Capítulo 269: Lessons Mom Taught
byHeyAll©
"Your son did what?!"
"Keep it down, would you?" Bridget hissed to her co-worker during their lunch break at the park. "I saw him masturbating in the laundry room this morning using my panties."
"Oh my," Carol gasped in amazement. "Did he see you? What was his reaction?"
"He didn't know that I caught him. I just saw him and quickly left."
"Did you at least get to see if he was hung?"
"Carol!" Bridget shot back with astonishment. "But if you're that interested, I didn't see his penis. His back was turned towards me. I just saw his exposed bottom and he was, you know, stroking himself using my undergarment."
Carol's eyes widened hearing the details of her friend's story. "So what are you going to do about it? He's not going to stop. And you certainly don't want him ruining your panty collection."
"I have absolutely no idea. It's the first time this has ever happened as far as I know. I was hoping you would have some advice for me since you have more experience raising boys than I do."
"Hmmm...Well, if you really want my advice, I suggest you tease him a little. Show him something he'll never forget. The next time he uses your panties, you should walk in on him and ask what he's doing. After that, I guarantee he won't be soiling any of your garments anymore. He'll be absolutely mortified beyond belief."
Bridget paused for a moment. "Do you really think that's necessary? That sounds a bit crude."
"Trust me, as a mother of two college boys, I know how to deal with young men his age."
***
The thought of teasing her 18-year-old son tormented Bridget for the rest of the day. She knew it would be wrong. She knew it would be dirty. But the idea of doing something like that was exciting to her in ways she hadn't expected. Surprisingly enough, it was a thrill which had been missing in her sex life for the past several years.
Bridget didn't want to admit it to Carol, but a part of her was actually flattered that Tom was masturbating with her panties. It wasn't necessarily her maternal side, but the side of her that was longing for sexual some attention, even if that attention was from her only son.
The next day she awoke with a firm resolve to follow her friend's advice. She was going to find a way to tease her son and catch him in the act of using her panties afterwards.
After a long shower before work, Bridget dried herself with a towel in the bathroom and put on her panties. For the first time in her life, she thought of her son in an inappropriate manner. Ideas swirled in her head as to how she was going to tease him. Maybe she would walk around the house braless, or bend down in front of him so that he could look down her blouse.
She didn't have time think much longer as she heard the water being used in the hallway bathroom. Tom had woken up early for his college class and he was washing up.
The moment of truth had arrived and she was ready to do act. She was already half naked and her first instinct was to let him peep at her body as she was getting dressed. She walked out of her bathroom and slightly opened her bedroom door, so that Tom would be able to see inside of her room once he headed down the hall. Bridget then grabbed a towel and used it to dry her hair and body in front of the large bedroom mirror.
The plan was for Tom to look inside and see her naked. Then she would pretend to be unaware, or at least pretend to be shocked. Her heart rate picked up when she heard the water turn off, and her pulse skyrocketed when she heard her son walking down the hall.
His footsteps became louder and then the moment came. There was a brief silence when he stopped walking and she saw her son in the reflection of the mirror with his eyes wide open. He was gawking at her breasts.
As soon as she made eye contact with him in the mirror, he immediately turned away and headed down the stairs for breakfast. It was over. She knew he was aroused and was most likely in the laundry room to get a quick orgasm.
The tingling sensation between her legs confirmed that she, too, was aroused.
***
After a few minutes, Bridget put on a robe and gently walked down the stairs so she wouldn't make much noise. Her son definitely wasn't eating breakfast because the kitchen and dining room were quiet. There was only one place he could be- the laundry room.
Her suspicions had been correct, and she could see Tom from behind. His shorts were partially down and he was masturbating at a furious pace. What made the situation even more lewd was that he was breathing heavily and his body showed clear signs of having an orgasm. Once he was done, he went over to the sink with his mother's panties filled with cum and he tried his best to rinse it off.
'That horny little bastard,' Bridget thought to herself. Teasing her son had backfired. Bridget took a deep breath and decided to put an end to his behavior.
"Did you enjoy yourself young man?" she asked casually.
