Home Remedy

I didn't expect to see her, but I swept through the house nonetheless in the faint hope she'd taken the day off work. Not to be. And I made do with mere thoughts of her as I showered, refraining from orgasm as I pleasured myself. Sure in the belief she'd be seeking my seed when I arrived home.

*

And as soon as possible did I! Jogging from the school gates to the surprise of my friends. How could they understand? On arrival, I paused outside the front door to catch my breath and marveled at the time I'd completed the near-mile trek. My own personal record. Worth the stitch that stabbed my side.

"Mom! You home?" I called when I found the kitchen and living room empty.

"Oh, um. Yes," came the reply and I followed the sound to the source, finding her peering out from behind the door of her bedroom. "It's just..."

"What are you doing?" I laughed, my heart still racing from the run, possibly the expectation of her.

"Well, you'll think me silly," Mom blushed, and I noticed more of her, hair tied back, her shoulder bare. "I really hope I haven't embarrassed myself," she added, and I frowned in confusion.

"What? What are you talking about, what have you done?" I questioned, and she allowed the door to swing toward her, slowly revealing her body.

"Now before you laugh, let me explain," she requested, and despite her presumption, I couldn't laugh, I couldn't even speak as my eyes slowly descended to take in the sight. "I was passing the costume store," she seemingly defended her appearance. "And, well. I mean it did feel a bit like a clinical procedure yesterday, didn't it!? So, I thought this would be funny, lighten the mood maybe!"

My eyes were stuck in position, focused on her torso, barely clothed, and the white stay-up stockings adorning her legs.

"Oh, I nearly forgot," she turned and made her way across her bedroom to her dresser, and I was witness to her bare buttocks, the thin string of a white thong disappearing between her cheeks. "There's this 'headbandy' thing as well."

She stopped to collect the headpiece and place it in her hair before she once more turned, and I was able to take in the ensemble completely. This was no 'costume store' outfit as she'd proclaimed. Clearly lingerie, the nurses uniform consisted of merely a white nylon bra with red crosses upon the cups, and lower, a matching thong, failing to contain the tuft of dark pubic hair that protruded over the hem.

I remembered to breathe, and it came out in a gasp.

"Mom!" I exclaimed. "I..."

"Oh," she made her way closer toward me in her high heels. "I hope I haven't been presumptuous. You still wanted to help me with the vitamins?"

"Yes!" I declared, quick to disarm her of doubt. "You just look..."

"Silly?" she misunderstood. "Oh, I haven't made a fool of myself, have I?"

"No!" I again announced. "You look..." I wanted to say hot, beautiful, stunning, but ridiculously held back. "...great," as far as I went, foolishly not wanting to come across as too enthusiastic at her appearance.

She smiled and I wanted to kiss her. To hold her and fuck.

"Well, if you're ready," her eyes momentarily dropped to my groin, and I had no doubt she noticed the erection already tenting my school pants. "We just have to get our glass," her hand found mine and together we walked back through the house to the kitchen.

"You know I've had other thoughts about how we can do this," she divulged as she left me to retrieve the shot glass from the cabinet. The lighting better in the kitchen, every line of her body made available for my perusal, every muscle and sensuous curve. And as she turned, again that enticing thatch of exposed pubic hair, the folds of pussy below, bulging the nylon thong. Above. Her smooth belly and kissable navel, her sizeable breasts, their nipples rigid and darker hue visible through the red crosses.

"Oh yeah?" I managed, swallowing and blushing at being seen openly staring at her body.

"Well, you could ejaculate on my toast in the morning!" She outlandishly proclaimed. "I was thinking it would go well with jam, maybe even honey?" She frowned. "On my granola, instead of yogurt. What do you think? Also, in my coffee! I mean, it IS cream, isn't it!" And to this, she smiled.

"Yeah," I gasped. "All good ideas," I agreed, again wondering if I was dreaming or if it was all a practical joke. How was this my life right now!?

"Something to think about I suppose," Mom proposed and again she took my hand and led me out of the kitchen. "I'll have to sit this time Honey," she explained the change of venue as we entered the dining room. "My knees and everything," she winced exaggeratedly before taking a seat on a dining chair. "But if I keep taking my vitamins, that might not be a problem in the future!" she beamed. "Now, shall we...?"

Without delay, Mom once more reached for the fly of my pants and had a hand inside my boxer shorts. "Oh, you're already hard," she was surely feigning surprise as she pulled my erection from the fly, looking up into my eyes. "Hmm, thinking about some girl from school no doubt!" She giggled as ever so gently, she ran her hand down my shaft. "Are you going to watch your porn videos?"

