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Oedipus Syndrome
Oedipus Syndrome is categorized as a genetic anomaly that effects roughly 1 in every 300,000 men. It's a condition that has 5 distinct stages, however the vast majority of people with this condition never go past stage 2.
Stage 1 is simple; it's the condition's dormant state. It can be detected in genetic tests but it is completely asymptomatic. This is the state the affected will be in until they reach sexual maturity. It is within the late stages of puberty that the condition moves to stage 2. Even in stage 2 most patients don't even know they have it as the only effects are that the average erection size and ejaculate volume are slightly higher than the average of those without the syndrome (approximately ¼ inch and 1.3 ml respectively).
The catalyst for the condition progressing to stage 3 is for the patient to sexually pleasure himself to the sight or thought of his biological mother. The rarity of this happening is why most patients never progress to stage 3. In the cases where a patient does move to stage 3 however; it's very likely he'll eventually make it all the way to stage 5.
Justin sat at his computer. A while ago he had made some very lucky investments that allowed him to spend almost all of his time doing whatever he wished, which most of the time was jacking off. At this moment he was looking through a subreddit where porn creators posted free samples of their stuff.
Here he found a user by the name of "MilkerMommy". Her username was no lie; as while she was definitely older than the girls Justin usually enjoyed, she had an incredibly plump body that looked fabulous for her age. Justin estimated she was around g-cup yet had barely any sag, and he felt he could just sink his hands into her massive pillowy ass.
All of her videos were from the neck down, but Justin didn't mind. He could see every part of her he wanted to see. He could see her oiled tits bounce as she rode her dildo. Every part of her jiggled as she took the silicone dick into her cunt, it was damn near mesmerizing to watch.
After only a bit of jerking to her free clips he went over to her OnlyFans. It was a little pricey, but given how much of a bombshell she was and how much disposable income Justin had, it was more than worth it.
He searched through her premium content, looking for something worthy of finishing to. He found a video of her laying in a bed, furiously fingering her cunt while using her other hand to fondle one of her oversized mammaries.
Notably there was no audio to the free clips, unlike the premium content, so him watching this video was the first time he heard her moan. She called out "Yes! Please keep fucking me!" in an over-the-top voice obviously being more for the audience than what she naturally moans while masturbating. And something about this voice- he didn't realize it in the heat of the moment, but in the back of his mind there was a certain… familiarity.
Subconsciously he started to notice other similarities, and once his brain had enough proof it started to change things. The first being that Justin felt suddenly even more aroused. He jacked faster, needing to crest over that hill. His hand clapped against his ballsack faster and faster until he reached his precipice, he stared at his screen as if the nude woman on it was the only thing in the world, and then he blew his load underneath his desk.
It was at this point his fate was sealed. Unbeknownst to him his genes were rapidly changing his endocrine system and altering his hormones. It was also once the high of his orgasm died down, and his heartbeat returned to normal that the voice in his head asked "Huh, doesn't she kinda look like mom?"
Later, once he had cleaned up after himself, Justin went downstairs. He bumped into his mom, Opal, on his way to the kitchen. "Oh hi sweetie! I was just heading out for groceries. Want me to pick you up anything?" she asked in a chipper voice. She was motherly in every sense of the word, always wanting to do whatever she could for her darling baby boy. She loved him so much that even after Justin made so much money she insisted that he DIDN'T move out, so that she could continue to have company.
"Nah I think I'm good," he replied. She nodded and gave him a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. Something that Justin never really noticed until now was that his mom was super hot. She took great pride in her skincare routine, so her face didn't show her age in slightest aside from some subtle crow's feet. And what Justin couldn't help but notice at this time was her ridiculous curves. He tried not to, but his brain compared her to MilkerMommy, and she was basically an identical match, as far as he could tell with her modest housewife clothes covering her. Even her voice was the same, or at least he thought it was. She wasn't exactly doing sexy moans so it was kinda hard to tell.
Either way the thought that he had a figure so similar to such a hot pornstar in his own home, giving him hugs where those giant jugs pressed against him, it made the blood rush to his lower head. As his mom walked away and he tried to pry his eyes away from her ass he thought "Am I really going to have to jack off again already? I just busted a nut how am I already this horny again? And for my own mom?" He shook his head and tried to ignore it.
