Saving Mom 1

Saving Mom. Ch. 1
by Rachael

I awoke in the night to a high-pitched beeping sound that I didn’t recognize. I grabbed my cell phone, but it wasn’t making the noise. It was from outside my room, and it sounded like an alarm of some kind. I wanted to go back to sleep. I closed my eyes, but that noise was so annoying. I threw off the covers and opened my bedroom door.

“Mom! Turn uf offt!” My tongue felt thick. I had to stop that obnoxious sound. But I think I was naked. I didn’t know what to do about it. I looked at the phone in my hand, but it didn’t have any answers. I looked around trying to remember what I was doing up and out of bed. I spotted a pair of boxers on the floor and somehow knew that’s what I wanted.

I picked them up and tried to figure out what to do with them. That damned fucking noise was messing with my brain.

“Maum! Wat d’fugk that?”

Staggering down the hall, which was moving back and forth for some reason, I came to a door and opened it. My mom’s bedroom. Lights on. Mom lying on the floor. Huh? What was she doing that for?

“Mah! Do yah doin for?”

Something was wrong with her. Something was wrong with me. We had to get out, get away.

I went in and grabbed her and tried to pick her up. “Ged ow, Malm.” I dragged her to the hallway. She wasn’t heavy, but she was all dead weight. Mom was dead! We were both dead! I pulled her to the edge of the stairs and went down a couple. I turned and got her on my shoulder.

The steps spun as I held on to the banister with one hand and mom with the other. I missed the last step and we both went down hard. I hurt my knee and elbow, but I didn’t feel the pain so much as knew it was there. It was comfortable on the floor with Mom on top of me. A good place to take a quick nap. Goddamn that goddamned noise!

No. No nap. Out. Had to get out. Now!

Move. Stand. Lift. Walk. Where? Door. Wrong. Basement. Outside. Out. Trip. Wall. Door. Yes. Outside. Backyard. Move. Get away. Breathe. Farther. Quiet. Safe. Down. Breathe. Breathe.

I blinked and was looking the most amazing starscape I ever remember seeing. Every pinpoint of light was crystal clear, and there were millions of them. I felt the grass under me. I was naked. The air was cold. I took a deep breath. My head ached. I sat up.

I could hear the faint sound of the alarm coming from the house. The carbon monoxide detector, I realized. Shit.

“Mom!”

She was lying next to me. I rolled her onto her back, shook her. There was no response. I put my ear to her chest. Heartbeat. I leaned back and looked. She was breathing. It was shallow, but she was alive. Holy crap, did we ever just dodge the motherfucker of all bullets.

I had to call 911. I looked around, but I didn’t have my phone. It was only then that I noticed what my mother was wearing. I thought for a second that my brain was still fucked up from the poison gas, but the more I looked the more I knew it was real.

She had her long blond hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. There was a cat’s eye mask on her face. It was cocked sideways, but it was made of leather and had shiny silver rivets around the edges. She had on a tight corset thing that was striped crimson and black. It boosted her breasts up, but didn’t cover them. There were some kind of small clamps attached to each of her nipples with a golden chain that went up to a ring at the front of the collar she was wearing. This was impossible. I lifted the mask to make sure it really was my mother. It was.

The bizarre stuff didn’t stop there though. She had on a pair of knee-high leather boots decorated with bright zippers and spikes. Black stockings came up as high as her mid thighs. She wasn’t wearing underwear, but there was something strapped around her waist and covering her crotch. It was hard to tell with only the light of the stars to go by, but it looked like a large, plastic, purple butterfly thing. What the fuck was all of this?

It didn’t matter right now. I had to call 911. She was unconscious and for all I knew she might get brain damage if I wasted any more time. The safest thing was to go to a neighbor’s house. But I was naked. I stood and started moving. This was no time to worry about modesty. But it would be quicker if I just ran in and got my phone. Plus, I could grab a robe for Mom. Not the safest choice, but that was the plan my foggy mind came up with.

I took a deep breath and dashed in through the open sliding glass door that I apparently had come out of. I flipped on lights as I ran through the house. Nothing. Upstairs. There on the floor. Got my phone. Into Mom’s room. Lungs started to burn. Don’t breathe. Grabbed her robe off the bed. Her laptop was open. Some kind of video chat room. A guy fiddling with his limp dick in the browser window. I slammed it closed and ran out.

