I thought about it and waited a little so that I didn’t sound too desperate. “Sure mom, if it would make you feel better.”
“Thank you Johnny. I know that this is probably weird for you, but it really means a lot to me.”
“Mom, it’s OK. And by the way, I don’t need to pretend that it’s someone else.” My mother blushed in a very deep way and reached out her hand to put it on my cock. She didn’t stoke it hard, and she didn’t clamp down on it. She just rubbed the skin up and down it casually as if she were simply glad for the contact.
The movie kept playing in the background. I was trying to pay some attention, but there was nothing that was going to distract me from what was going on.
“You know, this really takes me back.” My mother broke in.
“Yeah, you used to do this for dad?”
“Um…well, not so much. I mean I did do it for him, but it actually reminds me of another time in my life.”
“Oh, one of your boyfriends before you met dad?”
“No, not exactly that either. This is kind of embarrassing. I’ve never told anyone this, but I guess given the situation, it’s all right.” She kept stroking me but closed her eyes. “I used to do this for your uncle Michael.” The silence seemed to echo her last words. “Back when we were both going to college, we used to fool around. On nights when our parents weren’t around we would do what we called fantasy hand. One of us would massage the other and we could pretend it was whoever we wanted. I really didn’t need to pretend. It was enough for me as it was.”
“Wow mom.”
“I’ve never told anyone what I just told you. I hope you don’t think that your mommie is a freak.
“No, mom, it’s kind of hot actually. Did you guys ever get caught?”
“Well, there was this one time that our mother walked in on us.”
“Really, what happened then?”
“Well, she didn’t get mad. She told me to go to my room so that she could talk to Michael. He told me later that she gave him the sex speech right then and there. It seemed he was a little late for it, but here’s the crazy part: She used her own body to show him.”
“Oh my god, Grandma did that?”
“Yes, but you must remember, she was a much different woman back then. She was much younger and her body looked a lot like mine.”
“Wow, Uncle Michael must have loved that.”
“Yeah, he did because at the end of it she let him try out her pussy and cum inside of it.”
It was right then that I started to blow my load all over my mother’s face and my own chest. “Oh my god mom. Oh. Oh.” Mom picked up her pace and milked the finish for all it was worth.
“I take it you liked that?”
“That was the best ever. Thanks mom.” I hugged her and kissed her cheek. She smiled at me and walked to her bedroom.
The next day things were a little weird at first. I wasn’t sure what to say, but then my mother’s natural energy and confidence helped me to get over it. It’s not to say that she was acting natural, but she was almost glowing. It’s as if she had released something that needed to get out and now she was relieved and energized.
“I had a good time last night.” My mother leaned over handing me a plate of eggs and toast. She also gave me an ample view of cleavage down her robe. “I hope you did too.” I didn’t answer. There was so much that I was thinking about that I just forgot to say anything.