Chapter 1

Mom Helps Out

“OUCH!!!”

The cry escaped my lips despite my efforts at silence. The ring was biting into the flesh of my shaft, bruising it into a red circle of pain. My attempts to slide it off had shot a fresh jolt of pain, making me cry out.

“Honey? Are you alright?” Mom’s voice came from behind the door, and in just the next second, she was stepping into my room.

Before I could move away and cover myself, the door swung open, and she rushed in with a concerned look.

“OH My God! What have you done?”

Her voice was low, almost a whisper, as she took in the scene of me standing fully naked, my cock in a raging erection.

Mom’s eyes were fixated on my enlarged cock-head, which was purple and pulsating. As I held the shaft near its base, my face contorted in agony and disgrace.

She rushed forward, the motherly urge in her taking over.

“Move your hands, let me see,” she commanded. I dropped my hands, ashamed and relieved at the same time. I was in pain and regretted doing what I had done. Mom was a registered nurse at the local hospital. She would know how to deal with this mess I had gotten into.

Mom’s eyes were wide, and there was a surprised look on her face as she eyed my cock. I had slipped a cock ring on my penis, and the ring was too small for my erect size. The ring was lodged at the base of my cock.

My cock was painfully hard, the veins on my thick shaft bulging and throbbing, capped with a huge bulb-like head.

My mom was taking in my bare body, lean muscles, and strong arms. Even my pubic hair was nicely shaved, almost non-existent, making my balls look big and heavy.

Mom drew in her breath, probably surprised to see that her son had such a big cock. I wasn’t the little boy she raised anymore; I was 20 years old, and in college, I was blossoming into a man.

Mom had raised me alone since I was a preteen, but I had never seen her look at me the way she does now.

She wasn’t a strict mother; she treated me affectionately and tried to help me like a friend sometimes. She was quite a funny person who held this mischievous twinkle as she teased me about my dating life, or lack thereof.

Mom moved closer and held my length in her right hand, my thick and hot shaft pulsating in her hand, while she gently examined the skin around the ring.

There was no way it would come off without the erection completely subsiding, and the way my cock throbbed in her hand showed no sign of softening.

I was in much pain but also embarrassed to death. Mom didn’t utter a word and just let her right hand move down, cupping my balls and lifting them up.

I can’t believe I was in a situation like this. My friend had suggested that I use a cock-ring while jerking off. It will be fun, he said. Well, it was fun for a few seconds before my cock got too hard and the ring turned out to be too small for my size.

“We need to get your dick back to its normal size. Can you think of something frightening or disgusting to lose the erection?”

“I tried, but it didn’t work. It’s probably 15 minutes now, and I can’t bear it anymore, and my erection still won’t go down.”

“Hmmm. It looks like you have to release your ... hmm, you know ... for it to subside. Did you try to ... you know ... like ... help yourself?” Mom blushed as she struggled to say what was on her mind.

“I tried that too, Mom,” I whined. “But I can’t use my hands to ... you know ... because the skin near the ring hurts real bad.”

Mom looked at my dick for a few seconds and then back up at my face. “Well, we’ll have to use a different method then. Go to the shower, and I’ll be there in a minute.”

I was both ashamed and excited about Mom catching me like this. What did she mean by ‘a different method’? I had thought of her in a sexual way before, so various thoughts rushed through my mind.

Mom had green eyes and long wavy brown hair, a flat tummy, decent-sized breasts, and a nice ass that could make anyone hard in an instant. She was definitely attractive.

Mom had entered the room wearing her pink uniform, most likely fresh from work. Her dress was knee-length, and she wore a belt around her waist. I couldn’t help but wonder what her bare ass would look like as she turned around and walked out, her hips swaying.

My cock raged in delight, sending a new jolt of pain as well as a bit of pleasure through my body. I strolled slowly to the shower, holding my dick and trying not to move it too much.

Mom walked as if in a dream. She’d noticed my increasing sexuality as I was becoming a man. It had been years since she had made love with a man and looking at my cock brought her desires to the forefront.

Mom quickly shed her uniform. She would always take it off as soon as she came back from the hospital and put it in the wash. She took off her stockings and picked up her clothes. She thought of wearing her usual t-shirt and pants, but then thought that her clothes would get wet in the bathroom.

What was she doing? She was going to do something forbidden in order to help her son. A part of her said that it was just a motherly instinct to help her son, but the other part said that she’s acting out of her womanly desires.

She quickly took off her tight bra, her breasts springing forward, her nipples already hard at the thought of tasting the forbidden fruit. Just the sight of my cock had gotten her dripping, and she wondered how I’d taste and feel in her mouth.

Mom found the thin white t-shirt that she sometimes wore. It was tight and just long enough to cover her ass, barely so. She quickly glanced at herself in the mirror. In an impulsive flash, she shed her panties, and bended forward to check the view in the mirror. A clear view of her clean-shaven pussy was presented as the t-shirt rode up. God help me, she thought, shivering in excitement.

