Handjob for Mommy (Homoerotic Elements)

Handjob for Mommy (Homoerotic Elements)

We were at the beach, and I asked…. No. You need some background first. 

I was over 18. I know, that is a weird way to open a story, but, it’s relevant. It was relevant, 

because I found out my Mom was better hung than my Dad when I was a kid. I found out that 

was not “normal” when I was a pre-teen. I found out my parents were ultra-kinky swingers, 

perverts, and sexual deviants when I was about 14 (not on purpose, but at 14, when I heard a 

bunch of people gathered down in my living room, I thought “party”, and not, “gangbang. Oops…). 

And after 2 years of pestering them about it, at age 16, they started talking to me about 

their lifestyle, and about the shit they got up to. So, like I said, over 18. Get it now? Not, “don’t 

worry folks, I’m legal” (though, you know, that too); but rather, I had been in this shit for awhile, 

and my parents knew it. 

So, by this point in my life, although still, technically, a teenager; I was pretty worldly when it 

came to sex. In fact, for my 18th birthday, my parents had let me go to an event at a sex club 

they frequented, and god damn… my 18th birthday fucking rocked! 

From there, things got kind of, normal, between my parents and I. Their sex life stopped being 

this thing that they were terrible at hiding from me, and became something that I was, weirdly 

(and not directly) included in. We went to parties and events TOGETHER. We introduced 

partners to each other, and they gave tips and advice that made me REALLY popular. Especially 

for my age. 

My youth was a huge attraction to many, but being able to impress people beyond that had gotten 

me a legit, in-community reputation. I had thought… that things between my parents and I had 

gotten as close, comfortable, and, if I’m being totally honest… flirty, as they could get. 

But, one day, that all changed. You see, I was at the beach with Mom. And she’d just come back 

from, well, fucking a girl that I thought was super hot. And, it got me thinking, and the more I 

thought, the more I stared. Mom asked after it of course, but I shrugged it off, apologize, and we 

moved on. But as the day wore on, I couldn’t shake it, and Mom was starting to get cross with 

me for having something on my mind, and not telling her what it was. If you’ve ever been on the 

receiving end of that, it can feel like the person is keeping secrets from you (even if its almost 

NEVER that).  

Finally, she told me that I either needed to show some courage, or go back home. And, as 

threats go, it was no joke. I was, after all, in their world, in their community. I could seriously lose 

everything I’d worked at, for the last year and a half, pretty quick, if they put their foot down. So, I 

told her that I hadn’t said anything, because I had a question for her, but I didn’t know how to ask 

it without it sounding rude or mean in my head. And since the very last thing I wanted to do was 

hurt my Mom’s feelings, I’d been keeping it to myself. 

That, thankfully, softened her approach to me. She got that “Mom” look, all nurturing and 

sympathetic (hard to pull off in a tight white t-shirt, braless, with giant tits under it, but she 

managed). Then she came over to me, touched my face gently, and told me, “you can talk to me 

about anything kiddo. So, stop looking for the right words, and just, say it”. 

I gulped, but did as I was asked. I looked her in the eyes, and, as awkward as it sounds, I literally 

said, “why did Dad marry you?”.  

Mom pulled back at first, but, after a few seconds of watching the thoughts process in her eyes, 

she smiled with understanding, and gave me a little nod to show we were okay. She knew that, 

what I’d been clumsily getting at is, my Dad and Mom are swingers, but while Mom is sexual with 

anyone and anything, Dad only like girls, and Mom. So… why Marry someone who’s, to put it 

bluntly, hung like a horse?  

Mom told me, “wait right here, I want to grab something that will help me explain”. Then she went 

over to her purse, fished out a clear bottle of what I’d thought was massage oil, and came back. 

Then she took a breath, and told me that, the answer wasn’t a simple one. She explained then, 

how they’d met when he thought she was a just a beautiful woman with big tits and a rockin’ bod. 

She, of course, shot me a wink at that. 

“However”, she continued. After a few dates he discovered she had, “other attributes”, and as 

she said it, she reached down and gripped something massive within her boy shorts. I gulped. I 

won’t lie. Mom was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. But she wasn’t just better hung than 

Dad. She had a bigger dick than anyone I’d ever seen in any locker room in highschool, various 

gyms, all the sex parties, AND college. Seriously, she was no joke.

