Skip to content My name’s Torey, and I was nineteen years old. Working as a programmer could be lonely and frustrating. Whenever I got stuck, I’d usually go on Reddit and to check on all the nude girls making easy money out of OnlyFans. It was something I’d recently started doing. Prior to Reddit, I usually just went to Pornhub. I couldn’t help but feel pangs of jealousy. They had it all—bodies to die for, wealth and popularity. I wished I could also make easy money remotely. I wished I could wake up whenever I felt like without having to code for someone else. I also wished that I could make millions, but so far it had all been wishful thinking and broken dreams.
I had started to think that perhaps my expectations were set too high, and I needed to take one thing at a time. But how could I sit here in this miserable place for years and years to come? That was one of my biggest fears, but it didn’t seem I had any other choice but to keep going.
I went over my bookmarked websites, and I noticed all the explicit pages of mom-and-son porn. It was another fetish that started when I hit puberty but had just gotten stronger in the past years. I had always looked at my mother a bit differently. You couldn’t judge me for that one since she was a smoking-hot model. My mother was thirty-nine but didn’t look a day over twenty-five. Standing at six feet tall, she had dark blonde hair and blue eyes deep enough to drown in. She was almost an exact copy of any fitness babe on Instagram but honed with physical fitness. A subtle four-pack was scarcely visible between her top and yoga shorts which she absolutely loved to wear. She was often seen without a trace of makeup since it wasn’t needed on her flawless face. Her boobs were still round, firm and defied gravity at all odds. She maintained a healthy lifestyle, from yoga to a diet free from processed food. The result was a body that made any woman green with envy.
She was a bit secretive about her work life. I knew she did some sort of modeling and made a bank out of it. I’d jerked off to her many times before and even dreamed of engaging in all kinds of sexual acts with her. It made me question whether I was sane or not. Something told me I was going insane after this stressful job as a coder.
I took off my headphones and tossed them on the keyboard. I didn’t want to think of my failures and broken dreams. I just wanted a moment of pleasure by myself.
I pulled down my underwear, freeing my cock which swayed side to side and struck the table. I stood at least a foot away from it, but it was so big it reached the table anyway. I looked at my erection wide-eyed, tracing the throbbing vein that led up to the cut, purple crown with a drop of precum at the tip. When I stood here fully nude, I could then look down. It was a beast, to say the least, as thick as a Coke bottle and so long it reached my knee. It was even bigger than every male adult actor I knew of.
Whenever I watched some porn, I dreamed of being able to work like that. And it had been tempting to send out some resumes. I knew adult companies did everything that they could do to find a big cock. I’d even checked the pay on forums, and it paid better than coding. I was just a bit insecure since even if I was well-equipped, I lacked the experience. I’d never even had sex in my life and definitely wouldn’t last longer than a minute.
I slowly reached for my shaft as scenes with my mother flashed through my mind. My heart rate accelerated, and it was so thrilling to do something I shouldn’t be doing.
I shook my head and started questioning if this incest fetish was the root cause of my downfall. I pulled the curtains aside and aimed my eyes back at the computer screen. Maybe I should just find some nude girls instead of watching mom-and-son porn. Maybe I was taking this a bit too far, dreaming about my hot relatives while masturbating. I needed to stay focused, and I couldn’t let anything throw me off balance.
Plopping down on my chair, I went back to Reddit and scrolled through the girls promoting their OnlyFans pages. I found a woman advertising as a MILF, and she caught my eye. She was stunning, tall, dark blonde, a subtle four-pack, gravity-defying breasts and … It was my mother. My jaw slowly dropped inch by inch, and my eyes widened to saucers as I watched my own mother in lingerie.
“No. Fucking. Way,” I mouthed and stared in disbelief. I froze and turned as rigid as a lamppost. I didn’t know how long it took till I woke up, but when I did, I refreshed the page and zoomed in with both the cursor and my eyes. The bra, adorned with floral lace patterns, cradled her bosom, enhancing her beauty while providing a lift. A matching lace thong adorned her hips, its minimalist design teasingly revealing her sun-drenched skin. The lingerie emphasized her figure which seemed sculpted by an artist. Her dark blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and waist, erotically veiling parts of her gorgeous body. She aimed her sparkling, blue eyes at the camera. It was my mother. Why was I surprised? She was a model after all.
