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Why now? Why this month, this week, this day? Claire was spent, annoyed and fed up.
First it was all the usual stuff at work, then there was a small flue epidemic and half of her coworkers called in sick, so Claire had to take some extra shifts.
After work she had to take Manny and Luke to some school science fair, where her son promptly managed to burn both of his hands quite severely.
After they came back from the emergency room, Lukes hands wrapped up in a burn dressing, Claire still had to cook, do the laundry and clean most of the house. She assumed all of this would have been done by her two daughters by now, but they bith were out of house. Haily was over at one of ger friends, and forgot to tell her mom, while Alex was taking part in the annual night of books at the library. And then Phil was out of town for two weeks on a business trip, selling some high class luxury houses.
And now, to make it all perfect, her vibrator was out of batteries.
Clair pulled her panties back up, took the batteries out and went to the basement to get new ones. She could have sworn she put new ones in last month, and only used it twice since.
Of course there were no batteries.
Annoyed Claire threw tge empty ones into a corner and hit the wall. Then she had an idea. It was only nine in the evening, so nobody would be bothered if she did some laundry.
Claire went back upstairs, towards the bathroom, where the washing mashine was. Before she entered, a thought crossed her mind. She went to Lukes room and knocked.
"Come in"
"Hey, do you have anything for the laundry? I will wash another round and take a quick bath"
Luke was sitting at his desk, trying to play a computer game with only his two thumbs and his bandages.
"I got some underwear laying around somewhere" he said distracted.
"Very specific. Why do we even have laundry baskets."
Claire went over to his bed, where she usually found something, and took the dirty boxer shorts with her.
"Do you need anything else? Something to drink?"
"No, thanks mom. It's just my hands. I can manage on my own. You know how good i am with my feet"
Claire only knew to well, remembering how Luke broke a plate trying to use a fork and knife with his feet.
"Ok, if you need anything, just call me. Good night honey"
"Night mom"
Claire made her way over to the bathroom.
The boxer shorts were very clearly wet, and she could guess with what. She put some laundry into the machine, turned it up to full program and sat down on it.
Claire pulls her shirt over her head and puts it away. Underneath she wears a white cotton bra, which she now starts to clasp down, exposing her stiff nipples. Claire slowly circles them with her fingers, making them stand out like little cylinders. As she feels some slight moisture developing between her pussy lips, she quickly pulls off her matching white cotton pantys, before they get wet. Standing in front of the washing machine, she leans her body against the rim of it, bringing her pussy in direct contact with the plastic. The vibrations feel amazing. This is just what Claire needed after this day. She can't help but moan.
" Ahhh yes! This is so good!"
She realizes that she is in the bathroom, next to Lukes room and keeps it down.
Her left hand starts massaging her exposed beasts, while her right hand finds its way to her slit. As she is rubbing it up and down, it occurs to her that it was dumb not to get her vibrator, as she could have used it as an dildo. Wetness is quickly spreading between her thighs, smearing against the plastic, running down her leg in little droplets. How nice it would be if Phil was here now. He was always so sensitive for what she needed. They had nights, where he licked her for two hours straight from one orgasm to another, or days where he fucked her slippery pussy in a changing room of a shopping mall, making Claire wet the whole floor with her squirt.
Claire decided she needed something more than just an improvised vibrator and her fingers. She stopped for a brief moment and grabbed one of the hairbrushes she and her daughters use. It was made of a thick and smooth wooden handle, just the perfect tool for this task. Claire took the handle in her mouth and sucked on it. Claire stopped shortly. She knew that taste. It definitely tasted like pussy juice. Maybe she got some of hers on it, or maybe she wasn't the only girl in this house using the brush for something else than the hair.
She imagines Hailey standing in the bathroom, her jeans around her ankles with the brush shoved up her Teenage cunt.
Claire quickly shoved the thought aside. She is her mother. Such thoughts were just wrong. But still... It was a massive turn on for her. So she started to push the brush handle between her inner labia, coating it with her cum.
Another involuntary moan of extacy escapes her mouth.
She quickly goes over to a fast fucking pace, producing whimpers and squishing sounds. As she can barely stop herself from crying out loud, she grabs a piece of laundry to shove it in her mouth.
It is on of Luke's boxers. Before she puts it into her mouth, she smells on it. Definitely cum strained. Still fucking herself, her clit pressed against the machine, she turns the shorts inside out, and stares at the seemingly fresh cum load inside.
For some seconds, Claire hesitates, then she licks them and shoves the boxers into her mouth. She tastes semen, a taste she definitely likes. But more so. She tastes her son's cum. This is too much for claire.
She cums right away, her loud moaning only slightly muffled.
Claire collapses forward onto the machine, her legs still shaking, thighs, floor and machine wet with her cum.
She slowly pulls the wet brush out with a slight popping sound.
Claires face is flushed red from her orgasm, breathing heavy Claire decides to clean up her mess. As she spits her son's boxer shorts into tge laundry basket, Claire just can't help but think how wrong it is of her to get off on her sons cum in her mouth. Or what a turn on her daughters masturbation is for her.
