I was actually doing it. I was stroking off my son, with my bare hand. All the layers I’d tried to put in place were gone. There was no latex glove preventing me from feeling every detail of his cock. There was no lotion to smooth things over. I could feel every detail, every vein, as I slowly pumped his shaft up and down. The heat of his flesh melted into my own. It felt so different from before. This wasn’t a procedure. This wasn’t innocent. This was sexual, plain and simple.

I tried to look away, as I had every time before. I picked out that spot on his desk where the stapler sat, the same spot I looked at every time we did this. But the feelings were so different, so visceral this time. Slowly, I found my eyes being drawn to Henry’s cock. Before long, I found myself watching it with an almost rapt fascination. The way his skin moved as I tugged on his erection. The way his cockhead had started oozing precum. The way my hand looked as I stroked him up and down. It was fascinating. It was beautiful.

It was arousing.

I was no stranger to getting aroused as I helped Henry. From the first time I took my top off for him, I felt that twinge of excitement. It only grew after I started going completely topless. Now, as I sat there on his bed, I found myself surrounded with sensations that drove me wild with lust. Henry stared at my bare tits as they heaved. The little groans and grunts he was making. My manicured fingers running up and down his shaft. It was all so erotic, and as the seconds ticked by, I found my own breath coming in heavy gasps as my pussy soaked through my panties, then my shorts. I couldn’t deny it. I was turned on.

“Oh, fuck, Mom,” Henry moaned, his deep tone only furthering my arousal. “This is so good. You should suck it. With your lips.”

I should help Henry.

I let out a little moan at the suggestion. My lips? On his shaft? His big, hard, delicious shaft? There was no way. Even with my arousal clouding my judgment, I knew I couldn’t go there. I was his mother, for fuck’s sake. I couldn’t suck off my son, no matter how tempting it was. No matter how horny I felt.

I should help Henry.

Henry’s breathing was coming in shorter gasps. I could tell he was getting close. I sped up my hand, jacking him off furiously. My eyes remained glued on his glorious cock, my mind swirling with dirty, naughty visions. Visions of sucking him off. Visions of letting him paint my face and tits with his cum. Visions of me climbing on top of him and fucking him. I tried to keep my head clear. I just had to hold out a little longer. If I could make him come, I wouldn’t go any further. I could hold onto the boundary I set. Maybe I could even go back to wearing a glove tomorrow.

“Come on, baby,” I moaned, my body on fire with desire. “Come for me. Come for Mommy.”

Henry let out another groan. I usually never spoke during these encounters, but I just couldn’t help myself. I prodded him again, telling him to come hard for me. Soon, I was panting nearly as loudly as he was as I beat him off. I’d barely noticed that I’d been gradually leaning forward, bringing my face closer and closer to the action. My lips were only inches from Henry’s cock when he spoke again.

“Yeah, Mom, I’m so close,” he growled. “Your lips. Your lips would help so damn much.”

I should help Henry.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned down, taking the tip of my son’s cock for the very first time. Fireworks went off in my head. This was helping. I was helping Henry. It wasn’t long before I was sucking and licking on his tip. Soon I was groaning onto his shaft, taking it deeper into my mouth as my hands reached down and stroked Henry’s balls for the very first time. Soon, I was full-on gagging myself on his cock, massaging his balls, and even groping one of my tits.

An instant later, Henry let out a loud groan, and his cock started twitching in my mouth as he erupted. Working as quickly as I could, I started gobbling down his cum, swallowing it as quickly as I could. I didn’t always like the taste of cum, but all I could think as I groaned and slurped down his jizz was how spectacular it tasted. It was so heavenly, and I loved every drop.

As Henry’s breathing slowed, I pulled my lips off his cock. For a moment I just stared at his member as it twitched a couple of times. For a moment, I forgot this was my son’s cock I was staring at, and found myself leaning in to give it a little kiss on the head. Then my eyes tracked back up his body, rising higher and higher until I met his smiling gaze.

Oh. My. God.

Despite my raging arousal, in that moment I became fully aware of what I’d just done. I’d sucked off my son. Not only did I suck him off, I loved every second of it. It wasn’t like he forced me to do it. I was the one who walked up to his doorway with my tits out like a little slut. I was the one who strolled in here and started jerking him off. I was the one who lowered my lips onto his member and sucked him off. This was all on me.

