My mother is a supermodel

I packed up my camera gear as the sun dropped, thinking about how the shoot with Ashley had gone better than expected. She looked great in a bikini, thanked me, and promised to tag me, even though I doubted it would bring much work my way. Walking back to my car, I tried to ignore the heaviness in my chest, knowing photography was my dream but lately felt like a grind with scarce gigs and brutal competition.

As I drove home, my mind wandered to my mother. Even after all these years, her career was thriving. And it wasn’t hard to see why.

Mom was … well, she was Mom. Gorgeous, confident, and sweet, all wrapped up in one. But more than that, she had a way of making you feel like you mattered.

She was a model, but not the kind you’d expect. Mature, elegant women like her were in high demand, and she made good money because of it. These days, it wasn’t just young girls looking for photos. Women like her had carved out a niche, MILF, and she owned it.

I pulled into the driveway and hopped out. Stepping inside, my mother greeted me. “Hey, kiddo.”

I winced slightly at the nickname. At six-three, I towered over her, and being called “kiddo” didn’t exactly fit, and I was also twenty years old. But she said it with so much affection, I couldn’t bring myself to complain.

I followed the sound and found her leaning casually against the counter, a steaming mug of tea in hand. Her dark blonde hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, framing a face that could’ve been pulled straight from the pages of a magazine. High cheekbones and flawless skin gave her an effortless glow, and her heart-shaped lips curved naturally into the kind of smile most people had to fake for photos. Her blue eyes sparkled with warmth, and her strong jawline added confidence that made her beauty almost intimidating.

She was wearing one of those casual but stunning outfits that only she could pull off, a wrap top with a deep V-neck paired with jeans that hugged her figure perfectly. Even as her son, I couldn’t deny she turned heads wherever she went.

“How’d it go?” she asked.

I shrugged, setting my bag down by the door. “Not bad. She seemed happy with the photos.”

She tilted her head, studying me like she always did when she thought something was wrong. “Let me see them,” she said, nodding toward my bag. “Come on, I want to see what you’ve been working on.”

“Fine,” I replied, pulling out my camera as we sat down on the couch. She shifted closer, her hip brushing against mine in that casual, familiar way.

I flipped through the shots, handing her the camera as she leaned in. Her dark blonde hair brushed my arm, and the faint scent of her perfume filled the space between us.

“That Ashley is a hottie,” Mom said with a teasing giggle.

“Yeah, hard to stay focused, but I hope I pulled it off.”

“You sure did,” she said, scrolling through the photos. “Jake, you’re getting better and better. These are stunning. I mean it.”

“What’s so good about them?”

Mom leaned in closer, her shoulder brushing mine as she zoomed in on the images. Since she was also wearing a V-neck, I could see the upper parts of her mature breasts, the light tan, the sensual curves and her thick nipples poking against her bra.

Mom flipped through the shots, pointing out how clean his framing was, how Ashley’s pose drew the eye, and how the backlight made her curves pop. She said he’d captured her energy, nailed the composition, and made her look incredible. It was the most confident she’d sounded about his work in a long time.

“Thanks,” I murmured, my voice a little quieter than I intended. “That means a lot.”

“You should be proud of yourself,” she said, handing the camera back to me with a warm smile. “Really proud.”

For a moment, I let myself believe her. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was getting closer to where I wanted to be.

“Jake,” she said, her tone soft, drawing my attention.

“Yeah?” I asked, turning to her.

“Why do you keep pushing me away?” she asked. She crossed her legs and leaned slightly closer, not breaking eye contact.

We’d talked about this several times before. I didn’t think I was good enough for someone as beautiful as her, but I had gotten better. It wasn’t only that, but there was also the dilemma of trying to capture the sexiest photo of my mother. It felt a bit taboo and forbidden. I couldn’t help myself from slipping into my taboo dreams which happened now and then. I still remembered my first wet dream involving my mother. It felt so real, I could feel her flesh when I lay on top of her with her legs spread. When I woke up, there was a puddle of cum right on the mattress. It wasn’t only a sticky mess but an embarrassing one as well, and one that I tried to forget.

