Story 2: Quarantined with His Hot Mom

Who would have thought having no school, playing video games, and masturbating to porn would get boring?

Three weeks into quarantine, and I missed doing things.

My mom was paranoid. She always made me use hand sanitizer and wear a mask. The only time I could leave the house was to go shopping with her. When did going to the grocery store with my mom become something to look forward to just to get out? To move and do shit.

I was horny all the time. There were no girls at all to hang around with. Porn was fine, but that wasn’t the same thing as being with a girl. I was sixteen, my hormones bursting through me. I just wanted to rut. To fuck. To get a simple handjob.

God, that would be nice.

I stumbled into the bathroom on what felt like day 501 of the quarantine but was really only day twenty-three. That didn’t seem like a long time, but our apartment wasn’t all that big. My room felt like a coffin. The living room a prison. Mom was always around.

My warden.

I had just woken up. Time was losing all meaning. I wasn’t sure what day of the week it was. All the daily routine that mattered, especially weekday versus weekend, had lost all meaning what so ever. Mom might have to work from home via the computer, but I just had to exist.

The urine streamed out as I blinked my eyes and stared at my phone. I browsed the tedium that was social media. All these dumb posts about staying home, staying safe. Some of the Instagram THOTs I followed were in crazy prepper mode like they were survivalist thinking the world was going to collapse.

Maybe it was.

I yawned and stretched. As I did, I spotted the pair of panties lying on the floor. They were red and made of silk. I blinked at that. Those couldn’t be my mom’s panties. They were too ... sexy. They had black lace on the waistband.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my cock going full erect in a half a second. I swallowed as I stared at them. I snagged them up.

The fabric felt so smooth on my skin. Cool. Sleek. I rubbed across them and then held them up before me. They were cut narrow. They would show some butt-cheek in the back. These weren’t the sort of panties a mom should be wearing.

My dick throbbed and ached as I held them. I pictured my mom in them. I shuddered. She was a good-looking woman. I had always known that. She didn’t get fat like some of my friend’s moms. She stayed in shape. I supposed she was busty. I had a feeling a few of my friends liked to come around to ogle her, but they didn’t make it explicit.

Probably because they knew I’d kick their asses if they did.

I slid my fingers over the fabric some more. I heard the shower drip. There was still some condensation on the mirror. Mom must have missed picking up these panties when she finished taking her shower. I shuddered. She had just taken a shower, hadn’t she?

She had been wearing these recently.

My finger stroked down to the gusset. I felt the fabric that pressed against her pussy. My dick ached. Throbbed with such painful need. I had to cum. There was no stopping it. I swallowed, wanting to grab my cock.

But I was holding Mom’s panties. They were so nice. Felt so good. What would they feel like on my cock?

“Jesus,” I muttered, glancing at the door. It was locked. I could hear Mom bustling through the house. She was always doing something. Cleaning. Cooking. Working.

Wandering.

I brought my mom’s panties down to my dick. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I was so horny. So in need of something feminine. I wrapped the cloth around my dick. I shuddered at how cool the fabric felt on my hot cock. I wrapped my mom’s panties around my junk.

I stroked myself.

I closed my eyes as I ran that sleek fabric up and down my dick. I tried to think of anyone else. Some of the girls in my class. My busty English teacher who always wore the most low-cut dresses. Margo Robbie in that sexy Harley Quinn outfit from Suicide Squad, and not that garbage bag she wore in the second movie she was in. The delectable Scarlett Johansson in her skin-tight suit. I groaned, stroking faster and faster.

I thought of all those women, but who was it that kept intruding?

The owner of the panties.

Mom.

Smiling with brown, curly hair falling around her motherly face. She was seductive, wearing these panties and nothing else. Big boobs swaying naked. Nipples fat and hard. Her hips curving. Ass plump and looking hot.

“Mommy knows what you need, Eric,” whispered through my mind. “Mmm, your mommy knows how to please you.”

It wasn’t something I wanted to think about, but I couldn’t drive it away. I stroked the panties up and down my cock faster as I imagined my mother sauntering to me, her breasts swaying. So big and plump. A MILF in all the right ways.

“Just let Mommy suck on that cock,” she cooed in my mind. “Mommy will help you cum. I know. You can’t get those sluts at your school to do it right now. But I’m here. Let your Mommy make this easier for you.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, pumping faster with the panties.

In my mind, she kissed at the tip of my cock. Mom stared up at me, her brown eyes full of such desire. She grabbed my cock in one hand, fisting it. Her tongue swirled around the crown, stimulating it. My balls tightened.

