I’m generally a nice guy.

I liked to help people whenever I can, with the skills I had at my disposal.

At twenty-two years of age, I wouldn’t say I was in a position to make a big difference in anyone’s life, but I did what I could.

Dad had taught me from a young age, how to fix things. In a sense, I was an unlicensed mechanic, repairman, tiler and even a football coach. His motto was to fucking get things sorted yourself.

And naturally, word got around the neighbourhood.

I didn’t mind helping my neighbours, especially those who helped my family when things were rough. Dad passed away suddenly when he was changing a light bulb in the bathroom. He just keeled over and died. The doctors said it was a heart attack. I didn’t think anyone one in the family got over the tragedy. Especially mom.

She spent all that energy raising me and my younger bro, who was a dickhead. Mom had to be both parental figures for us, and that left very little time for herself. Couldn’t say I wasn’t moved by her.

The worst thing was, she was a milf. Mom was a long haired, busty brunette who spent most of her time worrying about us, she was blissfully unaware of guys looking at her.

I had always kept an eye on her. I mean, I wasn’t the psycho possessive son, I think. Either way, I think at some point, I started catching those lustful feelings for her. She was just hot, you know? 

I was alway happy to hang out with mom. Sometimes, she’d drink and she’d ask me if she was beautiful. I think it was because she kept telling me how much I looked like dad. And maybe she missed him. I didn’t regret it, but on one such moment, I shared a kiss with mom. It was the best feeling in my life, I even copped a feel of her breasts. I jerked off like a nutter and the next day, mom acted like she had no memory of it all.

When our lips touched, she was like a woman possessed. So moaned into my mouth and grabbed me, or I grabbed her- it wasn’t very clear, we were both stupidly drunk.

Anyways, the point was, I never got so turned on by a kiss before.

Then came the slow and steady wooing.

We exchanged text messages, the odd phone call. Nothing spicy, just checking in on her when I was out working and generally making her feel good about herself and actually giving a damn.

Sometimes, she would almost venture into flirty territory, but never too deep. She always talked about how worried she was about Darran.

Darran, he was my moody younger brother, and a total loser. He seemed like he fell into that stupid teen emo phase and couldn’t quite get out of it. It wouldn’t surprise me if he blamed his mom for how dark and tormented he was.

I was in the middle of a landscaping job, when I got a text off her to ask me if I could come over and do some bits and bobs around her house. I had already moved into my own space by then. I started up my own handyman business and felt bad for using mom’s house as a tool shed.

Naturally, I said yes, so I arranged to come home on the weekend.

I loaded my van up with tools I thought I’d needed and drove over.

I knocked on the front door, and mom greeted me with a bear hug. I always loved the feeling of her boobs pressing against me.

“Have you been eating, Joel? You look like you lost weight,” she said, cupping my cheek.

“I’m fine.”

I tried not to ogle, but fuck me, mom was wearing a tight vest top and even tighter yoga pants. Usually, she wore quite conservative clothes, like sweaters and cardigans. I hoped that was a hint of some sort.

“Thanks for coming over,” she said.

“No problem,” I replied, holding up my tool bag. “What do you need done?”

“I’d like a shelf to be put up in my bedroom. I’d do it myself, but I don’t know how to install it, whether the walls are hollow or solid or if that matters.”

“Yeah, you need to find the studs or make sure you got special rawlplugs.”

“Umm…”

I smiled. “I’ll get it done.”

“There’s also my bed. I think it might be broke.”

I did my best not to plug in an innuendo in there. “We’ll get things done, one at a time.”

We walked past the living room, where to my heart’s disappointment, Darran was there.

“Joel is here to help with some DIY, do you think you can give us a hand?”

Darran made the barest of effort to even turn his head to face us. “I’m busy.”

“That’s a DVD isn’t it? I’d be so grateful if you helped. You can go back to it after.”

It didn’t take much to rile him up. He jumped off the sofa and shouted, “God, I hate you Mom, you’re always in my face!” and stormed upstairs to his bedroom and slamming the door behind him.