"Mom!!" he shouted in a state of utter shock after he swung around to see his mother standing there.
He immediately tossed the panties into the sink and turned the water off, as if emptying his hands would relieve him of any sort of responsibility.
"Don't worry, you're not in trouble. I'm not mad at you."
"I...I'm sorry mom. It's just that...they were just sitting there..."
"And that's an excuse?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Tom shook his head and looked humiliated. "It's a horrible excuse. I guess I don't have an excuse."
"Why did you do that?"
He shrugged. "I've always had a thing for women in panties and lingerie, and yours are the only ones around. I don't know what else to say."
"Neither do I. Having my son masturbate with my things isn't something I would have expected. So it came as a complete shock to me when I saw you pleasuring yourself with my panties yesterday morning."
"God, you saw that?"
She nodded.
"I'm sorry," he replied in an embarrassed tone.
"Is that all you have to say for yourself?" she asked as gently as she could. "You're sorry? What on earth has gotten into you, using your mother's things like that?"
"I don't know."
She pursed her lips. "That's not good enough, young man."
"You probably don't want to hear this, but my friends have always thought that you're really hot. When you started leaving your panties out on the counter, I started thinking about you differently."
A sudden sense of guilt came over her. She found herself feeling sympathy for him. But more than that, she felt flattered that he would feel that way about her. And she surprisingly felt herself becoming aroused again at the thought of being lusted over by her son.
"How so?" she replied. "What was different in the way you thought about me?"
"Do we really have to do this?" he asked.
She nodded. "I want to get to the bottom of this."
"Fine. I thought about what they would look like on you. And I thought about what you would look like without them. I know what you're probably thinking, I'm sick and disgusting for doing this with your clothes."
On the contrary, it made her feel flattered in a strange way that he'd be crossing taboo barriers just to lust after her.
"Tom, I understand that you're a young man and that you're interested in women. I realize that it might be awkward sometimes because we live together. But I want you to know that being attracted to your mother isn't unusual, it sometimes just happens. Thinking about these things doesn't mean you're 'sick' or 'disgusting' in any way."
"Thanks for not thinking I'm some sort of creep," Tom replied with a sense of relief.
Bridget smiled, "Of course I don't think you're a creep. The truth is, us women want to share our bodies with men, but it has to be on our terms for it to mean anything special. The same applies to our clothes and our belongings. So if you want to enjoy yourself with one of my things, next time you need my permission first. You can't just take a woman's garments and use them for your pleasure without her knowing. It's not very appropriate."
His eyes lit up. "Are you saying what I think you're saying? Did you just..."
"I just might be," Bridget nodded. "You're a young man and you have your needs. I understand that your emotions can be a bit confusing. Actually, I think they can be very confusing. Don't forget, I used to be 18 at one point in my life. So, as long as you're respectful about this, I'll let you use my garments if you ask first."
Bridget couldn't help but wonder if she had just made a terrible mistake, or her best decision as a single parent.
***
The next day, lunch break at the office couldn't have come any faster, and Bridget was quick to spill most of the details to her friend.
"Are you serious?" Carol gasped when she heard.
Bridget nodded. "You should have seen his face when I caught him. And my panties were stained when I saw them in his hands. I had to throw them out afterwards."
"Gosh, what did you say to him?"
"I gave him a long lecture about how a woman's things should be treated. I can't say I blame him since he's young and at that age where he's lead by his hormones rather than reason."
"Well, I'm still in awe at the fact that you showed him your breasts," Carol replied. "That must have taken some serious courage on your part."
"I didn't show him my breasts. I let him see them. There's a slight difference there."
"But still, your son had a clear view of your tits."
Bridget found herself blushing. "I had been nervous about it all morning, and when the opportunity came, I just went for it. It wasn't until afterwards that I realized how far I went."
"Do you mind if I ask you a naughty question?" Carol asked in a shy tone and a sudden upright posture.
"Sure."
"Were you aroused at all? You must have been at some point."
Bridget paused a moment, wondering how much to reveal. She was genuinely embarrassed, but still, she was in desperate need of more guidance.
