Mom's Hands Are Healing Hands
I pretended to throw a tantrum while sobbing, burying my face deep into Mom's voluptuous cleavage and rubbing against it over and over. When even fake crying got too exhausting, I lifted my head from her embrace, acting like I was okay now. (Not that I'd been crying for real in the first place.)
"Our son's come back from the army all grown up and chatty now, huh? Hahaha." Confirming my tears had stopped, Mom joked while hugging me even warmer.
"Hyeonmin, are you calm enough to talk with Mom now?"
"Yeah, Mom..."
She gently stroked my back and thighs where I was still leaning against her, and our mother-son sex counseling session began.
"So, our boy likes glamorous MILFs, right?"
"Yeah, Mom... Truth is, compared to girls my age, I get excited seeing sexy MILFs like you, and this guy down here gets rock-hard."
I moved my hand away from the erection that had sprung up from the nose-rub and her soft touch—it bounced up like a spring.
"This guy? Oh my!... Ahem... Son, so that video was just you liking MILFs like that actress? Or are you interested in that kind of relationship between a mom and her son?"
Mom flinched at my sturdy cock reappearing, then hit me with a piercing question.
"To be honest..."
Faced with her question, I chose to go straight for the truth. How I'd relieved my urges with regular MILF porn before. Then, in the army, a friend sent me an incest erotic story as a joke, and after that, I felt this indescribable thrill of taboo—knowing I shouldn't, but every time I jerked off, Mom popped into my head, tormenting me.
"...So I thought maybe living like a normal mom and son would help. That's why I started helping with chores, doing yoga and massages together..."
"Yeah, and?"
Mom chimed in encouragingly. I hadn't noticed while talking, but her hand stroking my back had slipped under my clothes, and the one near my thigh was inching toward my groin—close enough that it might brush my cock or balls any second. It was this subtly erotic situation that naturally built a guy's expectations. My brain felt numb from the arousal, but I bit my lip, snapped out of it, and continued.
"But you're so sexy, Mom—I get turned on every time I see you, and when I try to sleep, I can't stop thinking about you..."
"Yeah, thinking about me?"
"Then this gets so hard I have no choice but to jerk off. But after, I feel like a sick fuck for doing it to thoughts of you, and the guilt eats me up. It's torture, Mom..."
"No, son, it's okay~ That can happen. No need to torment yourself like this."
Mom soothed her distressed boy again. Then her fingertips—just barely—grazed my balls and the cock shaft right above.
"Oh dear~ Mom's just too sexy, and now our boy's fallen for her?"
Her hand slid from my back, lightly touched beside my head, and guided my face back to her breasts.
"I had no idea my son was suffering like this—Mom's sorry~"
She pulled my head deeper into her chest, and her sweet body scent flooded deep into my nose.
"I'm so grateful you told Mom everything, Hyeonmin..."
This feels like the start of something huge???
"So, what if Mom helps ease our boy's pain and frustration? Would that be okay?"
"Yes, Mom, please help—I can't take it anymore."
Swollen with anticipation, I answered desperately.
"Okay, Mom will help. But this stays our little secret, got it?"
"Yeah, Mom, thank—hng!"
[Grab! Squeeze, squeeze]
As I answered, the hand at my groin seized my cock and slowly kneaded that hot, rigid shaft like she was savoring it. Soon her soft palm glided from the head down the full length, then her other hand—which had been patting my back—took over, gently cupping and massaging my ball sack below.
This was my first proper handjob—and from Mom, of all people. The taboo thrill mixed with the pleasure of her tentacle-like fingers wrapping and rubbing my shaft made my hips buck involuntarily, my body trembling.
[Schlick~ schlick~ schlick~]
Pre-cum oozed endlessly from my slit like a spring, soaking her hand completely. Every up-and-down stroke produced lewd, wet sounds.
I lifted my head from her deep cleavage, and her flushed face met my eyes—our gazes locked.
"Feels good, right, son~? Let's make all that pain and frustration melt away like this, okay?"
Mom beamed at me, but her eyes flickered with raw lust.
I nodded yes, and her slowed hand sped up, churning white foam. She'd shake the whole shaft, then pinch the head and twist her wrist in short pumps—whoa, the stimulation was insane, my slit throbbing like I might blow any second. But like a ghost, she'd ease off, softly stroking the shaft. This repeated several times until my brain drowned in pleasure, thoughts gone—my cock under her hand felt like my entire world. Then a chilling orgasm surged up my spine.
My hand instinctively gripped one of her tits hard, but in the blinding ecstasy, stars exploding in my vision, I couldn't check her reaction.
My hips thrust up naturally, slamming my cock into her grip. She cupped her hand over the head like a cup with the one holding my balls, blocking the spray.
"That's it, son—shoot it all out nice and hard~"
[Splurt splurt splurt~ Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!]
Her saying "shoot" was the trigger—my cock pulsed massively. Then I shuddered, cumming hard. Rope after rope hit her blocking hand, splattering my balls, thighs, bed sheets, and floor in white puddles.
The mind-shattering pleasure narrowed my vision to a dark tunnel, strength draining from my body as I collapsed onto the bed.
As my breathing steadied and I calmed, the fog cleared from my eyes. Her left hand, coated in my cum, glistened in the monitor light. Her right slowly milked the remnants from my still-firm, twitching shaft, bottom to top. Leftover semen dribbled from the head, wetting her fingers.
"Better now, son?"
"Yeah, thanks to you, Mom... Thank you."
"Hehe, glad to hear it. Hold on—gotta clean this up before it stains."
Mom stood, grabbed tissues and wet wipes from the desk, and wiped the bed sheets first, then the floor.
"Whew, our boy's so healthy~ Shooting this much, and it's so thick—haha, not wiping off easy."
Even after handjobbing her son, Mom cracked jokes without missing a beat—her way of keeping things light, sparing me guilt over cumming on her body.
"It's all 'cause your hands feel too damn good, Mom."
"What? Hahaha!"
I fired back with a half-joking truth. She'd finished the sheets and floor, now kneeling in front of the bed. Me still perched on the edge put her in prime position for another handjob—or maybe oral. If my junior stirred again, my sweet Mom might drain me once more. But after two back-to-back explosive orgasms from peak arousal, my cock was peacefully asleep.
She took my softened dick in hand, meticulously cleaning every inch with a wet wipe.
"How's something this cute get so huge? Hehe... Mwah!"
Admiring the cleaned cock with a smile, she planted a soft kiss on the tender head—complete with a little "smack" sound. Even briefly, knowing her lips had touched it made her seem utterly lovable. I hugged her tight right there.
"Mom, thank you so much... I'm so happy."
"There there—if my boy's happy, Mom's happy too."
We clung until the dampness between our chests eased. Then Mom stood, saying it was time to prep dinner.
"Hyeonmin, if you get that worked up again like before, just tell Mom anytime—I'll help. Mom's hands are healing hands, after all. Hohoho."
As she left the room with those words, the crotch of her pants was damp and stained.
After that, she treated me normally through dinner, our usual sofa drama time, before heading to our rooms. That night, my phone buzzed with a notification—and I watched Mom's masturbation scene again.