Justin microwaved a quick meal and hung around the house for a bit. He tried to focus on other things but his mind kept going to sex. He also noticed that his erection wasn't going down at all. It started to get a little worrying, so he headed for his room.
He booted up his pc and went back to porn. He decided to stay away from MilkerMommy however, since he felt it was putting some odd thoughts in his head. Instead he went to a short, goth pornstar with a collection of fantasy dildos. He stroked for quite a while at the woman fucking herself with a literal monster cock and filling herself with fake cum, but even after going through 3 whole videos he wasn't able to reach orgasm.
He noticed that his eyes were getting sore from staring at his screen. He looked at the clock and winced at how long he'd been going at it. He didn't want to spend all day jerking off, but he felt so ungodly horny he needed to get off.
He made a choice; he wanted to get this over with, and even if that meant putting some weird idea in his head it was worth it. He went back to MilkerMommy. He beat his dick to the older woman, and as he did his brain only began noticing more and more subtle details. He didn't go in his mom's room much, but from what he remembered it matched the one he saw in the background, the few times her chin was visible it lined up with his mother, even barely visible freckles matched perfectly. It was becoming harder and harder to deny the truth. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears.
But it didn't matter. What if it was his mom? So what? He was just so desperate to get over that hump and this taboo was his best chance. After he came he could clear his head and unsubscribe, but for now he'd fap to as much of her content as he needed. He watched video after video of her in different positions, and slipped into imagining himself fucking his mom in each one. He imagined the plap of her ass against him taking her doggy, how soft it would feel to put his head between her tits in missionary, the comforting weight of her plump body slamming into his in cowboy. Again and again and again he imagined all sorts of perverted things he could do to the woman who birthed him.
But he couldn't cum. Eventually he was tired, eyes bloodshot, covered in sweat, arm sore from pumping. He just couldn't get there. He was reaching for a bliss but the closest he could get was grazing its fingertips. Hours had passed. His mom was no doubt asleep by now. He decided to take a shower and then head to bed, unfulfilled.
For the next 2 days he would occasionally try again to reach orgasm. He wouldn't go quite as hard, giving up a lot earlier. He also unsubscribed from MilkerMommy and avoided her content. If it wasn't the key there was no point in going into that headspace.
He couldn't look his mother in the face for these days. He didn't want to confront whatever complicated feelings towards her were going on in his head. She could tell something was wrong, but didn't want to pressure him into talking about it, so gave him some space.
On the third day after his problem started he decided to go to the hospital. His libido was getting out of control, and he had no way to relieve it. It was causing crazy stress upon him, so even if it was embarrassing to go to a doctor because you can't nut, it's worth it.
At the doctor's he was asked several questions. They were able to easily eliminate causes like medication side effects and depression, but eventually the doctor got a look on his face like he was trying to solve a puzzle. Frankly Justin was surprised how seriously the doctor was taking this. The doctor spoke "Based on what you've told me there's a few things it could be. Unfortunately they all have quite different treatment, and I don't think it's wise to try any of them without knowing for sure. Thankfully almost all of them we should be able to determine with a blood test."
Justin was able to get blood drawn later that day, and then spent several more days getting increasingly pent up. He didn't even try to get off, feeling like it was a waste of energy.
The day his results were in he returned to the doctor. He walked in with several papers on a clipboard and a contemplative look on his face, as if he was deciding the best way to handle this.
"The good news is that we've most likely found the cause. You have a sort of genetic disorder that can cause this to happen. It's not life threatening or a danger to your health, but it's likely causing your current problem. However it only gets to this stage in response to a very specific stimulus, and I need to know if you've experienced said stimulus to confirm. So I'm going to ask a question, and it may be embarrassing, but you will not be judged in any way for your answer and if you want to deal with this you have to be honest."
Justin felt it couldn't be much more embarrassing then his current predicament, and he'd do just about anything to fix it. "Ask away. I promise to be truthful."
"When you last ejaculated" the doctor began "were you thinking of or looking at… your biological mother?"
Needless to say this was more shocking of a question than Justin was ready for. Before he could second guess if he should really tell the truth though he forced out a barely audible "y-yes".