“So,” Mom continued, “your Dad had a decision to make”. Then she told me how, one day they 

went to see a movie, and she put the moves on him because she knew he was shy. But as 

things got heated up, Dad had panicked at little, and it was then that he asked her, how, exactly, 

they could be together, sexually, if Dad didn’t want to be the one who was getting fucked. 

Then, Mom stopped her story, and took her bottoms off, tossing them casually at her purse. It, 

made me shake my head, like I’d imagined it and was going to shake out the illusion somehow. 

But nope, still naked from the waist down…

Then, she uncorked the little bottle she’d grabbed, and just started spraying her little white shirt 

with the contents. And it was oil of some kind. But, just as important as that, was the fact that the 

slippery liquid was pinning the shirt to Mom’s body everywhere she sprayed it, and making it see 

through to boot. And, for the record, she was spraying it EVERYWHERE.

I stood there, staring at her shirt clung to her and become see through. I mean, yeah, she had a 

hard-on for some reason, and her long shirt clinging to that was weird for me, but the rest of 

Mom was all woman, and she was putting on display in an incredibly sensual way. 

As I stared, Mom finished emptying the bottle all over her body, and, capping it, she tossed it 

back at her purse to join her shorts. Then she said, “So. Your Dad asked something along the 

lines of, How can we be together sexually. And, that was what you were wondering too, right? 

Sweetie?” She said, snapping her fingers at me and bringing back to reality enough from me to 

stop staring at my own Mom’s big tits long enough to nod and say yes in answer to her question. 

“Well then”, Mom said with a smile. “I told him that, we didn’t have to do everything all at once, 

that we could build to a lot of things and find the right balance for both of us. But… first I told him 

something that brought us a little closer, and built the ground work for all of that. And, since you 

are at a place where you are curious, and you are asking this question, I think I should tell you the 

same thing that I told him that day.”

“So,” she asked with a look and a tone that was Wayyyyy too sultry and seductive to hear 

coming from your own Mother. “Think your ready to hear it?” 

I took a breath, but at this point I was almost desperate to hear it. So I nodded, and when I did, 

she swept one hand up and moved her hair behind her ear. Then, she told me to repeat my 

question, so we could, and I quote, ‘set up the scene’. 

So, sort of dumbly, I said, “how can we be together sexually?”. And, I’’l be honest, I didn’t even 

hear what I had asked, not really. Not, at least, until after I heard her reply. And oh my god, what a 

reply. 

After I’d said my bit, Mom walked up to me with the most sensual sway of hips I’d ever scene in 

my entire life. Then she placed one hand on my shoulder, made intense eye contact, and 

dropped to her knees in front of me, tracing her hand down me as she went. And when she was 

literally kneeling before me, her massive and oiled up cleavage on full display, only a nudge away 

from my dick; she answered. 

“Take your cock out... and I’ll show you”. 

There was a tense moment of frozen time then. But, my god, the whole thing was such a 

forgone conclusion. In my head, and in my eyes, several seconds of, “But your my MOM!!!”, 

went flying by. And, yeah, the other thing came up to. But mostly, my hangup in that moment was 

the Mom thing. Then, Mom solved it. 

As she waited patiently, with no doubt in her eyes, she smiled up at me and spoke. “Oh and 

sweetie, after you decide… I think you should put your cock in my mouth. After all, while I am 

obviously offering you a tit-fuck; I, well… I mean, honestly baby. How many boys do you think get 

the opportunity to see what their Mom looks like smiling around a mouthful of teenager dick? 

Hmm? I just think you should maybe take a few moments to give your Mother’s lips a few…” and 

she paused then, as if looking for the right words. Then, after a moment, her smile grew just a 

touch, and she finished with, “...pushes… before you find out what it’s like to have your Mother’s 

tits wrapped snugly around your cock”. 

Annnnnnnd yeah. That, uh. That decided it for me. And, you bet your ass I listened to my Mom’s 

advice too. And, frankly, I’m wasn’t sure, long after it, if I’d done the right thing by doing so. 

Because, on the one hand, it felt incredible. Her mouth was warm, and wet, and welcoming. And 

while she was gentle and, almost passive at first, she didn’t let me move on until she’d given me 

some SERIOUS sucking. But, most intensely, was, just like she said; just, looking down, and 

seeing her. Really seeing her… my MOM; as she bobbed and moan and stuffed her face with my 

dick.

It was all I could think about for days after it. How I could never unsee it. How I’d always be able 

to picture it now. How, next Thanksgiving, Mom would be laughing, and charming, and smiling at 

friends and relatives. She’d give one of my cousins a kiss, and all I’d be thinking about was that I 

knew what it looked (and sounded) like when she was down on her knees and sucking cock with 

that same smile.  