I waited patiently in the shower. My cock was still stiff and erect. I looked down at the cock ring. It looked absurd at the base of my thick cock, squeezing my shaft. I looked up in surprise as Mom suddenly appeared. I could see her well-shaved, bare legs and thighs, her t-shirt barely covering her lower body. Before I could ogle her more, she steered me away.

“Now, we know the only way to get this off is by getting your dick soft. You can’t jerk off because it’s painful, but I have a remedy, but promise me that you must keep this a secret.” Mom said, trying to sound serious, but her face betrayed her emotions. “I’m your mom; I shouldn’t do this, but I can’t see you in pain, honey.” She said this as she dropped to her knees before me.

“I love you, Mom. I promise, I’ll keep my mouth shut forever, please help me.”

“Stay as you are,” she commanded, and then she reached forward to wrap her hand around the lower part of my shaft. She gently tugged at it. I winced in pain. She nodded to herself, took a deep breath, and then opened her mouth wide.

My own mouth was left gaping open as mom closed her eyes and took the tip of my cock in her mouth. My body shook up in desire, and I let out a moan, reaching down to grab her head. Her mind was so brilliant, my mom wanted to help me by sucking my cock. What the fuck!

Her other hand was moving down towards my balls until she cupped and kneaded them very gently. “Is it painful, honey?” She pulled her mouth off my dick and asked.

“Not at all, Mom. I think it will work.” I replied.

Mom returned to sucking on my tip. Her tongue languidly circled the tingling tip of my dick, and soon some precum dribbled out of my dick and landed on her lips. I heard her gasp a little when she tasted the salty flavor of my pre.

She sucked me in a few different strokes, first sucking my tip like a lollipop, then flicking the tip of her tongue against the frenulum, and lastly just rubbing her tongue flat against my slit and tip to bring me close to my climax. All this while, I felt her get wilder with each passing minute.

Immediately after placing my cock in her mouth, she began softly sucking me, as if it were her responsibility to help me. Now, though, she seemed to be taking pleasure in it. Her own saliva drooled down her chin as her lips pursed around my tip, and Mom sucked my tip like a lollipop once more.

Then it was the second technique again. Her soft and wet tongue felt so good, gliding along the sensitive underside, it was the part that felt most sensitive to me. She seemed to understand that from the way I reacted and moaned in reaction to her sucking.

I could feel this deep urge arising within my cock as her fingers and lips continued to work their magic.

The pressure kept increasing. Mom licked and sucked faster. My hips started quivering, and my knees felt weak, but I held onto myself. My whole body shook as the motherly and womanly desires of my own mom took me to the edge of ecstasy.

Then it was as if a large dam had burst. “AAAAGHH!” I yelled as I shot a huge load of cum. Burst after burst of semen erupted out of my cock, with a huge rush of pleasure and pain shaking my body. Mom wasn’t able to pull me out of her mouth in time, so I shot the first few loads into her mouth.

But then she reluctantly pulled away, as if not really wanting herself to enjoy what she had done. But that didn’t help either; some of my cum shot against her face and landed on her cheeks.

I couldn’t believe the speed and intensity of my release. Today was a first for many events.

Mom found the way my body twisted and bucked as I shot my load to be fascinating. She had to use all her self-restraint to prevent herself from grabbing and sucking my cock as it erupted. Instead, she let her left hand stay, cupping my balls and holding them close to my body.

When I was done, she gently left my balls hanging.

As my cock gradually softened, my mother removed the cock ring from my shaft with care. The ring had left a reddish mark around my shaft.

Turning slowly to the sink, she washed her mouth and face with some water and then hummed to a song as she cleaned up. She knew I would take the chance to look at her. Because she was aware that I desired her. “I hope you’re feeling good now. Don’t worry about the red mark, it will go away in a couple of days.”

“Thanks, Mom.” I replied, not quite being able to make sense of the relationship between us.

She avoided looking back at me as she washed her hand in the sink, and she wiggled her ass lightly to make sure the t-shirt was riding above her ass to give me a clear view of her ass.

I felt like he was in heaven, basking in the afterglow of the orgasm.

Mom was still leaning over the sink, her legs slightly parted. Her ass was the most beautiful object I’d ever seen. Her legs were clean, shaven, and shapely.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass. It was moving slightly now as she moved her hands. She suddenly dropped the soap on the bathroom floor and then bent over to pick it up. This made the white t-shirt she was wearing ride up her hips, giving me a glimpse of her pussy! It was pink and slightly puffy, parted just a crack, it was cleanly shaven and it was glistening with her juices.

Mom knew she had my full attention by now. Her desires were playing with her mind. She found the sight of my cock to be seductive, but she also believed it would be improper for her to even fantasize about me, let alone act on her feelings.

