“Baby, let me do this for you. Not as Tess. As your Mother. Let me, as your Mom, take care of your need.” she whispered, before lowering her hand again and pushing it back into my shorts. This time she pushed her whole hand in, carefully grabbed my rock hard cock, and then pressed her thigh onto it again.
“Please, Baby. Just this once. Please allow me to do this. Let your Mother love you. Let Mommy pleasure you.” she whispered, and I broke.
Did I want to allow this? Did I want this to happen? I was undeniably aroused, and this obviously meant a lot more to her than to me. I felt the same conflict as the day before, when I sat in front of my laptop while Claire massaged my shoulders and Grandma caressed my neck. On one hand, I enjoyed it, no sense in denying it. On the other hand, though, I didn’t want them to believe they could exploit my need for intimacy to fix what they broke, since they were the ones responsible for that need in the first place.
In the end, however, I reached the same conclusion I had arrived on when she started massaging my shoulders. If she wanted to serve me, why should I refuse myself that pleasure? This wasn’t about her getting what she wanted, it was about me getting something out of this whole mess for myself.
I nodded my approval, and that was enough for her.
She lifted her thigh from my groin and pulled my shorts off completely, then took off her bra. She laid back down next to me, into the very same position she was in before. She grabbed my cock back into her hand and started stroking, painfully slow. Her naked, hard nipples were pressed into my chest, and her breathing was hot in my ear as the pleasure slowly built up.
“Thank you, Baby! I love how your cock feels. Let your Mom give you pleasure. Let Mommy take care of her boy!” she breathed, and my cock twitched. Something she immediately picked up on. “You like it when your Mommy talks dirty, Baby? I love you so much! Your Mommy loves her baby boy so fucking much!”
I wasn’t sure if she was talking like that for herself, overcompensating for neglecting her youngest child, or if she was just desperately playing on whatever indication for pleasure she got from me. When my dick twitched as she called herself ‘Mommy’, that must have seemed like I really enjoyed it. I certainly did. This was heaven! This hand job with dirty talk from my mother was better than the silent blowjob from ‘supposed Tess’.
“I love you, Baby.” she said before kissing my neck again, increasing the strength of her grip on my cock. “I love you so much.” she said before kissing my ear, increasing the speed of her hand going up and down my shaft.
“Mommy will make you feel good now. Like she should have so many times already.” she said, and, without letting go of my cock, carefully slid her right leg over my hips.
When she was fully straddling me, she pulled my cock up and pressed it against her panty clad but sopping wet crotch, moving her hips back and forth to grind herself against me. Then she did something I wasn’t prepared for. She reached down with her left hand and slid the crotch of her panties to the side, revealing her smoothly shaven and dripping pussy. Her hand reached down further, spreading her pussy lips, before her right hand pulled my cock up against it. My shaft was pressed along her slit in between her labia, and then she started the same rocking motion with her hips as before, covering the entire length of my shaft in her juices.
“I’ll do anything for you, Baby. Mommy refused her little boy for so long. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you forgive me. You can’t imagine how scared I was of losing you. I never want to feel that way again. I need my Baby boy back in my life...” she paused shortly before continuing with conviction. “ ... I need my Baby boy back in me!”
And after she said that last part, she lifted her hips and used the hand holding my cock to push its head to her opening. She moaned as she felt my tip slip into her hole. With just the tip lodged inside her, she leaned forward onto her arms after planting them to either side of my head, and started circulating her hips, teasing what was about to happen. Her breasts dangling in front of my face, her dark nipples protruding. I lifted my hand and grabbed her right breast, guiding it to my mouth to engulf her nipple with my lips while my left hand found its way to her ass. Her breathing grew ragged as I sucked on her nipple and circled it with my tongue.
“Yes, my baby, just like you did years ago. Suckle on Mommy’s breasts. Just enjoy it. Mommy will do all the work and take care of you. Let Mommy take away your pain.”
