Chapter 1: My Loving Mother's Naughty Relief

Quarantined with my mom and sis in a three-bedroom apartment...

Kill me now.

When I could go out and hang with my friends, even when I had to go to school five days a week, I could get out of the estrogen zone. So could my two sisters. Mom had to work. We all could leave. Now I was stuck in the house with them twenty-four hours. The four of us stuck in this tiny space.

No privacy. Nowhere to really go to escape. People were always around. It was nerve-wracking trying to rub one out with people moving about the apartments. I was sixteen. A ball of hormones. I mean, everything made me hard, and when my sisters—especially Auburn, my older sister—pranced around in shorts and a t-shirt...

Fuck, I had no other girls to stare at.

Auburn was seventeen going on twenty-three. She looked so mature. So hot as she darted around in booty shorts that hugged her rump or yoga pants that hugged her rump or even just panties that hugged her rump. And those tits. She didn’t have tits as big as Mom, but she came close. Perky boobs that jiggled beneath her crop tops and belly shirts and tank tops and just her bra. She could be the cover model on Playboy.

Jamie was cute, but at fourteen she didn’t have the curves of our older sister. Still, she could be wearing a pair of panties and bending over, and there was a cute butt before me and ... POP! Erection. A hardon. I had to go rub one out.

But how?

How could I get comfortable doing that? Mom was home all the time. Her bedroom had become her office, too. And guess who shared a wall with her? If I started jerking off, I just knew she could hear the springs of my bed creaking and groaning as I rubbed my cock. The whole apartment could probably hear.

They would know what I was doing. It was so fucking embarrassing.

“Don’t hog the shower!” screeched Jamie as I lay in my room, fighting off the latest urge to masturbate thanks to Auburn and those panties she had been wearing. They didn’t even cover all of her ass. Not a thong precisely. I didn’t know what to call them, but they left the bottom swells of her peachy rump on display.

I just wanted to grab my cock and—

“I know you’re jilling off with the shower massager in there!” Jamie hissed.

My cock twitched at that. Masturbating with the showerhead? Mom had gotten that a few years ago when we moved in. I didn’t know girls could do that. Suddenly, the images of Auburn, her dyed-blonde hair plastered wet about her shoulders and water dripping off her large, lush breasts filled my mind. She held the showerhead between her thighs, spraying her twat and rubbing it around.

“No, I’m not!” Auburn yelled back.

I shuddered at the comment, my dick throbbing as my two sisters argued. We had two bathrooms, but there was only so much hot water. My mind, however, drifted. I bit my lip, wanting to just shove my hand into my shorts and stroke one off.

Just beat off to the image of my older sister rubbing that shower head up and down her pussy. I groaned, hearing Mom having a Zoom meeting through the walls of my bedroom. She was just beyond my head.

I rolled over onto my side, buried my face in my pillow, and groaned out my frustration.

The image of my sister masturbating in the shower lingered for days. I had to wait until the middle of the night, when I was certain everyone was asleep, to spank it. I would plug my earbuds into my phone and go to PornHub. I’d find some step-brother/step-sister porn and jerk off.

I was so horny most of the time, I’d cum in a minute.

Relief. Blessed relief.

This night, I was waiting for that to happen. I was chilling, watching YouTube. It was nearly midnight. The apartment felt so quiet. This was it. My time to rub one out. I shuddered. I eased my hand into my shorts to grab—

My sisters’ bedroom door opened. Auburn and Jamie had to share a room since the divorce. We went from living in a big home to this apartment. I knew Auburn couldn’t wait to move out. The pair must be strangling each other in there.

Footsteps padded down the hallway and then into the bathroom. I had a feeling it was Auburn. It sounded like hers. Jamie usually had more pep to her steps. I pictured my little sister’s petite body darting down the hallway, her braid of brown hair flying behind her.

I pushed up my glasses, my hand gripping my cock. I had to wait for my sister to finish peeing and go back to bed. I sighed, my dick throbbing in my hand. The ache at the tip was intense. I had to stroke one out. Mom had been wearing a pair of panties, too. She didn’t do that often, but she had come out to get something and she had a nice ass, too.

Plump and so spankable.

God, I needed to get out of the apartment. Get around women that weren’t related to me by blood. This was getting so fucked up. I bit my lip, waiting to hear the bathroom door open, the footsteps padding down the hall, and the bedroom door close.

Instead, the shower turned on.

I frowned. Why was Auburn taking a shower in the middle of the night? Unless...

Jamie’s words had my dick throbbing even harder. Was my sister in the shower jilling off with the showerhead. Did she rub it between her thighs, jets of water squirting into her pussy. Her big boobs jiggled in my mind as she groaned.