A million thoughts rushed through my mom’s mind. She wasn’t sure how to proceed. My cock would’ve been too sore for sex at that moment. At the same time, she badly wanted to touch my thick manhood. But she decided to take it slow. She turned around with a blank expression on her face.

“How does it feel now?” she asked in a professional tone, as if examining a patient. Stepping forward, she took my dick in her hand. A drop of cum still clung to the tip. She calmly spread it onto my dick. “Is it aching as much as it did before?” she asked, looking at me sharply.

“No,” I muttered. “Just a little sore.”

“How could it be when you’re teasing me like this?” I thought.

Mom was right in front of me, and her breasts were pressed against the tight t-shirt. Her nipples were poking out, screaming for attention. I almost leaned forward to caress them.

“Do you want me to help you with tending to the sore part?” Mom asked. “Yes, please, Mom.” I pleaded.

“Let me get something.” With that, she turned to open a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of vaseline. She dropped to her knees again, spreading some Vaseline gently around my bruised skin.

She still marveled at my girth and the size of my dick.

She looked very professional and displayed no emotions, but I knew that there was more to it than met the eye. She wouldn’t be dressed like this otherwise, I thought, admiring her nipples protruding in front of me and her hands slowly rubbing the vaseline up my shaft.

I put my arms on her shoulders for support as I winced with pain. I just wanted to hold her, hug her, and kiss her all over. My cock began to lurch at the sight, smell, and feel of touch, growing in Mom’s hands. The thought that Mom would sense my cock hardening right in her hands excited me even more and brought my hardness to attention.

My cock was growing in size and rigidity as she held it. It had been hardly a couple of minutes since my release. I noticed the lustful look in her eyes, but she drew back her hands and steadied herself. Things were moving too fast, and she seemed to need time. Moreover, the skin at the base of my cock was badly bruised.

She chuckled and said, “Don’t get too excited. You should be giving it a rest so that it heals up. Look, the skin is swollen and bruised. Let me put on some cotton dressing to prevent any more damage.”

She quickly wrapped my erect cock with cotton bandaging, maneuvering her hands to prevent it from knocking around as she wrapped my shaft.

“You should take some rest, and we’ll check on the progress tomorrow, ok?” she said, still looking at my cock, keeping her professional nurse tone and persona intact, walking away, though internally she yearned to linger.

“Sure, Mom. Thanks.” I stammered, my own emotions in turmoil. She looked so hot in that t-shirt. What would ‘check the progress’ entail? I couldn’t wait till tomorrow.

Mom headed straight to her bathroom, her finger already stroking her hard clit with the flowing juices, as she closed her eyes under the steaming water and brought back the vision of me and my throbbing hot meat in her hand, growing thicker and thicker. It didn’t take long for her own desire to blossom.

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Mom lay deep in thought. Still remembering the feel of my thick shaft in her hands and the taste of it in her mouth, she knew she had to take full advantage of this opportunity.

A 20 year old guy with an untapped libido, just waiting for the picking! It wasn’t like she was cheating on anyone. She was single and I was also an adult. She knew that I had enjoyed the whole thing as much as she did. There was nothing wrong about this. Mom said to herself again and again.

Just thinking about it made her feel hot and restless. She took a deep breath to calm herself. She had to play this right.

The next day she had the day shift from 8am to 4pm. That left her a lot of time in the evening. Mom went over her plans once more and feeling content she willed herself to sleep.

I was tossing and turning in my bed in the next room. Having Mom in such proximity, handling my dick in her beautiful fingers, and her lips sucking it, her breasts within inches of my grasp as they pressed against her t-shirt, I had quickly regained my hardness right in her hands.

Thoughts of Mom still filled my mind. She had kept a professional aloofness and bandaged my bruised skin, as if I was one of her routine patients lying limp in bed, ignoring the thick, throbbing cock begging for attention.

Still I could not get her out of my mind. My cock was throbbing now in a raging boner and the injured skin of my shaft seared with pain. I couldn’t risk jerking off, it could’ve hurt me again. The way she had sucked my cock had compelled me to have more intense fantasies about her. I really wanted to feel her hot, wet pussy around my cock too.

I lay frustrated in bed, thinking of ways to get close to my mom.

The next morning I found Mom in her uniform at the breakfast table, which meant she had the day shift and would be back by 4:30pm. I had to make sure he got home in time. I kept my head down and gulped down the cereal, afraid that looking at Mom would bring on another erection and make things pretty uncomfortable for me.

I got home by 4pm and quickly went to the bathroom to freshen up. I paced nervously in my room waiting for Mom to get home. How could I approach her? I realized that staying cooped up in my room wouldn’t help. I had to make sure that Mom knew I was home. I went downstairs just as Mom got in from work.