"Maybe a tiny bit," she admitted cautiously. "Exposing your tits to someone can often be arousing. Most people have that slight exhibitionist side to them, and I suppose I'm no exception."
"And to think, in all our years of knowing each other, I've always thought that I was the bad one," Carol joked. "Turns out I'm nothing compared to you."
They both laughed.
"You're still the bad one," Bridget chided. "Don't forget that this was your idea. I was only following your advice since you have more experience raising hormone-driven boys at Tom's age."
"Well, my expertise worked didn't it? But the real question is, what are you going to do if he doesn't stop? Tom sounds like he's a lot more testosterone-filled than I had previously thought. A young man can't just turn off his sexual feelings because his mother told him to. If anything, exposing your breasts to him may have even encouraged him."
"I'm one step ahead of you," Bridget said with a wry smile. "I didn't want to tell you this because it's kind of perverted, but I told him that if he wants to use my panties, or any of my undergarments, then he should just ask me and we could make some sort of arrangement."
"You're kidding?" Carol asked incredulously, not bothering to hide her shock.
Bridget shook her head. "I made a goodwill gesture in the heat of the moment. Believe me, I had no intention of making an offer like that until he confessed everything to me. My maternal side kicked in and I wanted to make him feel better."
"Do you think he's ever going to take you up on the offer?" Carol asked. "I mean, my God, at any moment your son could ask for your panties. And then you'll have to make good on your promise!"
Bridget gave a faint sigh. "We'll just have to wait and see I suppose."
Deep down, Bridget already knew the answer. She crossed her legs tight and wondered if Carol could smell the aroma coming from her wet pussy.
***
That night was a typical evening in Bridget's household. She came home, kicked off her shoes, and relaxed before making dinner. It was like she had never awkwardly caught her son masturbating.
They discussed their day's events as they ate, and a part of Bridget felt relieved that Tom didn't bother to ask about her panties. She figured he was just too embarrassed.
Later that night, Bridget questioned if her instincts were wrong. Maybe Tom had been humiliated into learning his lesson. Maybe he got the whole panty-thing out of his system?
"Night mom," Tom said as he noticed his mother preparing for bed.
Bridget was wearing nothing but a silk nightgown and had just finished brushing her hair in front of her dresser.
"Good night sweetie," she replied. "Sleep well."
"You too."
He stood there awkwardly for a moment, as if he wanted to say something. His body language was a mixture of preparing to walk away and standing in place, wanting to initiate a conversation.
"Is something on your mind?" she asked, and for the first time in her life, she felt nervous that he might answer that question truthfully given the context of the situation.
"Kind of. Remember that thing we talked about this morning? About asking your permission first. Did you really mean it?"
Bridget hesitated for a moment before approaching her son.
"Sure, I remember. It was a pretty important conversation."
"Do you...do you think I could borrow something?" he asked nervously. "It'll only be for the night and I promise I won't make a mess of it."
They both stood there awkwardly for a moment trying to process his unusual request. But she felt that a promise is a promise.
Her eyebrow rose. "I'm actually very proud of you right now. You asked me properly. Most men would have ignored that request and continued doing it without permission. So I'm glad you had the courage."
"Is that a yes?"
She answered by slipping her hands beneath her nightgown and pulled her panties down, lifting each leg, until she had taken them off completely. Then she playfully twirled the panties with her finger.
"Now, was asking me really so hard?" she asked calmly to put him at ease.
Tom took the panties from his mother's hand and replied, "Thanks mom, you're the best!"
The awkward tension somehow left them both feeling aroused.
***
It was impossible for Bridget to fall asleep. Twenty minutes had passed since she gave her son her panties, and all she could think about were lewd images of him furiously masturbating with her undergarment wrapped around his penis. Or maybe he was simply holding it with one hand and touching himself with the other?
Curiosity got the better of her and she got up to go check on him. She had no clue what she was going to say, but she needed to find out what he was doing. It was a fair trade she thought, for lending him something he could use to pleasure himself.
She walked down the dark hallway and noticed his bedroom light was on. She knocked and slowly opened the door to see her son laying in bed watching tv.