I clicked on the link leading to her OnlyFans page, seeing the title A lonely Milf with a sex addiction. I read the title silently for myself again and was about to jizz in my pants. The subscription was ten bucks a month, and my eyes darted to my debit card. My cock stirred and kept bonking at the table. It had never acted that way before, and I needed to tame it sooner than later. I closed my eyes and questioned what to do. I knew I would never be able to sleep if I didn’t check her out, but I told myself earlier not to jack off to any mom and son porn. And now, I was about to do the unthinkable—jacking off to my own mother.
“Screw it,” I said and reached for my card. I punched in the numbers and smashed the subscribe button. It was loading, and even if I had a supercomputer, it felt like an eternity as my eyes were glued onto the screen. The only thing pushing me apart from the screen was my massive erection. My temperature spiked, and finally, I saw my mother in a doggy position, her cheeks as smooth as nectarine, and her pussy pink as strawberries. She twisted her neck to look at the camera, and I scrolled down as sweat soaked my shirt. I leaned forward and gazed at her as if I’d discovered a treasure.
“She looks a thousand times better nude,” I mouthed.
I then came to the photo where she spread her legs and parted her wet pussy lips with her fingers. She masturbated with her eyes closed. I couldn’t take it any longer. Even if one part of my brain screamed to stop, turn off the computer and get back to work, I didn’t listen. I reached for my throbbing joystick with my left hand and stroked it. I bit my bottom lip. My brain continuously screamed at me to stop and the other told me to continue. It was a tug of war, but eventually, the taboo side won, and I yielded. I jerked my cock harder than ever as I released all those stored-up fantasies.
Aiming my cock at my mother, I let out a guttural groan and sprayed my cum all over the screen. Even after I’d coated her photo with my seed, I pictured she was still there, and I was deep inside her. She begged for more cum, but instead, the door suddenly swung open.
“Torey?” Mom asked and stopped right on the threshold. Her hands flew to her mouth. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry.” She was about to close the door, but her eyes widened to the point they were about to pop out of her skull as she saw my giant cock. “Oh, God,” she said, her heart beating visibly under her bikini top. Her eyes flitted to the screen and then my cock, and she was lost for words.
“Mom, get out!” I raised my voice at her while I threw my cum stained hand at the door. My cheeks flushed so hard I felt it in my neck. She closed the door but a lot slower than what was considered necessary.
* * * * *
On the edge of my bed, I sat with my head in my hands. I hadn’t left my room since my mother walked in on me. Her reaction made me feel horrible, and the way she spotted her OnlyFans page didn’t help me either. It did take some time for me to realize that she saw me masturbate to nude photos of her. She saw that I discovered her OnlyFans, and the way she gaped at my giant cock made me feel like a freak.
But my mother was a sweetheart. She knew I felt bad, and I knew sooner than later she would walk up here and knock on the door.
I knew her well enough, and eventually, I heard the stairs creak as she made her way up. I heard how she approached the door, and the blush returned to my cheeks. “Torey … We need to talk.”
I waited a few seconds which turned into minutes. She was patient and knocked again. “I know you aren’t feeling well, and as a mother, I want to help you.”
“Come in,” I mumbled.
She carefully opened the door. Making sure the coast was clear, she stepped inside. Bringing in a sweet, flowery scent from her perfume, she wore one of her satin body-hugging pencil dresses that hugged her curves from the neckline down to below her knees. The dress had a plunging V-cut from where ample cleavage billowed from the opening. She wore her hair loose, and it fell around her shoulders, glistening and bouncy. She took a seat next to me, giving me some time and not minding that I had my eyes glued on the floor.
“First of all—I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were home. I truly didn’t.”
“I know,” I mumbled. “I told you I would be gone, so I forgive you.”