“Come on, tell me,” Mom said, raking her fingers through my hair. “You can’t keep using the excuse that you’re not good enough.”

I took a breath, trying to steady myself. “If I have to take a photo of you,” I started cautiously, “then it has to be the sexiest.”

“And?”

“You’re my mother,” I pointed out, hoping that would end the conversation.

“And?” she repeated, her playful smile never faltering. “It’s only weird if you make it weird. I’ve asked you countless times what you think of my outfits. Is that weird too?”

I shook my head slowly. But with how stunning she looked, it definitely fed into thoughts I couldn’t entirely control. Thoughts that sometimes slipped into my forbidden dreams.

I scratched the back of my neck, considering her offer. I’d never been to Hawaii, but I knew it was a photographer’s paradise. The chance to shoot there, and with her connections, was hard to turn down.

“Keep in mind,” she added, her voice dropping slightly, the way it always did when she was persuading me, “I know plenty of beautiful women. You might find yourself inspired.”

“I know you do,” I replied, laughing softly. Her blue eyes locked onto mine, deep and captivating. It was hard to look away. “Alright … I’ll come with you.”

Her face lit up with her beautiful smile. She leaned in and pressed her lips to my forehead, leaving a faint, damp mark of lipstick behind. Then she pulled me into a warm hug, her arms wrapping tightly around me. She didn’t hesitate, pressing her soft boobs against my chest, making her gratitude, and her affection, perfectly clear.

*****

When we finally landed in Honolulu, my nerves had settled just enough to let me focus on the task ahead. Mom handled the resort check-in, chatting with the staff while I stood back.

“Vanessa!” a warm voice called out. We turned to see Jeanette, Mom’s best friend, approaching. Jeanette was every bit as elegant as I remembered, blonde, tall, and dressed in a pink pencil dress with slits. Her smile widened as her eyes landed on me, and for a split second, I thought I caught interest in her gaze.

“Jeanette, you look incredible,” Mom said, stepping forward to embrace her.

Jeanette returned the hug. The two women weren’t shy, leaning into a full, breasts-mashing embrace that left me half-wondering if a boob would pop out. Jeanette pulled back to give Mom an appraising look. “And you are still as stunning as ever. But Jake, it’s been far too long.”

“It has,” I said, shaking her soft hand.

“We’re going to make this campaign unforgettable,” Jeanette said.

“We should dump our bags and freshen up first,” Mom said, patting my back lightly. “And take a shower.”

“I’ll wait for you here in the lobby,” Jeanette said with a wink.

Before starting anything, we made our way to the room to drop off our luggage. After an elevator ride, I followed Mom down the corridor. We stopped at our suite, and Mom opened the door.

“Wow,” I muttered as I stepped inside. The room was stunning, spacious and sleek with a beautiful ocean view framed by large windows. The scent of fresh flowers lingered in the air, faintly reminiscent of Mom’s perfume.

“Not bad,” she said, setting her purse on the marble counter. She walked further in and opened the door to the bedroom. I followed, only to stop short when my eyes landed on the bed, a single king-sized one.

“Uh, is this …” I started, glancing at her.

Mom turned, her expression unreadable for a moment before she let out a laugh. “I guess they assumed we’re a couple. I don’t mind if you don’t.”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. The idea of sharing a bed with her was … well, not something I wanted to analyze too much.

“Do you mind if I take a shower first?” Mom asked me.

“Not at all,” I said. “I can get the camera ready and also set up my laptop.”

“You’re the best,” Mom said, smiling. She rose to her feet, and my eyes were glued on her bottom as her hips swayed beneath her dress. She closed the bathroom door, and I felt my cock twitch. Great, I was already hard. I tried to get my mind off something else, getting the camera out of the bag, but it was near impossible as I heard how she slipped out of her clothes.