Curiosity blazed in me. I bit my lip, staring at the door. The sound of the shower was so loud. Maybe she just needed to cool off or something. We were a month into the lockdown, April almost over. I had to find out.

I slipped out of my bed, my hand holding my cock. I padded to the door and opened it slowly. I winced at the creak then stepped out into the hallway. It was dark in the house. Light spilled from beneath the bathroom door. I crept to it and pressed my ear against it.

I listened for the moaning. I heard the water spraying. Lots of dripping. There was something about it that sounded ... wrong. Different then it should. It was strangely muffled. Was she rubbing it against her pussy. My hand squeezed my cock in my shorts.

I closed my eyes, focusing all my will upon hearing if she was masturbating. I wanted to hear those moans. I had to know. My sisters got horny, right? Did Jamie masturbate? When I was fourteen, I was jerking off all the time. And Auburn was older. She had a few boyfriends by now. I knew she wasn’t a virgin.

Was that a moan?

A whimper?

I swallowed, my heart thundering. The sound of the water spraying was muffled. It had to be pressed against her pussy right now. My dick twitched and throbbed as I listened to her masturbating. I could see her clearly now, her head thrown back, bleached-blonde hair swaying.

That was definitely a moan. She was building towards her orgasm. She was—

“Shhh,” a voice whispered behind me. “Don’t yell, Rick.”

I froze. Mom was behind me. She had caught me listening to my sister in the shower with my hand ... my hand down in my shorts. I swallowed, slowly pulling my hand out of my shorts. My entire body was stiff as fear swept through me. My cock...

Stayed hard.

I straightened, my heart pounding a mile a minute. I trembled, my mouth so dry. I could feel Mom right behind me. I turned slowly to find her wearing a t-shirt and those panties from earlier, her black hair falling about her round, pale face.

“I...” Words struggled to form. I had to come up with a lie. Something to explain what I was doing. “This ... It’s not...”

She put a finger to her lips and then she grabbed my hand. I swallowed as she led me down the hallway, past my bedroom, to her open door at the end of the hallway. I shuddered. I was so dead. She was about to yell at me. She just didn’t want my sister to know I was perving on her.

My shoulders sagged as Mom pulled me into her room and then closed the door. I squirmed there. She had the biggest room in the apartment, but it was cramped with her new desk shoved against the wall our rooms shared, her bed pushed over, her dresser and end tables. Her own bathroom door lay open, a small nightlight glowing from in there that shed an amber light that fell across half her face.

“Mom,” I groaned.

“I know,” she said, her voice gentle. “Poor thing. You’re horny. I can tell. And Auburn doesn’t make it easy for you, does she?”

I stared in shock at her.

“It’s okay,” she purred and then slid her hand into my shorts. I gasped as she grabbed my cock, her fingers so soft. I was still mostly hard but had started to finally soften. Now...

Now I sprang to full erection. I shuddered at the feel of her hand about me. I hadn’t had a girlfriend yet. I was a nerd. Shy. I groaned at the feel of another person’s hand touching me. Soft. Feminine. My heart pounded in my chest as she drew me out.

She stroked her hand up and down my shaft. I groaned, my toes curling as she worked her hand. She caressed up to the tip and then slid back down to the root. It was incredible. Her hand felt like silk about my dick. Her strokes were so much more intense than doing it myself.

“Mom,” I groaned.

“Shh,” she whispered. “Let’s not let your sisters know. Mmm, just let your mommy take care of you. Poor boy. Stuck in the house with three women. I know. I had brothers. Just relax and cum.”

Hearing my mother say the C word had me groaning. It was hard to think that Mom knew anything about sex other than the missionary position. Giving handjobs and saying cum were just not things I associated with her.

Now...

My balls tightened. Her hand pumped up and down, her grip perfect. She massaged over the tip, my precum soaking her hand. I squeezed my eyes shut. I was building towards my orgasm so fast. I hurtled towards it.

“Oh, god, Mom,” I panted.

“Are you about to cum?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Oh, no,” she groaned. “I need something to contain the mess.” She shot her other hand out to her dresser, still pumping up and down my cock. She snagged out a pair of satin, red panties. She pressed the cool fabric into the tip.

I gasped at the feel of Mom’s panties on the spongy crown of my cock. My balls burst with pleasure. I groaned and unloaded my cum. My body bucked and dick pulsed in her hand. Each blast of cum slammed ecstasy into my mind as my jizz splashed onto her panties.

Intense, insane rapture pummeled my thoughts. I swayed there as Mom pumped her hand up and down my spurting cock. She worked out the jizz from my balls, my spunk soaking her panties. I quivered there, my body shuddering one final time.

