. I was one stroke away from climaxing, but instead I froze. “Dan?” my mother said as she probably heard her porno playing in the background. She stepped inside, seeing me standing in the middle of the living room butt naked with her used panties around my cock and her old porn playing on the tv.
She was about to approach me, but I turned to the stairs and just ran up like a rabbit. It must have been the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me.
“Dan, come back!” she called for me.
I couldn’t do it. I just closed the bedroom door and slumped down on the edge of the bed, my erection dying with my mood. What the hell was I thinking?
It didn’t take her long to climb up the stairs. “Dan, we need to talk,” she said in her caring voice. I heard Mom’s gentle footsteps approach my bedroom door. My heart was still racing, and I felt a cold sweat break out across my skin. How could I possibly face her after what just happened?
“Dan, sweetie?” she called softly through the door. “Please, can we talk about this?”
“Don’t you need to go back to work?” I asked her.
“You’re more important to me,” she said. “Please, I won’t step in till you let me.”
When she mentioned that I was more important to her, it was impossible to not let her enter. “You can enter,” I said.
The door creaked open slowly, and I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, unable to look at her. “Can I sit next to you?”
I nodded and she slowly sat down next to me.
“I’m sorry … I didn’t mean to sneak into your bedroom.”
“It’s okay,” she said and patted my back. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. I might have taken a closer look in your wardrobe a couple of times, so that’s fair … Now, when did you find my films?”
“Yesterday,” I admitted. “When you told me to look for the box of makeup.”
“I see,” she said and drew in a deep breath.
“Was that … truly you?” I asked her.
She slowly nodded. “Yes, sweetie, before I had you, I was a pornstar.”
I nodded, still avoiding her gaze. “I happened to overhear the conversation between you and Jenny earlier, but I thought she was joking.”
“Even if my friend is playful, she wasn’t joking as you saw a second ago,” she said. “Can we make a deal?”
“Sure, what is it?”
“I’ll open up and tell you everything … If you tell me why you have been rejected twice by two pretty girls … at the bed.”
If she could tell me about her porn past, then that would be the least I could do for her. “I promise, I’ll tell you,” I said.
“Well, I started doing porn right after I graduated high school. I started experimenting with toys and orgasms at a very young age, and I grew up to really love anything that had to do with sex. Jody, my best friend, was the first girl who suggested doing porn. Up to that point, we had plenty of sleepovers, so she knew all about my lust and knew I had the right body for it. She’s two years older than me and had just started working as an adult entertainer. She mentioned the money, the fun and the excitement, and I couldn’t resist the offer. During my first scene, I was a bit nervous at first, but it quickly went away. They told me I was a natural, which sure boosted my confidence. But after my first scene and paycheck, I was pretty much hooked. I couldn’t think of anything else I wanted to do in life.”
“How old were you when you started, and when did you quit?” I asked her, intrigued by the revelation.
“I started when I was eighteen, took a break when I was pregnant with you at the age of twenty and came back from twenty-one to twenty-five,” she said with a smile.
I nodded slowly. “If you truly loved this, why did you quit?”
“Because of you,” she said gently.
“I’m sorry,” I said and felt a bit bad taking the joy away from her.
“Let me explain,” she said patiently. “I truly love what I was doing. I loved anal, vaginal, sucking and being fucked. I was a nymphomaniac. To be pregnant or a mother was the furthest thing from my mind, but it happened, with another male actor after a romantic vacation, and everything changed. We were both caught off guard, but we both wanted to keep you. When I gave birth, it was the best thing in my life, and I wanted to do everything I possibly could to raise you well, and to see you thrive.” She pressed her lips to my forehead, the brief touch was powerful yet tender. It felt good when she told me that I was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She didn’t have to tell me. Her actions spoke louder than words.
“So you essentially abandoned something you loved doing just to raise me?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said and we made eye contact, her gaze softening. “That’s how much I love you, Dan.”
“You’re an unbelievably good mother.”
“Give me a hug,” she said. She sidled up to me, her arms engulfing my waist in a sideways hug. I could feel the softness of her breasts pressed against my shoulder, radiating warmth through the fabric of my shirt. My eyes lingered on her outfit—a skimpy crochet top and tight pencil skirt that accentuated every curve. Her warm breath made me melt. We lingered in the hug for a while until she had something on her heart.