“Thank you for being understanding,” she said and placed her warm hand on my thigh. Her touch was gentle and filled with love, offering me encouragement and comfort. It reminded me that she was there to support me. My mother wasn’t too curious and rarely meddled in my private life. She didn’t have a thing for gossip and would rather spend her time improving herself. I knew she absolutely had no intention to walk in on me like that. It was one of the reasons why I rarely locked the door when masturbating too.
“Why are you home exactly?” she asked with hints of concern in her voice.
“My boss asked me to work extra.”
“Torey,” she said and rubbed my back. “I don’t like what you’re doing to yourself.”
“Working?”
“You’re working yourself to death,” she pointed out. “When was the last time you had a day off?”
“I don’t remember.”
“You see?”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry, but you don’t seem to listen.”
“Maybe you’re right,” I said and raised my head a little. She started with the easiest topic, but I knew she would soon bring up the embarrassing fact that I had masturbated to her.
“Can you look me in the eyes?” she asked and drew an intimate circle on my thigh.
I slowly raised my gaze to hers, and her eyes softened. The apples on her cheeks reddened a little, and her dimples deepened. Her smooth, heart-shaped lips tugged into a smile. She was so gorgeous, but the scenes when I’d coated her face in my cum flashed through my mind.
“You probably have some questions about what I’m doing for work, right?”
She just had to look me in the eyes while telling me this. “I’ve questioned that for a long time.”
“I’ve not just done modeling; I’ve also worked in the adult industry,” she came clean. My eyes widened, and I found it difficult to look into her eyes without pitching a massive tent to her. My eyes trailed down to her boobs straining against her dress and then the size of her hips. I wondered why I was surprised. She had all the right assets. It should’ve been obvious since the day I hit puberty.
She nudged me with her elbow. “Say something.”
“It should’ve been obvious.”
She chuckled and stroked my back. “I get what you’re saying. I tried keeping it a secret, but eventually, I knew you would discover it on your own.”
I started thinking about my father who’d been equally as secretive as my mom about his profession. “Wait … What about Dad?”
“He also worked in this business. That’s where we met. I wasn’t doing too many films though, since I was a bit too tall for that, so nude photography was my thing till OnlyFans came along. Although when your father died years ago, I didn’t want to work there any longer and just stuck to modeling, but eventually I missed work in the adult industry … Story of my life.”
“But why?” I asked. “Doesn’t modeling pay more?”
“Yes, modeling might pay more for some. But money isn’t everything. I must be upfront with you—I love sex and have abnormal needs. You don’t get that from modeling.”
“You must have done well with your addiction, considering you’ve lived without a man for so long.”
“Well, masturbation is helpful. You should know that too.”
“Mom …” I said and gave her a look, my blush returning to my face.
“What?” she questioned. “I want to be open about our lives. I don’t want to keep secrets any longer. Don’t you agree?”
“Sure,” I said. “I also have an abnormal libido.”
“Your father did too.”
It all made sense that he’d also been an adult actor, judging by the size of my cock. I must have inherited his size.
“Now … I’ll give you my brutal honesty,” Mom said. “I don’t think what you’re doing is the right thing. But combine that with the talent you already have, and you’ll be striking gold before you know it. There certainly are other things you are well equipped for.”
“What exactly do you have in mind?”
“A team is stronger than a lone wolf,” she said and shared her motherly wisdom. “I have a background in this business, but currently I don’t have a man who is well-hung for the job.”
My eyes widened as I immediately put the puzzle pieces together. “We’re going a bit too far.”
“I know the way you’ve looked at me in the past, and besides, you just masturbated to me.”
“But that’s fantasizing,” I said and made up a lousy excuse. Honestly, it wasn’t much different from doing it, since I’d dreamed about it several times in the past.
“Torey, be honest. Please, for your and my sake. We aren’t immortal. Stress is a silent killer. I can come clean with you. I find you very attractive. You’re tall, good looking and well-endowed … More than your father. I know you’ll thrive doing this. I know you’ll make a lot more money, and you definitely will enjoy it.”
I let her words sink in. “What exactly do you have in mind?”
“You can join my OnlyFans, and we can film together … Like a family business and then take it from there.”