The doctor looked more somber now. "I want to first say that it's very brave of you to admit that. However I have bad news. What you have is something called 'Oedipus Syndrome'. And I'm afraid my recommendation for how to treat it is to come to terms with living like this. The syndrome increases sex drive but makes it impossible to reach orgasm. There is technically a treatment, but it would make your condition far worse in the long run and the method of treatment is one that I can not in good conscience recommend. So I fear you may never orgasm again. I have prepared a booklet with info on the syndrome as well as the contacts of some sexual wellness therapists that will help you in adjusting."
Justin was slack-jawed as he was handed the papers. The doctor left to give him a moment alone. He couldn't believe what he had been told. Being like this forever? There had to be a solution right?
He looked through the brochure labeled "Living with Oedipus Syndrome". It said that it was a disorder with 5 distinct stages. 1 and 2 had it be pretty much dormant, and 3 described his current symptoms to a tee. About half of the brochure was dedicated to stage 3; giving advice on how to manage the symptoms and recognize what's normal. The last section listed what made each stage move to the next, and sure enough the doctor wasn't lying about what moves from 2 to 3.
His curiosity led him to wander to the description of stage 5. He worried about what it might be. Would he die if it got to that point? He read it; "Stage 5: The singular sexual attraction from stage 4 remains, but the body is able to regulate semen production so there is no longer the danger from stage 4. Additionally there is yet another increase in desirable sexual characteristics."
That… didn't sound bad. Like he didn't know what that first part meant but it goes out of its way to mention a lack of danger. His eyes darted to the explanation of stage 4. The first sentence read "The ability to orgasm will return." This definitely sounded better! Why didn't the doc just tell him to go through the stages? He read what causes stage 3 to progress to stage 4; "Orgasm through sexual contact with biological mother progresses the syndrome to stage 4."
He closed the booklet.
For the next few days he was still in shock. His brain was constantly drifting back to his near endless boners. It felt like every day the need for release grew stronger. On a few of the days he tried in vain to get off, only ending up more frustrated.
One day he was wondering around the house aimlessly. He hadn't cum in nearly a month, and his brain had nearly stopped working. He looked around and realized that he wandered to around where his mom's room was. His dick twitched. He'd been pretty distant from her for the past month. As he was getting lost in thought near her door he heard a little something and tried to listen with more focus.
He heard some wet slapping noises, and could just about make out some moans. It didn't take him long to realize that she must have been recording content for her OnlyFans.
It felt unfair. All these people were allowed to shoot their loads to his hot mom, and yet he wasn't allowed to cum at all. If anyone should be allowed to cum to her it should be him. His cock strained against his pants. All this could be solved if he was just allowed to fuck her huge tits or pillowy ass.
He reached for the doorknob, turned it, and let himself in.
Opal was on the floor with her phone propped up, recording her ass as she was fully hilted on her dildo. She tried to cover herself, but there was only so much she could do to cover her exposed flesh. "J-Justin? Honey I can- I was in the middle of-" she stammered.
"Mom. I know. But this is important I promise." He reached for and pulled down the front of his pants, freeing the cock that caused such the tent in them. It was painfully hard, with the veins bulging, the tip a purplish color, and it was leaking precum all over her floor. "I know this will sound crazy, but I haven't been able to-" he hesitated for a moment "to cum in like a month. And I went to the doctor's and they said that the only way for me to cum is you."
They both stood in silence for a moment. The only movement was the twitching and dripping of Justin's cock. "Please" he said, desperately.
Of course Opal was hesitant. After all what she had just been requested was quite the big taboo. But her heart ached with maternal instinct. He looked so needy, almost as if he was about to cry, and one look at his dick showed he was in so much pain. She always wanted to do everything she could to make sure his son was happy and healthy, so why should this be any different? …Also… she couldn't help but compare his member to the artificial one inside her, and the comparison was quite a flattering one for Justin's cock.
"Is there any specific way we need to like- do it?" She asked hesitantly, still covering herself.
"No I think as long as it's by touching you it'll be fine," he asked, face beet red.