After she just told me how much she loved me, I owed her one. “I love you too Mom.”
She pressed her lips to my cheeks and said in a lowered voice, “So … I’m all ears.”
I knew what she wanted to hear, and I definitely couldn’t keep my mouth shut any longer after everything she’d told me. “Well, after we made out, and our clothes came off, there was a problem.”
“Was it a big problem?” she asked.
I gave her a look, and I could tell she knew what the problem was. “Yes, there was a big problem. She pointed out that I was really big, not just Johanna but Alice as well. That’s it.”
“If you’re comfortable, can you please show it to me? Just so I know what we’re dealing with.”
I figured it was the least I could do after what she told me, and with her experiences, I knew she could help me, but it still felt a bit taboo. “Uhm, sure, do you want to see it erect or?”
“Uh, yeah,” she said with a light giggle. “You can’t shove a limp cock in a pussy, can you?”
“You’re right … wait, didn’t you see it earlier?”
“No … my used panties were in the way.”
My cheeks reddened like tulips. “I’m so sorry, Mom.”
“Dan, it’s okay. It’s normal to be horny at your age,” she told me.
She made me feel better in an instant. It was a part of her magic. I reached for my zipper and trembled a little as I unzipped my shorts. I was feeling a bit nervous since she hadn’t seen my manhood since I was a kid. “Dan, if you stand up in front of me, I can do it for you.”
“Sure,” I said. It was impossible to hide how nervous I was. I rose and stood in front of her while she sat on my bed. I held onto the wall while she pulled down the zipper and finally my underwear. Her eyes widened at my semi-erect cock.
“Wow, and you still have a couple of inches left,” she said with a giggle. Her eyes flitted to mine. “Do you mind if I help you with the final inches?”
“Sure,” I said, and it happened so quickly, that I didn’t fully process what she meant.
She wrapped both her forbidden hands around my girth. She didn’t even have to stroke me. My cock hardened within seconds, so fast she had to pull her head back before the crown bonked her lips. “Wow … young gun, eh?”
I chuckled with her. It felt surprisingly good, and not as weird as I had predicted. “I suppose.”
She studied it, her smile widening as if it were just as thrilling for her. She traced the vein, checked out the spongy, purple tip and gently touched the drop of precum at the top. “You are really well-endowed.”
“It isn’t too big?” I asked her.
“If you settle her into it and take a step out of the time, she’ll love your size,” she said while holding eye contact.
“But how am I supposed to warm a girl up for this?” I asked her. “I have no experience at all. Like what I am supposed to tell her?”
“I’ll help you,” she said and gently caressed my thigh. “I’ll give you some sex lessons, but you’ll also have to do some homework.”
“Sex lessons?”
“Yes … To start off, I’ll happily give you a blow job to help your confidence, showing you that there’s no problem at all deep-throating you.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Stand up,” she told me with a kinky grin.
And that’s what I did. I rose to my feet, my erection towering over her. Instead of sitting on the bed, she went down on her knees. She curled her hand around my cock, like a natural, or raw talent. “How do you want it, quick or slow?” she asked, flitting her eyes to me.
“I’ve never been sucked before, so I’m not sure what to expect,” I said.
“I’ll take care of you,” she said with a smile, pointing the tip at her plump, motherly lips. It felt like slow motion. Mom wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling over the sensitive tip. I gasped at the intense sensation. She looked up at me with those bright blue eyes as she slowly took more of my length into her warm, wet mouth. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but the sensation was too strong to be a dream. My mother was on her knees with my cock stuffed in her mouth. It truly was happening.
“Oh god,” I moaned. It felt incredible—so much better than I had imagined. I saw something in her eyes, like an awakening. It was the rebirth of her sexual passion, and she took it all out on me, sucking me as if she were on set again, slobbering and moaning all over my erection. It was incredible. I could see it in her eyes how much she enjoyed it, and also how deprived she’d been of sexual pleasure. It made me feel bad for her. That she’d postponed sex just for my sake and well-being, but I was glad she could have me now. Even if my girth stretched her lips, I could see the smile in her eyes.
She began bobbing her head up and down. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, creating delicious pressure. I could feel myself hitting the back of her throat with each downstroke.
Pulling her head back, she came off my cock with a string of saliva stretching from the tip to her lips. The spit just dribbled down my cock like molten cum, pooling at the base. “How was that?” she asked.