"Oh! Yeah," I slapped my hand on my back pocket and drew out my phone, immediately opening the camera app to record our second encounter for posterity.

"Good Boy," Mom smiled, looking back at my cock. "You watch something hot to make this easier for you. I understand it must be so uncomfortable. Not every boy has his mother jerk him off. But I really do need it, don't I Baby? Mama needs her boy's cream," she sighed as her hand gripped me expertly, perfectly stroking my shaft.

"Oh, you probably don't want me talking, do you," she continued, not waiting for my response either way. "I just think that if we treat it as natural as possible, it'll go smoother. Is that silly? I mean really, there's nothing as natural as a mother wanking her son, is there? It's actually quite beautiful if you think about it," she added, rambling, her hand increasing its rate, pre-cum lubricating her action. "We're bonding most intimately. So loving. So, nurturing. Almost like breastfeeding!" Her eyes once more found mine and it was then I began to cum.

"Oh shit!" I gasped as I sprayed her chest, Mom quick to drop her eyes, her jaw receiving the second blast from my cock as she took in the sight of her son prematurely ejaculating over her tits. "I'm... I'm sorry," I panted as she continued to stroke me, seemingly unfazed by the unintentional and misplaced deposit.

"My God, Darling no," she jerked pulse after pulse of cum onto her chest. "It's fine," she squeezed my shaft, as was becoming habitual, drawing as much semen from me as possible. "We can still use this..." she eyed the glistening upon her boobs.

"Keep going," I interjected, and she looked up, a thread of cum hanging from her chin as if drool from her mouth.

"What Baby?"

"Keep going Mom," I managed, my cock having lost none of its rigidity, ready for more. "I can cum again!" I declared and her mischievous eyes widened.

"More?" She excitedly questioned, her hand taking up the challenge, the muscles in her arm flexing.

"Ye... yes," I proclaimed and with mere strokes, I released a second round of jizz upon her breasts accompanied by her delighted squeal, all captured forever by my cell phone.

"Goodness!" Mom sighed, her hand finally leaving my dick, scooping and taking with her a strand of semen. "That was unexpected. And a bonus," she added as she took the shot glass from the table and positioned it between her boobs.

I watched enthralled as she coaxed rivulets of my load into the glass, wiping up as best she could the mess I'd made of her body.

"I think that might be all," she rose from the chair, standing only inches from me, my semi-erect cock almost touching her exposed belly.

"Ah, you've got a..." I lifted a hand to my mouth to signify hers and she mimicked my action, finding the cum hanging from her chin.

"Oh goodness!" She repeated, lifting off the thread and deftly adding it to her collection. "Well, thank you, Honey. I'd best go and clean up. First, take my daily dose of vitamins though," she conceded and with my eyes upon her, raised the shot glass to her lips and tipped. Her tongue drew the thick and creamy contents into her mouth and with my own open, I marveled as she swallowed my seed, a smile appearing on her glistening lips. "Mmm, thank you, Darling. Now. You go and have your after-school snack. I'm sure after this you need some replenishing!" She ventured and I kept my eyes on her as she left me alone in the room.

Was this normal? Could I even summon the courage to ask any of my friends if they'd done something similar? The answer was no, to both. What was happening here was extraordinary and it made me wonder if she was indeed crazy. Drunk perhaps? Cum drunk, came to mind and I smiled as I looked down at where she'd been seated.

Now call me a pervert if you want, but I don't apologize for what I did next. Where Mom's ass had been placed seconds before, there was a noticeable wet patch in the bone-colored padding, and there was no doubt in my mind what was the source. Without thinking, I dropped to my knees and, yes, depraved as it was, pressed my nose into the dampness left by her sex. Inhaling as best I could the subtle fragrance of her pussy juices saturating the seat cushion. My dick returned to its natural state around her and begged to be touched and I didn't disappoint it, grabbing and wanking as I breathed in the scent of my mom's arousal. My third ejaculation of the afternoon, a mere spurt into my opposing palm, questioning if I should take it to her, laughing to myself as I dismissed the notion.

*

"I don't know what I did to deserve all this," Mom remarked as I took her empty dessert plate from before her. "You cook my favorite meal and then feed me cheesecake for dessert! I should be the one lavishing you with attention after all you've helped me with."

She couldn't have been serious, and it was getting to the point where I just wanted to declare my feelings. For both of us to admit how we felt and abandon the charade we were playing.

"Actually, on that. There may be something else you can do for me," she hinted as I placed our plates in the dishwasher.

