Wedding

A little over two years ago you set me and one of your close friend's daughter up on a blind date. You thought we would get along since we had a lot in common, and you were absolutely right. She and I started dating and fell head over heels in love with each other. And I owed it to you, my amazing mother. I don’t know if I would tel you this, but I truly owe it all to you and cannot thank you enough for helping me meet the woman of my dreams.

Of course you already considered my fiancé family and told her to call you if she needed help with anything with the wedding planning. A couple of weeks before the wedding she calls you a bit stressed and frantic, she was worried I was having second thoughts or getting cold feet. I seemed stressed, distant, not my usual self, so she asked if you could head over to our place and see if anything was up. When I pull up into my driveway, I see your car parked against the curb. And as I walk up I see you sitting by the front door waiting for me. I look at you a bit curiously “Hey there mom, what are you doing here?”

Dating App

You and dad had divorced a little over 4 years ago. Your friends have been telling you for the last. years that you need to start dating again that you are a gorgeous woman and should find a guy who appreciates that. But you never really felt that way and felt you had to focus on raising me as a single mother. Well now that I am older you start to realize that I will be moving out and starting my own life. Of course that brings some sadness, but mostly happiness to see the son you raised becoming his own man. However, the biggest thing you notice is that you will have that loss of companionship, which is why you decide to finally listen to your friends and download a dating app.

After you download the app you quickly realize you are in over your head a little bit with this technology. The profile, the pictures, the private information it wants, you were not sure what to include or not include. Of course you didn't want to come off as desperate or compromise who you were by posting nudes. That is when you enlist your son to help you set up everything for your dating profile. While helping you out, I suggest that you take some updated pictures for your profile, especially since you have been hitting the gym lately and look really good. What you don’t know, is that I already created an account and matched us on the app. Of course I don't show my face, just my strong chest and arm, I am going to try to seduce my own mother.

Son's BIG Problem

You had finally gotten tired of hearing your son jerking off, you told me that there would be no more jerking off in the house. I tried to explain to you that I get extreme blue balls when I don’t cum at least once a day, but you didn’t care. Hell you didn’t believe me at all, that’s what all guys say, blue balls don’t exist.

For a week or so, you didn’t catch me or hear me jerk off, you were happy I was listening. But then you heard the agonizing groan coming from my room. When you came in, I was practically in tears due to the pain in my balls. You rushed me over to the hospital where the doctor gave you some rather shocking news. I was diagnosed with hypergonadism, meaning my balls are constantly producing cum. Which meant, I need to cum at least once a day or I could be in pain like I am right now.

The doctor goes on to explain that there are some pills that will work, but could cause infertility or impotency, again recommending I just cum once a day. She then walks over and grabs a syringe with a rather large and long needle. My eyes widen as I freak out when she says she is going to stick that needle in my balls to aspirate the cum built up, that it’s the only way since they hurt me too much to stroke. I look at you with pleading eyes, begging you to stop the doctor, begging you to find a way to drain me without using the needle.

(For this idea I was hoping to do a long term scene that starts with a slow, loving, motherly handjob to ease my pain. Now you can be disgusted after and hope it never happens again, or it could be something that wasn’t so bad and you enjoy giving your son some relief to the pain. Either way, it doesn’t stop at handjobs, it continues to escalate until I am cumming all over you or inside you at least once a day. We can even have you be a bit shameful of needing to jerk me off and not wanting to look me in the eyes when you do it, and either do a gloryhole type of thing at the house, or we can do a milking table to give me that release. Of course with the hypergonadism, your son produces a very impressive cumshot as well.)

Ex Porn Star Mom

Like the rest of the world, I have been stuck at home with my mother. It has been just the two of us since my father left when I was younger, and honestly, I didn't miss him at all. You and I have always had a close and open relationship, able to communicate about anything and having wonderful conversations together. But one thing I never knew, was that you had done about 10 different porn movies when you were 18 before you met my dad and before you had me.

Since I have been locked inside and had nothing to do, I have started to spend more time on porn hub, looking at different movies and finding new porn stars I absolutely adore. Until finally I come across this one actress, she was stunning, perfect, and the way she gave head it was like a work of art. She quickly became my favorite and was the only woman I would jerk off to.

One day you were in my room to put clothes away, when you looked at my laptop screen and saw pornhub on. Of course you understood, guys and their hormones, but then you saw what I was watching, it was a video of you when you were 18. You suddenly realize that your own son had been jerking off to you. Do I know its you? Or have I not put two and two together yet?

So for this idea I was hoping to have a fun mother son moment where either I find out you are the porn star of my dreams by noticing the same tattoo you have is the one my porn star crush has. Or you start to get weirded out that I am jerking off to you, and decide to break the bad news to me that my new crush is actually my mother.

