It was the night of the under the sea dance and I was very nervous. My mother had developed feelings for me, her own son from many years off into the future. I had to get her to meet my father. They had to fall in love. There was no other choice, as my very existence depended on it. As I sat there in the packard, my mother sitting beside be in her white dress, my hands were sweaty and still gripping the wheel as my mother softly spoke to me. "Marty." She whispered. She leaned over toward me in her seat. Sweat poured down my face and my dry mouth dropped open, immediately. I began breathing like a dog in the heat. What would I tell her? That I was her son? How would she react? Surely she wouldn't just believe it and back off. But before I could get a word out, I felt my mothers hand land on my thigh and slowly brushed up my pant leg. Cold sweats broke out and my hands loosened. I felt panicked, but reluctantly excited. What was happening? My mothers hand gently caressed my clothed genitalia and that's when I felt the electric tingling beneath my belt. It was wrong and immoral, but my body was ready. "I-" I began, struggling to word myself. "Shhhhh." My mother crooned, as she slowly undid my belt. "It's ok. Just relax." And so I did, my heart beating in my chest. I decided that we were alone, and nobody would know. I felt my mothers delicate fingernails brush and knead at the head of my penis. In an instant, my blood was flowing downward, and I could feel my member press against the fabric of my clothing. Time for the sparks to fly. I pulled down my underwear and pants and happily let them fall to the vehicle floor. My hands remained at my sides, frozen as though my mother had bound them with a spell to keep me still. I felt my mothers hand move up and down, stroke after stroke, her soft feminine touch sending waves of excitement through my erect shaft. She went slowly too, to enhance and enlongate the experience for me. I didn't want it to happen, but it needed to. I had never felt anything like this before. Pure bliss gently fondling my maleness. The peak was growing nearer and nearer by the minute, like a long dormant volcano ready to burst in all directions. I tried to resist the urge to moan out in orgasmic ecstasy, out of fear that I would be heard, but I couldn't help it. I moaned out like an animal. "Shhhh." My mom said. "You're almost here." She stroked a little bit harder, massaging the rim of my penis head before finally, I released, and a wet wave of warmth geysered out of my body. I had never ejaculated that much juice before. I didn't even care that it splattered all over the steering wheel and windshield and my suit pants. This was it. I felt so wonderfully dirty but reborn.