I sighed, and it was a bit too much to process at once. “But you know incest isn’t legal?”
“Let’s keep it to ourselves. Both of us are good at keeping secrets after all.” She ended with a flirtatious wink.
“But you still do modeling, right?”
“Correct,” she said. “OnlyFans is more like a gig at the moment, but I would do anything to make a living out of it, and I know it will happen if you join me.”
“Just give me some time to think about this. It’s been too much at once.”
“It’s okay. I’ll repeat this for the rest of our lives. I love you, Torey. You’re the only child I have and the only child I want. And I just want the best for you.”
“I love you too, Mom,” I said and looked into her blue, sparkling eyes.
She leaned closer to my face, providing a perfect view of her cleavage. She pressed her lips to my forehead and then brushed some hair from my face. “I want to ask you this since you know what I’m doing now. I rented a room where I shot the photos and films for my OnlyFans, but I’ve always wanted to work from home. Do you mind if I set up the camera in my bedroom and work from home instead?”
“No, go ahead.”
“What do you want for dinner?”
“Some burgers.”
“I will make them for you.” She rose and seemed much gladder after she’d talked to me. She walked out of my room, her ass swaying from side to side inside her pencil dress. She briefly glanced over her shoulder and caught me staring at her. “But please, go out in the sun for a little. Get some rest.”
“Alright, I will.”
*****
Yet again I was sitting in front of my computer trying to resolve some coding issues. It had become more difficult to work from home after my mom’s revelation. I was sick of working with code; I just wanted to ravage her forbidden body.
I had to take a leak and went into the bathroom. I turned rigid at the threshold and listened intently. I heard a vibrator inside my mom’s bedroom, and the way she moaned, louder and louder. I popped wood and turned to her bedroom. I couldn’t resist. I made my way to the door and leaned closer to the keyhole. I peeked through and had just as much space to see her with a soaked vibrator inside her pussy. It could’ve been me filming her. It could’ve been me fucking her instead of that vibrator. It made me so painfully hard that I touched my cock and gritted my teeth. She arched her back as she was reaching the peak, higher and higher. Ultimately, she moaned, “Hmm, yes, right there.” And squirted out a beautiful, pink arch from her pussy. The droplets landed and spilled on her, glistening along her bare legs like scattered diamonds.
I hurried into the bathroom and locked myself inside. I wanted to masturbate so badly, but not again while she was home. I couldn’t repeat that embarrassing scene. Instead, I perched on my tiptoes, so I could push my cock into the sink. I turned on the coldest water and splashed some water on it. I saw my flushing face and splashed some water on my cheeks as well. I believed it had been a mistake to give her the green light to work from home. How was I supposed to be productive while she masturbated in the room right next to mine?
I tucked my cock into the waistband and stepped outside … Right at the moment when she strode out with her lingerie top and soaked, lingerie bottom. She smiled at me briefly, and I drank her in, not being able to resist her. “Good morning,” she wished me, her eyes twinkling.
“Morning,” I said. I scratched my neck and just awkwardly watched her. Her sweet, honeyed scent swirled up from her hot center, and she smelled sweeter than honey. She hadn’t dried the insides of her legs as several beads adorned her thighs. It was torturous just watching her, and she clearly noticed the way I studied her.
“I got some work to do,” I awkwardly said.
“It’s okay … You haven’t forgotten our discussion yesterday, right?”
“No.”
“I’m glad,” she said and placed her sticky hands on my shoulders and kissed my forehead. She was so close that I picked up her honeyed scents even more. “Take your time.” She went into the bathroom. I snuck into my bedroom and touched the wet, sticky fluid on my shoulders. I pressed my fingers together and noticed how stringy it was. I stuck it in my mouth and sucked on it with my eyes closed. She was so sweet, seductive and tempting. I got a message in the work chat and came back down to reality. I jumped into the code but wasn’t sure how much longer I would be doing this.
* * * * *
When I was finally done for the day, I tossed the headset at the computer screen. I opened up the curtains to let some sunshine into the room. I had to have them pulled together, so I could see the screen. I placed my hands on the window sill and leaned forward. Rubbing my eyes, I noticed my mom was lying topless on the sun lounger. Her sun-drenched body gleamed like a jewel, and her hair shone brighter than ever.