I glanced at the keyhole, wondering how she would look like nude. I shook my head, knowing it was a risk, and she would most likely catch me if I dared. I waited till she turned on the water, listening to how she hummed a heavenly melody.

But curiosity gnawed at me, tempting me to take just one look. Slowly, I rose to my feet and crept toward the bathroom door.

An inch away from the door, I hesitated. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t resist. Slowly, I lowered myself to peer through the keyhole. At first, all I could see was a cloud of steam. But as my eyes adjusted, shapes began to emerge from the mist. Mom’s silhouette came into focus followed by her feminine curves partially obscured by the wisps.

She stood with her back to me, water cascading down her body. Her wet hair clung to her neck and shoulders, dark blonde strands. Droplets traced down the curve of her spine, disappearing into her back.

The steam swirled and parted, revealing glimpses of forbidden nude flesh. The swell of her hips, the roundness of her bottom, the lean muscles of her thighs, all on display for short moments before being veiled again by the mist. It was like watching a sensual dance, her body appearing and vanishing in the steam.

“Wow … you’re gorgeous.”

She turned slightly, and I caught a flash of the side of her breast, full and perky despite her age. Her arm moved across her body, hand gliding over smooth skin as she washed herself.

“Jake?” she called for me while the water still cascaded over her.

I froze.

“Jake, are you there?”

“Yes, I’m here.”

“I forgot my toiletry bag with all the shampoos. Do you mind fetching it for me?”

“Uhm, sure,” I said. I headed to her bag. I zipped it open, immediately greeted by her natural, honeyed scent. It was like stepping into a flower shop, sweet and intoxicating. Her suitcase was packed with feminine clothes, skimpy bikinis, sexy swimsuits, mini skirts, and pencil dresses. I couldn’t help but chuckle. We weren’t supposed to be staying here long, yet it seemed like she’d packed an entire wardrobe.

My amusement faltered when my eyes landed on her panties. My cock stirred as I held up a pair. They were pink, like cotton candy, and just as skimpy as I imagined. I quickly set them down, but my hand bumped into something stiff at the bottom of her luggage.

Curious, I unzipped a smaller hidden compartment and froze. Inside was a stash of sex toys. My eyes widened as I pulled out a vibrator, sticky to the touch, carrying the unmistakable scent of a woman. Next to it was a purple dildo, equally as sticky.

“Wow,” I murmured, staring at her toy collection in disbelief.

My heart raced as I quickly put everything back where I’d found it, trying not to think too hard about what I’d just touched. I finally grabbed her toiletry bag and zipped the suitcase closed.

Knocking on the bathroom door, I steadied my voice as best I could. “Mom? I’ve got your things.”

“Come in,” Mom called over the sound of running water.

I slowly opened the door, averting my eyes from the shower. “I’ll put it here,” I said, setting it on the counter.

“Thanks, sweetie,” she said. Through the steamy glass, I could make out her silhouette, all curves and long limbs. I felt a rush of heat that had nothing to do with the humid air.

“No problem,” I mumbled, hurrying out and shutting the door behind me.

I collapsed onto the bed, my mind reeling. The toys. It shouldn’t surprise me. My mother became horny like any other woman, which shouldn’t have been surprising, given how stunning she was. But imagining her using those toys, sliding that dildo in and out of her wet pussy, and wearing that skimpy underwear, had an effect on me that I wish it hadn’t.

I tried to focus on setting up my equipment, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Mom’s curves through the shower glass. By the time she stepped out, wrapped in a fluffy white robe, her skin flushed and glowing, I was achingly hard.

“All yours,” she said with a smile, gesturing to the bathroom. “Also, I’d recommend Not Your Mother’s Beach Babe Shampoo,” Mom said with a playful grin.

I blinked at her, unsure if she was serious. “That’s the actual name?”

She giggled and nodded. “Go see for yourself.”

“Alright,” I said, stepping into the bathroom. The warm, humid air was already infused with her signature, heavenly scent. I undressed quickly and hopped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over me.