She had one last moment of hesitation. But then- "Sit at the edge of the bed. I'll help you out, sweetie." She grabbed her phone and stopped the recording. She'd still try and salvage the footage from before she was interrupted later. She stood up, removing herself from the silicone rod which she was sat upon. Her juices ran down her thick thighs.
Justin fully removed his pants and waited for his mommy. Any part of his brain that would have felt shame about this had all the blood needed to function sent to his erection.
She knelt down in front of him and nervously wrapped her hand around his girth. She realized that she had forgotten to grab lube, and in a spur-of-the-moment decision made by a brain that didn't get to orgasm earlier, she reached down and wetted her hand with her own love juice to lubricate her hand job.
Justin moaned at the lewd display. His own mom was seriously giving him a handjob using her own pussy juice as lube. His balls churned in arousal, producing extra semen for the first release they've had in a long time.
Opal started out quite embarrassed masturbating her own son, but as she went she managed to repress those feelings. As she gazed upon the leaking girth before her she decided to slip into the character she showed to all her subscribers; "Does this feel nice baby? Does mommy's hand feel nice on your cock?" She'd spoken these words many times to a camera, but it made her heart beat loud in her chest to actually be the mommy of the one hearing them.
"These balls are so swollen. I bet you just wanna shoot out all your cum, don't you my sweet boy?" She began to fondle his needy nutsack, massaging the sore organs with her tender touch. As she slipped farther into character she forgot she was just doing this for her son's health and brought her lips down to his scrotum, giving it a smooch. "Oh baby. You taste so good. And I bet your juicy cum will be even tastier. Won't you please let it all out for mommy?" She continued to polish his balls with deep kisses, leaving them shiny with spit.
Justin was leaking like a fountain, the pain in his overstuffed balls being soothed by mommy kisses. He was approaching the edge, just as he had several times this month, but this time he felt it was different. It felt like he could actually get over that final hump. "Mom. Please. Just a little more." he moaned desperately.
Opal got up from spit-shining her sons balls. "Oh is my sweet boy going to cum?" she asked, and pointed his cock between her tits as she used her arms to squeeze them together. "Do you want to blow you load all over mommy's big tits? I bet you got so many cummies for mommy. Why don't you let them all out?"
This erotic display was it. He finally got there. He felt the tug of orgasm and jizz began to run up his urethra. He began to plaster her oversized mama melons, filling her cleavage with a sizable well of spunk. Despite what she had just said Opal was surprised at the amount. It had been a bit since she had been with a real guy but she definitely remembered them cumming way less.
Once Justin had finished glazing his mother's breasts with the last few ropes of ball batter he collapsed onto her bed. He was tired. His balls still hurt but it was different now, being more strained from the extreme release rather than sore from fullness. "Thank you. Thank you so much mom."
Opal looked down at herself, tits covered in incest cum. She felt an odd combination of emotions; part of it was satisfaction as a mother for having helped her son, but she was also disappointed that it was over and she still didn't get to cum, and there was also just a hint of shame for having cross that taboo line. She stood up and said "I'm going to go take a shower. After that we can talk about this." She left the room.
She let the warm water run down her chest, washing away her son's spunk. Part of her was sad to see it go. She thought back to how his cock looked, and how he looked as she got him off. Her hands ran between her legs, intending to deal with the blue balls she got from the whole ordeal.
She rubbed her vulva as she reminisced on the moment. The needy throbbing, the fountain of precum, the moans as she helped him. As she moved some fingers inside she moved onto whole new fantasies, ones of things they hadn't done yet. She imagined that great cock slipping inside her, stretching her out as she looked her lover in the eyes. She shuddered and moaned as the thought brought her to orgasm.
She let the waves of orgasm flow through her for a time, leaning against the shower wall to avoid falling. Once she had cooled down she finished washing up, exiting the shower and drying herself. She realized she didn't bring any clothes with her so for now she covered herself with a towel.
On her way back she saw that Justin had redressed himself and was waiting outside her bedroom holding a paper. "We'll talk in a second. Let me get dressed." She walked past him into her room.
Justin waited a moment until Opal invited him in. He noticed she was sitting on the bed and was dressed quite modestly, and assumed it was probably to make it clear this was talking time and not just more sex.
