OEDIPULSATION: THROBBING FOR MOM

OEDIPULSATION: THROBBING FOR MOM
Spasms of ecstasy, contractions of rapture, spurts of sperm – all for her!

By Oediplex 8==3~


The best spasms of pleasure when I masturbated are when I fantasized about my mom. Thinking about fucking mother makes my engorged member extra sensitive, and I cum with big loads of spume. Those jolts of jism shoot out harder for her than for any other female I could imagine. The cream literally jets out of my dick. You can visually observe the oscillations of my cock’s pulse from the pounding of my heart, the blood pressure in waves making my meat bob, throbbing from the passion I feel for her.

Those spasms of ecstasy, the tightening contractions of rapture when cumming, the special spurts of white gooey sperm that erupted and shot in the air; as I made love to mom in my mind, were the best orgasms I had – ever – until we actually did it. Yes, we did it; thanks to the great convulsive orgasms she inspired, and inadvertently witnessed one night. It might be as old a plot as that of the ancient Greek tale, but this was no tragedy. Oh, it had plenty of drama, and while not a comedy, had its humorous moments. But most of all, it is a love story.

Naturally, mothers and sons love one another, but that type is filial. Eros is an altogether different sort of relationship. Especially when relatives have relations, those experiences can be considerably intense, very heightened indeed!

You could say it was Snoop-doodle’s fault. Who was our Beagle/Poodle combo, curious and inquisitive as any pup, sticking his nose wherever he wanted. So it was that he nosed open my bedroom door one day, but as I was practicing my favorite form of self-pleasuring, he got no attention and wandered back out. Since I was engaged in important matters at hand, and knowing I was all alone in the house, I didn’t get up right then and shut my door again. My assumption was faulty.

So that incidental incident, of mom espying my esprit de erotic, which was erect as the Eiffel Tower, was not my fault. Nor, was she to blame either. And an ‘eye-full’ of my tower did she gawk at. She heard me call out her name loudly as my climax built, and (timed according to Murphy’s Law) as I was nearing release. Naturally, hearing me cry her name in a stressed tone caught her attention. She peeked in on her boy as a matter of course – the door was open. No youngster, but a youth all grown-up, who is flaunting and flogging the manhood of her dreams.

She had a secret yen for ‘big-meat’ as she and her sister liked to call them. Pop and bro qualified, hubby did not. Now she discovered that her son was a member of that ‘club’, the one for guys with extra girth and length. The ‘pussy was out of the bag’ on that, when unable to help herself, mom came into the bedroom and sat on my bed to watch the show.

She was no wallflower, but began to take off her blouse then and there. While I was still in shock from her entrance, I was drawn forward by her breast being bared, for she did not stop with the shirt, but continued to lose the bra. Those awesome nipples, like twin sunrises in the clouds, peered over the white cotton being lowered.

She plucked at both red nubs as I stroked my cock. The snake at my crotch was looking like a fat red fire-hydrant, ready to spout. I whimper out the syllable, “Mom!”, as my load ejaculated a geyser of cum in waves of clenching muscles, and jumping balls, and heaving hips. I perceive, in the dim intellect that remained in mind, after that unprecedented paroxysm, that mom had not had an orgasm, simply gotten topless as she watched me. So I boldly reached over between her legs and felt under her loose dress for her panties. Her crotch was soaked. I grabbed the elastic in back and pulled down.

Mom lifted her hips and helped, hooking her thumbs in the undies and wiggling out of the briefs. Simultaneously, her thighs opened and my hand, still dripping semen, dove for her center; to wriggle first one, then quickly a second digit as well, into her hole. They sawed and my thumb was doing metronome passes over her clitoris. Mother’s hips bucked hard as she was provided with an enormous release from the highly charged tension of the serendipitous moment. My palm was flooded with the deluge of her fluids washing down with her spasms.

Before I could say a word, Mom kissed me, a nice smush mouth smooch that lingered with a hint of tongue. “We’ll talk tomorrow – this is our secret – we’ll have more fun later on!” Then she dashed out to her own room and I was left stunned, dripping, happily surprised, and hopeful for more of the same shenanigans!


I confess to using Snoop-Doodle the next morning to gain admittance to mom’s bedroom.