"Anything Mom," I returned, dutifully refilling her wine glass and sitting beside her. She'd showered and though changed out of her nurse's lingerie; I wasn't disappointed with her alternative. The tightest of dresses hugged her body, cleavage on stark display as if a reminder of where I'd cum on her. Even the thought I'd cum on my mother, caused my cock to harden as I listened to her new proposition.

"Well," and I watched as she blushed. "After you... well, after you came on me, to put it bluntly," she laughed, and her hand reached out to touch mine. "It had me thinking. So, after I had my shower, I did some more research online. Well, it turns out, semen is great for the skin," she revealed, and I refrained from smirking though pretty sure her 'research' was a fabrication.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mm-hmm," she nodded. "It locks in the moisture, tightens the pores or something. It's essentially like a treatment you'd receive going to a beautician."

"Ok," I couldn't help but smile. "So, you need more..."

"Only if you don't mind Honey," she was quick to add. "You've done so much for me. I'm ever so grateful."

*

It was only two hours later I was standing in her ensuite in only my boxer shorts, my hard cock protruding through the fly.

"You're sure you don't need your pornography?" Mom asked as she looked at me in the reflection of her mirror, her eyes dropping to my erection. "That girl that's on your mind must be quite something."

"She's beautiful," I admitted and was sure Mom understood I was talking about her. In the process of removing her makeup at her bathroom vanity, I ran my eyes down to her exposed buttocks, the red bodysuit she claimed was 'just her regular pajamas,' tight and sheer and leaving nothing to the imagination. She smiled coyly as she binned her wipe and turned once more to reveal her near nudity, her nipples hard against the lace and nylon, and below, a perfect triangle of dark bush proudly on display.

I exhaled noticeably at the vision and Mom picked up on the reaction.

"Oh, Honey. I'm sorry. It is a little transparent isn't it!?" She needlessly defended her attire. "I have a little confession to make," she added, whispering as if she was about to share a secret. "I lied about it being my regular pj's," she giggled. "I just thought, well... there's no harm in wearing something a little sexy now and then, is there?" And to this, I shook my head as she slowly approached. "You see. That's why you're the best son in the world," she stopped before me and leaned in for a kiss on my cheek, my dick pressing hard into her belly going by without comment before she pulled away laughing. "Best to kiss you now before you... you know," she laughed as she made for the toilet, sitting down on the closed lid. "Ok, I'm ready."

My dick twitched with anticipation as I approached her, her legs seductively parted, her head the perfect height for what we were about to attempt.

"As I said," she alluded to an earlier conversation. "I think you should jerk off on my face. I mean you'll be able to aim your cum better than I would!" She explained and after all that had happened in the last two days, her words now didn't even seem shocking.

"Where do you want it?" I questioned, stroking my cock barely two inches from her expectant face.

"On my forehead," she sighed. "It should run down over the rest of my face. Oh!" She remarked as her eyes focused on the head of my cock.

"What?"

"Well, I mean there's that pre-cum again!" She noted the wet eye of my dick.

"Yeah?" I continued to jerk myself off, admiring her eyes and lips devoid of makeup.

"Well, it seems a waste, doesn't it? Just dripping there. Now I wonder," she paused. "Oh, no it's silly," she dismissed her thought.

"No, what? Tell me," I encouraged.

"Well... it's a bit out there," she looked up into my eyes. "But, what about you put it in my mouth?" She suggested. "I mean, we wouldn't be wasting any of the pre-cum, I'm sure there must be some valuable nutrients in that, not that I've researched it or anything..." She spoke and her words began to fade away with the clouds of my thoughts. Staring down at her, I believed she'd never looked as beautiful. Her glistening lips smiled as she talked, babbled even. And those eyes. Wide and glowing. Full of life and wonder; excitement. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to stop the charade. To tell her I loved her. Not only as a son but as a man. As her lover. To hold her in my arms and with cock embedded, confess my incestuous commitment, to hell with society and the law.

But who was I to decide? If this was her fantasy, that the only way we could be together was to keep up this bizarre masquerade of personal wellness and nutrition, who was I to end it? And what if it was legitimate? Remote of course, but what if somehow, she believed the spin? That every sexual activity between us was innocent. How would my admission of Oedipal affection go down then? What if it wasn't reciprocal? My revelation could be disastrous, irrevocably damaging the beautiful incestuous relationship we'd somehow developed. No. I would continue her game. To whatever end...