He sat next to her and showed her the booklet. "So apparently I have this condition. I went to the doctor a while ago and he gave me this. It has a bunch of different stages and basically I-" he hesitated "I accidentally found your OnlyFans and that moved me to a stage where I couldn't cum ever again… unless it was with you." As he explained he showed her all the relevant information in the booklet. "I haven't read at all about stage 4, which I guess is the one I'm in now, but I saw stage 5 seems to basically be me cured."
Opal wrapped her arms around him "Oh sweetie I'm sorry you had to go through that. I know it must have been so awkward to come to me for a problem like that. And I'm proud of you for being brave enough to do so." Any shame she felt about having committed incest was gone. He really did have a condition where her helping was the only option, so there was no reason to feel guilty. "We should probably read about stage 4 and how to get you cured though."
He flipped through to the symptoms of stage 4. Opal noticed his shocked reaction as he read. She looked down to read for herself.
"Stage 4 will have certain symptoms be shared with the affected's mother, however it is far less dangerous for her. For each of them they will now only feel sexual attraction for each other, and will see a noticeable sex drive increase. For the son there will also be an increase in erection size by several inches.
The dangerous part however, is that the semen production of the son will increase to dangerous levels. It is recommended to orgasm at least every 4 hours* to avoid semen from building up too much, as i the worst case it could lead to bursting of the prostate, or the need for amputation of the genitals altogether. It is also worth noting that orgasm still needs to be through direct sexual contact."
There was and footnote at the bottom that by orgasming several times before bed one can still safely sleep for a comfortable amount of time.
Opal was shocked. This was serious business. Would she really have to milk her son dry every couple hours? She remembered stage 5. She told him to flip to how he goes from stage 4 to 5.
"For stage 5 to be reached the mother must release a specific hormone. This hormone is only released upon successful fertilization and implantation of an egg cell fertilized by her son.
They were both in shock. That- that clearly wasn't an option. So their only option was to have sex several times every day for… forever?
Justin spoke "I'm sorry mom. I should have read ahead. Now we have to do it a bunch and it's all my fault." He was slumped over, full of shame.
Opal lifted his face so he would look her in the eyes. "Baby it's ok. You were desperate and you made a mistake, we all do. And even if you read it what would you have done? Just gone your whole life uncomfortable and in pain?" This helped relieve much of Justin's guilt. Opal continued "Besides, you're a very handsome man and you have a very nice… penis, so don't worry at all about your condition forcing me to do something I don't like. As long as you're comfortable with this I'm fine with helping you."
They sat for a moment longer, coming to terms with their new situation. Opal suggested them having dinner, which sounded like a nice way to think of something else. The both headed downstairs and Opal grabbed some fish they had in the fridge and put it in the oven. There was a bit of an awkward silence as they waited for it to cook, but by the time it was done they both felt comfortable enough to chat a bit.
For Justin this felt great. For the last month he had felt such shame at seeing his mother as a sex object that he couldn't even look at her. But now, even though in a way she was now more a sex object to him, the vibe had completely changed. They could chat like a normal mother and son again, just now with the caveat that she would be milking his balls later.
When they finished eating they went to the living room to watch tv. They enjoyed watching stuff but after a while Justin began to feel a tad uncomfortable between the legs. He looked down and immediately saw the problem; there was a quite noticeable bulge in his sweatpants. And it most of it wasn't even his cock. He looked down the front of his pants and saw his balls had grown tremendously, even in just a few short hours.
Opal saw him checking on his own dick and asked him "Need some relief?"
Justin became flustered. "It's only been like 2 hours though. We don't have to do it yet if you don't want to."
She placed a hand on his lap "That's fine. I don't want me helping you to feel like some chore, putting it off til the last moment before it becomes dangerous. It'll make it more bearable I think if we make it something casual. If you're horny come to me, even if you just got off 10 minutes ago."
"I guess you're right," he said. He pulled down his sweats to his knees.
Opal got a good view of his newly engorged nutsack. "Oh my!" She cupped one of them in her hands. "It wasn't kidding about the semen production. But I guess for it to be dangerous it'd have to be this absurd. Even the weight of them is crazy. I can tell that's some thick jizz in there." She moved her hand up to rub against his hardening length. "How about we put on a little something for you to look at while I get you off?" she said. She reached for the remote with her free hand and paused their show. She navigated to the internet browser and put on some porn.
