Taking My Father’s Place
Copyright© 2025 by D.G.L
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - J.J. Wallace secretly desires his mother, Jonelle, a lonely woman neglected by her husband. While his father is away, J.J. begins gently seducing her, awakening feelings she’s long suppressed. Hesitant at first, Jonelle slowly surrenders to his tender touch and loving words. As passion blazes between them, J.J. transforms her fear into love, binding them in a forbidden relationship that defies family and morality.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Fiction Cuckold Wimp Husband Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Cream Pie Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Big Breasts Hairy Needles Size Transformation
On the second night after my affair with my mother began, I had a very busy shift at work and made several arrests. Because of all the paperwork I had to finish, I didn’t get home until almost 2 a.m. I fell asleep thinking positive thoughts about what would happen when I woke up in the morning. Those fantasies, it turned out, were far less than the reality I awoke to. In fact, I awoke to movement caused by somebody getting into bed with me. I opened my eyes and saw that the “somebody” was my mother. And, to my great delight, she was totally naked.
“Good morning, Jonelle,” I said.
“Mornin’” she replied. She stretched out next to me, snuggled her bare body against mine, and then she kissed me. It was the kind of kiss one lover gives another first thing in the morning, a wonderful, deep, passionate kiss.
“Wow!” I exclaimed when the kiss ended. I put my arm around her and began stroking her back lightly. I was surprised and delighted that my mother had come to my bed and was acting as if she wanted to make love with me. The hesitation and doubt I’d seen the past few days seemed to be gone.
“I could hardly stand waiting until he was gone,” she said. She put a “I was awake half the night last night thinking about bein’ with you again today.” She took a deep breath. “I couldn’t hardly wait until we could ... we could make ... make love again.”
I kissed her and she returned the kiss. I think I’ve probably told you that kissing my mother is more wonderful than kissing any other woman I’ve known, but that’s how I feel and I can’t think of any other way to put it. Jonelle’s lips are so soft and the feelings that go through me when we’re kissing are so incredible. I can’t even begin to describe what it’s like. Of course having her wonderful nude body writhing against mine when we’re kissing helps add to the pleasure, too.
I’d started to get hard the minute she slid into bed with me. The kisses we shared, plus the contact of her body against mine, had me completely hard in seconds. My erection, trapped between us, was sandwiched between her belly and mine.
Jonelle giggled. “Your thing’s hard again,” she murmured. “Is it always like that when you’re around women?”
“Not ‘women,’” I replied. “Just one particular woman. I’ve never been like this before.”
My comment turned her face bright red. “You ... you ain’t just saying that, are you?” she asked.
“What you’re feeling is action, not talk,” I said. “I can’t fake that.”
“Ah ... yeah ... I ... um ... I guess not,” she stammered. She closed her eyes and seemed to be thinking and while that was going on, her face seemed to get even redder. Then she took a long, deep breath, let it out, and opened her eyes. “Would ... would you ... uh ... if ... if I was ... if I said I...?” she stammered.
“What are you trying to ask me, Jonelle?” I said. I could see she found her question embarrassing, but didn’t have a clue what it was?
She avoided my gaze. “I ... I want to ... I want to ... um ... see ... you know ... um ... it,” she stammered.
“You want to see my erection?” I asked.
She nodded without speaking.
“Oh ... sure ... no problem,” I said. I pulled the covers off us and rolled onto my back. I sleep in the nude, so that left my swollen penis pointing at the ceiling. Well, all right, the angle it was at probably had it pointing at the spot where the walls and ceiling joined above the head of my bed.
Jonelle pushed herself up on one arm and gazed down my body at my erection. “I ... I never looked at a ... man’s ... um ... thing ... before,” she murmured, without taking her eyes off it.
“It’s called a penis,” I said. “The way mine is now, it’s an erection.” I know there are people who like to use cruder expressions for their sexual organs. I’m not one of them.
Jonelle looked at my erection for a while, then she turned and smiled at me. “You have a real pretty penis,” she said.
It was my turn to blush. Nobody ever told me I had a pretty penis before.
Her gaze returned to my erection. “Can ... can I ... uh ... touch it?” she asked hesitantly.