My room. Boxers. At the bottom of the stairs I gasped for air. I didn’t die instantly and made it back outside. I panted as I hurried to where my mom was lying, still unconscious. I dialed 911 and reported our emergency. They were on the way.

I looked at my mom again. I was scared for her, but I couldn’t get over what she was wearing. If the carbon monoxide didn’t kill her, then she’d die of embarrassment if the police or EMTs saw her like this. I took off the mask. She looked beautiful in the soft light of the moon. I liked her hair pulled back like that. Next, I unclipped the things attached to her nipples. I tried not to pay attention at how surprisingly long and inviting those nipples were. This was my own mother, and she was in trouble. I needed to stay focused.

Reaching around behind her neck, I found the buckle and undid the collar. I wasn’t sure about the corset, so I went for the boots. It was a struggle, but I got them both off. The stockings came most of the way down in the process, so I took those off too. Next was the strange thing between her legs.

I thought I could just pull it all down like a pair of panties, but then I discovered that there was some part of it that was inside her. Like, up in her vagina. What the fuck, Mom?

I heard the sirens in the distance. I didn’t have time to be squeamish about things. I tugged on the butterfly and drew it out of her. The part that was inside her was shaped like a curved, four-inch penis. Don’t think about it. I worked the straps of the thing down her legs and off. I was going to deal with the corset next, but I saw a sparkle down between her legs. Now what?

I gingerly spread my mother’s thighs and saw some kind of a big jewel down in there. I reached for it, but it didn’t move. It was attached to something that was in her butt. Oh, this just kept getting worse. I steeled myself and carefully pulled. I ended up extracting some kind of butt plug from my mom’s ass. She let out a soft moan as it came free. I froze, but she remained unconscious. I decided to take that as a good sign.

The sirens were close. I scrambled and frantically tried to sort out the corset. There were a couple of ribbon ties, and a zipper. Once I got those undone, it came right off. I rushed to get her robe on her. It wasn’t perfect, but she was covered. The flashing lights were in sight. I gathered up all her weird sex gear and stashed it behind our old tool shed. Just as the fire truck was coming to a stop out front, I remembered to put on my boxers. I was shocked to find that I had a hard-on. Fuck me!

I went and flagged down one of the firefighters, and he directed the EMTs to me, then I got them to my mother. They had her on a gurney right away and took off with her to the emergency room. Firemen and cops and lights were everywhere. The neighbors were coming out on their front lawns. Yeah, Mom would have definitely rather have died than for all of them to see her carted away in the kinky get-up she had on.

Another ambulance showed up and took me to the hospital. By the time I got there, Mom was conscious and apparently all right. They kept both of us overnight to do tests and make sure everything was okay. The furnace guys came right away the next morning, so everything was fixed and aired out by the time we got home from the hospital. I called my dad to let him know what happened. It was weird because it was the first time in about a year that I had talked to him. He said he was glad we were okay, but he didn’t really seem all that concerned.

Mom went about cleaning up after all the people who had been clomping around our house. This took a lot longer than it should have because of the stream of neighbors stopping by to get the story for themselves. Fucking vultures. Meanwhile, I grabbed my book bag, went out behind the shed, and gathered up Mom’s private things from where I’d stashed them. I smuggled the stuff back into the house and hid it all in my closet for the time being.

Mom and I really didn’t talk at all. In fact, I think we were both kind of avoiding each other. That night I couldn’t sleep. I lay in my bed, the room dark except for a few glowing LEDs here and there, marking the positions of my various devices. I realized I was listening. I didn’t know for what. Or maybe I didn’t want to admit for what.

My mom was in her bedroom. I’d heard her come up about an hour earlier. She’d closed her door softly, maybe so it wouldn’t disturb me. Maybe for some other reason I couldn’t guess at. What was she doing in there? Was she on her laptop? Video chatting with strange men? No. Not tonight. Not after everything that happened. I shouldn’t even be thinking about it. What she did was her own business.