When I exited the bathroom, Mom was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in a pencil skirt and a top. She looked up and smiled.

“How’s the shampoo?” she asked.

“You tell me.”

She drew in a deep breath and exhaled. “Wonderful,” she said and playfully ruffled my hair. “I want to show you something.” She patted the spot on the bed next to her, and I sat down. She placed a magazine on her lap and flipped to a page featuring a model lying on a beach. The woman wasn’t fully nude, her breasts were covered with sand, but the image left little to the imagination. It was undeniably erotic, and my body responded involuntarily.

“Why are you showing me this?”

“I thought we could try something similar,” she said casually. “Jeanette’s taught me a lot about marketing. Less clothing means more sales.”

I swallowed hard, the reality of her suggestion sinking in. She wanted me to take semi-nude photos of her. The thought made my mind race. As if sensing my hesitation, she placed a gentle hand on mine.

“You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable,” she said.

“No,” I said, studying the photos and imagining Mom in them. “I think they’ll look good … It’s just that I don’t have any experience with nude photography.”

“There’s a first time for everything,” she said with a wink.

I nodded. “I guess there is.”

We headed out to meet Jeanette again. She also had to comment on how good I smelled. She guided us through the luxury resort. We passed well-trimmed gardens and infinity pools, and lastly, we ended up at the private beach.

Mom sat down in a chair near the changing tent, two young women attended to her. They were busy applying foundation, lipstick, and layers of makeup to perfect her already flawless features.

Meanwhile, I adjusted my camera gear, focusing on the task ahead.

I took a deep breath as Mom stepped out from the changing tent in a skimpy white microkini. The thin fabric clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination.

“Ready when you are,” Mom called, striking a pose with one hand on her hip.

I raised the camera, looking at her through the viewfinder. “Let’s start with some basic shots to warm up,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Just relax and be natural.”

Mom nodded and began doing a series of poses: arching her back, tossing her hair, gazing out at the ocean. I snapped away, catching her natural beauty. The early morning light was perfect as if it were made for her.

“These are looking great,” I said. “Now let’s try some by the water.”

We moved closer to the shore, where the waves lapped gently at the sand. I directed Mom to walk along the edge of the surf, letting the water splash around her feet. The sea breeze tousled her hair, giving her a carefree look.

“Perfect,” I called out. “Now turn and look over your shoulder.”

Mom did as instructed, glancing back with a flirtatious smile. I caught the moment her eyes met the camera, and it was perfect.

After a while, Mom suggested we move on to the nude shots. My hands trembled a little as she untied her bikini top. I looked away, not wanting to be caught checking her out like this. I also had a feeling Jeanette was watching my reaction.

“How do you want to do this?” she asked.

I turned to her, and she cupped her breasts with one arm, preserving some modesty. I swallowed hard. “Um, let’s start with you lying on your stomach in the sand. We’ll do some back shots first.”

Mom nodded and got into position, stretching out on the warm sand. While she did so, I caught a quick glimpse of her pink nipples and areolas. I circled around her, capturing different angles. The curve of her spine, the swell of her hips, the elegant line of her legs … Fuck, she was sexy, and she made me rock hard.

“These are great,” I said, reviewing the shots. “But we need something more for the ad. Maybe we could try the sand covering technique?”

“Good idea,” Mom agreed. She sat up, still covering her boobs with her hand. “You’ll need to apply the sand though. You have steadier hands than me.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. “You’re the only guy here, and you know what will look good. I trust you.”

Taking a deep breath, I set my camera aside and knelt next to her. Mom uncovered her breasts, and my jaw was about to drop. “Wow,” I murmured. They were sculpted to perfection, round, firm with small, erect nipples. Her cleavage could easily catch a pen.

With trembling hands, I scooped up some damp sand and began carefully applying it to her breasts. I tried to be professional, but I couldn’t help noticing the softness of her skin. My fingers brushed against the swell of her breasts as I smoothed the sand. Her boobs jiggled for every poke. I couldn’t believe she allowed me to touch her breasts.