Even as the horror of my perverse actions set in, I could feel something pushing back against those thoughts. It was there, trying to convince me that this was alright. After all, I was just trying to help Henry. Wasn’t that what really mattered most? He had said it himself—my lips would help. And they did help. By every account, he had the best orgasm since I’d started helping him with his urges. As I sat there frozen, my eyes peering into Henry’s smile, I couldn’t deny it. I’d helped Henry, and I wanted to do it again.

“I, um, I think I need to go,” I finally sputtered, pushing myself to my feet. I don’t know if I’d ever run to my room so fast in my life. As I slammed the door shut, I bent over the side of my bed as my hand dove under my panties. The same hand that had just been servicing Henry’s cock. The same hand that massaged his balls for the first time tonight. It was right at my entrance, slipping into my pussy. Rubbing my clit. I groaned into my mattress as I brought myself closer and closer to orgasm. In that moment, I didn’t know if I was a good mom or a terrible mom. I didn’t know if what I’d been doing with Henry was right or wrong. All I knew was that I was incredibly turned on, and I had to do something about it. I had to get off.

A few moments later, I screamed into my mattress at the top of my lungs as the single most powerful orgasm of my life coursed through my body. It was like a lightning bolt, electrifying every cell of my being, igniting my senses, and sending me into a world of pleasure. I shook and convulsed, hunched over my bed with my hand down my panties. My knees started to give, and I found myself crumpling down to the floor as I groaned and moaned.

When I finally came down, my whole body felt like jelly, and it took all my strength to pull myself back up and into bed. As I rested there, fully spent, my mind swirled with thoughts. My mind swirled with every emotion, from the most carnal lust to the worst guilt. I couldn’t decide if I’d done a good thing or the worst thing in my life. All I knew was that I needed to have another talk with Henry.

The following morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee. Climbing out of bed, I found myself tempted to follow the aroma to its source then and there. As soon as I took one look in the mirror, though, I realized I had to do something about my appearance, especially if I wanted to have a serious conversation with Henry. I was still topless. My hair was a tangled disaster. The little bit of makeup I applied the morning before was smeared everywhere.

A few minutes later, I emerged from my room, wearing a nice pajama top and shorts, with my hair and makeup refreshed. I followed the smell of coffee to the kitchen, where I found Henry busily plating up a full breakfast of sausage, eggs, and even pancakes.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise,” I grinned. “I can’t remember the last time you made a real, actual breakfast.”

“I know,” he replied, returning my smile. “I guess I was just in a good mood this morning. No idea why.”

I rolled my eyes, taking my plate from his hands and bringing it over to the table. I wanted to broach the subject of the night before, but I decided that after he put in all this work, it would be better to let it go until we finished eating. We sat down and had an almost strangely normal conversation, considering what we’d done just before bed. As breakfast started to wind down, Henry gave me a little grin, and his eyes briefly flicked down to where my nipples were standing proud beneath my pajama shirt. I knew exactly what he was going to ask. Before he could open his mouth, I raised up a finger and cut him off.

“Henry, no. I know what you’re going to ask me, and we can’t. We just can’t. I just woke up half an hour ago, and I haven’t even had a chance to go buy more gloves, so you just need to wait, okay?”

Henry gave me a little pout. “I guess,” he started, “but couldn’t you just use your hand? Or even your lips? That felt really incredible, and it really helped.”

I should help Henry.

I let out a sigh. “Sweetie, that can’t happen again. It was just a one-time thing. You know? Something special because I was out of gloves.”

“But you’re still out of gloves,” he responded with a sly little grin. “So can’t you do it just one more time? I promise, it would help me so much.”

I should help Henry.

“Son, it’s just that…”

I should help Henry.

“It’s not appropriate for us to…”

I should help Henry.

“I’m your mother.” I tried to sound firm as I made the statement, but the glimmer in Henry’s eye told me that he knew exactly how close I was to folding.

“Come on, Mom,” he said, using his best pleading voice. “Couldn’t you do it just this once? For me?”

I should help Henry.

I hung my head in resignation. “Fine,” I said. “Let’s go. But I swear, I’m buying gloves this afternoon, and we’re getting back to how things were.”