I turned over and told myself to think of something else. I had SATs next weekend. I’d looked at the first unit of the study guide Mom got me a couple months ago, but hadn’t cracked it since. I decided to buckle down and hit it hard the next day. College was important to her, so it should be important to me. School was always so easy for me that I’d gotten used to not having to try. I went to my window and put the shade up.

It was cloudy, but the moon was visible, shining nakedly low in the sky. It reflected the hidden sun’s light into my backyard, including on the spot where I had set my mother down the night before. There were some scary moments there. But…other moments, too.

I’d always had the sense that my mom was good-looking. It was an uncomfortable source of pride that she wasn’t like most of the other mothers I knew. No, she wasn’t a swimsuit model, or even what I would consider a MILF – she didn’t give off that kind of sexual vibe – but she was an attractive woman for her age. I thought about the way she looked when I took that weird mask off of her. No, she wasn’t just pretty for her age, she was a very attractive woman…period.

This got me thinking about the rest of her outfit. Kinky was the only way I could think of to describe it. Something my mother definitely was not. Though, I suppose I wasn’t in a position to make that call. From the new evidence I had, it was more likely that I didn’t know anything at all about my mother’s sex life. I had tried not to look, but those nipples of hers. So long, and thick. I never would have guessed. Those were the nipples that I had fed on as an infant. My tongue worked in my mouth as that thought occurred to me. What the fuck was I doing?

I pulled the shade. I listened. Quiet.

And what about that other thing? The plastic butterfly with the dildo dick that my mom had stuck up her pussy…I mean, vagina. I shook my head. No, her pussy. I never thought about my mother having a pussy before. Sure, she was a woman and all women have one, but the reality that my mother had one had never entered my consciousness. Now I couldn’t get it out of there. I went to my closet.

A few minutes later, I had everything laid out on my bed. Mask, collar, clamps, chain, corset, butterfly, jeweled plug, stockings and boots. I used my iPhone’s flashlight app to survey the gear arranged in the rough shape of the women who wore them. I picked up the plastic butterfly device. It had a AA battery inside. It must vibrate somehow, but I didn’t see any switches. That four-inch penis extended toward me as a lurid reminder of how I had to draw it out of my mom’s pussy. The wet sound doing that made echoed in my imagination. I put it down before giving in to my temptation to sniff it.

My cock was hard. Harder than it had been last night after I’d stripped her down to nothing out there in the backyard. Right there in the open. Those tantalizingly long nipples. Her small strip of light pubic hair. Her shapely legs, parted as if inviting me in. I stroked myself knowing it was wrong. It had been an emergency. She was helpless. Vulnerable. I had a responsibility to protect her. Not take perverse pleasure from her compromised situation.

I pictured her deliberately attaching those clamps to each of her nipples, shuddering with the pain they brought, then smiling at the pleasure she took from it. She must have squatted when she put the butterfly in place. Moaning, perhaps, as it entered her. How long did her touch linger on her asshole as she applied the lube before bending over and inserting that fancy butt plug? Oh, Mom. I jerked faster. Mom, you’re such a horny lady. A beautiful, sexy, horny lady.

I choked back my groan of release as I sprayed a liberal helping of semen over her spikey black boots. The shame and guilt hit instantly and simultaneously. I was fucking sick. My own mom, for God’s sake. I grabbed a sock and cleaned my mess up, making sure I didn’t miss a single drop. I quickly packed everything back into my bag, and closed it up in the closet.

Back in bed I listened. Still silent. It was hours before I finally fell asleep as I replayed the events of the other night over and over again in my head.

The next day while my mom was out running some errands, I transferred her stuff from my book bag to an oversized shopping bag and left it in her room. I didn’t trust myself with it. I didn’t like what I had done, but I decided it was just the shock and excitement of the life and death circumstances, and whatever I was feeling would fade and soon be forgotten.

That evening there was a light tap at my door. “Tyler?”

“Yeah?”

My mom opened the door and peeked in. “Oh, you’re busy studying,” she said when she saw me lying on my bed with my SAT prep guide. “I won’t bother you.”

“It’s okay, time for a break anyway.” I put the book aside. “What is it?” I asked, assuming she had some chore she needed me to do.

