Mommy’s Boy

Mommy’s Boy

It was bound to happen, 100% inevitable, and now that it did I am much more free mentally welcoming what ever happens next.

This story started not too long ago, but the background did as for my formative years revolved mostly around just my Mother and I. Never knew my real dad, my aunt told me that my mother got Pregnant on homecoming night her sophomore year in college when she was twenty years old. My aunt thinks that the football team captain is the donor, but thought that my mother probably had multiple injections from other team members that night. Not that my Mother was a slut at the time, but had lost a bet to her older sister, the consequences of which were to get laid by at least five different guys that night.

I was born the following June and my Mother did manage to finish college albeit at the local commuter college instead of at state where she was going. As I was growing up, my Mother dated occasionally, but did not have any steady relationships until I was almost twelve. There were suitors though, as I heard messages on the answering machine from men begging my Mother to call them back.

It is not that my Mother was not attractive, on the contrary, she was a taller woman at 5’9” and very athletic as she played competitive tennis along with running marathons. Even though she does not have an overly large chest, she is way too large for the “B” cup bras she wears when she does her athletic stuff. Think she was trying to hold them down. Her personality though, was one of a straight forward, take no prisoners, look you directly in the eye and order you about type.

Around the house, since I was old enough to remember, my Mother was not shy about nudity and of course I too grew up with that lack of humility. She very rarely bothered with more than a towel around her waist going to and from the bathroom to shower. But at around ten or eleven years old, I started to notice and my little pecker began to harden at the sight of here to. This was kind of enlightening to me as I thought my “woodies” were caused by having to pee when I woke up in the morning. Now I knew it could be activated by something visual.

My Mother noticed to. One time as she was standing in front of the mirror in the front room drying her hair as she was half nude, her tits bouncing just so and me staring from the couch rubbing my member through loose gym shorts.

She turned around with a slight smirk on her face and asked: “Robby, what do you have there?”

Since I was doing it subconsciously it took me a second to respond with: “Mom, it is my penis, it seems to get hard and needs to rubbed whenever I see you dressed like this.”

Mom said, “Let me see it”.

I pulled my gym shorts down and showed Mom my erect eleven-year-old pecker. She told me to keep rubbing it and that she would be back in a second. She ran to her bedroom and came back holding a silver metallic pointed tubular item that somewhat resembled a penis.

She walked over to me and said: “This is a dildo, or a facsimile of a penis, just like yours”.

With this she reached down and replaced my hand with hers on my pecker while placing the dildo along side my pecker. Her hand felt so good, a very strange feeling ran through my body.

She then said: “This is a six inch dildo and your penis is about an inch and a half shorter, but at your age you hopefully will grow. I want you to keep this dildo and when your penis is about the same size, I want you to tell me. By the way, your penis or pecker could also be called a cock, dick, or another nickname.”

As she was talking to me, she gently stroked my cock, an uncontrollable feeling started in the base of my body and began to move towards my dick. My Mother noticed and said: “Robby, let the feeling go through, let it surge through your cock.”

In less than three more strokes, a surge went from my balls, up my dick, and out the end. Squirting a milky white liquid over the palm of my mother’s hand and up her forearm, with one squirt hitting her bare left breast dripping off her hard nipple. I had no control and no idea what was happening. Blurting out: “I am sorry, don’t know what happened”.

My Mother said: “Do not be sorry, this is what is supposed to happen, it is not bad. It is actually a good thing and you should be trying to do this on your own. This is called cum and is filled with sperm with lots of protein, very edible.”

With that she licked the puddle off her palm and then wiped the stream off her forearm with two fingers and place the goo into my gaping mouth.

Not knowing what to do, I swallowed it. The taste was a bit bitter, but my mother smiled and shook her head with approval.

She said: “That is a good boy and you will get used to it, actually coming to want more. Now do me a favor, lick your mother’s tit and nipple clean.”

She offered me her tit and without hesitation licked the cum off of her tit and sucked her nipple clean. She held me head while tilting hers back and then rolled her eyes back into her head breathing heavily. My cock, with a mind of it’s own, began to get hard again.

My Mother pushed herself away, looked down at my now hard dick and said: “go to your bedroom and stroke yourself until you relieve yourself again. I have to go do the same…now go.”
I went to my room and lay down in my bed. In no time, with the thoughts of what had just happened and the smells still lingering in my senses, my cock again exploded with that white gooey stuff. This time erupting over my belly, chest, and up across my face. Thinking about what my Mother said, I scooped it all up with my fingers and dutifully placed it in my mouth holding it in my mouth to getting the most from the flavor. My mother was right, I could get used to this.

Fortunately, over the next few months anyways, my Mother continued to be her normal self seeing her half naked body whenever both her and I were home at the same time when she took a shower or stripped when she came back from a run. Of course, I would now sit on the couch with my dick in my hand and jerk off, sometimes right in front of her. Occasionally she would stand in front of me and play with her tits, squeezing them and fondling her nipples. When I came, she would tell me to make sure I cleaned up every drop.

Unfortunately, it all came to a stop when my Mother started dating Ralph. She told me that the rules around the house were changing. At first she said that it would only be when Ralph was around, but to be on the safe side to confine all masturbation to the bedrooms.

Apparently Ralph and my mother hit it off, even though he was a good fifteen years older than her (she was about 31 or 32 at the time), as he became a permanent fixture within a month or so.