Mom’s eyes were closed, her expression serene as I worked. “How’s it looking?” she asked softly.

“Good,” I replied. “Just need to add a bit more here.”

I applied another layer of sand, making sure her nipples were fully covered.

“Okay, I think that’s good,” I said, sitting back on my heels. “Let me grab the camera and we’ll see how it looks.”

Mom sat perfectly still as I retrieved my camera and began snapping photos.

“These are beautiful,” I said honestly, reviewing the images. “Really artistic.”

She smiled, her eyes still closed. “I’m glad. Should we try some standing shots now?”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Carefully stand up and we’ll see if the sand stays in place.”

Mom rose to her feet, cupping her breasts to keep the sand covering in place. I circled around her, capturing shots from different angles.

“Turn towards the ocean,” I directed. “And maybe lift your arms up, like you’re embracing the sun.”

She did as instructed, raising her arms above her head. Her bottom was stunning as well. “Mind if I put some sand on your rear?” I asked. “I think it will look better.”

“I’m waiting,” she said, giving me the green light.

I scooped up some sand and gently covered her butt with it. She was so warm and soft. I could touch her for the rest of my life. She struck the pose again, and I quickly snapped several photos.

“I think we’ve got it,” I said after a few more shots. “These are going to be amazing for the ad.”

Mom lowered her arms and turned to face me, a proud smile on her face. “You did a great job. Very professional.”

“I agree,” I said and was still stunned from the nude photos and how close I’d gotten to her.

****

After we’d eaten dinner with Jeanette, we retreated to the bedroom. It had been a long day, but it had gone better than I’d expected. Mom had been sincere, and so had Jeanette. The photos turned out great, even though guiding her into some of the sexiest poses had felt slightly awkward, especially without her clothes on.

When she showered, I didn’t feel the urge to peek this time, unlike earlier. I’d already seen her naked, and I’d been left with an awkward, aching erection I hadn’t known what to do with.

It took Mom about an hour to finish in the bathroom. No wonder she was still a highly paid model: she took impeccable care of herself. Her hair was freshly fanned out, and the purple nightgown she wore draped loosely over her body, except where it strained against her breasts. My eyes caught the subtle outline of her nipples poking through the fabric, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was wearing anything underneath. Somehow, I doubted she had on panties.

When I stepped into the shower, I debated whether I should masturbate or not to her, but it felt so wrong. It felt as if I was taking things too far, but at the same time, my testicles were aching. I sighed. This was the dilemma I feared when I agreed to do this. I had no choice but to embrace the pain.

I finished my shower and put on my underwear, tucking my erection into the waistband for some discretion. For extra coverage, I wrapped a towel around my waist. When I stepped out, luckily she was in the hall. I managed to dive under the sheets just before she walked in.

She swung her feet onto the bed and lay down on her side, facing me.

“Isn’t it too hot with the sheets?” she asked, her voice soft.

“Nah, it’s alright,” I replied, though the real source of heat in the room was her.

“Get some rest. We’ve got more work to do tomorrow,” she said with a soft smile.

“I know,” I replied. “I promise I’ll make the photos even better.”

“That’s what I love about you—you’re always trying to outdo yourself. Nighty night.”

“Good night,” I said, closing my eyes and trying to drift off to sleep.

The gentle sound of waves lapping at the shore filled my dreams as I drifted off to sleep. In my dream, I found myself back on the beach from earlier, but this time it was deserted except for Mom and me. The golden light of sunset bathed everything in a warm, sensual glow.

Mom approached me, wearing the bikini from earlier. “Jake,” she said, her hand sliding down to her honeypot, “I need your help with something.”

Before I could respond, she suddenly had a vibrator in her hand. I blinked as she held it out to me.

“Please,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip.

As if in a trance, I took the vibrator from her. Pulling down her bikini bottom, Mom lay back on the sand. I knelt beside her, my hand shaking slightly as I brought the vibrator down between her thighs.