She sucks her juices of the brush and washes is clean under the tap. When Claire looks into the mirror, she sees an oddly erotic image.
Flushed face, boobs hanging out of the bra, her wet pussy extremely swollen with the big inner labia clearly in view. The only thing missing is Phils cum on her face or belly.
Claire was about to turn and take a bath as she hears a loud noise. Wood breaking, something heavy collapsing and a shout of surprise from Luke. Then silence.
Something must have happened to Luke. Again. As always.
Claire quickly pulls up her white cotton panties, adjusts her bra and looks for her shirt. As she can't find it, she rusher out and into lukes room.
"What happend? Is everything allright?!"
"Mom! It's, nothing. Everything is fine!"
The front of Lukes bed has broken off, causing the whole bed to collapse. On it, there is a big heap of cussions, blankets and a towel. Sitting behind it on the floor is Luke, who clearly fell when the bed collapsed.
"How did this happen? Did you fall? Are your hands ok?"
Claire quickly makes her way over to her son to help him up.
"It's ok! Nothing happend. It just suddenly broke down and i was surprised for a moment, that's all. I'll repair it tomorrow."
Claire stops. Luke was behaving strange. Did he hit his head?
She steps over to him and pulls Luke up on his forearm.
Luke is wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt.
" You can't sleep in this debris tonight. I'll get your blanket and will make you your bed in the guest room."
"No it's fine, i can do that myself"
"With your hands? No way!"
Claire bends over the bed to get the blanket and cussion out of the heap. She can't help but notice that the heap has an awkward shape, and that the way the two cussions keep the towel between them, it might have been used for something more than sleeping. Claire pulls the towel away and discovers that it is covered in a wet slippery gel. Pushed into the it, she finds one of her rubber cleaning gloves. Claire turns around and looks Luke in the face. He is beet red and only looks down.
"So. What really happened?"
"I... I... Was on the bed.. And it collapsed."
"And what were you doing on the bed?"
"Nothing...it's...."
"So what do you need my rubver glove and" Claire sniffs the liquid "my massage gel for"
"I... I..."
"You were humping the bed. Come on. I'm your mom. You can talk openly with me. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"No i wasn't"
"Of course you were. You masturbated. Tried to fuck the bed. My god it's not that bad"
"Ok, ok, Jesus mom! I was. Or was trying to. Are you satisfied now? This is super embarrassing for me"
"Oh honey don't be embarrassed. This is all completely natural. We all do it."
"Sure whatever"
"But.. You have to explain one thing to me: Why like this? Why so complicated? Why break your bed?"
"Mom! Please..."
"I just want to understand" Claire has to keep herself together in order not to laugh.
Luke lifts his wrapped hands "This is the reason"
"Oh. I see. But couldn't you have... You know... Waited a few days?"
"Well.... It's not like I was planning on it, but then..."
"Then what?" Claire is torn apart. On one hand, this is super funny for her, on the other hand: she is his mother and hassome responsibilities for her son.
"Then i saw you in the bathroom...."
"You did what?"
"I wanted to bring you some clothes you forgot, and then i saw you... You know... Masturbating"
"Oh honey I'm so sorry!"
"Don't be. You just told me it's ok. At least you had your fun."
"I'm glad you see it this way. But a son shouldn't see his mother in such a situation. Just tell me: Do you have any questions?"
"No.."
"And aftee you saw me... Doing that... You went here an built that?"
"I tried to sleep, but..."
"But?"
"My... Penis.. Hurt because it was hard"
"It's ok. But you should not see your mother in such a way."
"I know mom, i don't. You are just very beautiful...."
"Oh honey that's sweet"
Claire hugs her son. And notices something. He has an massive erection. As she glances down unnoticed, she sees something else. The Reason Luke couldn't look her in the eye the whole time. Her white cotton panties are soaked with her juices and have become completely transparent. Furthermore, the rode up between her pussy lips, giving her an transparent cameltoe. Her stiff nipples are still pushing through the fabric of the thight white bra, barely being covered. Claire quickly covers herself and gets a step back from Luke.
"Oh god, Luke! Why don't you say something! You can't just stare at my pussy like that! I'm your mom! And you are having an erection from me!"
"I'm sorry mom! Please don't freak out! I couldn't help it! You're just.."
"I'm just what? Your mom!"
"Yes! But so sexy!"
Claire is completely taken aback.
"You can't look at me horny as hell and call me sexy! That's just wrong!"
Luke now goes into the defense
"As wrong as moaning my sisters name or fucking their brush?"
"You.. You heard that?"
"Of course I did! You weren't really that silent. By the way, another reason I wanted very much to release myself!"
Claire is silent. Her face is beet red.
"Let me explain. It's not like that it's..."
"I'm old enough to understand myself. I understand that it's ok to imagine it all. But you are trying to tell me that its not ok if for me to get hard if you stand nearly nacked in front of me. The first naked women I ever see in life."
"No. You are right. I'm so terrible sorry for what happened"
"Ok. Now could I please have a bit of privacy and that glove?"