I hit the peak of ecstasy then panted.

“There,” Mom said and pushed my cock back into my shorts. She pulled them up and then patted my softening dick. “You don’t need to go perving around your sisters. Come to mommy if you need relief. I’ll take care of you.”

“Mom?” I groaned, staring at her in shock.

“It’s just for the quarantine. I know you jerk off when you’re alone in the apartment, but it’s hard with everyone home, right?”

“Yeah,” I panted.

“So, until this lockdown ends and you can have your privacy back,” she said, smiling, “just come to me. I’ll take care of you.”

“Mom?” I groaned. “What? Why?”

“Because I’m your mother,” she said, shaking her head, sounding amused. “And I love you. I want to make sure you’re happy. Now, you don’t need to be spying on Auburn when she’s masturbating.”

My cock twitched at that. Even Mom knew what Auburn was doing.

I headed back to my room and sat down on my bed. I shuddered, lying down. I lay there, my cock getting hard again. I heard a buzzing sound from Mom’s room as I lay there in a daze. Auburn finished up in the shower and headed to bed, satiated. I should be, too, but I kept replaying what happened.

How great Mom’s hand felt and...

“Fuck,” I muttered. I was hard again. I could just stroke one out, but ... Was Mom still awake? It was nearly an hour later, past midnight. I shouldn’t wake her, but her hand had felt so much better than my own.

My heart pounding, I climbed out of bed. I padded down the hallway and knocked gently at her door, whispering, “Mom.”

“Come in,” she answered after a moment. “I suppose you are sixteen. Need more?”

I blushed with embarrassment as I opened the door and crept in. She sat up in bed and kicked off the covers as I padded to her. She had her thighs pressed tight together. I swallowed, realizing she didn’t have panties on. Why had she taken them off? Did she not sleep in her panties?

On the nightstand, the pair I had cum in were lying there, matted in my drying jizz beside her back massager. She grabbed my cock and stroked me as she sat on the bed. I shuddered as she pumped her hand up and down my cock.

I lasted longer this time.

As I was about to cum, she grabbed the pair of panties she had been wearing earlier. They were in her sheets. She pressed them to my cock. I shuddered. These were panties that had been touching her. I groaned at the feeling of the wet cloth smearing on the tip of my dick.

I exploded.

Mom gave me a handjob every night for the next week. Sometimes, in the morning, too. Before her zoom meeting, she would jerk me off. She would be wearing a professional blouse from the waist up but would be in sweatpants or even just panties while I came. Her coworkers couldn’t see her otherwise.

It was incredible every time.

It was in the evening. I was watching TV in the living room, bored, when Jamie ran out of her bedroom in a tank top and a pair of panties. They were purple and frilly. She was no longer wearing her little girl panties but more adult affairs. Her braid swayed behind her. She reached the fridge and bent over, digging through the bottom of it.

I groaned to see how her panties had ridden up into the crack of her ass and pulled tight against her pussy. She wiggled around, shoving things around in the fridge. I swallowed, my heart pounding. My cock went leaden.

“Mom,” Jamie shouted. “Are we out of yogurt?”

“I’m buying some tomorrow,” said Mom, her eyes on me. I glanced at her and she stared at my crotch. She arched her eyebrow at me then motioned with her hand, that universal sign language for a handjob.

I nodded.

“Ugh,” Jamie answered and then pulled out an apple. She darted back to her bedroom. She went inside, and I heard Auburn growling something and Jamie snarling back.

Mom stood up. She sauntered by me, her ass clad by a pair of yoga pants. I groaned and followed after her. My dick twitched and throbbed, needing that burst of cum. I had to empty my balls. I couldn’t control myself.

“Are you staring at my ass?” she asked as we passed my sisters’ room.

“Yeah, Mom,” I said. No point in hiding it.

“Naughty boy,” she said. She opened her door and grinned at me. She had a mature and beautiful face. A woman’s face. A MILF. I had never been obsessed with MILFs like a lot of my friends. I had preferred girls my own age, but now...

I got it.

Older women could be so sexy.

I brushed past Mom, feeling her breasts through her t-shirt. Her nipples poked hard against the fabric. I shuddered at the feel of them. I entered her bedroom and just dropped my shorts. They fell to the ground, my cock popping out. Then I opened her panty drawer to pick out the pair to catch my cum.

“Mmm, I’m tired of washing my panties,” she said and fell to her knees before me.

“Oh,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment. “Kleenex then?”

She shook her head, her hand grabbing my cock. I frowned. She was right before me, my cock aimed at her face. She pumped her hand up and down my dick. I shuddered at how amazing her hand felt. This incestuous rush shot through me.