Date Night

Today is your birthday and I have not given you a call or text to wish you a happy birthday. At first you think it is strange because normally I am one of the first to wish you a happy birthday, but you figure I am just busy with school or football practice. You come home after work wondering if I had forgotten your birthday, when you see a beautiful bouquet of flowers on the table with a birthday card that says "Happy Birthday to the most amazing and wonderful mother ever. Thank you for being you. Love Max…. PS be ready to head to dinner at 6 tonight I am taking you out for your birthday"

Massage Therapist

Unfortunately during the football season I injured my knee during pretty badly. But what came from it was a new passion that would shape my career, I wanted to be a doctor of sports medicine. The sports therapist I had was amazing, helping me regain the strength in my knee and being a mentor to me becoming a doctor of sports medicine. There were several classes I would have to master on my way towards that goal, one of which was massage therapy.

You had been absolutely amazing with helping me look at colleges that specialized in sports medicine, even helping pay for a few of my classes. I owed a lot to you and I tried to repay you anyway that I possibly could. So when I saw you walk into the living room rubbing the back of your neck after a long day at work, I knew I needed to put my newfound skills to work. Walking behind the couch placing my strong hands on your shoulders I begin yo rub them gently. Letting my thumbs move along the base of your neck and work up along the spine gently as I rubbed. “Just relax mom and let me help get rid of the stress alright? If you want you can tell me about your day while I work on getting your muscles to fully relax.”

Tanning

After I graduated and went off to college I started to realize just how amazing of a mother I had. You spent most of your free time taking me to baseball practice, to my games, even cheering me up when I had a bad game. I never really thanked you for putting your life on hold to raise me. That’s when I decided I would come home during Labor Day weekend and surprise you, thank you for being an amazing mom.

Pulling into the driveway I could hear your music playing in the backyard, a smile formed on my face as I knew you were either gardening or laying out in the sun. I walked into the house and set my bag down inside the door and made my way to the backyard. Opening up the French doors and making my way outback, excited to see my beautiful mom once again.

Mistake Identity

After a long and messy divorce with dad a your sister talks you into getting out there and start dating again. After explaining to her that you are not ready, she suggests you at least get laid, commenting how long has it been. She then undoes your top taking a picture of you in your bra, and after some banter she convinces you to show more. The next picture is of your breasts exposed, and even though you should say no, since she isn't taking pictures of your face you feel a bit liberated. Next she has you hike up your skirt to snap a picture of you in your new panties, and finally she has you slip the panties down, exposing your beautiful pussy and breasts. She then sends the pictures off to a number she assumes is a guy from her office that she thinks would be a good hook up for you. The only problem is she sends it to your son.

Swinger's Party

A friend of yours calls you up and tells you to get ready for a masquerade party being thrown at a mansion. She informs you that this party only happens ever 3 months and that she was able to snag an invite for both you and her. Before you can give some excuse on why you can’t come, she pulls the ‘you owe me’ card to guilt you into agreeing.

After getting ready and putting on your masquerade mask, you show up to the mansion with your best friend. The place was stunning, there were servers with drinks, open bar, wonderful music, and of course stunning men. However, one thing seemed to stand out to you, all the men were younger, while all the women appeared to be around your age.

Before you could really question it, the host comes out and speaks “Ladies and Gentlemen I thank you for coming tonight. As always, you are welcome to enjoy great food, premium booze and great company. However, I know what most of you are here for.” Snapping his fingers a bowl begins to get passed around to the women, and one by one they slip their panties off and toss them in the bowl. “Remember the rules, place your panties in ladies, and men, take only one pair. If you refuse to follow these rules you will be kicked out and banned from ever returning.” That is when you realize, your friend brought you to a swinger’s party.

(For this idea you would be paired up with your son or nephew, or if you prefer non incest could be son in law, or even your best friend’s son, the same friend who brought you to the party. When you find out who the identity of the male you are paired up with is up to you, remember we are both wearing a mask)

Resort

After the divorce, you raised me as a single mother for the last 6 years, paying for everything I could ever need, and being at every single one of my football games, cheering your ass off, louder then the cheerleaders even. I knew I always wanted to do something special for you, so when I finally got a job, I started to save money with every pay check, putting it towards a vacation fund.

I was finally able to afford it after finding a groupon for a couples trip. Sure it might be weird booking a couples trip with my mom, but this was the only way I could afford the trip, it’s not like we are staying in the honeymoon suite. Today, when you came home from work, I sat in my room playing a video game, something I tend to do when I don't have work. After tossing your keys on the counter, you noticed a card sitting there. When you opened the card up, it simply read "Pack your Bikinis" and there were two tickets to Bora Bora.