The eroticism was delicious. He was watching porn with his mom while she jerked him off. It was the kind of thing that a mere month ago he never would have even considered a possibility. It was at this point he remembered that she never grabbed any lube, yet he didn't feel like he needed any. He looked down and saw that his cock, and by extension is mom's hand, was covered in an absurd amount of precum.
Despite how much the idea of what they were doing triggered the neurons in his brain, the porn itself didn't do much for him. It was just something from the first page of Pornhub, so it was pretty basic. And at that moment he didn't find the actress involved particularly attractive. In fact the only woman he found attractive was Opal. "Mom," he started "do you think you could put someone on the tv that look a bit more- like you?"
She looked over at him and gave a smirk. With the remote she closed out of Pornhub and opened OnlyFans. She logged in and he saw the tv now could view all of her content. She put on a video of her hopping on a dildo, ass facing the camera. "Is this what you had in mind, baby?"
Needless to say this did a lot for him. For nearly any man watching a pornstar that you love's content while that very same pornstar strokes your cock is a fantasy one can only dream of. But for that pornstar to also be the woman who birthed you, it was a stimulation that could hardly be imagined.
"Cumming!" He exclaimed. He twitched in his mother's hand before shooting a thick glob of nutsludge straight up. Opal gasped at the amount, but that was just one spurt. He spurted shot after shot of his thick baby batter all over himself, in the process also glazing Opal's hand and a bit of her arm.
When he was done he was absolutely drenched. His clothes would need to be washed, as would the couch. Instead of reprimanding him though Opal comforted him, caressing his face with her clean hand. "You did a good job. You let out so much cum for mommy. It must have felt good to release that much." Her words were made more lewd by her very own moans still playing in the background.
She comforted him for a few more minutes until he was done in the afterglow. "We're probably going to need to come up with a better way of doing this. One that makes less mess," he said, looking at the state he was in.
"I'll buy some condoms tomorrow morning. For now you get a shower while I clean the couch," she said as she kissed him on the cheek.
Justin did as instructed, and for the second time that day their shower was used to clean his cum off someone, however the drain struggled a bit more this time.
Once Justin was finished he found his mom, cleaning up the last of the stain made on the couch. “Oh hi baby. I'm finishing off here. If you don't mind would you head to my room to wait for me?”
Justin raised an eyebrow “Wait why am I waiting for you?”
“Well, that info booklet said that in order for you to safely sleep we have to make sure you're properly drained, so I figure we should head to bed a little early so we have time for that.
He blinked a few times. She clearly had an easier time than he did wrapping her mind around the reality of the situation. She was so nonchalant talking about how she needed to drain his balls several times before bed. Bed... he realized something. “Hold on are you wanting me to sleep in the same bed as you?”
She got done with her cleaning and looked at him. “Baby, as weird as it is I'm now literally your personal use slut whose job is to make you cum. Compared to that it isn't weird at all that you'd sleep with me. It's honestly just good manners. That being said obviously you can still sleep in your room if you want to, we just gotta make sure you're empty first.”
“No I'm fine with it. It's just- a lot changing at once. I'm still not used to it.”
Opal got up and hugged him “I know baby. And I'm sorry if it feels weird or even a bit scary. This is a strange thing you're going through. But I'm here, and we'll adjust to this together, ok?”
Even with her being, to use her own words; his “personal use slut” she was still his mother. She kissed his scratched knees when he'd fall down playing or make him soup when he had a cold and needed to stay home from school. She loved him and would help him with this just the same as she had with all those things in the past. “Thank you mom,” he said.
They embraced for a bit longer, with no sexual intent between them, before Opal broke the silence. “Welp, we talked long enough that I finished cleaning so I guess I can actually head to my room first. Wait outside the door until I call you in, I wanna get changed.”
He nodded and they both headed to her room. She entered first and called him in a short time after that. He was shocked at what he saw. She wore black, semi-translucent, lace lingerie. Her voluptuous tits were cupped beautifully by the bra, and her delectable nipples were visible through the fabric. Her lower parts were also able to be seen, but with his enough of her pussy hidden to be enticing. They had just had an earnest, heartfelt moment but seeing her in this switched his brain from son to male and he wanted nothing but to pin her down and make her his.