"Oh, hey mom," he said before turning off the television.
Her eyes roamed around his area and she noticed that her panties were on the floor along with a few pieces of tissue paper right next to his bed.
"Is that where it belongs?" Bridget asked.
"What do you mean?"
She walked over to the bed and picked up her panties off the floor, and then sat down on his bed to lecture him.
"My panties, do they belong on the floor?"
"No," he said apologetically. "I didn't think you would mind since they would be washed anyway."
"That's not the point," she replied. "I lent you something very personal to me and it should be treated with respect. If you look at my bedroom, I never leave my clothes laying around the floor. It's not proper decorum, especially for a woman's clothes."
"You're right. It won't happen again, I swear."
"Good. And if you don't mind me asking, why my panties? There are plenty of other things you could have used instead."
He gave a shy look. "The smell I guess. You know, the aroma. I like to smell them and think about where they've been. You know, how they've been against a woman's private area. That's always been very exciting to me."
"I shouldn't be saying this, but I'm glad you think so. Some women appreciate hearing things like that."
"Thanks. Do you think I can keep them for a little while longer? I was hoping to use them again in the morning if that's okay. That's always been the time that I have the most urges."
Bridget smiled and put her panties in her son's hand. "Sure, I don't mind. Have you finished relieving yourself for the night? You don't have to be shy about it."
"Uh...I...I have actually. A few minutes before you came in here I took care of myself."
Her heart rate picked up and that strong sense of arousal caused her vagina to moisten.
"Do you mind if I have a look?" she asked without thinking. "That is, if you're okay with your mother looking."
"Umm...sure," he replied. "If you want to."
She reached over and pulled his blanket down to his hips. Next, she grabbed the front part of his shorts and gave it a nice tug to reveal his flaccid penis. It was soft and it clearly had been used recently based on the faint moisture of the tip. The open air and exposure caused it to slowly harden again.
"Looks like it isn't done just yet," Bridget noted. "Do you need a helping hand with that? I want you getting good grades in college, and you can't do that if you're spending all your energy taking care of your natural urges."
Tom's eyes widened. "Yeah, that would be great mom. You're right about that. It's sometimes hard for me to concentrate in college because of this."
Bridget smiled at her son. He was making that up, and she knew it, but she didn't care. All she cared about was satisfying her son for the very first time after every fiber of her sexual being told her it was what she needed to do.
She wrapped the palm of her hand and fingers around his penis. "Let's see if I can take care of this for you then. I want my young man to be satisfied and relaxed enough to focus on his studies."
His young penis reacted immediately and grew to full length the moment she touched it. The moment was exhilarating for both of them. Tom was finally living his secret fantasy of being pleasured by his own mother. And Bridget got to experience a new sexual fantasy which she had never thought of before- being the object of her son's lust
Her hand skillfully gripped his penis and stroked it up and down. It was a specialty of hers. She loved the power it gave her over strong men. But in this case, the feeling was even better, because she now had sexual power over her own son.
He was now at her mercy, staring down at his own cock being stroked by his mother. He couldn't control his moaning and panting.
She was getting off on watching his facial expressions and touching his throbbing manhood. Bridget's arousal reminded her that she wasn't wearing any panties. If she wasn't careful, fluids could run down her thighs and stain her nightgown, or even worse, stain her son's bed.
After several minutes passed, Bridget began to stroke at full force. Her son showed all the signs of having an orgasm, and so she stroked even faster and harder.
The first load of his cum shot up like a geyser, with some of it landing in her hair and nightgown. She reacted the way she normally would in this situation to avoid cleaning a mess, and leaned down to take the head of the penis in her mouth. She stroked him furiously as he shot load after load of his cum inside of her mouth for her to swallow.
"Oh god!" he cried. "Thank you so much. Oh..."
Bridget grabbed a fresh piece of tissue paper from the nightstand and wiped her mouth after licking her lips first. They said their goodnights to each other and she went off to bed with a satisfied smile on her face.
"In other words, you gave your son a hand job?" Carol inquired.