“I think we should talk.”

Whoops, fell into that one. Any way I can rewind and take her up on leaving me alone to study? No chance.

“Ah, that’s okay,” I tried, knowing I didn’t want to have whatever conversation this was. “We’re good.”

She sat down on the edge of my bed with a serious, concerned look. “You saw some…things the other night, and I want to explain.”

“No, Mom, seriously. You don’t have to.” Yup, it was that conversation.

“I know it must have been awful for you to see, and I want you to know how sorry I am for that. It was stupid and irresponsible of me.”

“C’mon, you didn’t do anything to apologize for. Just forget it. Please.”

She was quiet for a moment. She nodded and I thought that might be the end of it.

“Anyway, thank you.” She patted my knee, giving my leg a little shake. “For getting me out, and for doing what you did. I don’t imagine my dignity counts for much in the overall scheme of things, but it was a nice thing you did for me.”

“Yeah, sure…” No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I knew exactly what she looked like without clothes on. As she sat there, dressed in a conservative sweater and shapeless pants, I knew what her bare breasts looked like, the way her tummy had that sensual swell to it, and how she trimmed her pubic hair. I was a total degenerate.

“It must have looked strange, but I promise it’s not as weird as you might think.” She shook her head and stopped herself. “I’m just sorry you had to see what you did.”

I could tell she was close to crying, which is the last thing I wanted. “Really, Mom, it wasn’t all that. It was dark, I really didn’t see anything, and I was all woozy from the gas, so I barely remember what happened.”

I could tell she wasn’t convinced, but she appreciated the effort.

“I could have died,” she said, her voice sounding hollow and small. “We both could have.” She lay down on the bed alongside me, putting one arm over me in a half sort of hug. “Could you imagine if that’s how they found me? I don’t even want to think about it.”

I was wishing she also didn’t want to talk about it! “Hey, it wouldn’t have just been you. I was sleeping naked.” Why did I just say that?

“Ha, yeah, though I doubt you had anything stuck up your butt.” She swallowed her chuckle. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be joking about this.”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it. Whatever it is, that’s your private thing and it’s fine now.”

“Was.” She shifted next to me and I became aware of her breast pressing against my ribs. “It was my thing, but I’m done with that. All of it. No more.”

I didn’t know how to respond, or even if I should. “Okay.”

She was lost in her own thoughts for a time. As uncomfortable as the conversation was, it felt nice having her lie with me the way she was. “Were you the one who closed my laptop?”

“Uh, yeah. When I came back in for your robe.”

“Good.” Her hand moved across my chest, her fingernails tracing aimless circles. “The webcam was on when I passed out. I wouldn’t want anyone to have seen.”

I didn’t know if she meant the people on the other end of the webcam, or the emergency people who went through the house. I tried not to think about how my mom was dressed the way she was because she was showing off to some strange guy online. “Yeah, that’s what I figured.”

“I have such a smart boy.” She hugged me tighter. “Even with your brain all messed up, you still know just what to do. I really owe you.”

“Cut it out, Mom. You would have done the same thing for me.”

“Let’s hope I never have to.” She laughed again at that thought. It was a soft, light laugh that gave me a little shiver of pleasure when I heard it. “I made some friends online not long after your father and I split up. It was harmless at first, but then one of them started giving me these little dares. They were silly things to start with and I played along. It was fun. But then they got a bit…racy.”

I wanted to stop her, but at the same time I wanted to hear more. I had thought it was the last thing I wanted when this talk began, but it seemed like she needed to open up about everything. Maybe since I had seen her the way I had, she felt it was okay to go ahead and let the floodgates open. I wasn’t so sure it was.

“Stupid, I know. Lonely divorcee desperate for attention but afraid to go out on a real date with a real man in the real world. I just wasn’t ready. I’m still not.” She picked at invisible bits of lint on my t-shirt. “I got swept up in the fantasy of it all and let myself get carried away. You’d think a woman my age would know better.”

“The internet can do that to you. It’s a place you can escape to and be whoever, or whatever, you want. Everyone does it to some degree. Maybe not to the mild-mannered mom-by-day and dominatrix-by-night degree, but whatever.” Shit! Shut up, Tyler. Just stop talking!