A soft moan escaped her lips as I pressed the vibrator against her. I watched in awe as pleasure overwhelmed her, her back arching off the sand.

“That’s it, my son,” she purred. “Right there.”

I moved the vibrator in slow circles, mesmerized by her reactions. Her skin flushed pink as her breathing quickened. She reached out and grasped my free hand, entwining our fingers.

The dream began to fade. I blinked awake, disoriented. The room was dark except for moonlight filtering through the curtains. But the buzzing continued, along with muffled whimpers coming from beside me.

I turned my head slowly, my eyes widening. Mom lay on her back, the sheets pushed down to her waist. Her nightgown was bunched up around her hips, and between her spread legs, I could see the outline of a vibrator moving in circles.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, lips parted as she panted softly. One hand gripped the sheets while the other worked the toy. I watched, paralyzed, as she writhed in pleasure.

“Oh,” she whimpered. “Oh.”

I knew I should look away, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from her. With a choked gasp, her back arched off the bed as she climaxed. The vibrator’s buzz muffled as she pressed it hard against herself.

As the climax subsided, Mom’s eyes fluttered open. Letting out a sigh of relief, she turned her head and our gazes met in the dim light. For a long moment, we just stared at each other, frozen.

“Jake,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. I thought you were asleep. I shouldn’t have … This was so inappropriate of me.”

I swallowed hard, feeling bad for her. “It’s okay, Mom,” I said. “Really, it’s fine.”

She shook her head, avoiding my gaze. “No, it’s not. I should have more self-control. You shouldn’t have to see your mother like … like that.”

We lay in silence for a few moments, the only sound was our uneven breathing. Finally, Mom spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just … I’ve been so lonely since your father passed,” she admitted. “I know it’s no excuse, but sometimes I just need … release. It helps me sleep.” She let out a shaky sigh. “I usually do this before bed, but with you here, I thought I could wait. Clearly, I was wrong.”

I felt even worse for her now. I turned to face her, finding her eyes glistening with unshed tears in the dim light. “Mom, it’s okay,” I said. “I understand. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I mean, we all masturbate.”

A tear trailed down her cheek. “You’re so dear to me. So understanding. I don’t deserve you.”

Without thinking, I reached out and gently wiped the tear away. “Don’t say that. You’re an amazing mother, and even more so to have raised me by yourself, while being in the limelight.”

My father died when I was five, so I didn’t have any memories of him. All I knew was that my mother was dedicated to raising me well, and she’d succeeded.

“Thank you.”

“We all have needs, right? I don’t mind. Really.”

A small, grateful smile tugged at her lips. “You always know how to make me feel better.” She reached out to pat my thigh, but her hand landed directly on my erection. Her eyes widened as she realized where she had just touched.

“Oh.”

I closed my eyes, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

“Did I cause that?” she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

“Yes… it’s one of the reasons I was hesitant to agree to this in the first place.”

“But can’t we be open about this instead?” she asked. “If you’ve been like this all day, and I just woke you up, I feel really guilty.”

“I’m okay.”

“You’re not okay if you’ve been like that the entire day.”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked, hardly believing we were even discussing this. This was uncharted and forbidden territory.

“Let me go down on you,” she said with a sweet, sincere smile. “Let me do something for you after everything you’ve done for me.”

She caressed my bulge, and I knew I couldn’t resist her offer.

“Please, for your sake,” she added softly.

“Alright, fine,” I said, giving in.

“Where do you want me to be?” she asked, her voice soft yet teasing.

“I want to lie down with you in front of me,” I replied.

“As you wish,” she said and moved into position, putting the sheets aside. Slowly, she curled her fingers around the waistband of my underwear and began pulling it down. She moved carefully, and once the waistband cleared my cock, she wrapped her soft hand around it.

“Young gun, huh?” she teased, her tone playful.

“I guess,” I said awkwardly, bracing myself for the heat of the moment.