Bridget blushed. "I guess you can call it that. But I like to think of it more as a sensual massage. He needed relief and I gave it to him. No big deal."
"No big deal? You made him cum."
She shrugged in defeat. "I know, it's bad. But I don't regret it."
"That's so wild. I've heard stories like this before, and I've always assumed that they were all made up."
"And what kinds of stories would you be referring to?" Bridget asked with a mischievous tone.
"You know exactly what I mean. Stories involving mothers who take sexual care of their sons when they turned 18. Those kinds of stories. I've heard rumors of other moms doing it back when I was in the PTA. Some moms would gossip about how the other ladies would sleep with their sons before they headed off to college. I never believed any of it until now."
"That certainly sounds like one heck of a good graduation present," she joked back.
"Admit it Bridget," her friend smiled. "You enjoyed what you did with Tom last night. Plus, I know you well enough to tell that you're holding out on a few juicy details."
Bridget tried her best to control her laughter. "Well, I'll admit that this whole thing is absurd, and that I've crossed a few boundaries that I shouldn't have."
"That's a yes isn't it?" Carol asked with a raised eyebrow. "You enjoyed stroking your son's cock, didn't you?"
"There's no quit in you is there?"
Carol shook her head. "Not when it comes to something as naughty as this. You know how much I love gossip."
"Promise you won't tell anyone?" Bridget asked seriously. "And I mean you won't tell anyone. This stays strictly between you and me. The last thing I need is for my reputation to be ruined."
"I swear it. I know I've got a big mouth sometimes, but when it comes to things like this, I know how to keep a secret. Believe me, all of this is safe."
Bridget leaned forward and whispered something in her ear, to which Carol's eyes widened and her mouth watered with a growing sense of lust.
***
The sun was still out when Bridget cooked dinner early that evening. She was making her son's favorite dish when he arrived home.
"Smells good," he said as he approached the kitchen.
"I certainly hope so, it's my specialty," she replied while continuing to stir the sauce. "So, how was your day, mister?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary. I thought about you a lot though."
Her eyebrows raised, "Is that right?"
"You probably don't want to hear that, but it's the truth. Last night was something I would never forget. Do you think we can do it again soon?"
Bridget was caught off guard that her son had suddenly become so nonchalant and brazen about their incestuous activity together.
"I want to talk to you about that," she said, turning her undivided attention to her son. "I may have gone a little overboard last night. But I feel as though I've made my point, which was for you to treat a lady properly and with respect."
"You seemed like you enjoyed it though," he replied.
Bridget looked away and continued stirring the sauce. She absolutely enjoyed giving her son a handjob and eating his cum afterward, but she didn't want him to know it.
"That's irrelevant. I'm sure you can find a pretty girl at your college to take care of your needs for you."
"I'm not interested in them. I'm only interested in you."
His words surprised her. And she was even more astonished when Tom walked directly behind her while she was facing the stove, and he reached out and cupped her breasts through her tshirt.
"Tom!" she shouted. "Haven't you learned anything?"
"I have," he replied, starting to massage her breasts. "But I can't help it, I've been thinking about you all day."
She turned off the stove and moved around so that they were face-to-face.
"We need to have a talk about this. Have a seat in the dining room."
"Are you mad?" he asked. "I didn't mean to offend you."
"No, I'm not mad. Just sit down for a moment."
They both sat in the dining room facing each other. She had a serious look and Tom was expecting to be scolded. But the truth was, Bridget felt as conflicted as ever.
"When you're in a romantic relationship, then you get to touch a woman like that," she continued. "But it still has to be with her consent. She has to want it. In this case, I'm your mother and certain things must remain off limits."
"I know, but I honestly thought you'd like it. It felt so good last night and I wanted to repay the favor."
Bridget tried her best to hold back a smile. Tom's reply was the sweetest thing anyone had said to her in a while, and she always had a soft spot for that kind of talk.
"You must really like my breasts," she grinned, already knowing the answer.
"They're perfect. They're even better than the ones I've seen online. I wanted to feel them last night, but I was too afraid to ask."
"Do you still want to touch them now?"
