Before I start this, I guess I should say that my mother looks like an almost exact Mila Kunis doppelganger. B32. Brown hair. Brown eyes. 5’4. 110 lbs.
Basically, one night me and my mother were in the car, and she starts talking about this thing that she found on Facebook about how sperm is supposed to help fight the Coronavirus. I told her that it seemed crazy and she just looked disheartened and said, “I guess your probably right.”
The next day, I come home from a walk, and find her sitting on my bed. “Do you need something?” I asked. She then asked me how often I masturbate. I was hesitant at first, but I eventually told her that I sometimes do it 3 times a day.
I asked her why and she said that she was thinking about trying that new sperm trend. She explained that she was reading and that sperm actaully has a lot of health effects that actually do protect against the ‘virus. “So you want my sperm?!” “Yes, please. It shouldn’t hurt. All I would need you to do is instead of ejaculating into some tissues, you would need to do it into this small cup that I’ll give you.” “I don’t know. I guess if that’s all, then I might be able to do it.” “But that’s not all.” She said. “What else is there?!” “The effects from the sperm deteriorate after just 10 seconds from being exposed to air. Sooooo, I would actually need to sit next to you while you do it.” “That sounds like WAY too much.” I complained. “Please. I would really love if you would do this for me. You could just pretend that I’m not there, and the quickly hand me the cup.”
“Fine.” I said while smirking, knowing that I could get this to go my way. “But I want to change some things up.” “What do you want to change?” She asked. “If you’re already going to be sitting right next to me, why don’t you just get it straight from the tap.” “What do you mean?” “I mean, why don’t you just give me a blowjob yourself.” “That would be wrong! I’m your mother.” “It would be more wrong that drinking my semen? You’re the one who wants it. Why should I have to work for it? The way I see it, you could get your thing and I could get mine.” “If this is the only way that you’ll agree to this, then fine. But I don’t want any talking during the act, and I want the lights to stay off the entire time. Okay? Tonight, when you go to bed, just get pull your pants off, and I’ll come I here when I’m ready.” “Sounds great!” I said.
She left my room and I felt extremely exited. I couldn’t wait the next few hours, but I knew I had to.
To be continued…