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Oedipal Urges at the Beach

Copyright© 2025 by IronBuddah

Chapter 3

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Haily and her son Nathan are trying to enjoy a vacation at the beach, but he won't leave the hotel room. When he starts acting even stranger, Haily leaves him alone to read a shocking magazine article she found in the hotel lobby. Is her son suffering from Oepipal urges? If so, what should she do about it? Haily is sure of one thing, reading that magazine article made her insanely horny.

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa   Consensual   Fiction   Incest   Mother   Son   First   Oral Sex   Big Breasts  

Haily was still waiting for her son to emerge without prompting when she heard him cuss from inside the bathroom, “Fuck!”

“Honey, what’s wrong?” She said, opening the bathroom door and stepping into the small space.

“Mom, don’t come in here!” Her son protested, but she was already inside. His cock was rock hard and pointed at the toilet bowl.

Haily guessed what his problem might be, “Do you need to pee, sweetie?”

“No!” Nathan snapped instantly before asking, “How did you know?”

“It’s a natural thing, honey; guys can’t pee when they’re hard.”

Now that she was looking at her son’s erection and he had admitted what the problem was, it was like the floodgates opened. Her son started babbling at her, “I felt funny when I was looking at your cleavage, then I noticed the side of one of your breasts. I felt really funny, and I thought I had peed in my pants. I made a huge mess, but it was white and gunky, not yellow like pee. Once I got done being embarrassed, I came out of the bathroom. Then I started thinking about your chest again, which made my penis hard. Then I realized I did need to pee, but I couldn’t. I thought I was close to peeing when I heard you get back to the room. Then my cock got harder than ever, and I’ve been trying to pee for a long time now. I have no idea what I need to do.”

“Easy, honey; don’t worry, this is nothing to be ashamed about. I was just reading a magazine article about how lots of boys your age are going through this. Now, you said the stuff in your pants was white; do you know what that is?”

Nathan answered uncertainly, “Semen?”

“That’s right, sweetie. So you know you ejaculated earlier today now, don’t you?”

“I was wondering,” her son admitted, looking like a scolded puppy.

“Now, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Like I said, the magazine article I just read said that many boys your age are looking at their mothers and feeling the need to ejaculate. It’s especially common if their mothers have stayed physically fit like I have, and it’s also common if they have large breasts. I have very large breasts, don’t I?”

“Yes, Mommy. They’re so big. I can’t take my eyes off of them. They’re making my penis feel funny again, but I’m not ejaculating like I did earlier. Is something wrong with me?”

“There’s nothing wrong, dear; you probably had a lot of pent-up jizz earlier today. Probably a huge amount since you said that had never happened before. It’s easier to ejaculate when that’s the case. It just means you’ll need a little help if you want to get more jizz out of your system.”

“Jizz?”

“Semen,” Haily answered her son. “Would you feel more comfortable if I called it semen?”

“I think it’s OK if you call it jizz, Mommy.”

“Well then, sweetie, do you want Mommy to help you ejaculate more jizz?”

“What sort of help are you going to give me?”

“This for starters,” Haily answered as she dropped to her knees in front of her son. His rock-hard cock was throbbing and slightly above eye level, and his own eyes were wide as saucers. She assertively gripped his shaft making sure to show off her manicured nails. “Do you like the feeling of Mommy’s hand on your penis, little boy? Do you like the look of Mommy’s pink nail polish?” Her son was much taller than she was now, but seeing him confused and in need of help reminded her of when he had been much younger.

“Yes, Mommy,” Nathan gasped. “I kind of feel like I might ejaculate again, maybe.”

“Let’s see if Mommy can’t make that maybe a definitely,” Haily cooed as she engulfed her son’s cockhead in her mouth. She was looking up at his face and was surprised to see a look of horror there. She applied a little suction, and he thrust his hips forward, driving more of his rod into her mouth. She could probably coax him into fucking her face easily enough. However, he surprised her.

“Mommy, are you sucking my cock?” When she nodded slightly, he went on, “Don’t do that, Mommy! Being called a cocksucker is one of the worst insults there is.”

She released her son’s dick from her mouth while continuing to hold the shaft. “Only people who have never had their cock sucked would think that. Besides, when it comes to me being a cocksucker, that ship sailed a long time ago. I wasn’t much older than you when I sucked my first dick!” Nathan was obviously shocked to learn that girls just a few years ahead of him at school were probably like she had been at that age, already having given their first blow jobs. He didn’t resist when she put the tip of his cock back into her mouth and started sucking on his shaft while pumping it with her hand. Haily hadn’t intended on this, but she was still super horny from the magazine article she had read. Her son seemed so desperate to cum; surely a blow job would get him off faster than a hand job. Haily tried to convince herself that was true, but she quickly enough admitted to herself that her own burning lust was the reason she was on her knees in a hotel bathroom sucking on her son’s cock. Given what she had just read, though, this did seem like something her son needed. He had admitted to not being able to take his eyes off her chest, and he also said he became rock hard just thinking about her breasts when she wasn’t even in the room.

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