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This is a quick story I’ve written after a long while of not writing. I’m hoping to start writing again soon but my motivation for it has been lacking of late… Until then, I offer you this…
Helping Mom
Mom had been stressed the last couple of years and I knew it. What I didn’t know was how bad it had become. I saw the frustration on her face almost every day, but never could I have imagined how close to the edge she was operating. It all came to a head one day.
I was sent home from work early one day due to the weather. I worked in construction, and we couldn’t work in certain conditions, depending on the work we were hired for. I sat on the couch scrolling videos on my phone when Mom came home. She greeted me briefly and I could hear the stress in her voice.
“Hi, honey,” she said, tossing her things angrily to the side and rushing to her room.
She often went to her room immediately after getting home so, I didn’t pay too much attention to her behavior that day. I continued scrolling videos since I was used to her doing that same thing most days. About fifteen minutes later, I heard a loud thud from her room. As I was trying to figure out what the noise could have been, I heard a sound I never wanted to hear again.
I heard her cry out. The sounds I heard chilled my bones. I was scared for her, and I tossed my phone and ran to her room. I knocked on the door quickly before opening it and walked in. I was surprised at what I found.
She was mostly naked on her bed. She wore only a silken half-robe that wasn’t tied closed.
“Mom?” I announced as I walked in.
She continued crying as she covered her face with her hands. I was heartbreaking to hear the sounds coming from her. It sounded like her soul was broken. I walked up to the bed despite her lack of clothing. I had never seen Mom in such a state, and I was concerned about her. She struggled to speak while her breathing was rapid and erratic.
“I just wanted to fucking cum and the god damn thing doesn’t work! Why does this shit always happen to me?” she cried. As she spoke, she seemed to dive deeper into hysteria. “I had a hard day and I just wanted to cum when I got home and zara escort release all the tension, but I can’t even get that!”
I looked around the room and I saw a vibrator lying on the floor. The impact with the wall dislodged the bottom of it and the spent batteries lay on the floor near the device and its pieces.
“What can I do?” I stupidly asked as I went to embrace her.
She accepted my arms around her and wrapped hers around me and continued to vent her frustrations. She didn’t pay attention to her lack of clothing. Her mental state drove her physical motions.
“I’m so tired, Matt! I’ve been working so hard, and I just wanted to come home and relax and cum before I went on with my evening and I couldn’t even get that! I know I shouldn’t be talking like that to you, but I’m just so frustrated! Everything has been going wrong for me and I just want something to be right!”
“It’s okay, Mom,” I told her as I held her tightly.
I didn’t pay too much attention to her physical state as her emotional state was what concerned me the most.
“I’m sorry, honey,” she told me as her heavy breathing began to subside and she started to regain her normal posture. “I’m sorry to dump this all on you. You’re not the one who should have to deal with this from me.”
I hushed her immediately and told her, “You’re in a bad state and nobody could do it better than me.”
The words I spoke didn’t mean much in the moment, but looking back, I could see how they led to what eventually happened. She looked up at me and her face looked desperate.
“You shouldn’t have to deal with your mother in this state,” she said weakly.
“I heard you from the other room and I can’t let you experience the pain I heard in your voice,” I told her.
She held me tighter than she already was. She sniffled more and I could feel her body tense as her emotions took over once again. I responded the only was I knew how.
“What do you need, Mom?” I asked without thinking.
She didn’t immediately respond. It took a while and when she responded, it seemed she didn’t hear what I asked.
“I just want release, honey,” she whimpered as she gripped me even tighter.
Knowing zeytinburnu escort she was holding me while naked, my primal instincts seemed to take over.
“I can take care of it for you, Mom,” I whispered to her.
She sniffled, released her grip on me, and looked up into my eyes in confusion. Without a second thought, I pushed her gently away from me and turned her around.
“What are–” she began asking.
“I’m helping you,” I told her without thinking.
I gently turned her over and began lifting the fabric of her robe.
“Matt, no,” she said in her vulnerable state.
I stopped as I was about to pull my cock out and thought about my actions for the first time.
“I want to help you, Mom,” I told her.
“You shouldn’t,” she said in a weak and unconvincing tone. “I can’t let you.”
My mind left me in the moment, and I disregarded what she said. I pulled my hardening cock out and stroked it to full hardness and positioned it at her hole. I considered everything that had taken place and her habits in a single train of thought. The ready alternative to her situation was alcohol and I knew she didn’t drink so; I had no other alternative to drive her to.
I became confused in the moment. I wondered how I could come to such a decision in that moment.
How could I bring myself to fuck my mother, I wondered.
I convinced myself it was a solution only for that moment and it wouldn’t linger past the moment. The fact that I got hard at the idea of doing that escaped me.
I slid inside her and her protests stopped.
“Oh, god damnit, Matt,” she huffed.
I pushed in and out of her quickly. It wasn’t for me to cum but to help ease her pain. My mind wasn’t into the act of sex but in the act of helping my mother not be in pain.
“Don’t cum in me!” she said repeatedly between deep breaths.
“I won’t, Mom. Just cum and I’ll be done.”
I felt her hand go between her legs and rub her clit. Her fingernails brushed my balls on occasion, and I knew she was working toward her original goal. She coached me to continue to do what I was doing, and she repeatedly told me how close she was.
“Hurry ereğli escort up!” she told me. “I’m almost there.”
I knew she wanted what I was giving her, but she didn’t prefer that it was me doing it.
“Hurry up and cum but don’t cum in me,” she told me.
“I won’t” I said as I continued pumping my cock in and out of her.
Her moans encouraged me to continue but made me acutely aware of the moment. What happened next confused me. I was working toward my own orgasm when Mom had her own. Her body shook around me, and I knew the orgasm she was originally desiring had finally came. When she came down from her high, she reacted in a manner I wasn’t expecting.
“Stop!” she announced as her arm reached behind her and pushed me away.
I pulled out from her and stood shocked at the situation.
“I’m so sorry, Matt, but I can’t,” she said as she covered herself completely. “This should not have happened.”
I felt guilty for having done what I did and walked out of the room without another word said.
“Matt,” she said as I walked out of the room.
I didn’t answer her. I went to my room and finished myself off.
The next couple weeks were awkward to say the least. Every day I thought about what I did. I never regretted what I did for all the reasons you might imagine I could have. I loved Mom and making her not feel the pain she was feeling was a part of my personality regardless of what it took to do that. On the other hand, having sex with Mom was better than I could have ever expected.
She came to my room one night as I was deep into considering whether or not I should move out and help remove that experience from both our minds, even though I knew I could never erase that from my memory.
“Stop avoiding me, Matt. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
I looked at her and appraised her as a woman and not my mother.
“I will do it again if you ask me to,” I told her without any thought. “If I made a mistake, I will move out tomorrow and let you heal.”
She stared at me. I could not read her face and stared at her with the same blank stare. She took it to the next level and shrugged the robe she was wearing off her shoulders. She was nude underneath and she stood comfortably naked in front of me.
“You’re naked,” I stupidly said.
“I am. What do you want to do with that fact?” she asked.
I looked her up and down. She was more attractive than I thought given the less stressful environment I was in.
“I would do it again,” I told her.
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