Relieving Sexual Desire Is a Mother's Duty!
Waiting for Mother in my room felt unbearably slow—every minute stretched out like an hour. The thought that today I might finally cross the line with the woman I had longed for and loved for so long completely took over my mind, and even sitting still, my cock began to swell.
"I'm coming in."
About ten minutes later, Mother stepped into the room. The moment I saw her, a choking sensation seized me, and I couldn't tear my eyes away.
"Mmm… even so, staring like that is a little embarrassing, even for Mom…"
"S-sorry."
I had been so captivated by the sight of her that I couldn't look away. Her reaction was a little different from usual, so I hurriedly covered my fully erect cock with my hand and stole glances at her instead.
Mother looked far more seductive than usual. She was wearing what people call a new-town milf look—a gray dress that clung to every curve of her body. She didn't seem to be wearing a bra; her nipples pressed faintly against the fabric. The neckline plunged so deep that nearly half her breasts were on full display. Just a little less coverage and I would have been able to see her areolas—maybe even her nipples.
Whoa… this is really happening, right?!
Honestly, when she said she would give me sex education, it hadn't quite sunk in. Part of me had wondered if she would just show me an educational video or lecture me and leave it at that. But looking at her now, I realized things were heading exactly where I had hoped and fantasized. I cheered inwardly and waited for her to speak.
She sat down beside me, let her gaze drop briefly to the cock I was still trying to hide with my hand, took a deep breath, and opened her mouth.
"I just want to confirm one thing. When you masturbated in Mom's room yesterday… you were thinking about Mom, weren't you?"
The question was so direct I hesitated to answer right away. Of course I did—her words were essentially forcing me to admit I saw her as a sexual object. One wrong word and not only this moment but everything between us could shatter.
"It's okay. You can be honest with Mom."
Wearing the same gentle smile she had yesterday, she quietly took my hand and moved it aside so I could no longer hide the erection straining obviously against my pants.
"Y-yes…"
"I see."
A brief silence settled between us after my answer. I had just confessed that I looked at my mother sexually, and she had confirmed that she knew she looked sexual to her own son.
"It's okay, son. We're family, but we aren't related by blood. Looking at me that way is only natural."
"Ugh!! M-Mom!"
With a soft touch, she stroked my erect cock over my pants, speaking in the gentle tone she might use with a child.
It was the first time I had ever felt a woman's hand—and it was the hand of the mother I had loved for so long. My cock, which I thought couldn't get any harder, seemed to swell even more, twitching as if desperate to ravish a woman. Mother seemed to know it was moving against my will; she kept caressing it gently.
"Mom's sorry. I didn't realize my son was suffering like this."
This time she wrapped her hand around the thick shaft that wouldn't fit in one grip and began moving it up and down, just like giving a handjob.
"Ugh!! Wait!! I can't—!"
The extreme arousal plus the stimulation was too much. I couldn't hold back and came right then and there.
"O-oh my!"
Mother hadn't expected it either; she simply watched as I climaxed.
"Th-this much…"
I felt as mortified as a child who had wet himself.
Even though I had already masturbated that morning with her underwear and taken a little of the edge off, my sex drive was higher than most people's. I kept cumming for well over ten seconds. The semen soaked through my underwear and pants and coated her soft hand.
Normally one orgasm would have cleared my head at least a little, but the unprecedented pleasure left me sitting there in a daze—that was all I could manage.
"Hehe. Mom's happy to see her son is so healthy."
"Ah…"
"It's fine. Your pants are dirty now, so shall we take them off?"
"I-I'll take them off myself."
"It's okay. You don't have to be embarrassed."
With that, Mother got down from the bed, knelt in front of me, and put her hands on my pants. The semen that had been on her right hand was already gone—she must have wiped it with a wet tissue while I was out of it—leaving her skin slightly glossy. She slowly pulled my pants down.
My cock was still rock-hard, as if once wasn't nearly enough. It caught on the fabric for a moment, but when I relaxed as much as I could and she tugged, it sprang free and stood proudly on display.
"My son's cock is so big…"
Mother couldn't take her eyes off it, looking almost startled. Her cheeks were faintly flushed; she was embarrassed too and holding it in. Not wanting her to feel alone in her shame, I didn't try to cover myself. I simply sat there with my erect cock bare before her eyes.
After staring at it for about a minute, she seemed to collect herself, cleared her throat once, and continued.
"Getting hard looking at Mom and cumming in Mom's hand is natural, like I said earlier. There's no need to feel ashamed."
"Yeees…"
No matter how she put it, I understood intellectually that this situation was anything but normal. Right now, though, instinct was crushing reason, so I simply agreed. Little by little, even the common sense inside me began to shift.
"But even so, you know you can't always get like this just from looking at Mom, right?"
"…Yes."
Just as she said, even if we weren't blood-related, getting hard and aroused by family was still a betrayal of basic human decency. The reason I had wanted to leave home in the first place was the hope that distance would naturally change this twisted desire of mine. But I hadn't been able to say it honestly, and now we had ended up here.
"So from now on, Mom will help her son relieve his sexual desires so you won't get excited looking at Mom anymore."
"W-what?! What do you mean by that!"
I asked again in shock at the words that had come from her mouth. I couldn't understand at all how having Mother relieve my lust was supposed to make my abnormal desire for her go away. Her offer was incredibly seductive and arousing, but I was certain that if we actually did it, I would never be able to extinguish my sexual craving for her.
"The reason you get hard looking at Mom like this is because you have no experience with women."
Without the slightest hesitation, she took hold of my cock—still a little sticky from earlier—and slowly stroked it up and down again, giving me a real handjob.
"If Mom teaches you about women like this, someday you'll be able to properly let go of your sexual desire for her. How about it? Do you dislike the idea?"
"I understand, Mom!!"
If I truly wanted to stop thinking of her that way, I should have refused right then. But the soft touch and stimulation of her hand on my cock were paralyzing my reason.
"Good. First, today Mom will teach you about what a woman can do with her hands."
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!
The moment I agreed, she picked up the pace and started pumping me properly. The pleasure was completely different from anything I could do myself—something I had never felt before. I sank into bliss, savoring every stroke of her hand.
"See? A woman's hand is softer than a man's, so when she strokes you it feels even better. Hehe. You look like you're feeling good, so Mom feels good too."
I looked down at Mother kneeling politely in front of me, diligently jacking me off. She never took her eyes off my cock. It had been a long time since she had seen one, and her interest seemed high; she brought her face so close I could feel her breath on it.
"Hehe. With a cock this big and balls this full, girls are going to love you later. Haa🤍"
A hint of wistfulness colored her sigh, but the rising urge to cum left me no room to focus on anything else.
"Uugh!! Mom!! Again—!"
"It's okay. Cum all over Mom's hands. Paint Mom's hands white with your son's semen🤍"
Her deliberately arousing words pushed me over the edge. I came on the spot. Mother sealed the tip of my glans with her other hand so that her pretty fingers would be coated in my semen, and the hand still gripping the shaft got filthy with the overflow as well.
"This much even the second time… Mom is truly proud of you."
I had no idea what there was to be proud of, but two climaxes in a row had my eyelids growing heavy. I couldn't answer; I simply collapsed backward onto the bed.
"I guess doing it right away was still too much. It's okay. You'll feel better after a little nap. There, there, Mom's good boy🤍"
Mother climbed onto the bed, pulled me into her arms, and gently caressed my slowly softening cock. My eyes drifted shut. The soft press of her breasts wrapping around me felt so comforting. In my fading vision I stared at her nipples—even more prominent against her clothes than before—and slipped straight into sleep.