“Incredible,” I mouthed.
“Better than my used panties?” she asked flirtatiously.
“Way better … You take it so deep.”
She stifled a chuckle. “Boy, I haven’t even started.”
“You better hurry up since I’ll come soon.”
“Watch,” she said.
With a wink, Mom took a deep breath and swallowed my entire length in one smooth motion. I gasped as I felt the tight squeeze of her throat around my cock. She held me there for several long seconds, her nose pressed against my pubic bone. She gagged, covering my manhood in her spit before slowly pulling back.
“Holy shit,” I breathed. I’d never imagined someone to swallow my entire cock.
Mom grinned up at me, her lips glistening with saliva. “That’s called deep-throating, sweetie. Most girls can’t do it but with practice…” She engulfed me again, sinking and sinking till her lips reached the base and till I could see my cock bulging in her throat. She met my gaze, her blue eyes filled with love. She gagged and gargled some more, and the sounds made my erection throb. I shuddered, my legs trembling because of the overwhelming pleasure. She pulled her head back slightly but resorted to bobbing her head rapidly, taking me to the base with each long stroke. The sensation was overwhelming. I could feel my orgasm building quickly.
“Oh, I know what a deep-throat is,” I told her with a laugh.
She came off with a pop. “I’m just teasing you,” she said and swirled her tongue around the head. “I haven’t sucked a cock in years.”
“You sure as hell remember everything there is to it,” I said and wiped the sweat from my brow.
“Raw talent … wasn’t that the movie you were watching earlier?”
“Yeah.”
She winked and licked the wet trails of saliva that she’d left behind. Just that brief, gentle brush of her tongue pushed me closer to the edge. “You’re incredible,” I said.
“Where do you want to finish, my mouth or my face?” she asked.
“In your mouth,” I stammered.
She opened her mouth again, and Mom resumed her blow job, gliding my cock over her wet tongue till her throat squeezed the head. The wet sounds of sucking filled the room, punctuated by my gasps and moans. I tangled my fingers in her silky hair, guiding her movements. It wasn’t just a blowjob that made it so hot, even if I’d never experienced one, but the fact that my mother went down on me. I could see the look in her eyes. She did this solely for me, even if she hadn’t sucked dick for years. I was the center of her attention, which just made this so much more special.
“Oh god, Mom… I’m getting close,” I warned, my hips starting to thrust involuntarily.
She hummed in acknowledgment, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. Her pace increased, one hand pumping my shaft while the other gently massaged my balls. Then she let go of her hands, caressing my thighs instead. She bobbed her head more rapidly, the pleasure intensifying so I curled my toes.
“Mom, I’m gonna—” I tried to warn her, but she just hummed and kept going.
Releasing a great groan, I erupted in her mouth. Mom swallowed every drop, her throat working as she gulped down my seed. She kept sucking gently until I was completely dry. I stared with my eyes wide open, my hand landing on my thumping heart.
Finally, she pulled off with a soft pop. “There we go,” she said, wiping her mouth. “How was that for your first blowjob?”
I collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily. “That was… amazing. I had no idea it would feel like that.”
Mom smiled and sat next to me, running her fingers through my hair. “Do you have some tissue paper?”
“It’s in the drawer,” I said, not bothering if she saw the lotion.
She fetched the box of tissue paper and cleaned my erection and her spit as my cock slowly swayed to my thigh. “You’re the best,” I said.
“I’m glad I could show you. I told you your size isn’t a problem.”
I nodded, still dazed by the intense pleasure. “Yeah… wow … How did it feel for you?”
“I got the best of both worlds,” she admitted. “I got to relive my porn past, and I got to see my own son squirming with pleasure. I can’t ask for anything better.”
I drew in a deep breath and wasn’t sure what to say.
“Is it okay if I go to work now?” she asked in her sweet voice.
“Of course,” I said.
“And remember your homework,” she said with a wink. “By the way, is it over with you and Johanna?”
“Yeah … it’s better to start fresh.”
“Okay,” she said. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to my forehead. “See you.”
“Have a nice day at work,” I told her.
“Thank you,” she said, beaming.
Afterword
Thank you so much for reading and your support 🙏 The full story is 42k words long and contains way more than a blowjob. You can find it on my website: Mom’s Porn Lessons + nude photos of Mom included!