I’m not fixing that little fucker’s door. Nope.

“I don’t know why he’s so angry,” mom said, her face burning red.

I squeezed her hand. “He’ll grow out of it. I think. I didn’t expect him to help, anyway.”

“It’s fine, I can manage, as long as you help me out too,” I winked.

“I’ll try.”

***

The thing that always got to me first was the smell of her bedroom. It was very womanly. A mixture of faint perfumes floated in the air, not overpowering, but there.

There was a flatpack shelf on the floor and a bare wall which I assumed was where she would like the shelf to be installed.

My brain ran through a list of things I’d need to figure out- hollow vs solid wall, possibly finding the studs, check wiring behind the walls, etc. I didn’t mind, I love doing stuff like this. And for friends, family and my hot mom, I’d do it for free.

The second thing I noticed was the incessant music booming through the wall.

“Darran and his music,” mom said, shaking her head.

He probably wanted to annoy me.

“It’s cool, he probably wanted to drown out the sound of him braying like a donkey when he’s jerking off in there.”

“You think he’s..?”

I smirked.

…And that earned me a playful thump on my arm.

“Don’t tease me like that,” mom said, but couldn’t help giggling, too.

We unpacked the shelf and I started on measuring the wall and whatnot. When she was bending over, taking the shelf parts out, it took everything I had not to just stare down at the valley her tits made. Fuck, she was the juiciest, most gorgeous woman I ever known.

We probably spent a good hour from beginning to end on the shelf.

And the look she had when it was up, warmed my heart.

“It looks great, thanks, Joel. How much do I owe you?”

“Mom, I’m not going to charge you.”

“I can’t do that, you have to have something.”

I turned to face her, drinking in the green emeralds of her eyes. “Well then, how about a kiss?”

Her cheeks flushed. “I… Oh, I don’t think we can. I mean, Darran is right next door…”

I used my body and edged her against one of the walls. I was bigger and taller than her, so it wasn’t hard. But I think what it was, was my presence. She looked up at me and I read her eyes, looking for signs of any fear or something. No, definitely no fear. Hesistancy, maybe. And I definitely saw lust in there.

“Just one kiss,” I whispered.

“J-just one?” she breathed.

“Just one.”

I leaned in, pushing my lips against hers.

It was slow and tender at first. But when I pushed in harder, delving my tongue into her mouth, searching for hers, tasting the salty sweet taste of her saliva, she groaned.

I was taken back to that night we shared.

My hands cupped her face, and we kissed like desperate, love-struck teenagers.

Metallica blared behind her but I didn’t give a shit.

My hands travelled downwards, and I cupped the delicious curve of her breasts.

Then she pushed against my chest.

“No. No, we can’t…” she said, sucking in air between her teeth.

“Don’t you want me?” I groaned, pushing the hard seam of my jeans right up against her hips. She groaned against the feeling. “Mom… I…”

“I… Darran is right there. I can’t. It won’t be right.”

I’d be lying if I wasn’t disappointed, but I washed it away with a smile. “Let’s take a look at that bed.”

I got down to the underside of the bed and used my flashlight to check out the joints. One leg was showing signs of splintering.

“Yep, I see the issue here. I’ll fix up some boards real quick. You’ll need to get a new frame at some point though.”

“Thank you.”

I headed to my van and pulled out some spare planks I had in the back. I measured the approximate thickness, which was slightly less than the thickness of the leg. The idea was to brace it together so the split wouldn’t get any worse.

When I got back to the bedroom, mom had a glass of lemonade for me. I thanked her and downed it in almost one go.

After, I pulled the bed out a bit. I clamped the make shift splint against the leg, and drilled some holes into it. Then I hammered some nails into the leg.

“I’d use some glue too,” I said, wiping my brow when I was done. “But this should suffice. Why don’t you try it out?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, her face reddening.

