Growing up, when the first sexual desires stirred in him, they burned for the exotic. The far away. The non-familiar. But now that he was 18, about to go to college, and still a virgin, the sexual tension had piled to immense, pounding heights. The stakes had become so high. He was afraid to approach other people. He didn’t know how to make the plunge. The possibility of rejection felt too immense. Unsurvivable.
He had started to think about, and crave, nurturing. To be taught. Gently. Lovingly. But no girl would to do that. Girls were too young and inexperienced. Older women were tantalizing for that reason. And increasingly, thoughts had been drawn to his mother.
His mother protected him and evoked a deep, primal familiarity. These emotions drew him to her, but some barrier ultimately repulsed him sexually. Yet, she would understand him best, wouldn’t she? She would take that very special care.
The week prior had tortured him with nonstop arousal. His hormones must have been gushing through his bloodstream. He knew it was natural at his age, but the knowledge didn’t cure all that frustrated euphoria. His mother had caught him hiding his persistent erection throbbing against his sweatpants. The initial glimmer of shock on her face had quickly melted to sympathy, however. Regardless, he had taken to wearing jeans in the house.
These thoughts were burning in his mind, burning in his cock, as he laid in bed that night when she slipped into his room and sat on the edge of his bed. He was horrified. Right next to her, freed from his underpants earlier, his cock stood ridged and straight, tenting the fabric.
Then, she spoke.
“There are dark, warm, incredible things that are important for you to know,” she said in a low, curiously sultry voice. It made his cock spasm. He was frozen in place with both terror and thrill.
“I want you to experience them. The right way. The loving way.”
She dragged the sheet down. The cool friction against his cock made his thighs shake.
“I want to make sure that you know what it feels like when someone truly wants to give you pleasure.”
The sheet cleared his cock. It snapped high in the air.
She groaned. It was a beautiful sound.
His cock convulsed, making a tight, jittery circles. He had never felt harder. Or that it might actually be possible to cum without being touched at all.
“It shouldn’t excite me too, but it does,” she said dreamily. “God you’re dying, aren’t you? You must feel so incredible right now. All that young, powerful sexual energy.”
He couldn’t believe he was seeing her hand drop and lightly brush his intimate skin from his balls up the shaft to the tip of his cock.
The chemical reaction finally happened then. The mix of two powerful reagents—nurturing love and erotic lust. It all bubbled, churned, and exploded.
“Oh mom,” he moaned. “Oh mom….”
His cock convulsed. One jet of cum. His first edge.
“Not yet honey. Not yet.”
Her arm encircled and cradled him against her breasts. She dipped her finger into the little pool of cum now on his thigh.
“There are special places that make you feel like nothing you’ve ever felt before.”
She wet the underside of his cock with his sweet cum about an inch below his bulging head.
She rubbed him there. But so soft. And so slowly.
It felt immense. And hungry. Like a thousand symphonies playing in harmony.
He whimpered. He felt transported and transcended. He could actually cry.
He moaned and shook. Captivated. Unending waves washed over him.
“Your cock feels incredible. It’s bulging. Throbbing.”
“Oh god mom. Oh god…. It feels so good. So good.”
She shifted her fingers. So slightly. More on the sides of his cock along the ridges of his head. Strange and wonderful, she thought, to see his cock grown up. And grown beautiful.
The change in sensation made his back arch.
“These are the very special places on your cock,” she said. “Where a girl should touch you. Love you. Lick you.”
At that word, lick, he cried out. She knew what it meant. That he craved her mouth on him, but never could dare to ask.
And the truth was, her hands were too detached. She wanted to feel the reactions of his cock far more intimately. Her mind wanted to bathe in the knowledge of exactly how each throb felt on her sensitive lips, tongue, and mouth.
She took her hand away, and his cock danced free, tipping back, snapping up in desperation. So wildly erotic.
She lost her last restraint. She wanted him for herself. Her pleasure. No more parental detachment.
She took his cock and made love to his moans. The veins of his cock felt glorious. Thudding fast.
She licked the graceful curves of his cockhead. Fluttered so perfectly at the shuddering opening where his precum flowed. She lapped up and down his young, delicious shaft,
He was grunting, writhing, thrusting.
He chanted “oh mom, oh mom, oh mom” over and over and over.
She swam in a paradise she had never before known as she twisted with him. Her pussy was clenching in a steady, light, quivering orgasm that did not end.
Then he thrust upward.
She sucked on his shaft hard and clamped around him.
“AaaaaahhhhhhHHHHH!!!”
His cum erupted.
Jetted.
Sprayed.
And she sucked him. Dear god, she sucked him.
Pump after pump after pump.
She drank him. The waters of her waters.
Until he collapsed on the bed, his “oh moms” now becoming a quiet prayer.
A thankful, religious ecstasy.
And he could say no more, until he finally drifted into a warm, protected sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ervazu/the_night_the_barriers_crumbled
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