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And They Say Laughter Is the Best Medicine

by hellainiceland

Copyright© 2025 by hellainiceland

Incest Sex Story: Mom’s one act succeeded in bringing my life back on track.

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa   Incest   Mother   Son   Big Breasts   .

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I was getting good grades in school, had friends, went to watch movies, and played video games. I was like any other 16-year-old boy.

However, things began to change gradually, very gradually, around two years ago. Whereas once I used to hang out with my friends, I stopped meeting them. From watching movies regularly, I stopped going to them completely. From playing video games every day, I hardly ever went near them. And my grades went off the rails. After coming back from school, I’d lie in bed listening to music. When hungry, I’d go to the kitchen, grab something, and come back to my room.

My friends asked me whether I was on drugs. My best friend, Mauritz, wondered if I was behaving this way because Kirsti had dumped me. I reminded him I wasn’t in love with her, and the breakup happened months ago. One evening, my mom, Ida, asked me about Kirsti. She even inquired through my friends. Mauritz told her it could be because of Kirsti.

Worried about my behavior, my grandparents came and spoke with me. I don’t know why, but I didn’t feel like meeting anyone, going anywhere, or doing anything. I only wanted to be left alone in my room. Seeing that my behavior wasn’t changing, my 32-year-old mom took me to doctors and even to a shrink. My mom, my friends, and my grandparents tried everything they could, but nothing worked.

My dad, unfortunately, wasn’t there to help me. My mom and dad were childhood sweethearts, and she married him the month she turned 16. Six months after their marriage, he was coming back from school one evening, and as he approached his car, two men tried to rob him. When he resisted, they attacked him with a knife. He later passed away in the hospital.

Today, just like every other evening, I was lying in my bed with the lights switched off and Rammstein nearly puncturing my eardrums when there was a knock on the door, and I saw Mom peering in the darkness.

She waited a few seconds for her eyes to adjust and then strode to the music system and turned it off. She lay down on the bed beside me and asked me how I was. How was the day? I murmured it was okay.

“I went swimming from work, and Tara, the coach, asked about you. She said she hasn’t seen you in a long time,” she remarked, turning her face toward me.

I didn’t reply.

“You’ll put on fat here if you lie like this all the time,” she added, placing her hand on my stomach.

“No, I won’t.”

“Yes, you will,” she warned me as she withdrew her hand.

She began talking about why I should take care of myself, why I should go out more, and why staying in the room all the time wasn’t normal.

In the middle of the speech, she said, “Come here.”

I turned my head and saw her putting her hand on her stole, slipping it onto the bed, and patting her buxom chest.

When she saw I wasn’t moving, she raised her voice and ordered, “I’m asking you, Linus. Come here.”

I moved closer and put my head on her bosom, with my right cheek bang on her left breast.

“When you were young, you used to lie like this, and I used to tell you stories. You loved hearing scary stories,” she remarked, caressing my blond hair with her fingers.

“Let’s play a game. Let’s see who can name how many capitals. I’ll start,” she suggested.

I raised my head and declared, “I’m not playing anything.”

“You stay where you are,” she scolded me, pushing my head back to her chest.

“What’s the state capital of Rathskeller?” she inquired, keeping her hand pinned against my face and my cheek pressed against her bosom.

“Duraina,” I replied as I put my hand on her hand to ease the pressure.

My other hand, meanwhile, was on my side, and my legs were away from her. With her easing the pressure, my skin finally felt the softness and roundness of her voluptuous boobs. My cheek was resting on the upper breast area, and my mouth was so close to her nipple hidden under the top that I was sure it could feel my warm breath, especially as she wasn’t wearing a bra. I was so scared of not doing anything stupid that I didn’t move my face even an inch.

However, it was a different story in my shorts as my cock was standing like a pole and was desperate to come out and plant its flag. What was making matters worse was that I had thought about putting my face on her tits so many times, and now it was there.

To say I loved her boobs would be an understatement. I can’t even count how many times I tried to peek inside her top. Sadly, I never got a full view as she was always wearing a bra. She was so conscious that if she came out of her room late at night to get water or something from the kitchen and wasn’t wearing a bra, she would throw a stole over the top to make sure her breasts, especially her nipples, stayed hidden.

One day, I was helping her change the bed sheet, and she was standing on the other side. When she bent to straighten the lines, I could see her cleavage and right down to her stomach, but her nipples stayed hidden in the bra.

Before I decided to shut myself off, the only time I got a good glimpse of her body was when she was unable to go to the gym due to weather or some other issue. She would come to the living room, lay the workout mat on the floor, tie her long blonde hair in a ponytail, and exercise in a sports bra that left her flat stomach completely bare and tight shorts that exposed the shape of her ass as clearly as her thighs. The only things the outfit didn’t show were the shape of her nipples and pussy.