“Climb on it, I’m sure you’ll find it a lot sturdier than before.”

She did as I asked, and got on all fours on the bed.

Fuck, the sight left next to nothing to the imagination.

“You’re right,” she said. “It doesn’t creak at all.”

But I wasn’t hearing her anymore. All I saw was the perfect, juicy globes of her ass.

I licked my lips.

And grabbed her hips.

“Joel..!” she said. “What are you doing?”

I gave that peachy flesh a good squeeze. “Sorry mom, I couldn’t help myself. Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me stright and I’ll go.”

The way she turned her head to look at me, the way she bit her lip, the way her eyes glazed over with lust, told me that was the furthest thing from what she really wanted.

“Tell me,” I demanded.

She said nothing.

My hand cupped her mound, making her moan out.

I felt the hot, damp heat against my fingers.

“Tell me,” I said again.

All she did was moan, and whimpered against my touch.

My fingers hooked over the waistband of her yoga pants, and I peeled them off over her ass. Along with her panties. A thick band of her juices came away with them.

“Christ, mom, you’re so wet,” I growled.

“T-thats…”

I buried my face between her ass, running my tongue against the inflamed folds of her pussy.

“Oh, God..!” she cried out. “S-stop! You can’t, that’s dirty..!”

But I couldn’t stop. She tasted so fucking perfect. The salty sweet taste of her nectar danced on my tongue, and the thick scent of her womanly arousal went straight to my dick. My cock pushed painfully against my jeans.

“I wanted to taste you for so long,” I grunted between licks.

A part of me wondered if I pushed too hard for this. I promised myself that I would back off if I detected even the barest of hints that she wanted me to stop. So far, all I saw was her clasping one hand over her mouth to stifle her moans. It would’ve been so tempting to undo my zipper, and slide it in right now, but that wasn’t what I wanted, not exactly.

I wanted her to be my lover, I wanted her to accept me, fully.

“I want you, mom. I want to fuck you. I always wanted you.”

Mom licked her lips. “I want you too, Joel,” she moaned. “But we can’t. Y-you’re my son… And your brother next door…”

I stopped licking her, and walked to the door. Even a second away from her was torture. I twisted the key to lock the door.

“There,” I said. “Now you won’t have to worry about him.”

“But the noise. He’ll hear us.”

“He’s playing his music louder than a Glastonbury festival. And if he hears anything, he’ll think it’s me banging away with the hammer,” I smirked.

Mom rolled on her back and gave a pained look. I could almost see her weighing it out on her head.

“Bottom drawer. There’s condoms.”

“Okay.”

I reached for the drawer and pulled out a pack of condoms. With a perverse thrill coursing down my spine, I undid my belt and zipper, letting her get a good look at my cock when I pulled it out. I’d be lying if I didn’t feel some pride as she gasped.

“Like what you see?”

“It’s… It’s certainly quite big…”

I pulled a condom out of it’s wrapper, and peeled it over my dick. I was so hard, so ready for her, it wasn’t difficult at all. I had to admit, with the women I bedded, I always visualised mom I was fucking. That never failed to get my nut. A bit shitty I suppose, but what could you do when the love of your life is your own mother?

I got back between her legs, and looked into her eyes, making sure she wanted this. I knew for sure, when she kicked the yoga pants off the rest of the way.

I grabbed my dick, and nudged it against the entrance of her slick, wet pussy. She moaned when my head pushed in.

“Fuck,” she hissed. “It’s been a while.”

“If it was up to me, I’d be making love to you every day and every night.”

“I doubt you’d have that much energy.”

“Let’s find out,” I chuckled.

I took my time, easing it into her bit by bit, listening out for any signs of pain.

She had her eyes closed, and mouth open, panting in an erotic staccato.

Eventually, the base of my cock kissed her entrance.

“It’s all the way inside,” she groaned.

“You feel amazing,” I smiled, and leaned in for a kiss.

Mom accepted me, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her. Our tongues collided as we kissed feverishly.