“Oh, God,” she moaned and hid her face against my shoulder. “You must think I’m a freak.”

“No,” I assured her. Then, “Okay, yeah, maybe a little.”

“I don’t suppose it would help if I told you I wasn’t a dominatrix…I was a slave.”

“A what?” Dang it, Tyler! You don’t want to know!

“I was more of what they call a sub. I got off…sorry, I liked being told what to do. I could just turn my brain off and give complete control to someone else. I didn’t have to make any decisions, all my choices were made for me. It was a little frightening, but that’s part of what made it exciting.”

“Are you sure you should be talking to me about this stuff?”

She let out a sigh. “You’re probably right. No one wants to hear about their mother’s sex life, or lack of a sex life.”

“It’s not that, really…it’s just strange to think about you that way…”

Neither of us spoke for a time. Oddly, it didn’t feel the least bit awkward. Mom took my wrist and held my hand up. She put her palm against mine. “Remember how you’d always do this? You were so excited the time your hand was finally bigger than mine. That was the day I lost my little boy forever. You were all grown up.” She laced her fingers with mine and squeezed.

“You didn’t lose me, Mom. I’m right here.”

“But you’re not my little boy. You take care of me as much as I take care of you now. You’ve become a man.”

“I’m not even eighteen yet.”

“Age isn’t what makes you a man.” There was more, but she left it unsaid. “All right, if we’re not going to talk about my sex life, then let’s talk about yours.”

“I think that gas did something to you, Mom. We should go back to the hospital for more tests.”

She laughed and pushed against me playfully. “You know my secrets, so I should know yours. How’s your sex life?”

“You’re holding onto it right now.” Why the fuck couldn’t I keep my mouth shut?

She squeezed my hand and stifled a giggle. “So, a lot like mine then.” She propped herself up on one elbow and looked at me. “You’re such a handsome boy, a great personality, good body…I don’t understand why you don’t have a girlfriend…or three.”

She was always pestering me about this. I usually avoided the topic, but I didn’t feel like going through the effort at this point. “There are girls that I think I like, but then I get to know them and they’re beyond boring. The things they care about are meaningless, they don’t have an original thought in their heads, and all they want to do is text their friends about stupid nothing garbage. It’s just a big waste of time.”

“That does sound pretty awful.” Her eyes got a mischievous sparkle in them. “Does that mean my baby is still a virgin?”

“Mom!”

“Oh, come on, you can tell me. I’m your mother. I have a right to know.”

“I don’t think that’s a thing. But, yes, I am.” I probably should have been more embarrassed about that, but I wasn’t for some reason.

“Good.” Mom settled back down, resting her head on my shoulder, her forehead against my cheek. “Your first time should be special. I’d hate for you to waste it on one of those stupid high school girls who wouldn’t know how lucky they were to be with a great guy like you.”

It made me feel good to hear her say that, but it gave me other feelings as well. Feelings that were also good, but in the wrong kind of way. Meaning, in the way that might lead to me getting hard as I was lying there in my bed with my mother half on top of me.

“You’ve never wanted to talk about sex this much with me before,” I pointed out, suspecting it was a mistake.

“No, that’s true. A lot has changed recently. Of course, there was what happened the other night. It could have all just ended like that, in the blink of an eye. There would be so much left undone. Things that should have been said that never were because I always thought there was plenty of time to get around to it.” She kissed my cheek. “Something like what we went through makes you step back and take stock of your life. How about you?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Not really. I wasn’t worried about me, just about you.”

Mom shook her head and patted my chest. “You have the advantage of youth. Thinking you’re going to live forever. I envy that.”

I didn’t think it was so much what she was saying, but more that the only thing dominating my mind from that night was her and that outfit she had on.

“I also learned a lot about myself playing as a slave.”

“Okay, we’re back on that.” I resigned myself to the fact that she wasn’t going to let it go.

“Sorry, I know you don’t want to picture your mother doing those kinds of dirty things, but I’m still a woman. I have needs, just like you. And…desires.”