I fisted my cock as fast as I could. The panties caressed my dick with cool delight. The pressure swelled in my balls. It was too hot. Too exciting. Incest. Her lips slid over the crown. She sealed them around my shaft and sucked hard.

I erupted.

I groaned as my cock pumped load after load of my cum into my mom’s panties. I shuddered, pleasure slamming into my mind. Mom moaned around my cock. She drank down my cum in my fantasy. She loved it.

“That’s just the best cum I’ve ever had,” she purred through my mind.

I hit the peak of my orgasm. I sucked in breaths, swaying. Darkness washed over my vision for a moment. As it cleared, I descended down into panting bliss. I sucked in deep breaths, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Fuck,” I groaned, sucking in deep breaths. I swallowed, shocked by what I had just imagined. It was insane. I didn’t just fantasize about that. I couldn’t have pictured mom doing that. I panted, my heart pounding.

Mom sucking my dick?

I stared down at the panties and groaned. Cum had bled through the fabric. More soaked it. I ripped it from my cock and thrust it under the faucet. I turned it on and washed my jizz off while I shuddered from the intensity of it.

I couldn’t remember the last time masturbating had felt that good. Thinking about my mom had set me off like nothing else. I panted, my heart throbbing. I glanced at myself in the mirror, my face flushed. I had a shadow of whiskers. I had shaved yesterday. I could probably shave again today. I ran a hand through my brown hair.

“Fuck,” I muttered, gripping the wet panties.

What to do with these?

I pulled on my boxers and then opened the bathroom door. Mom’s humming came from the living room. I swallowed and headed to her room. She had a clothes hamper in there. I slipped through the open door. Her bed was neatly made. There was a picture of my dad, killed when I was five over in Afghanistan, in his dress uniform on the dresser. A hamper was next to it. I opened it and dropped the panties in.

There was an even slinkier pair. I picked up this purple satin. It was a thong in the back but cut wide in the front. I held the dainty thing. My mom wore thongs? My dick throbbed in my boxers. My heart hammered.

“Eric,” Mom called. “I hear you moving around. Want some breakfast?”

“Yeah, Mom,” I gasped and bolted from her room before she found me. I ducked into mine, the thong still in hand.

I thrust it beneath my pillow, my dick already hard again. I shuddered and grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I dressed quickly, wanting to masturbate again, but I could hear Mom making something for breakfast. If I didn’t go out there, she would come for me in here.

And if she found out I had stolen a pair of her panties.

I headed down the short hallway to the living room. The kitchen and little dining area were all one large space divided more by furniture. Mom was at the stove. She wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing sexy, but my eyes were on her ass.

What sort of panties was she wearing? A thong? Something lacy? God, I couldn’t believe the sort of underwear she had. My dick pulsed and throbbed as I sank down on the couch and turned the TV on. I didn’t care what was on as I kept staring at her cooking.

“So,” she said, her back still to me, “you going to do any schoolwork?”

I rolled my eyes. My school had assigned a bunch of pointless busywork. It was even more useless than most of the time. “Maybe.”

“No maybe,” she said, turning around. Her t-shirt fit tight around her torso. Her breasts were big. They had a perkiness to them. Was she wearing a push-up bra? My dick throbbed. If she had on sexy panties, her bra must be a matching affair. She wagged a spatula at me that had bits of scrambled eggs stuck on it. “You’re going to get it done.”

“Yeah,” I said. “After breakfast.”

“You better,” she said and then turned around, her hair swaying.

Ideas popped in my head of just coming up on mom and saying something corny like, “Here’s a better way of passing time in quarantine: worshiping my dick!”

It was something straight out of porn. It made me so hard. I closed my eyes, seeing her in the thong now. The cloth vanished in between her bubbly butt-cheeks. Her bra lifting her tits into a jiggling shelf of cleavage. Her nipples pressed on the material, just needing me to pull the cloth down and suck on them.

Then I could bury my face between them. A set of tits that big needed to be worshiped. Motor-boated. My sweaty hands rubbed on my shorts. My balls ached with another load of cum that needed releasing. The itch tingled across the tip of my cock.

I didn’t want to masturbate. I wanted—

“Breakfast is done,” Mom said. “Go wash your hands.”

I snapped my eyes open and groaned. “Yes, Mom.”

“And no sass.” She waggled the spatula again. “You don’t want to spread it. Wash your hands and don’t touch your face.”

