Fulfilling Our Desires

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Call me a pervert if you want, but the truth is that I’ve been jacking off ever since my body was developed enough to produce semen. That story started when I was up late one night, unknown to my parents, and I happened to sneak into the living room while my father was watching one of his playboy videos. Seeing those naked women, I got an instant hard-on. Not that I understood what was going on at the time, I only knew that it felt good. That was the first time I jacked off. I’ve done it every night since.

I’m eighteen years old now, and I’ve only recently graduated from high school. I still pleasure myself to this day, but my interests in what pictures I use have changed as of late. For years, I would find my father’s hidden playboy magazines and use the center fold. But one day when I had gone into my parents bedroom, my gaze fell upon one of their wedding pictures. Now, I couldn’t have cared less how nice my father looked in that tux, but my mother (Heather) in her wedding dress put an instantaneous rock in my pants. I’d never seen any woman look so sexy! The nice thing was the fact that, even now at the age of forty, she was still dynamite. Somehow, my mother had managed to maintain her figure, and her beautiful face had aged quite well. Time had been very generous to her.

But getting back to the situation… I ended up dropping my jeans to the floor and jacking off right there in my parent’s bedroom, gazing at my mother in her wedding dress. Since that day to this very one, I have always pleasured myself to pictures of my mother. But now I was feeling a little bolder than usual, and an opportunity presented itself to me.

My mother had crashed for the night hours ago. My father was in his office, buried under paper work, and would be preoccupied for a while yet. I snuck into my parent’s bedroom again, my eyes finding the sexy, sleeping form that was my mother. She was mostly under the blanket, hence I didn’t get a very good view of her slender figure encompassed within her alluring, neon pink night gown, trimmed with white lace at the top and bottom. But the blanket was only pulled just over stomach, letting my eyes look upon her voluptuous C cup breasts. Her hair was nothing short of perfection, shiny, silky, and almost the color of pure gold, resting upon the shoulders that it barely reached. It took all my efforts not to reach out and caress that hair.

Caressing my mother with my eyes, I slowly unzipped my jeans and reached my hand inside. Almost right away did my hard, six inch erection slap into the palm of my hand, already poking out the front of my boxers. My stroking was slow at first; slow, yet firm. But the closer I came to climaxing, the faster I stroked. I was breathing quite heavily, doing my best not to cry out in ecstasy. Just when I thought I would cum, my mother moaned as if having an unpleasant dream, and rolled onto her side. I was almost certain she would wake, and then I would be caught. There was no way in hell I’d be able to stop now. Fortunately for me, she still slumbered.

Then it happened. My body convulsed once, and I shot my load forward. It flew further than it ever had before, further than I had intended for it to fly, and the first shot landed on my mother’s cheek. I began freaking out, but I couldn’t do anything about it until I had finished. As soon as my cock had calmed itself down, I quickly knelt next to my mother’s bed. I moved my hand ever so gently toward her face, knowing I had to somehow clean my sperm from her face without waking her.

Finally, my finger came into contact with her delicate skin, and I thought I would cum again at her touch. I wiped the strand of semen from her and brought my finger to my mouth. I kept my eyes upon her as I licked it clean, then hurried back to my bedroom to go to bed for the night.

As far as I could tell through the course of the following day, I had gotten away with what I had done. My father wasn’t even there, and my mother didn’t seem to have noticed anything. But I quickly found out otherwise, the second my father headed out the door. Once a month, my mother allowed him out with the boys to get drunk and generally have a good time. Today was that weekend.
“I know what you did last night,” my mother suddenly said to me as we sat side by side on the living room sofa, breaking the seemingly long silence. “I wasn’t completely asleep when it landed on my face.”
My mother was speaking in her ‘disappointed’ tone of voice, and not even looking at me. I opened my mouth to speak; to lie, to justify my actions, to apologize, but nothing escaped my lips. Not one sound. Before I was able to find my voice, my mother continued on, her tone different. “It’s okay, I’m not upset with you. Actually, I’m glad you did it. Your father has been most insufferable lately. We haven’t had sex in months, and I find that utterly unacceptable.”

Finally, I was able to speak. “So…” I began. “You don’t mind?”
My mother looked up to me and smiled. “Of course not, dear.” It was such a relief to hear her say that. For a moment, I had thought I was screwed, and not in the good way. But to hear my mother tell me that she actually liked the fact that I pleasured myself to her--it was so arousing! Just sitting there having that conversation was giving me quite a hard-on. Then my mother made it obvious that it wasn’t at all hidden from her. She looked down at the tent in my jeans and her smile turned seductive. After what seemed like an eternity, she put her soft hand on my knee and moved it slowly upward, squeezing when her palm engulfed my erection. All I could do in response was close my eyes and moan.

“Let’s see what you have under there,” said my mother with an alluring voice. Bringing her other hand to me, she unzipped my jeans and reached one hand inside. I could feel her working her way through the material, her fingers leading her in through the front hole of my boxers. A moment later, her hand retracted along with my cock. Slowly and firmly, she began stroking my shaft as she leaned in close and kissed me. Her kiss was a mere pressing of the lips at first. But as her stroking grew more passionate, so had her kiss; in the next moment, I could feel her tongue pressing its way into my mouth. I parted my lips and moved my own tongue forward to greet hers, returning my mother’s love to her.

I had lost my virginity at the age of sixteen, and had slept with many women since. But never had any of them felt this good. None of them had the apparent experience that my mother had. Nor were their hands as soft as the one that stroked my dick this night, nor their kiss so sensual. As a result, my stamina shortened greatly, and I found myself cumming long before I wanted to. But my mother’s hand didn’t stop moving until my cock finally didn’t have any energy left to remain erect.

At long last, she pulled back, breaking our never ending kiss. Keeping her eyes locked with mine, she brought her cum-covered hand to her mouth and licked it clean. Had I the energy, simply watching her would have made me stand up again. But even the unexplainable feel of her lips upon my cock as she licked it clean couldn’t revive my muscles that night.

After I had put myself back in my jeans, my mother grabbed my cell phone and took a picture of herself. She had posed, her back arched with the forefinger of her free hand resting ever so temptingly between her smiling teeth. She handed my phone back to me with a final kiss. “You’ll need that,” she whispered in my ear. Needless to say, that night in my bedroom, I was once again satisfied before turning in.