I never did buy those gloves.

A few minutes later I found myself back in Henry’s room, my lips wrapped around his cock, gagging myself on him as I got wetter and wetter. A few minutes after that, I was swallowing yet another load of his delicious cum. A few more minutes after that, I was on my bed, moaning loudly as my fingers set off my own explosion of ecstasy.

One thing led to another, and before long, this was our new normal. Any time Henry was in the mood, I’d follow him to his room, suck him off, and then go get myself off afterwards. Day after day we went at it again and again. I’ll admit it; I was really starting to look forward to going down on him. Blowjobs have always been sort of fun for me with the guys I’ve dated over the years. I mean, it’s a win-win. The guy loves it, and I get the pleasure of seeing him satisfied. So it really seemed natural that when I started doing it with Henry, I wouldn’t really want to stop, even if I played the whole “we can’t do that because I’m your mom” card at first.

The only real downside to this was I knew that we couldn’t take things any further. With the guys I’ve dated in the past, blowjobs were just one part of the bigger picture. Sure, I loved getting my past boyfriends off, but I also loved it when we just made out. Or when they returned the favor and went down on me. I especially loved that feeling when a guy parted my pussy lips, sliding deep inside my wet folds. The more that I gave Henry head, the more I found myself yearning for these things. Of course, being his mother, I knew it could never happen.

Or at least that was what I thought.

One night, Henry and I cuddled up on the sofa to watch another movie together. He asked if he could pick the title, and I begrudgingly agreed. While our movie tastes do have a few places that overlap, most of the time I prefer to watch sappy romance films, and he prefers action flicks. I had totally prepared myself to endure ninety minutes of “Absurdly Fast and Furious” or some equally horrible title when, much to my surprise, I found one of my favorite romance films begin playing on the screen.

I looked at Henry, arching an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“What? Who says I don’t enjoy a good love story every now and then?”

I laughed, giving him a little nudge in his ribs as I snuggled up closer, resting my head on his shoulder. “Sure. Oh well, you won’t hear me complaining.”

By around the halfway point in the movie, I was completely engrossed in the story. The main character had just confessed her feelings to her love interest, which led to the two of them passionately making out. I’d been watching the screen so intently that it took me a second to register that Henry was nudging me. Turning my head up to look into his eyes, I could see that familiar glint that told me what I needed to know.

“Seriously?” I groaned. “We’re just getting to the good part. C’mon. I blew you right before we sat down to watch the movie. Can you please just wait until it’s over?”

“That’s not it,” he said, looking down into my eyes before using his head to gesture toward the TV. “That is.”

My eyes turned back to the TV to find the characters deep in their makeout session. The main character had already lost her blouse, and her love interest’s hands were all over her, caressing her body. They were kissing all over one another—lips, ears, necks. It was super sensual. I could see why it got Henry excited.

“What do you think?” He asked me as I watched the man and woman on the screen grow more and more intimate. “Could we try that?”

I instantly sat up, looking Henry straight in the eyes. “What?” I asked, maybe a hair more harshly than I intended. “Henry, that man is her lover. You’re my son. Women don’t make out with their sons.”

“Aw,” Henry pouted, “Are you sure? I think it would really help me feel closer to you.”

I should help Henry.

“Seriously? Son, I’m sucking you off three times a day. Sometimes more. Do you really need to feel closer?”

Henry gave me a pleading look. “C’mon. I really think it would help.”

I should help Henry.

“Besides that,” he continued, “it would make me feel really good, like when you’re going down on me. That would definitely help improve my mood.”

I should help Henry.

I found my eyes shifting back to the screen. The woman was now topless, straddling the man, moaning as he kissed her and ran his hands over her breasts. It really did look like she was enjoying it. I looked back over at Henry. He really was good-looking, I told myself. If he were my boyfriend instead of my son, I’d definitely have been all over him just like the girl in the movies.

Then it hit me.

What if I tried not to see Henry as my son? What if I imagined him as something else, like a boyfriend or some guy I was interested in? When I started taking off my shirt for him a few weeks earlier, Henry had told me that he was going to look at me like a woman and not his mom. I could do the same thing, I realized. I could look at Henry like he was a man. A strong, smart, sexy man. The kind of man I’d love to make out with. That would solve everything. I could help Henry properly and enjoy myself while doing it. It was foolproof.