I pulled my hands from scratching at my nose. “I’m not getting it stuck in the apartment all the time.”

“That’s right,” she said, smiling at me. “Now go. Wash your hands. Thoroughly.”

I swallowed my retort. Part of me wanted to bend my mother over the counter and fuck her hard, the other part wanted to tell her to fuck off about the disease. I was sick and tired of it. I wanted my life back. I wanted to be free. If I wasn’t stuck inside, I wouldn’t be bethinking of my mother...

“Just let Mommy suck that cock and take care of that hardon,” whispered through my mind. “I told you, whatever you need to get through the quarantine. Your mommy’s here for you.”

“Fuck,” I muttered as I pretended to wash my hands. I let the water run. Splashed around under it once or twice. Then I wiped my hands off. “I need to get out of this fucking apartment.”

I headed back out to find a plate full of scrambled eggs and bacon, along with a glass of orange juice, at the table. Mom sat at the head, staring at her phone. I sat down, glancing at her. She was still relatively young. She had married Dad at eighteen. Had me a year later. She hummed as she browsed at her phone.

She shook her head. “Why are so many people complaining about the quarantine. It’s for our safety. That’s more important than anything else.”

“Maybe because they want to fucking do things,” I said.

“Language, Eric,” she said, not looking at me. “And you do things. Didn’t you spend all day yesterday killing your friends in Call of War.”

“Duty,” I muttered. “And it’s not the same.”

“I seemed to recall you complaining when I would make you stop playing your games, now you are unhappy because you get to play them all you want?”

“It’s not that,” I groaned. “I’m just tired of being in this apartment.”

“Well, if there’s anything you need me to do to help out,” she said. “I’m going shopping this afternoon. We could get you...” She frowned.

“Nothing,” I muttered. “It’s not like you can...” I swallowed. I almost mentioned how horny I was.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I muttered and took a sullen bite of my scrambled eggs.

“It’s always nothing when you’re sixteen.” She sighed. “I have to get to work. You clean up and do that schoolwork.”

“You’re not going to work. You’re going to your bedroom to sit at your computer.”

“Yes, work.” She stood up and bustled out. I turned, my head staring at her ass. What sort of panties did she have on now? My dick throbbed.

I didn’t do homework after breakfast. Instead, I coated her thong in a load of jizz. After, I lay there, wondering just how horny quarantine had made me. I grabbed my phone and Googled mother and son incest. I got a lot of hits. Stories. Videos that claimed to be incest but were probably fake. Comics.

There was so much out there. I couldn’t believe it.

I jerked off again. That thong wasn’t big enough to take two loads of jizz.

I became restless over the next week. Horny all the time. I kept stealing Mom’s panties. She had so many different types. They were all sexy. She had one pair with a bow on the front, another with little holes in the fabric over her pubic mound that formed a heart. Her bras were equally exciting. Low cut. Lacy. I spurted cum all across them thinking I was jizzing on her tits.

She filled my mind.

“Just yank down Mommy’s jeans and slip into my pussy if you’re horny, Eric,” would pop into my mind when I would see her at the counter. Or, “Let Mommy massage your cock with her big tits. That will help you relax.”

The idea of incest wouldn’t leave me. It made me want to avoid her as the guilt swelled. I kept snapping at her over dumb shit. The apartment was too small. It was nearing the end of the month. Quarantine was supposed to end.

But our asshole governor seemed to take gleeful joy in extending it another month.

“Fuck!” I exploded as I sat in the living room watching the press conference. “Another month of this shit?”

“I know, it’s not ideal,” she said. “But the governor is just trying to keep us safe.”

“Fuck safe, I need to get out of here!” I needed to get laid. There were a couple of sluts at my school that I just wanted to slide into.

“Eric,” Mom said. “I know it’s annoying, but you need to calm down.” She smiled. “We can make it through this. Just have to work together.”

“I don’t want to work together. I want to go fucking hang out at my friends.”

She gasped. “And what if one of them has it?” She stood up and shook her head. “It’s just for another month. This is serious.”

I grunted.

“Eric,” she said. “I’m sorry, but you’re sixteen. Almost a man. You have to understand that life doesn’t give you what you always need or want. Now, what can I do to help you out.”

“Let me go to the park,” I growled.

“The parks are all closed,” she said. “Besides, you could run into sick people.”

I rolled my eyes. “I need to run around, Mom. I got all this fucking energy in me.”

“Language!”

I balled my fists tight. “Fuck my language. You don’t get it. I’m so ... so...”