"... I mean, I know it's a little different, a mother... well ostensibly sucking off her son," she continued. "But I mean I've seen your penis now, many times and if you're the one to finish off, you know, over my face, well it wouldn't be like I was giving you a blowjob or anything..." She was rambling and I couldn't help but smile.

"Mom," I cut her off.

"Yes?" She looked up into my eyes submissively.

"Open your mouth," I commanded.

Lips wide, she presented her mouth to me. Her tongue suggestively poked out, seeking my dick, a red carpet begging my cock to walk down. I didn't disappoint, guiding the head of my penis into the awaiting receptacle where she was quick to take up the reigns.

The feeling was... my God! As close to heaven as I deemed possible. Mom was quick to wrap her hand around my shaft as she lovingly gorged on the head, her tongue slithering around me, her cheeks sucking the pre-cum she'd sought, fought for, oh so badly.

"Mmm," her lips popped from the head, her hand holding my dick upright as she licked from base camp to summit. "Thank you, Baby," she obliged, kissing the tip, lavishing me with affection and it was I that should be grateful. My mother, sucking my cock, was as dick-hungry as I could ever hope a woman to be. Saliva dripped from her mouth, ran down my length and she was eager to follow, her lips sucking and kissing my erection and I gasped at her devotion, groaning as she again enveloped the head.

"That feels so..." I struggled to voice, holding my breath.

"Good Baby?" She finished my sentence. "Am I doing it right Darling?" She jerked on the slick shaft. "Is Mommy a good little cocksucker?" She questioned.

"Oh, fuck yes," I sighed. "Soo good. I love it. Suck my cock, Mom."

"Yeah? You like me sucking your cock?" She rubbed her cheek up against me, smearing my dick all over her face. "You like your mother sucking your big fucking dick?"

"Yes," my mouth remained open in pleasure as she slapped my cock down repeatedly on her tongue.

"Then choke me, Baby," she demanded. "Fuck my throat and cum all over my face, Lover!"

She'd said it. 'Lover.' Was that not an admission we were something other than mother and son? That we were now in fact, lovers? The dirty talk was something she'd explained away before, but this was new. Exciting. I had other things on my mind at present however as I reached down to take hold of either side of her head, my fingers combing through her hair as she allowed my dick to slide once more between her lips.

So deep I drilled. The amazing feeling of her lips meeting my pelvis before I pulled out to indeed begin fucking my mother's mouth. In, her hands on my groin, caressing up to stroke my abs. Out, her fingers finding my nipples as she massaged my pecs. A steady rhythm as she explored my torso, her hands finding their way to my ass where she assisted, squeezing my butt as she pulled me into her face.

"Oh fuck," I sighed as I fucked her mouth, my dick pulling nearly all the way out with each thrust, copious saliva drooling, a melodious 'ngyuck ngyuck' sound from her throat as she dined on me. A hand found my balls and the new sensation had me edging. "Mom..." I pulled from her, her cheeks red, eyes watering.

"Yes Honey, cum," she understood the break. "Cum on me son. Shoot your load all over my fucking face."

Her mouth fell open in submission, tongue poking and expectant as I grabbed my cock and pulled, spanking my engorged meat not an inch from her nose.

"You want it, Mom?" I gasped.

"Yes Baby," she moaned. "Give me your cum. Feed me, Honey. Shower Mama with that hot love."

"I'm gonna..." I cried.

"Yes Lover," she used the word again. "Cum all over my face," she demanded and on cue, I delivered.

"Aaghh!" I sighed as I released. A powerful blast surged from me to hit her forehead. Again and again, I came, great thick threads of incestuous seed drenching her from eyebrows to chin. "Fuuck!" I panted as her tongue caught a spurt, greedily sucking my affection into her mouth to savor and finally swallow, a mischievous grin appearing on her face as I forced the last of my ejaculation onto her cheek.

"Mmm..." she exhaled before chuckling to herself. "Oh God, Baby! I have to see this," she exclaimed as she rose before me, and again, despite the cum now coating her face, I felt the urge to kiss her. To hold her body to mine with my dick between her thighs and admit my love. Running a hand over my chest with tenderness, Mom moved back to the mirror and leaned over the sink to take in her reflection, an excited gasp coming from her. "It's wonderful," she stated, proudly. "It worked better than I'd imagined," she declared, turning her head to take herself in from multiple angles before turning around to face me. "Thank you, Darling," she smiled, bashful. "For my facial," she added. "Now I'm saving money on beauty treatments," she declared, and I couldn't deny she did look beautiful. "Who knows what other ideas we may come up with!?" She posited and I began putting my mind to work.