A smile grew on my lips as my eyes wandered back to Henry’s grinning face. In my mind, I told myself this wasn’t my son, Henry. It was my cute boyfriend, Henry. Already feeling better about the situation, I moved back in closer to him, resting my hand on his thigh.

“So,” I began, my eyes locked on his, “you think it would help to try doing what they’re up to? Well, if you think it would help, who am I to stand in the way of that?”

As gracefully as I could, I swung my leg over him, positioning myself in his lap. As I let my hips rest against his, I felt his erection pressing up against my shorts, driving my arousal through the roof. My eyes shifted down to his lips. They really were nice, I decided. Very kissable. Ever so slowly, I leaned forward, closing my eyes as I tilted my head and captured his lips with my own.

The instant our lips met, it was like a fire hydrant of passion had been opened full bore. It felt almost as though those weeks of handjobs and blowjobs had been building up a desire inside me, and as soon as our lips met, all that desire was suddenly unleashed. We were absolutely primal. I moaned into Henry’s mouth, our tongues dancing an obscene dance. His hands were all over my body, roaming up and down my back, then coming forward to grope my tits. It was the most intense rush of lust that I’d ever felt in my life.

I was moaning hard into Henry’s mouth when I felt his hands tugging at the hem of my pajama shirt. A millisecond later, I was lifting my arms over my head, breaking our kiss just long enough for him to pull my shirt up and off my body. As we resumed kissing, his hands flew to my tits, massaging and fondling them, occasionally rubbing a nipple between his thumb and finger. It was intoxicating. I ground my hips against his, relishing the feeling of his hard cock pressing against my pussy lips, separated only by a few thin layers of fabric.

“Yes,” Henry groaned between kisses. “Fuck, Mom, I love you so much.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned in reply. “I love you too, baby.” I tried to tell myself that I meant that only in the sense of a mother loving her son, but I knew it was more. I loved Henry, but right now, I also lusted for him. I wanted him, and I wanted to bring him pleasure.

I found my hand snaking down between us, reaching down and running along his cock. Fuck, he was hard. So hard, just for me.

Breaking off our kiss, I found myself giving Henry a sultry look as I slid out of his lap and onto my knees in front of him. My hands shifted to his waistband, pulling down his shorts in a slow, deliberate motion. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this was going too far. Up until this point, I’d never gotten Henry off anywhere but in his bedroom. It never happened in our living room, with all the lights on, and I certainly never made out with him like a wanton whore beforehand. Yet here I was, my lips still throbbing from his kiss, my hands freeing his erection, my lust welling up inside of me. Maybe I’d regret all of this later, but right now, all I wanted to do was to help Henry in the best way I could. All I wanted to do was to suck my son’s big, hard cock.

“Fuck, yes,” Henry groaned as my lips wrapped around his stiff member. “Yeah, Mom. Suck that cock.”

I was insatiable. Driven by lust and a desire to help my son have the best possible experience, I slammed my lips down on him again and again. I started groaning onto his shaft as I gagged myself on his length. He was just so sexy. I felt one of his hands resting on my head. Slowly, he grabbed hold of my hair, using it to piston me faster and harder on his cock. We’d never done this before, but I was too lost in my passion to care. Before long, he was slamming my head down on his member, savagely skullfucking me. I absolutely loved it.

“God, Mom,” he cried. “Your lips are so good. I can’t wait to feel your pussy.”

I was too lost in my depraved lust to register Henry’s words at the moment. All I knew was what I wanted, and that was more. Finally, Henry couldn’t take it anymore. He cried out, pulling my face hard onto his cock as he erupted. I slurped and gulped as best as I could, trying not to gag too hard as he shot his load down my throat. Finally his grip released, and I instinctively pulled back. He hadn’t finished coming yet, and as I slipped off his cock, I caught two more shots of cum, one directly across my face and the other on my upper chest.

As I sat there, panting and catching my breath, Henry and I made eye contact and he gave me a little grin.

“That definitely helped,” he said. “We should do that again sometime.”

I rolled my eyes , knowing full well that we definitely would.