“What?” she demanded. “What is so bad about staying home for another few weeks with your mother? I give you your space. I don’t barge into your bedroom. Let you play your dumb video games. What don’t I get?”

“That I...” I couldn’t say it. “It’s nothing you can help me with, Mom.”

“You don’t know that.” She folded her arms. “I used to be a teenager, too. I understand things. I can be hip.”

“You can’t. You’re my mother. You are the one person that can’t help me.”

“Try me,” she said. “What is it, Eric? You can tell me. Don’t keep it bottled up. It’s just me and you.”

Her arms folding across her chest had pulled her t-shirt even tighter about her bra. The thin material let the straps bleed through. The lace. I had cum into the cups of that bra before, I realized, recognizing the trim. My dick throbbed so hard, almost exploding. Why did she have to wear sexy underwear?

“I’m fucking horny, Mom!” I growled. “I need to go out. Meet some girls. I need to ... to...”

Her cheeks went pink. “Oh. You’re not...” She trailed off. “I mean, I know what you do in there.”

Embarrassment washed over me. “No, it’s not fucking enough. I’m going to explode. Let me go out. There’s got to be someplace I can meet a girl or ... I...”

She bit her lip. Then she thrust her hand out and cupped my cock through my shorts. “I can ... give you a handjob. Just ... Just this one time. Because of the quarantine. I know how backed up boys can get.”

I stared at my mom in shock. She looked as stunned as me that she was doing it. She bit her lips. Her thighs rubbed together. Then I realized something. She wore sexy underwear for a reason. Did she get horny, too?

What had been going through her mind for the last few weeks? Was she hooking up when I thought she was out working?

Her hand slid up my shaft, the pleasure racing down my balls. I stood there, chest rising and falling, as she shoved her hand into my shorts and then my boxers. She grasped my cock with her bare hand. I groaned at the contact of someone other than me touching my dick.

Warm palm. Delicate fingers. A woman’s hand. My mother’s.

I groaned as she pulled me out. She gasped as she stroked up and down me. Was she shocked by the size, or that she was actually jerking me off? Either way, her hand felt amazing pumping up and down my cock.

It felt fantastic every time she stroked to the pinnacle and caressed over the mushroom-like crown of my cock. pleasure shot down it. My hands balled into fists. My chest rose and fell. Mom panted as she worked her hand up and down my dick.

“Mom,” I groaned.

“I know,” she said. “You’re horny. This will help you out, okay?”

“Yeah.” My chest grew tighter. “Damn, that hand...”

She pumped up and down my cock with such stroking intensity. It was incredible. I groaned at it. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping wild blood through my veins as my mother stroked me. She built and built that ache at the tip.

My fantasies crashed into the reality of her hand. My balls tightened. It was incredible. I groaned at her stroking touch. I stared at her face. Her cheeks flushed red. Her lashes long and dark. She licked her pink lips.

“Suck it,” I growled.

Her grip tightened on my shaft as she gasped, “What? No!”

“I need more than a handjob, Mom,” I panted. “Please. Just suck it. That’s what I need.”

She swallowed. Then she sank to her knees. I trembled there as my mom stared at the tip of my dick up close. Then she kissed the crown. I shuddered at the softness of her lips. She smooched around me. I closed my eyes, my heart beating faster and faster.

Her tongue flicked out, sliding over the slit. A shiver ran through me. That felt amazing. My mom knew how to love a cock with her mouth. Her tongue was practiced. It was so weird thinking that my mom knew anything about sex.

She’d made me with sex, though.

Her lips kissed and licked around it. She stroked the base, moaning as she worked. She squeezed her eyes shut and then slid her lips over the crown. I groaned at the intensity of it. My balls tightened as my mother nursed on my cock.

“Fuck, Mom!” I groaned as she suckled, making such wet and naughty sounds. “Damn.”

She bobbed her head. She slid her lips up and down my shaft. Her tongue fluttered around the crown. It was incredible. The pressure grew and grew in my balls. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. The heat rushed through me. This incredible surge of bliss.

My fingers flexed as Mom sucked. She nursed on my cock. She worked her lips up and down it. I closed my eyes, loving every moment of it. Her tongue danced. She swirled it about my crown, stimulating it. My balls tightened.

“Damn, Mom,” I groaned. “You’re good. Fuck, you’re good.”

She sucked harder. She moaned as she did, the humming sound vibrating around my cock. I groaned, my nuts tightening. The pressure grew faster and faster. I wanted this to last. I wanted to keep enjoying this forever, but...