“Do you like it? I have quite a collection of this kinda stuff for my work. But I'm sure you've seen some of it. Now, lay on the bed.”
He did as instructed, guided as if by a leash by his own libido. He undressed fully and laid down in her bed. She crawled slowly and seductively across the bed over to him. His eyes were hypnotized by the slight sway of her hanging breasts. She placed a hand upon his member and he bucked into it. Just enough of his rational brain was working though to ask a question; “Wait. We just got cleaned up. Are we just gonna make a mess again?”
She slowly stroked him as she answered; “Well we don't have any condoms so unfortunately we can't catch your oversized loads in that, but luckily we have a different place we can put your cum.”
Before he could ask what she meant she lowered his lips onto his cockhead. Holy shit. She was going to give him a blowjob. He was going to get head from his mom! He twitched just at the thought.
She lowered her lips around his tip. The warmth and wetness beckoned him to go deeper, but he held back and let her go at her own pace. She wrapped her soft, muscular tongue around him as she lowered down.
She didn't tell him this, but oral was actually the kind of sex she was most out of practice with. She didn't like showing her face in her videos so she only rarely made content of her sucking her dildos. Thus she struggled a bit to fit her lips around her son's cock, and could barely take any in her mouth. This relative inexperience was however completely unnoticed by Justin. He was melting in the exquisite feel of her fellatio.
She cupped his balls as best she could with one hand, massaging them in hopes it will promote him to release more semen. His balls churned and felt warm against her hand with the great quantity of thick ball batter they now produced. With her other hand she wrapped her thumb and index finger in a ring to stroke the base of his shaft where she couldn't reach. Her saliva dripped down, providing ample lubricant for her to stroke him.
As she went she tried to take it deeper bit by bit. She couldn't get too deep without gagging or choking but she got just a tiny bit better every time. And the feel of her tight throat muscles against the tip of his cock was more than enough for her son.
It wasn't too long before Justin once more felt his orgasm approaching. He warned Opal and she held his tip against her tongue, lips tight against his shaft to avoid spills, and began pumping her full hand with plenty of speed.
The spit-lubed handjob and the feel of her tongue against his most sensitive area brought him over the edge. He started shooting his load into his mother's mouth. Opal was shocked by the sheer pressure of it. It was one thing to see it go off but another thing entirely to feel it as it goes off in your mouth.
Opal hadn't tasted cum in quite some time but she definitely remembered it usually not tasting as good as her son's did now. It was thick and rich and almost buttery, with a hint of sweetness. She wondered in the back of her brain if this was another symptom of his condition or if he had by coincidence found the secret to delicious jizz.
With this she was more than happy to swallow it down as it shot into her mouth. It was still a little difficult, trying to drink it as fast as it filled her mouth. But she was plenty motivated and gulped and gulped until his orgasm died down. She gave a few final sucks to get any leftover spunk left in his urethra.
Justin was panting. While they mostly avoided making a mess he did sweat quite a lot, but that was way less big of a deal and he'd probably do it less as he got used to it. Opal licked her lips and said “You were delicious. Let me know whenever you're ready to go again.”
“Again?” he asked like his brain had just been sucked out along with his cum.
“We gotta make you cum until you're all the way empty. If we don't you're probably going to wake up in the middle of the might in pain. Here. In case this helps you get ready faster.” As she said that last part she took his hand and placed it on her boob. He groped it as he regained his breath, and sure enough it did help his lower head recover fast to get a handful of mommy titflesh.
She went on to suck him off 3 more times that night. After that he felt confident that he couldn't cum again so she snuggled up against him and pulled the covers over them. The only thing she regretted was having a full dinner. Her son's seed that many times was a full meal in itself, and she felt bloated by the end. But she still loved doing it, since she loved both her son and his dick.
They slept with his arms around her in gentle embrace. Their life was forever different now. Their relationship was no longer what most people expected a mother and son to act like together. But to them, as awkward as it was, it worked. They were closer than ever, their feelings now with the combined love of both familial, sexual, and perhaps- even a bit romantic.