I became acutely aware of her hand resting on my stomach. Fairly low on my stomach at that. Just above the waistline of my jeans. Only inches away from…

“No, I understand that,” I said, trying to corral my racing thoughts and not let anything happen in my pants. “Whatever you do is fine, it’s just that I never thought about you that way before.”

“But now you do? After what you saw…”

“No, not exactly. I mean, I’m more aware, I guess, but I don’t know.” The images were coming into my mind faster than I could ignore them. Her nipples, her pussy, legs, butterfly dildo, butt plug, sex slave, desires…sexual desires.

“Can I ask you something? And you can be honest, I won’t be upset.”

I nodded, afraid of what was coming.

“You had your cell phone that night when you called 911, right? Did you…take any pictures?”

“Pictures?”

“Of me?”

“No! Mom, I swear I didn’t. I never even thought of it.” I mentally kicked myself! Why hadn’t I thought of that?

“Settle down, I was just curious. I believe you.” She rubbed my belly in a calming motion. “It’s just that I was completely out of it. You could have done anything and I would never have known.”

It almost sounded like she wanted me to have done something. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. What was going on here?

“Sure, I could have. But…” But what? Yes, she was my mom. It would have been an unforgivable violation. And I could have gotten away with it. Whatever “it” was. I could have sucked on one of those alluring nipples. Or I could have even fingered her. It sounded like she was still pretty wet when I pulled that thing out. I was naked and hard at the time. There was plenty I could have done. “I looked,” I admitted. “I kind of didn’t have a choice.”

“You said it was dark…and you didn’t remember much.”

“Well, yeah. But I still saw stuff.”

Her hand moved down and rested on the bulge in my pants. I had lost the battle and was sporting a full hard-on. And my mom had her hand right on top of it. Holy fuck, what was happening?

“What stuff?”

“Um…your breasts.” My voice was shaking, and maybe my whole body was, too.

“Yeah? You saw my tits. What else?” She went on when I didn’t answer right away. “You took my butterfly vibrator off. What did you see then?”

“Nothing really.” I swallowed hard. “Maybe your vagina, a little.”

“My vagina?” Her hand squeezed me lightly. “You saw my pussy lips?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess so.”

“That must have been weird for you. Seeing your own mother’s pussy. Seeing me dressed up like some kind of slut. Finding out I’m a submissive slave doing filthy things with myself while on the computer.”

“I, um…weird…yeah…”

“I have a confession to make, Tyler.” Her breath was warm and moist on my neck as her hand gently massaged my erection through my pants. “I couldn’t help thinking about all this last night. Alone in my room. Thinking about what it was like for you out there in the backyard. Wondering what you might have done with me.”

Her lips were against my skin as she spoke low and whispery. My heart was racing. Her hand felt so good. This was bad. It was so bad, but I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move.

“I touched myself. I thought about all of that and I touched my pussy.” She said the word pussy in a way that made my balls tingle. “Did you? Did you think about what happened and touch yourself?”

I didn’t want to answer her. I was afraid to admit it to myself, much less to her.

I cleared my throat. “I did.” The words were out before I could stop them.

“You thought of everything you saw and masturbated? My tits and pussy made your cock hard, didn’t they? And you had to stroke yourself…just like I did. And you made yourself—“

Before she could finish, my body convulsed. A strangled noise escaped my throat. Mom held perfectly still for a few seconds, and so did I.

“Did you just…?” She lifted her hand and looked down. It must have been obvious.

She sat up instantly and turned away from me. “Oh, God. No. What am I doing? I didn’t mean to…” She was on the verge of panic, or maybe she had already tipped over the edge. “Tyler, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby!”

My mom stood and paced next to my bed, frantically shaking her hands like she was trying to exorcise the demons from them.

“You were right. The gas must have screwed up my head. Something is seriously wrong with me. This didn’t happen. Just forget this happened. I’m so, so sorry!” The tears were flowing down her cheeks and she couldn’t look at me. I’d never felt so good then instantly so terrible before in my life. “Please don’t hate me. I swear I didn’t want this, and I promise it will never happen again.”

I wanted to say something, but her words were coming too fast for me to interject.

“It’s not your fault. You’re a good boy and you saved me and you did everything right and I did everything wrong. I’m terrible. I’m the worst.”