Whenever she was exercising, I always found some excuse to come to the living room and steal glances at her standing with her legs wide apart, her hands on her hips, and thrusting her breasts forward as she did lunges. Sometimes she would spread her feet apart and do squats with her smooth thighs and round ass going up and down.

But my absolute best was the arms workout. She would stand on the mat and lift dumbbells in her both hands. What made it really exciting was that she would bend her whole body forward and lift the dumbbells from her knees to her stomach. This position offered me an uninterrupted look at her cleavage.

Sometimes I would stand right in front of her and start talking to her just to see her bend down in the bra that exposed her whole upper part of her breasts and peek at her voluptuous boobs.

Another position I found very arousing was when she raised the dumbbells above her head and stood there in only a sports bra and tight shorts, revealing her thighs, stomach, and shaved armpits.

I also enjoyed going to the pool with her, though it wasn’t as exciting as her doing the exercises, as she always wore a one-piece swimsuit that kept her assets covered. However, her long legs, her bare thighs, and her tight ass left me drooling, especially when she came out of the pool with her long blonde hair all wet and water droplets glistening on her skin.

While thinking all this, I became aware that I was breathing fast. Scared that she might hear it, I immediately tried to divert my mind. Thankfully, she came to my rescue. She told me to name another state capital. I kept my face on her breasts as we asked each other six or seven capitals.

“Get up. It’s time to sleep. You also sleep. You’ve school in the morning,” she said as she caressed my other cheek.

I raised my head from her bosom and lay down on my back. She stood up and left the room after saying goodnight. As she closed the door, I went straight to the bathroom to take care of the raging cock.

When I woke up in the morning, she was in the kitchen having coffee and a sandwich in a shirt and a long skirt, and was ready to head to the high-end jewelry store where she worked as an assistant manager. Though the job was prestigious, the pay was lousy. A simple ring was worth more than my mom’s whole annual salary. I made a sandwich and, grabbing a bottle of juice, left for the school. After school, I came directly home and lay down in my room, with music as my only companion.

At night, she came to my room and asked if I’d like to play the card game UNO. Though I wasn’t interested, I said yes in the hope that she again might ask me to put my head on her chest. After playing three games, she got up to go.

“Mom, can we continue naming the state capital game?”

“You want to?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” she replied as she sat down on the bed.

“Lie down. That’s more comfortable,” I suggested.

She lay down on her back. This time, I didn’t wait for her to ask me. Moving near her, I placed my cheek on her boobs. Since the room wasn’t dark like last night, I could faintly make out her nipples, so I placed my cheek in such a way that her nipple was right in front of my mouth.

While we were asking each other to name capitals, I lightly nuzzled my cheek against the soft skin of her breasts and placed my hand on her stomach over her top. I so wanted to kiss her nipples standing like peaks, but, of course, I didn’t.

I just lay there with my cheek resting on her voluptuous boobs and my hand on her stomach though I made sure that my hard-as-a-rock cock didn’t touch her.

After around five minutes, she asked me to get off her. When I suggested we should play for five minutes more, she told me she was tired and sleepy. I lifted my head as she got up and left the room after saying goodnight. I immediately rushed to the bathroom.

The next day, I hung out with my friends and went to have pizza with my best friend. She called me on the cell phone and I told her that I was with Mauritz. By the time I reached home, it was late.

At night, I knocked on her door and saw her lying on the bed with her cell phone in a top and shorts.

“How’s Mauritz?” she inquired as I lay down beside her with my head on her chest.

“He’s fine,” I replied.

“Wasn’t he surprised to see you? Did he say anything?”

“When I asked him to go to the pizza place, he was, like, ‘Are you okay?’”

“I’m happy to see this change,” she remarked, stroking my back.

“Meet him tomorrow also.”

“Yes,” I said as I slid my 6’0” body closer and put my leg on her leg, pressing my raging cock hidden in the shorts but without the restriction of underwear against her thigh.

She felt it and turned her body on her side, with her back toward me. Placing my hand across her stomach, I shoved my cock into her back over her top. She didn’t react or say anything.

We were talking about her work and other things when, in the middle of the conversation, I lifted my head and, balancing my body on my elbow, planted a kiss on her neck, just below her ear. I saw her turning her head and staring at me, but her blue eyes weren’t going to deter me.

Putting my hand on her shoulder, I turned her on her back and, placing my free hand on her other side, brought my face closer and, closing my eyes, kissed her neck on the other side.

 
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