His eyes lit up and he nodded. "If you're interested...I mean...only if you don't mind me doing it."
Bridget lifted her tshirt along with her bra so that her small breasts were on full display. She gently jiggled her breasts for her son to see and her large pink nipples quickly stiffened from arousal.
"As long as you're respectful about this," she said with a playful smile. "I never said that I didn't want to do this for you. All you have to do is ask."
"Then can I touch them mom?" he asked nervously.
"You may. But, be gentle. My nipples are sensitive, so don't squeeze them too tightly. I like them just being rubbed."
Tom followed his mother's advice, and with both hands, he reached out and stroked his mother's breasts. He had done things with a few girls, but none of them were as desirable or as attractive as his own mother.
For Bridget, being touched by her son was an unusual thrill. Having her breasts massaged had always been a turn on for her. But right then, what really got her going was the look on her son's face. His eyes were glued to her breasts, as if he were hypnotized.
"You really seem to be enjoying yourself young man," she said, breaking the awkward silence.
His hands never stopped moving, and his eyes never looked away. "I am. I really really enjoy them."
"I'm glad. Your hands feel nice against my skin. You have a soft touch."
"Will you touch me, too? It's starting to hurt."
Bridget gave her son a stern motherly look. "Fine. Stand up a little so I can pull your shorts down."
She pulled his clothes down when he stood slightly, then he sat when his shorts fell around his ankles. He continued fondling his mother's breasts as she touched his bare, erect penis.
"You weren't kidding about it starting to hurt," she said to him. "This thing is as hard as a rock."
"I know. I woke up late and didn't have time to take care of myself. Plus I wanted tonight to be extra special."
"You were saving your cum for me?"
He nodded. "Yeah, you seemed to like it when I came in your mouth last night."
A sudden pang of guilt came over her. Even through all her arousal, she knew this was wrong, but it felt so good, and her pussy wanted her continue, and so did Tom's stiff cock.
"We can't keep doing this forever. But I don't see a problem with us having a special night again.."
Her hands stroked up and down his shaft with a firm grip. The tips of her thumbs teased the throbbing head of his cock and he was on his way to a certain orgasm.
"Mom...Will you put it in your mouth again?" he groaned. "It felt so good before."
Bridget pursed her lips. "Is that what you want?"
He nodded. "It's what I've thought about all day."
"I suppose there's no harm in that since I've done it already."
She casually dropped to her knees in between her son's open legs. Her eyes studied his penis up close, and once again she felt flattered that she could make him that hard. It was her doing, and like a good mother, she felt obligated to take care of her son's needs, no matter how personal.
Tom unleashed an audible moan the moment he felt his mother's lips touch his cock. She kissed it all over. She gave it a nice tongue lashing. She did everything that she knew would make a man crazy, especially an 18 year old man like her son. Finally, her tongue swirled around the head of his cock to tease him, before she eventually took him inside of her mouth to suck.
"Oh god...that feels so good..." he said in disbelief.
She looked directly into his eyes, with her mouth full of his cock, and continued to suck. Her head bobbed up and down and they were both loving every second.
Instinctively, Bridget put one hand inside of her pants and began to rub her clit. It surprised her how swollen it was. It was an even bigger surprise when she felt that her vagina was dripping wet. Performing oral sex on her son was the biggest sexual thrill of her life. It was wrong and dirty, but it felt amazing.
"Are you a virgin?" she asked after temporarily taking his cock out of her mouth.
"I...I am. I've never gone further than touching and licking before."
"Well, then, aren't you going to ask me? It's not polite to keep a lady waiting while she's down on her knees, much less your mother."
"Can we fuck?" he asked with wide eyes.
She sharpened her gaze at him. "Is that the best choice of words?"
"Sorry. Can we have sex? Or make love?"
"That's better. I thought you'd never ask."
She stood up and pulled her pants down. She then pulled her tshirt and bra over her head and tossed them onto the dining room table, so that she was totally naked.
"Now you're finally going to become a man," she teased as she positioned herself over her son, as he remained seated.
"Oh, yes."