“Go ... ah ... ahead ... um ... help ... yourself.” It was my turn to stammer. Today was a whole lot different than yesterday and the day before had been. Maybe admitting that she did want our affair to continue left my mother feeling more able to be an active participant.
Mother reached out and touched the shaft of my erect penis with her finger. “It’s real hot,” she said softly. She slid her finger upward, along one of the veins sticking out on the side of my erection. “And it’s real hard, too.” She turned back to me. “It isn’t always hard, is it?”
“Ah ... no ... most ... of ... the time it ... it isn’t hard,” I managed to say. She was just barely touching me, but it felt wonderful.
“And it gets hard like this because of me?”
“Oh, yeah!”
She slid her fingers up and touched the purple, arrow-shaped tip. That felt way too good. I let out a soft groan and shuddered.
Jonelle pulled her hand back. “Did I hurt you?” she asked.
“Oh, God, no!” I told her. “What you were doing feels wonderful.”
“Oh, OK,” Jonelle said. She turned and again began running her fingers up and down the swollen shaft jutting from my middle. She traced the flared edge of the purple head of my erection, then slid a finger over the tip. “There’s something coming out of it,” she said, without turning around. “Some kinda slippery stuff.”
Incredible sensations were whipping through me. “Ah ... yeah ... uh ... when I’m ... ah ... um ... really turned on ... um ... like I ... ah ... am ... now, it ... um ... does that,” I explained. “You know ... I ... um ... I told you about it ... ah ... yesterday.”
“Oh, yeah, you did,” Jonelle said. She leaned over me a little bit and rubbed her finger over the tip of my erection again. That drew another groan from me. I experienced more fantastic sensations when, as she moved, her hair trailed over my lower chest. I’d never anticipated how absolutely great that would feel.
“You told me one time you did this to yourself, didn’t you?” Jonelle asked. She was tickling the side of my erection that faced my feet, a particularly sensitive part of my anatomy, and incredible feelings were shooting through me as a result. “When we ere talking about what I read about women playing with themselves in that stuff you gave me to read.” Her fingers continued to explore my erection, sending delicious feelings shooting through me. Her actions were not very expert but I think that made them even more thrilling.
“Ah ... um ... yeah ... I ... um ... do ... ah ... sometimes,” I stammered. “But ... it ... when I do it doesn’t ... ohhh ... feel as good ... as ... ummmm ... when ... ah ... you ... do ... it.”
She turned her head and looked at me. “How do you do it when you do it?” she asked.
I thought I’d anticipated every question she might ask, but I hadn’t. I couldn’t possibly have dreamed that I’d be lying in bed with my mother while she played with my erection and asked me about the technique I use when I masturbate. I couldn’t have dreamed it, but I was living it. “Ah ... I wrap my hand around it and ... you know ... stroke it,” I croaked.
“I kinda thought it might be something like that,” Jonelle said. She wrapped her hand around my erection and began stroking me.
“Oh, God!” I groaned. My body jerked. I was being masturbated by someone else for the first time in my life, that someone was my mother, and it felt way better than it ever felt when I did myself.
Jonelle heard my exclamation and felt me move and stopped, although she did keep her hand wrapped around my erection. “Did I hurt you?” she asked.
“Ah ... no ... it feels ... incredible,” I gasped. “It feels way too good, actually. If ... if you keep that up, you could make me come. I’m gonna make a huge mess if that happens.”
“Oh yeah?” she said. She glanced at me and smiled. “You mean if I keep doin’ this...” She began sliding her hand up and down on my erection faster and faster. “ ... you’re gonna shoot your stuff?”
“Ah ... yeah ... I ... Oh, God! I sure am!” I moaned in reply. “Are ... are you sure you ... want me ... to ... to make a mess?”
“Go ahead,” she replied. She’d gone back to staring at my erection while she stroked it. I could see the side of her face and noticed that she was a little flushed and that the tip of her tongue was jutting out from between her lips. It made me wonder if she wasn’t getting a little turned on by what she was doing.
I lifted my hand and started to caress her back while she stroked me. She didn’t turn her head or give me any indication she was aware of my caress. She did keep stroking me, though. My insides were churning and I was feeling better than I’d ever felt before from masturbation. If what I was experiencing was any indication, I was going to hit the ceiling when I finally did come.