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Mom’s hand felt good on my thigh. Very good. It caused it to jerk and sent a tingle of electricity bolting through me. My mother’s hand. And my body couldn’t care less. It responded in the way a woman’s hand in that area always caused it to respond.

She meant nothing by it, at least as far as I knew. We never showed physical affection as a family, but the occasional touch happened. And I never saw it coming. Sitting around a patio table with mom’s friend Milly, both in shorts and bikini tops, my little soldier stood no chance. It sprang to attention in an instant.

And reached out and touched mom’s hand. She jerked it away. “Sorry,” she mumbled.

“What happened?” Milly asked.

“Nothing,” mom answered, a little clearer this time.

“Judging from those fiery cheeks and the way your hand shot out from under the table, you accidentally touched something important,” Milly said.

Her attention to detail embarrassed me, but no sense in mom taking the hit for my lack of control. “I sort of, uh, responded,” I told her.

She got a confused look, then chuckled. “Oh, that.” She flapped a hand at mom. “Happens to me all the time.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yes. You know how touchy-feely I can be. I’m bound to catch Charlie at the wrong time now and then. Or the right time, I guess.” She had a son my age, also waiting to start college in the fall.

Mom asked the question on my mind. “How do you handle it?”

“It happens in the car mostly, when he drives,” Milly said. “It takes a little longer to get places when it does. Or he waits in the car for it to go down.” Her head snapped in my direction like she’d forgotten me for a minute. “Please don’t breathe a word of this.”

I made an X over my heart. “Promise.” I left the ladies to their conversation and went inside to play on the computer şişli escort before lunch.

Mom knocked on my door about an hour later. “Sorry about earlier, honey.”

“Accidents happen,” I said. “I just waited for it to go down before coming in.”

“I found out Charlie doesn’t always wait for it to go down on its own,” mom said.

“You mean, he, uh, right there in front of his mother?”

“Not exactly.” She gave me a few seconds to respond, but I had nothing. “She does it for him.”

“No way!”

“Apparently, he likes it,” she said. “Her, too.”

I knew Charlie possessed a freaky side, but not that freaky. “Can you imagine the conversation that led to that?”

“I suspect they’ve always talked openly about those things,” she said. “I can imagine Milly asking if he wanted her to take care of it for him.”

I could see that. “I guess if your son gets an erection in front of you like that regularly, why not?”

“How would you respond to that?”

“To Charlie’s mom asking to give me a handjob? I’d let her,” I admitted.

Mom chuckled. “Not Milly, you goof.”

It took me a few seconds to put it together. “In front of her?”

Mom rolled her eyes. “Honey, I’m asking if you would let me masturbate you?”

Instinct told me to make a rude sound and leave the room. But mom’s self-esteem had taken a serious hit in the divorce, and it hadn’t recovered in the six months since. So, I considered my answer for a minute. “I imagine a different hand would feel nice.”

“Even your mother’s?”

“That might make it hotter,” I told her. I meant it as a joke. Sort of.

“Interesting,” she said.

“Wait. You meant this hypothetically, right?”

Mom shrugged. “It sounded fun. And safer than finding a stranger.”

I agreed on both counts. And like any mecidiyeköy escort eighteen-year-old, I’d fantasized about sex with my mother a few times. I just never expected it to come up for real. “Would you? Do it, I mean?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “Touching you accidentally and hearing Milly aroused me a little. It sounds fun, though.”

“Do you want to try it?”

“Right now?”

“All this talk aroused me, too,” I told her. “I’d probably chicken out later.”

“It can’t be that different from your girlfriend.”

“We’ve never done anything,” I admitted. “I mean, we’ve kissed and touched through clothes.”

“And you’d let your mother touch your erect penis before any other girl?”

I’d lose my virginity to her if she’d take it. “It sounds kind of cool,” I said.

“I like the idea of being the first woman to make you orgasm. Should we?” I stayed silent, letting her decide. “I’ll tell you what. If you can get naked in front of me and lie on the bed, I’ll masturbate you.”

Butterflies crashed through my stomach, and the air felt thick. I stood and peeled out of my clothes before I lost my nerve.

Mom licked her lips. “Nice, honey. How long?”

“Not very. Five-and-a-half inches,” I said.

“That’s plenty,” she said. “It looks thick enough to make a girl happy.”

“Wanna find out?” I asked, trying to sound cool.

“Do you think you can last long enough to get it inside mommy?”

I might blow if I moved the wrong way. “I don’t know.”

Mom chuckled. “Lay down. We’ll do this and see what happens.”

She untied her top and pulled it off, revealing apple-sized breasts with pink areolas topped by hard buds. She shimmied her shorts down her long legs and stepped out of them. I wanted to bury my face in the dark triangle balanced on top istanbul escort of her slit. I could just make out the inner lips sandwiched between her chubby vulva. My cock throbbed.

“Like what you see?” She grabbed the bottle of lube from my nightstand and lay down beside me. She knew about that? “Try to relax, honey. We want to get a few minutes out of this.”

Mom wrapped her warm hand around my hard cock. I took deep breaths, determined not to orgasm right away. Her hand felt amazing. She knew the exact pressure to give me pleasure and still give me time to get used to it.

“No big deal, right, honey?” she breathed. I nodded. “Relax and let mommy take care of you.”

She squeezed a little tighter and stroked a little faster. “Wow, mom,” I moaned. I knew a different hand would feel better, but not like this. My entire body hummed with pleasure.

The tingle started under my balls. Mom stroked faster. My back arched. The first rope of cum shot from my cock, painting a sticky trail up my belly and chest. Mom slid her free arm under my thigh and wrapped her free hand around my sack. A second stream spurted from my head, stronger than the first. It had never happened that way before. I screamed. Mom stroked slowly and squeezed softly until no more cum oozed out of my cock and I began to soften. For the first time ever, I felt empty.

“Look at the mess mommy’s big boy made.” She rubbed her fingertips through the sticky cum on my stomach and put them in her mouth. She smacked her lips. “Delicious!”

I never imagined this side of my mom. My fantasies were more graphic, but I never could have imagined the way she just made me feel in a million years. I’d never cum so hard.

“What do you think?” mom asked. “Was it worth it?”

I couldn’t speak yet, so I nodded.

Mom laughed. She snuggled close and draped an arm over my chest. “Let’s build a little stamina this way, and maybe mom can make you a man.”

“That sounds perfect,” I managed.

She kissed me on the cheek. “Let mommy rest her eyes for a few minutes, and we’ll go to lunch.”