“Mom, calm down. It’s okay!”

“No. It’s not okay at all. What was I thinking?”

I stood up and took hold of her shoulders to keep her in one place. “A lot of stuff happened and things are a little messed up right now. It’s not your fault. It just…it’s whatever…and it’s not that bad. Really.”

“Not that bad? Look at you!”

I looked down and saw the huge wet spot on the front of my jeans. The bulge was still there, too.

“I did that. To my own son. That’s insane!”

“It’s no big deal. That happens to me all the time. It really doesn’t take much. Don’t worry about it.”

She took a deep shuddering breath and looked at me. She realized she was only making a bad situation more difficult by freaking out the way she was. She nodded and took another breath.

“Okay. Yes. It was a mistake, simple as that. I’m sorry, and it happened, and a lot has been going on. We’re both here, and we’re okay, and nobody’s hurt, so we can just move past whatever this was. And everything form the other night. We can get back to normal, and we’ll be okay. Right?”

“Of course, yes. We’re already okay, Mom. We were both just a little confused after what happened, but it’s fine. We talked about it, and I think we both understand things a little better. And now it can be normal again like before.”

I didn’t believe a word of what I was saying, but I hoped that Mom was too frazzled to pick up on that.

“Okay, then.” She leaned in and gave me the barest of hugs, being careful not to let any part of her body below her shoulders touch me. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

“Love you, too, Mom.”

She still looked upset, but at least she wasn’t going crazy. As soon as she left and closed the door, I whipped out my cock and began beating off like a madman. Holy fuck that didn’t just happen. My mom was talking dirty right in my ear and feeling up my dick. She made me cum in my pants. That was the hottest thing that ever happened to me. I’d gotten a couple of blowjobs from girls before, but they were nothing compared to that. I had to be the sickest person in history to get off on my mom touching me.

I was going crazy on my dick, standing there thinking of all those filthy things she was saying. Was she in her room doing the same thing as I was? The idea that my mom might be fingering her pussy after what just happened was too much. I blasted a load all over the place. Goddamn, that felt good! I came so hard, my balls practically cramped up. One of them disappeared up inside me and I had to pop it back down. I stood there panting, trying to make sense of it all.

There was no sense to be made. I was getting off to my mother. And she was getting off on me. I’d assured her things could go back to normal, but there was no way that was going to happen.

This thing between us, whatever it was, wasn’t over. And I was going to make sure of that.

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30 Comments

30 thoughts on “Saving Mom 1

  1. Very good descriptions and timing. Many writers seem to have a problem with one or the other, if not both. You wrote in a style that just enough information but moved on before you explained it to death. Good Job.

  2. Definitely a dirty storie. Good job describing how hard it is to look at a wet pussy and not get hard no matter whose it is. Next time I read it I’m going to be bare ass and will picture it to see what happens. Hell I may even go out in my backyard after dark and read it then see what happens.

  3. Rachel, you are a talented writer. Your stories always have the right effect. Great job adding the images to each story, they are always fitting. I checked out the video and I have to agree, the actress looks like the average attractive mother and not an over the top porn actress. Keep up the great work, looking forward to the next read.

  4. So good to read your story’s again. Have some pent up fantasy with being played up with your leg. Glad you feeling better. Always look forward to you writting.

  5. Thank you for a great story Rach.
    You are hitting a lot of my own ‘mother-son’ buttons in this one, probably why I have read it so many times (and cum so many times xxx). The idea of your son accidentally seeing your sex life and the desires that stirs is so real and close to home that I found this story irresistible! Now, how do I set of the carbon monoxide alarm without killing myself :-)

  6. Great story. Several places for it to go. Since her activities were left fairly vague you could easily have camming then the son could start surfing can sites to try to find her culminating with a private chat where they cam-to-cam to reveal that he had been watching her.

  7. Simply awesome! The injury obviously did no harm to your imagination. What a relieving departure from the worn out theme of mom catching son jacking off and becomes besotted by the sight of his throbbing cock or visa versa. The idea of carbon monoxide poisoning as a vehicle to set the stage for mutual arousal is just deliciously ingenious.
    Gotta love it; want more of it.
    Thank you.

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