And then there was the titfuck… I mean, paradise. Paradise that makes you feel so much 

pleasure that you can’t bear to feel it anymore, and then you explode with it. 

When it was all done, Mom just stood, told me I was a good boy, and gave me a kiss on the 

forehead. When she was all cleaned up and dressed again, she commented that my Dad had 

given her the same “answer” when she’d asked him that question all those years ago. 

***

Much later (4 eternal days), when Mom and I were finally driving home. I finally asked her my 

follow up question. Simply put, didn’t her and Dad do, you know, more than that? And when I 

asked, Mom gave me a stern look… at first. She asked me if she’d taught me to be selfish as a 

lover. And I knew, from her tone, and just in general, that the answer had damn well better be “No 

Mom”. So that was what I said. And when I did, Mom softened a bit. 

Then, after taking a moment to think about how she wanted to phrase it, she told me to wait a 

minute, and pulled into our first hotel on the trip back. Once she was parked, she told me that, 

she could answer me normally, or she could answer me with a proposal. Kind of like she had on 

the beach. But this one would be more… “Well, Just More” she finally said. 

I took a second to think about it, but since “the beach” haunted my every waking thought, I 

decided to go for it. And when I did, my Mom told me that, flat out, she had needs too. She had 

lots of “sensitive parts”, and they, “ALL, needed attention”. 

“So…” she said, and once more both her tone and the look in her eyes began to slip into that 

sexual place where she was looking at me as a potential lover, as much as a Son. “...If I tell you 

that I need to cum, and not just from my pussy, would you be willing to; ‘lend a hand’.” 

I, hesitantly, asked her what that would mean, exactly. And, mercifully, she was gentle with her 

reply. 

“Well sweetie”, she purred. “It’s your first time, so let’s ease you into it… and me.” Then she told 

me that she was going to get us a room, and, “if I was a very good boy”, then I could take her up 

to that room, make out with her for a bit, and ‘get her going’. But once I had her going, I was to 

bend her over the nearest piece of furniture, grab a fist of hair, and, I’m quoting here, “fuck your 

Mother just as hard and nasty as you can. I mean it baby, if you don’t call me a whore, and tell 

me that my own Son’s cock is balls deep in his Mommy’s tight little pussy, then you won’t be 

doing it right”. 

So, there was that…

But then, she added, that before I was done, I needed to be willing to reach around, and jerk her 

off. She promised me that it wouldn’t take much, because she’d be feeling more pleasure than I 

could literally imagine at that point. But… if I wanted to get, “the full treatment”, then I needed to 

be willing to satisfy all my lovers needs. “One way or another”, she added cryptically.

And once again, I was blown away by how oddly irresistible the offer was. On the one hand, i had 

no desire to touch anyone's dick, ever. But on the other hand, it was hard not to call what she 

was offering a good fucking deal. 

So, I’m not gonna lie. That night, I stroked a dick off that wasn’t mine. But… I also fucked the 

hottest, nastiest, tightest little slut I’d ever known, and she just so happened to also be my 

Mommy. 

So you tell me, what you have done? 

****

Oh and…

It didn’t stop there. At each stop on our trip, 3 in total, Mom offered herself to me. Always in a new 

way, and always on the grounds that I also satisfy her needs somehow. But, on the last night, I 

acted like I’d just thought of something. As we lay there, freshly showered, and sharing a bed. I 

asked her what Dad was going to do when he found out. For my efforts, Mom laughed out loud 

and slapped my chest. “NOW you ask?!” she accused with humor in her eyes. “NOW!?!” She 

asked, laughing more. “You’ve been banging his wife every night sweetie; something tells me you 

might have had this concern before now. Hmmm?”

She held my eyes with a mischievous, yet accusing gaze for a bit. Then, after a few moments, 

she let out a breath, and asked me if I was really worried. And honesty was REALLY working for 

me this trip so, yeah. I admitted, that, a little bit, yeah. Not because my Dad intimidated me 

physically, because I didn’t want to fuck anything up. I didn’t want to ruin anything. 

When I told Mom all that. She assured me that I didn’t have anything to worry about. In fact, she 

added, she’d already told him, and already got his reaction, via text. Then, seemingly out of 

nowhere, she asked me if it was hot hearing her moan.

