Mom just jerked me off through my joggers

As per a suggestion from someone who contacted me from my previous posts, I decided to ask my mom to dress up a little and we could have a more ‘proper’ movie night. For context, my mom doesn’t dress up ever. She’s a nurse and always wears comfy stuff like crocs and big y-shirts or just shorts and a top.

Well today, she got back from shopping and excitedly got dinner ready whilst I cleaned the flat. She was excited as she hadn’t dressed up for a date in years. So when food was done, she hurried away to her room as I sat at the table in a shirt and suit trousers. She took a little while but eventually came back with an elegant black dress on, a little makeup but nothing crazy. I complimented her and felt like the atmosphere was super relaxed and casual, how me and mom are usually.

We had a dinner, a nice salmon dish from her, not too heavy but filling all the same. I cleaned up and she got the movie ready. I chose dune as I’ve been wanting to watch it. We both laughed at watching a movie dressed up so she got back into comfy stuff and I followed. Stupidly wearing very thin and loose joggers as I wanted the freedom when sat on a couch.

We were partway through the movie when she paused to use the bathroom and on returning we just chatted. She again, apologised for grasping my cock and I tried to play it off like it wasn’t a biggie. She mentioned how it was the biggest she’d ever held which shocked me as I knew she was ‘busy’ during her college years. I didn’t know what to say and just laughed, awkwardly rubbing my neck.

Before I could resume the movie, she leant closer and asked me “Can I touch it again?” And before I knew it, her hand was all over my bulge. It twitched to life as I tried to understand what was going on, my eyes were wide and I was just gawking like a big idiot.

She gasped at my thickness as it grew, I was helpless against her touch and how I felt in the moment. My heart was going crazy. She kept stroking until I was rock hard, harder than I’d ever been in my life, for real. She tightened her grip and pulled the material of my joggers tight to see the full picture and just stared. She said “Holy shit (my name) you’re as thick as one of your monster cans”. I couldn’t really argue with that and didn’t know what to say. We were both silent as she kept stroking and stroking, both of us in amazement for different reasons.

After a couple minutes, she felt I was close. I tried to jerk my body as a ‘not any further thanks’ but her hand sped up and it was heavenly. It bulged and twitched and I shot a huge load all over the inside of my joggers. It oozed through the material and even got on her hand. I sat back panting as she just chuckled.

I softened and the awkwardness dawned on us. She stood up, face like a tomato and said “we shouldn’t have done that” and she left.

I cleaned up and we haven’t really talked since that. I said goodnight and asked if we could finish the movie tomorrow but she said she wasn’t sure. I could see the doubt of her actions in her eyes.

Overall it was a heavenly touch but with my own mom? It was awkward as hell and might’ve ruined our casual fun mom/son dynamic forever.