She licked her lips, making it obvious she was salivating. Leaning closer, her delicate hands stroked me up and down with ease. “It’s been so many years,” she murmured, almost to herself.

Then, she leaned forward and started at the base, her tongue gliding slowly from the bottom all the way to the tip. It felt like time had slowed as her glistening saliva spread over every inch of my shaft.

“Wow,” I breathed, unable to contain my reaction.

Reaching the base again, she locked eyes with me as she planted soft, deliberate kisses along my length, her lips lingering until she reached the peak.

“Here we go,” she said, opening her mouth and sliding my erection over her tongue. She closed her lips around me, sucking so hard that her cheeks hollowed, sending waves of forbidden pleasure coursing through my body.

“That sucking you do is amazing,” I said, my voice thick with awe and arousal.

Once Mom heard me, she sucked even harder, sending shivers down my spine. “Oh god, Mom,” I groaned, my fingers tangling in her silky hair.

She hummed in response, the vibrations sending an extra jolt of pleasure through me. She pulled away for a brief moment, a string of saliva trailing from her bottom lip to my tip. “I want to make you feel as good as possible,” she said, her face glowing with joy.

“It feels like you’re taking me to heaven,” I replied, my voice breathless.

With a satisfied smile, she leaned back down, her lips parting as she glided my cock into her mouth, her soft lips stretching to accommodate my girth.

Her head bobbed up and down, taking me deeper with each pass. Saliva pooled around my shaft, and she made dirty wet sounds as she worked me with enthusiasm.

Mom’s tongue traced the thick vein on the underside of my cock as she pulled back, then flattened against me as she took me in again. The sight of her lips stretched around me, her eyes gazing up lovingly, was almost too much to bear.

“You’re so good at this,” I panted. It was like she put all her love and effort into making me feel good—exactly what a good mother would do.

She winked, then shocked me by relaxing her throat and taking me all the way to the base. The tight, wet heat of her throat gripping me tore a moan from my chest. Mom held me there for a long moment, lips against my groin, before slowly pulling back, gasping slightly.

“How was that?” she asked, her voice husky and full of satisfaction.

“Incredible,” I replied, my chest rising and falling with each breath. There was so much spit coating me it looked like I’d already blown a load. “Geez, it’s so wet.”

She smiled wickedly before diving back down, this time bobbing her head rapidly as she took me deep over and over. Saliva dripped down my shaft and balls as Mom sucked me with all her passion. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the room, punctuated by my groans of pleasure. She was taking me to heaven, a sensation I’d never experienced in my life. I could feel the pressure building, my balls tightening as it started becoming unbearable. Mom must have sensed it too, because she pulled off with a pop and looked up at me.

“Where do you want to finish?” she asked, her hand still stroking me.

“In your mouth,” I gasped. “Please.”

She nodded and took me between her lips once more, sucking hard without using her hands and taking me deep. Unable to resist, I began thrusting gently against her mouth, my fingers gripping the sheets as waves of pleasure coursed through me. It was the most intense sensation I’d ever experienced, and when I came, it felt like an explosion, and I jolted. She kept her lips sealed around me as I erupted, swallowing pulse after pulse of my cum. Her eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time, filled with love and desire. When the last spasm faded, she gave me one final suck before letting me slip from her mouth. My cock landed right on my thigh, lifeless after that heavenly blow job.

Mom licked her lips and crawled up to me. “So … how was that?”

“I’m speechless.”

She draped her arm over my shoulder as she lay on her side. I turned toward her, my eyes meeting her sparkling blue ones. “Thank you,” I said softly.

“You’re welcome,” she replied, her voice warm. “I’m glad I could make you feel good. It means the world to me.”

“It didn’t feel taboo?” I asked, searching her expression.

She shook her head gently. “It felt like love.”

“I agree.”

“We should try to get some sleep. Big day tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, settling back onto my side of the bed. “Goodnight, Mom.”

“Goodnight, Jake,” she replied.