“Fuck me,” she whispered into my ear.

“Yes, mom.”

My hips thrusted, a little at first. I eased my cock back a few inches, and then pushed all the way back in, right to the hilt, each time earning the most delicious moan from her. I kept doing that, each time pulling out a bit farther and pushing back into her with a bit more force.

Mom was getting used to the rhythm and started to enjoy it fully.

“…good… It feels so good.”

I smiled and bit her neck. “Wish I could feel you raw.”

Shit, I thought that, but it seemed that I said it out loud too.

Her eyes went wide, but she didn’t push me off her. “That’s so naughty… We mustn’t…”

“But it’ll feel so good though,” I moaned.

“Yes… Yes it would.”

My cock pulsed at the thought. I knew I was being greedy, but I couldn’t help myself with this goddess of a woman.

“Then do it,” I said.

“Do what?”

“Take it off me. Take off the condom.”

“I- I can’t…”

“I need you to, I won’t do it. I need you to make that choice.” I meant every word of it. I knew I could’ve done it myself, but it meant so much more if she was the one who did it.

Mom licked her lips.

With a deep sigh and a groan, her hands reached down and grasped my shaft. Her nails felt for the rim of the condom, and slowly, she peeled it off.

I bit down on my lip, trying not to anticipate too much and end up cumming right there and then. My balls felt horribly tight with need.

She tossed the rubber aside and gripped my shaft.

“Is this what you want, you naughty, selfish boy?” she asked, rubbing the tip of my dick against her slit.

“Yes,” I groaned. “Fuck, yes, mommy please,” I begged.

“Then take it.”

She let go of me, and immediately my dick plunged into her.

“Oh, fuck,” I cried out. 

Tight, wet heat enveloped me as the inner walls of her pussy milked me. She felt so fucking good. I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

Mom cried out, her face a mask of pure bliss. I fucked her hard, taken over completely by the pleasure of being connected to her with nothing between us.

I yanked her vest up, letting her tits spill out, and I took a moment to appreciate the twin fleshy mounds. Her nipples were hard and the size of gumdrops, and I couldn’t resist arching over and taking one in my mouth and suckling on it.

“S-son..!” she cried out. “Oh, God, that feels so good..!”

She cradled my head as I suckled. A part of me sorely wished she had some milk to give, but that was another fantasy of mine. My hips flexed and I knew I was going to cum soon.

“Mom… I’m going to cum…”

“Do it, Joel. Cum inside me.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m fucking sure. Cum inside mommy..!”

Oh, God, I didn’t need to be told twice.

Like a crazed madman, I redoubled my efforts, driving my hips harder into her, not giving a shit if Darran could hear us or if it breaks the bed.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m going to cum too..!” mom cried out suddenly.

It was too much. It was all too much.

With a groan, I drove my cock one last time into her and my cock swelled inside her.

Load after load of hot, molten cum blasted into her. Her nails dug into my back and she cried out, overwhelmed by her own climax.

We were like that for a while, holding each other tight as we were lost to our pleasures. I felt her cunt milk my dick, drawing out as much cum into her as possible. My entire body tightened, focused solely on the need to fill her with my seed. “Mom..!”

Eventually, my orgasm ended, and I collapsed on top of her.

Mom stroked my head as I gasped, sucking in lungfuls of breath. “Good boy.”

I looked up at her, and we laughed at the sweaty, sopping mess we made of each other.

After our breathing was almost normal, I eased out of her, and a thick glob of cum oozed out of her well used pussy, leaking down and onto the sheets.

“Do you do laundry too, by any chance?”

“No, I wasn’t taught that,” I replied.

We both laughed.

After making ourselves semi-decent, mom looked at me, with slightly sad eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just… You don’t regret this, do you? I mean, okay if it is, but I didn’t want to expect more than what it is…”

I cupped her face, leaned in and claimed her lips again.

“No, this is more than that, if you want it to be.”

She smiled. “I would like that.”

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