“Then how are you catching the mess?” I asked.

“Mmm, like this,” she purred, and then Mom kissed the tip of my cock.

“Holy fucking shit!” I gasped as her lips smooched at the crown of my dick, her touch hot and soft and amazing. “Mom!”

“Just easier than having to wash an extra load of panties a week,” she purred, her eyes staring up at me hot. “Just relax, Rick.” She winked at me.

Then she swallowed my cock and sucked.

How the fuck could I relax with my mother blowing me?

She had her mouth wrapped around my cock. She sucked on me with hunger. She nursed on me with passion. Her lips sealed tight about my cock. She bobbed up and down, suckling at me with this shocking amount of force. I groaned, my face contorting as I savored the feel of her mouth about my dick. It was this amazing, passionate, awesome sensation.

I groaned, my heart pounding as she nursed on me. She flicked her tongue around my dick. She swirled it about me, teasing me. It was awesome to experience. Then her cheeks hollowed as she nursed again.

“God,” I groaned, pleasure spiking through my body every time she suckled. “I mean ... Mom!”

She slid her lips off my cock, caressing the sensitive tip.

PLOP!

A line of saliva connected her lips to my dick that snapped as she said, “Rick, honey, quiet. Your sisters can’t know. Now, just let Mommy take care of you. Mmm, just be a good boy.”

I nodded, my heart racing.

She swallowed my cock again. It was even better the second time. I shuddered and reveled in this delight. This warm and exciting pleasure encased my dick. She swirled her tongue around my cock’s tip. It was incredible to feel. I shuddered, loving every second of that naughty sucking.

My mom blew me.

My sexy, MILF of a mother blew me.

Her lips worked up and down my cock, sealed so tight about me. My hands balled into fists as I enjoyed every last second. Every last moment of her mouth suckling and nursing and worshiping my cock, her green eyes staring up at me.

I pushed up my glasses, my chest rising and falling. Her hand gripped the base of my cock. I hardly noticed with how amazing her lips felt around my dick. Her tongue stirred around my crown again, caressing the sensitive glans. It was amazing. Fantastic. I shuddered at how awesome this was. My heart pounded in my chest.

“Wow, Mom,” I groaned, keeping my voice low. “I mean ... Wow, this is amazing.”

She winked at me.

It was so sexy to have her wink at me with her mouth wrapped around my cock.

I shuddered, my heart pounding a mile a minute. Blood pumped hot through my veins. I swallowed, savoring the heat of her mouth sliding up and down my cock. My toes dug into the floor. I whimpered and groaned.

Mom nursed with passion. She sucked with ... with hunger. She moaned as she bobbed her head. It was like she enjoyed blowing me. It was crazy, and yet my dick was throbbing in her mouth. I shuddered, my heart racing with this wild beat. Her tongue danced around my cock. She massaged me with that wicked tongue, swelling my orgasm faster.

“Damn, Mom,” I groaned. “That’s ... God, you’re amazing.”

She purred around my cock.

“Fuck,” I whimpered. “When you do that ... It really, really feels good. Like it hums around my cock.”

She moaned louder, that buzzing delight of her voice massaging the tip of my cock. She slid her mouth up and down my dick faster, bobbing her head. It was amazing to feel. I loved every moment of it. I savored every last second of her nursing on my dick.

This was a wonderful delight. My nuts tightened with the passion of her nursing on my cock. She suckled with hunger, pulling at my cum. I swelled towards my orgasm. Towards that big burst of cum that would fire out of my nuts.

“Mom,” I groaned. “Oh, god, Mom! I’m going to cum.”

She sucked hard.

My nuts twitched. That ache itched at the tip of my cock. Her tongue caressed over it before her lips slid down my shaft. Then she sucked back up. She moaned as she did, all these wonderful sensations shooting down my nuts.

I erupted.

“Fuck!” I groaned.

My cum fired into my mother’s mouth. Spurt after wonderful spurt of cum exploded from my cock. I groaned, basting her mouth with my jizz. It was incredible. Amazing. I shuddered, my spunk spilling into her mouth. My entire body trembled with how awesome this was.

“Mom!” I groaned. “Oh, my god, Mom!”

I bucked, the pleasure way more intense than when she gave me a handjob. My cum flooded her mouth and she swallowed it. She nursed out all the spunk in my nuts. I shuddered and groaned as I did. This heady delight spilled over my thoughts. I shuddered, soaring so high through the ecstasy.

I fired the last of my jizz into her mouth. I panted, sucking in deep breaths. I rolled my shoulders as Mom nursed a few more times. Then she slid her lips off my cock. I shuddered as she climbed those last few inches and then...