Bridget spread her legs when she stood above her son's cock. It was stiff and pointing straight up. When she lowered herself to sit on his cock, she smiled knowing that his saliva covered erection and her soaking wet vagina would make for an easy entrance. She held his cock up with one hand, and she spread her labia with another. His hard shaft had no trouble entering her, and it was in an instant that his entire cock was in her body.
"Oh fuck, mom," he said with his eyes nearly glazed over.
She kissed his cheek. "Good boy. Now enjoy it. There's no guarantee that this will ever happen again between us."
The full weight of her body rested on his lap. Her instincts took over once again and she slowly started to gyrate. For her, it was the familiar feeling of sex combined with the added taboo of incest. But for Tom, having sex for the first time was a thrill of its own. The fact that he was actually doing it with his own mother made the experience all the more surreal.
"Do it faster mom," he cried. "Do it faster!"
She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Fine, I'll show you how I enjoy having sex. Every woman is different. Every woman enjoys different things. This is how I like it. You have to read the language of a woman's body to know all her sensuous spots."
"Yes, yes. Just do it faster please."
She smiled and obeyed. Her hips moved more aggressively and their pleasure increased. She lost track of time as she continued making love to him. What she loved most, more than having a hard cock inside of her, was seeing the look on his face and the way his expressions alternated. They were mere inches apart looking each other in the eyes while having sex. Every so often, Tom's face would change based on the way she pleasured his manhood. His eyes would widen each time she pushed him deep inside of her.
It wasn't much longer until Bridget recognized the telltale signs of male orgasm. His facial expressions and body motions told her everything she needed to know. She wanted to make sure things ended with a bang, so she clenched her vaginal muscles hard, sending a special feeling throughout both of their bodies.
"You can cum inside me," she whispered, clenching her pussy. "Go ahead, cum in my wet hole. Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Fuck, mom..." he cried.
She continued pumping his cock with her clenched vagina and she felt his cum shooting inside of her. They both savored the feeling of that special moment. She didn't stop until he was completely drained. His body relaxed entirely once his cock was released from her vaginal grip.
When he was done, and his cock was spent, she simply stared at him and enjoyed the fact that she had made him feel so unbelievably good.
"Say something," she said, still sitting on him.
She could feel his penis becoming flaccid inside of her vagina.
"I feel different."
She smiled, "I've made you a man. Now get yourself cleaned up. Dinner will be ready in 20 minutes."
Bridget stood up and headed back inside the kitchen without getting dressed. Tom watched as his mother put on an apron and continued cooking while her bare ass was still exposed, and cum was dripping down her thighs.
***
"I am in absolute awe right now," Carol said, stunned. "That was easily the most incredible story anyone has ever told me. Ever."
"I'm still having a hard time wrapping my head around it as well. It's as if I'm living in a dream world right now."
"So, how is this going to work between you and him? Are you going to be his fuck toy from now on? Teaching him all the skills he'll need in the bedroom, while also giving him intense pleasure?"
"Not exactly, or at least not yet," Bridget smiled. "I'm still his mother above everything else. If he wants something, he has to request it respectfully. The main thing I want him to learn is how to treat a lady. So far I've succeeded in many regards."
"That sounds like the perfect setup for the both of you. He's well behaved; he respects you as his mother, and on top of that, both of you get to have a little fun on the side. I think it's great that you two have a bond that most parents only dream of."
"Exactly. We know where the boundaries are, and if he needs some relief, then I'm more than happy to provide that for him. I love him and that's what a good mother does. Sometimes a mother has to use her brains to help her son, sometimes her voice, but with Tom, I use my pussy."
"I have a confession to make," Carol replied. "It's kind of a dirty one."
"Really? What is it?"
"The past few days after you've been telling me all this, I would sit in the bathroom stall at work and touch myself until I cum. Hearing this from you has really taken my sex drive to places it's never been before. I mean, you're his mother! He's your son. It's so wrong, yet it...it..."
"Admit it Carol, you want me to continue, so that I can keep telling you these naughty secrets."
"The thought has crossed my mind."
Bridget smiled, "I'm sure I can do something about that."
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