“Christ, she’s hot,” I mouthed. I questioned again my decision to let her work from home. While trying to focus on work, I could hear her masturbate and see her walking around the house in a skimpy bikini. She’d given me the decision to join her work. It would be a gateway to a new and exciting life, yet I waited like some sort of fool.
She suddenly reached for her bra, rose from her chair and came inside. “Torey, are you done for the day?”
She must have caught me staring again. “Uhm, yeah.”
“Come down then. Let’s eat some dinner together.”
I made my way down the stairs. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and smiled. She searched my face, and her smile slowly faded. “What happened? You look so stressed out,” she said. She strode to me, and for every step, her boobs jiggled inside her skimpy bra. She rubbed my back intimately, her flesh a couple of inches from me.
“It was another stressful day.”
“You’re about to make me cry,” she said with hints of grief in her voice. It was painful. She had never sounded so disappointed in me before. “Torey, I know you can succeed in life, but coding isn’t it.”
“I know what we talked about,” I told her. “I just need some time.”
“But you aren’t using that time well,” she said.
It was difficult to maintain a serious conversation with her while she stood there in a flashy bikini. I had just seen her topless, on top of it.
“I know,” I said. My eyes strayed to the valley between her breasts, and taboo scenes flashed through my mind.
“But please, tell me, what makes you want to code?”
“I don’t even have any sexual experiences,” I told her. She knew, but it felt like a step in the right direction to tell her. “I’m still a virgin.”
“I’ll teach you everything there’s to know about sex,” she said and lowered her voice in case our neighbors listened. “I’ll be your teacher and guide you through everything.”
It was tempting, and I wasn’t sure how long I could postpone this. “Just give me some more time.”
“Alright,” she sighed. She went inside to grab the burgers. In the meantime, I took off my shirt. She came out and dumped the burgers near the grill. Her lips slid in a grin when she could finally see my chest. It was as if her grief had never been there in the first place. “Do you want a helping hand … With sunscreen?”
“Sure,” I said and lay down. I thought she was about to suggest something else, but I couldn’t complain about having her fingers near my skin. She made her way to the cabinets and reached for the bottle. She shook the bottle and squirted it all over her hands. It was scented with coconuts which blended so well with her flower perfume. She spread the sunscreen along my shoulders and down my arms, massaging it in with slow and sensual strokes. I felt her breath constantly on my neck, and the touch of hers made me rock hard again.
“I can do the front too,” she offered me.
I rolled over without hesitation which exposed her gorgeous body to me. She straddled my legs, her knees on either side of my hips. She towered over me, providing me with the perfect view of her massive breasts. She covered the sun and squeezed out a generous amount of sunscreen into her palms. She leaned over, making me stare right into her cleavage. The sensation of her hands on my skin sent shivers down my spine. Her touch was affectionate and loving, and her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles over my chest. Straying lower, she bumped into my erection a couple of times as it rose past the zipper and up to my navel.
“Careful, Mom.”
She giggled but tried to stifle it. “I’m sorry … But you’re unprecedentedly big.”
“I know,” I said and it made me feel a couple of inches taller. I started questioning whether she was teasing me on purpose, so I could say yes. “Mom … Are you doing this on purpose?”
She gave me a flirtatious look, her eyes twinkling. “I do … But it’s because I love you.”
“It’s painful to be perpetually hard.”
“I can relieve that pain whenever you want,” she said and showed me her smooth bare hands, soaked with sunscreen.
“I know,” I said and tried looking away.
“Alright then. I’ll make some steaks for us,” she said and rose to her feet. She fired up the grill and slapped on the steaks. I didn’t do much else despite checking her out. She leaned over the grill, and the warm breeze played with her hair. Beads of sweat glistened on her skin as clouds of smoke swirled in the air. She was just so addictive. “Any plans for later?”
“I’ll probably need some fresh air. I’ll take a walk somewhere.”