It was… really an out of place question to my ears, and I said so. But Mom just slipped into that 

sexy little voice she does. And, looking up at me, with that sexy little look she gets, she said, 

“Well? Because, sweetie. I know a thing or two about kinks and fantasies, and you know what 

gets people off harder than almost anything every time?” And when I shook my head no, she 

replied, “Familiarity. It’s the girl next store, the porn star that looks familiar, the teacher, the boss, 

or the secretary. Familiarity gets people going, ang going hard. So… I have the most familiar 

voice in your whole world kiddo, I don’t think there is any denying that, do you?”

And of course, I didn’t try to deny it. So, she asked me again, was it hot to hear that voice, my 

Mother’s voice, moaning, or saying sexual things. And, fuck yes it was! Like, I didn’t want to 

admit that, but, yes, Yes, and also, YES! 

So, Mom told me that she was grateful for my honesty, and let me know that, if I really like 

hearing her moan, then I would be okay with my Dad’s reply to our getting together over the 

week. Which… didn’t make any sense to me. And I told her so. But when I did, I could tell 

instantly that it was what Mom had been waiting to hear. So when she told me to lay back, and 

close my eyes; I just trusted her, and did so without hesitation. 

“So,” she said, naked and hovering her tits near my cock as she crawled down the bed a bit. 

“Picture this. I’m, tucking you in, in your own bed, for the first time as an adult”. And, let me just 

stop there to say that, I didn’t know what that meant, but I LOVED the sound of it. 

“And, you are listening to your Mom’s ultra familiar, and super sexy voice, as I start to tell you 

about my plans for us now that we are in a more open relationship together, when suddenly, Dun 

Dun Dunnn! We hear your Dad get home!”

“Now, here is where it gets a little complicated. But, just keep your eyes closed, and pretend it’s 

too dark to see.”

Then she started this weird one sided conversation where she greeted Dad, and confessed that 

she’d been about to do something sexual with me. Then, still play-acting half a conversation 

while I laid there with my closed, she acted shocked at some mystery thing he said. And then 

started saying stuff like, “but our Son. He’s right here… in the room”. 

And honestly, I was starting to like the sound of what she was saying, when, out of nowhere, she 

went from having this fake, casual-ish  conversation; to gasping at something. Then, she let out 

this long, low moan, and no matter how hard my cock was then, I swear, it got harder. 

A few seconds later, she was moaning some more, but now she’d positioned herself so that my 

cock was between her tits as she was “forced down onto me”. Now, as her moans continued, 

she added a rocking motion, and all of a sudden I was getting, kissed, and caressed, and 

titfucked, “accidentally” by my Mother as she got fucked right on top of me. 

Then she said, “What do you mean suck it, suck what?” And a moment later, “you want my Son 

to ‘spit-roast’ his own Mother?! To have his cock down my throat as you two bounce me back 

and forth like some dirty whore?”

And, there was no more dialogue after that. One moment she was having an imaginary 

conversation, and then next, I felt her mouth engulf me, and she was bouncing and moaning, and 

bumping and slurping up and down the length of me. I don’t know why that was so fucking hot, 

but I was “there” in no time, and when it was all done, and I’d been allowed to open my eyes 

again; Mom gave it to me straight. 

“Look kiddo… your Dad likes me being used almost as much as he likes using me. I’m his 

fantasy women, and, with the way our relationship is set up, he gets to actually watch his dream 

girl live out his dreams. And, for my part… well… in case you had noticed, Mommy is,” and she 

held up two fingers to indicate something very small, “just a wee, little, teeny tiny bit; of a total 

depraved slut for all things sex.”

“Gosh”, she added with humor, and mock innocence. “I hope swallowing my own Son’s cum 

didn’t give that away or anything!”. Then, after a brief laugh, she continued with good humor. 

“Seriously though sweetie, your Dad is not only okay with it, he is grateful for the help.” And then 

she hoisted up one massive tit in each hand, adding, “Mommy can be a handful, after all”. 

“So”, she added, her tone going all serious and lusty again. The sound of her voice, and the look 

she was giving me, already starting to get me hard again. “... the real question, in terms of what 

happens now, is how much you can handle… Because honey, your Mom takes on all comers. 

And if you are wanting to start playing with me in earnest, then baby… It is going to be one hell of 

a kinky ride”. 

“So”, she finished, lifting her skirt, and pulling her panties aside as she started to mount me. 

Then I was moaning, as she guided the head of my cock home, and that hot, tight little pussy of 

hers began to slide down my shaft. “... think you can handle it”?