"I...i..."
Claire's head is spinning.
"Sure. But. You know. I caused this. I should fix this."
"What?!"
"I said if you needed anything you should call... Well do you want a handjob?"
Clair let her hand drop to her sides, exposing herself again.
"Mom! Are you serious?!"
"Yes. A one time thing because your hands are hurt. You will never tell anyone. Just a hand job. Not more."
"Yes!"
"Ok then"
Claire doesn't know where her idea suddenly came from, but she had to go with it.
"Let's go over into the bathroom. We can clean up easier there."
"Sure.."
They walk over into the bathroom in silence. The Tension ist incredible.
"So... How is this... Going to work" Luke finally asks.
"Depends. What do you usually do?"
"I take it and rub it and then i come"
"Luke, i know how men masturbate, i gave your dad hundreds of hand jobs, i mean what do you like? Standing? Sitting? Wet or dry?"
"I... I.. Don't know."
"Ok. Let's find out. Pants down."
Clair has a stern, comnanding voice, but also something motherly.
Luke pulls his pants down. He reveals an average teenage penis, half erected, half hanging down. The only thing peculiar is that he is bald.
"Do you shave?"
"Yes"
"I like it. You have a nice penis."
Luke blushes.
"Thanks mom. Could I...see you?"
Claire considers her options.
"Only one thing. Boobs or pussy"
"Pussy!"
Claire raises an eyebrow, and takes her panties with both hands, pulling them down.
Luke stares with open mouth, saying nothing. His dick immediately gets hard.
"So let's begin"
Claire takes his penis into her hand.
"Ah!"
"Enjoy" Claire kisses her son on the mouth and slowly jerks her hand along his shaft. This continues until he is rock hard. Then she slowly increases pace until she is quickly rubbing.
"So what do you say? Is this ok?"
"Ahh mom! This is better than ok! But, oh yes, your vagina. Is it always this swollen?"
"No, only when im aroused"
"So are you aroused right now?"
"Why don't you find out?"
"Oh! Yes! How?"
"With your finger, maybe?"
Luke doesn't need to be told twice. His fingers move to her pussy. He touches the outer labia, and moves to the inner ones. Wetness is coating his fingers. He pushes them inside his mom.
"I think that is enough for you to find out!"
"Yes mom" Luke pulls back. Just when he thinks his mom doesn't look, he licks his fingers.
"You like the taste?"
"Oh. Sorry. Yes"
"Don't be sorry. How about a little sit down?"
"Good idea. My knees are a bit weak."
Claire leads him to the toilet by his dick like a dog on a leash.
She sits down first, spread her legs, so Luke can sit between them. Then she grabs hid cock again, this time from the behind.
"Do you have some gel or something? That would be perfect..."
Claire jerkd him with her right hand, while grabbing some lotion from the shelf next to her. She squirts some on his penis. With the slippery liquid coating her sons rod, she focuses more on his tip, causing him to gasp every time she reaches it.
Claire takes his balls with her left hand and rolls them around in her palm. Her right hand goes faster and faster, practically flying over the length of the penis, brushing along his sensitive tip.
"So are you close, honey? Are you going to cum? Do it for me! Cum for mommy! Coat my hand with your sperm! Come on!"
"I'm close but i need more..." Luke gasps for air. Claire moves her left thumb towards Luke's anus, and presses down right before it. It's just the right spot, causing Luke to moan and jerk his hip slightly.
"Mybe this will get you off: Ahhh FUCK ME! YOU ARE SO BIG! MAKE ME CUM! AHHHHHH!" Claire fakes an orgasm for her son.
"Oh mom ! I'm close. Faster! Please! Mom! Mom! I... I... I'm cumming!!! Ahhh!!! Yes!!!!"
Luke jerks his hips, cum squirting out in all directions, landing on his mom's hand, her legs, his chest and the floor. Luke is breathing heavy. Claire slowly stops her hand.
" Wow. You cum a lot for a boy your age. "
" Thanks mom. That was the best thing ever. You are the best"
"Don't mention it. Seriously. Never talk about this, ever. This is our dirty little secret. And try to keep yourself together until your hands are healed."
"I will try, mom. Just thank you. I never thought you would be so open about sex"
"Of course I am. If you ever have a question, just ask"
"I will"
Luke gets up and looks at his mom. There she sits, legs spread, glistering pussy, his cum on her hand and leg. Then she winks at him and licks his cum of her hand.
"Gross"
"No, tasty! If you excuse me, i have to pee"
And with this, she just started to pee in front of her son.
"Mom! Eww"
"Come on, you tasted my squirt, i jerked you off, but it's not ok to pee?"
"No..."
"Don't be so Childish. Could you do me a favor?"
"Of course, what do you want"
"Could you clean up your ejaculate from the floor and my cum on the washing machine?"
"Sure mom"
Claire isn't used to Luke being so willing to help. Maybe she should give him a handjob from time to time. But no. This would be wrong.
After they cleaned up, Claire prepares Lukes bed in the guest room, and they both go to sleep.
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