She smiled proudly. “You definitely need that.”
* * * * *
At the end of the day, with my hands stuffed in my pockets, I took a short walk through the block. I dreaded tomorrow. I dreaded every day, and I kept questioning whether I was throwing away my youth. We lived in Southern California, and everyone here seemed to have so much fun, riding skateboards, surfing and having an overall good time. I seemed to be the only one who didn’t think of anything else than working. I watched the pink and purple sunset as the colors spread across the clouds. It was gorgeous, but I rarely saw the sunsets here because I was too busy working. Sighing, I went back home.
I reached my bedroom and turned on the computer. I went over my notes and decided to work a little bit extra. It was just so I could have some extra time tomorrow. It was difficult to work. I heard how my mother snapped several photos in the background, and my horny mind kept straying to her. I couldn’t stop thinking of all the scenes we could film together. I became painfully hard again, and I couldn’t deal with this pain. I knew her OnlyFans was just one click away, and it was so tempting. I’d been walking around with an erection all day long, and my testicles were about to become blue. I made a decision to masturbate to her photos. I snatched my phone and opened the door. She opened hers at the same time, and I felt like a deer caught in headlights.
Wearing revealing lingerie that left little to the imagination, she gave me a look. I knew she knew what I was up to. “You don’t leave me with another choice now.”
Dropping to her knees, she unbuckled my belt. “Wow, Mom, what are you doing?” I had the strength to push her away, yet I didn’t. It happened so fast. All of a sudden, my shorts fell to my ankles.
“Something I should’ve done a long time ago,” she said, determined to be there for me, her son. She pulled down the underwear and revealed my massive cock. Her eyes lit up upon seeing it, and she reached for the shaft, curling her fingers around it. I watched as it unfolded in slow motion right before my eyes. She opened up wide and wrapped her sweet lips around the tip. I could push her away, but instead, I succumbed to the guilty pleasure. I let go and didn’t want anything to spoil this moment. I wanted this but had never dared to because of the social stigma.
“Jesus, Mom,” I said. I stared down in disbelief. Flicking her eyes up to me, she sealed her lips tightly around the massive head of the cock, sucking the crown so hard her cheeks hollowed out. She then slid my cock in and out of her delicious mouth and over her tongue. It was so big and thick that her lips stretched like rubber bands while continuously bobbing her head. She looked better than a pornstar. She looked like an archangel who watched over me and would make sure I received as much pleasure as possible.
My eyes softened, and I surrendered to her oral skills. Her gagging and sucking sounds were divine, and even if her lips stretched around my girth, I felt how she tried to tighten them even further. I curled my toes as the peak was nearby. “I’m almost there, Mom,” I said. I felt a need to cooperate with her. It was the first step to pursue our family business. She heard my desperation in her voice and kept bobbing her head, sucking harder and deeper. “A little bit deeper.”
Saliva kept running from her lips and down the sides of my cock, over her fingers and pooling at the base. She swallowed up two thirds of my cock. I couldn’t believe how far she could take it, and how intense the sensation was. “Gosh, you know what you’re doing.” I reached for the wall and held onto it as my knees grew weak. She took a couple of more pumps till I released a guttural groan. I emptied myself inside my mom’s mouth. My knees buckled as I kept shooting out ropes of cum in her mouth. It felt like I was about to collapse, but she still kept my cock stuffed in her and sucked out every drop of cum. She came off with a pop and cleaned the sides of my cock with her lips and tongue.
A string of cum strung from her lips to the crown, and she flicked her eyes back up to me. “How did it feel?”
I couldn’t lie, since she’d seen the expression on my face. “Divine.”
She rose, took my hand and guided me to the bathroom. She made me face the mirror. “You look ten times healthier. You look like you’re glowing,” she pointed out. “Think of doing this several times a day … and get paid on top of it.”
“It’s a dream come true.”
“And why are you postponing it then?”
It dawned on me why she’d done this. “I’m game.”
She planted a wet kiss right on my neck. She opened up and embraced me in a hug. “Tomorrow morning … come into my bedroom when you’ve woken up. I want your morning glory.”
Afterword
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