“Oh, of course I do, mom.” Paul pulled her tightly against him, and without really meaning to, began to grind his hard cock into her stomach. His mom’s body was so warm and soft, and it felt so good against him. He could smell her perfume, the same one she always had on, so seductive and sweet.
“You’ve gotten so big and strong, Paul,” whispered Laurie. “You’re a man now, all grown up.”
“You’re still my mom,” said Paul. “You’ll always be my mom.”
He rubbed up against her more brazenly, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was essentially dry humping her. His mom’s gown had slid up her body slightly, and his cock was right on the verge of poking out through his boxers and pushing into dangerous, uncharted territory.
Laurie took his cheek into her hand, and turned Paul’s face until they were looking into each other’s eyes. She leaned in and kissed him again like she had the night before, directly on the lips. Paul responded with passion, pushing his tongue into her mouth and thrusting his hard cock against her. It felt like they in the midst of something dangerous, with the thin layer of clothes in between them serving as the only thing keeping them from taking it further.
“Kissing you like this…it’s another Milonics thing.” Laurie smiled at him and blushed a little as she spoke. “Bea managed to convince me to give it a try. It’s nice, isn’t it?”
Paul nodded, and let his cock brush against his mom’s inner thigh. She felt unbelievably good, and though he was ashamed beyond words to admit it, he wanted to feel more of her.
“I don’t think we need to take it further than that,” said his mom. “Some of the other ideas and assumptions that Bea and her movement operate on…well, let’s just say that I think they’d throw a monkey wrench into our relationship. I think we’re both satisfied with how things are now…don’t you?”
Paul nodded, and felt a massive wave of disappointment crash over him as his mom broke from the hug and stepped back. She looked so amazingly sexy and attractive to him at that moment, though it made him feel guilty to openly notice.
“I’m going to work on breakfast downstairs,” said Laurie. “The rest of the Milonics group will be by in about an hour. You can join us, if you want. It’s up to you.”
Paul nodded, and tried not to stare at his mom’s perfect butt as she walked out of the room. The second the door closed behind her, he was in his computer chair, quickly clicking up his internet browser and typing in the web address of his favorite porn site.
His cock was out of his boxers in less than a second, and he ran his hand up and down it with the horny eagerness that only a teenage boy can muster. It felt so good, but there was something that took center stage in his mind over the porn, something that made him feel incredibly guilty.
Paul was trying his best not to think about how amazingly sexy his mom had looked in her nightgown. She was hotter than any of the women on the porn site, and so close, and so real. His cock throbbed, and he began to pump it faster, giving into the temptation and letting his thoughts drift into shamefully forbidden territory.
“Paul, do you need me to grab your…” The door suddenly opened again and Laurie stood in place of it, her mouth agape as she stared at her son stroking his big, hard cock. “…Dirty laundry?”
“Jesus, mom!” Paul cried out, but his hand continued its up and down motion, as if it had a mind of its own. Seeing her right there in front of him, with her gorgeous boobs pushing against the almost see through fabric of the night gown was too much for him.
His cock erupted like a geyser, spraying cum out wildly, right into the direction he was facing, towards his mom. The first spurt went far enough to land across her bare foot, and Paul saw a horrified look come over her face as she watched an embarrassing situation become something almost impossible to excuse.
The pleasure that overtook his body was immense, far beyond any orgasm he had ever experienced before. Paul locked eyes with his mom as his cock continued to cum, the two of them sharing the moment, sharing his orgasm, tied together in a strange rapport, mother and son.
“Paul…” Laurie looked as though she was torn between stepping forward and reassuring him, and rushing out of the room. She opened her mouth to say something else, stopped, and then finally made a decision. Paul’s mom stepped out into the hallway and slammed the door closed behind her, leaving him sitting in his computer chair, covered in his own seed and buried in his own shame.
“Fuck…” muttered Paul. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He didn’t know what to do next. Part of him wanted to go and find his mom and make it all okay, but the words and justifications just would not come to him. He had done something more terrible and disgusting than ever before, and his mom had been right there, enduring the brunt of it with him.
In the end, Paul stayed in his room. He changed into new clothes, and climbed back into bed, covering his head with sheets and blankets and trying to forget about the situation waiting for him downstairs. He focused on his breathing, and did his best to fall back to sleep.
It was later on in the day, at least an hour later, when Paul heard a soft knock at the door. He’d been asleep, but just barely, and it only took a second for the memory of what had happened to come back into his awareness.
“Paul, it’s Bea. I’d like you to come downstairs for the Milonics meeting.”
Paul sat up in his bed and looked at the door.
“I…I’m not really feeling that well,” he said. “I think I’ll just stay in here for-“
“Your mom told me everything, Paul,” said Bea. “The incident that happened this morning, it’s exactly the type of thing that Milonics works to deal with and understand. You needn’t be ashamed, Paul. You’re only human.”
In an instant, it was as though all of the confusion and embarrassment that he had felt before was back, only multiplied. His mom had told this strange, beautiful woman about what she’d seen. She’d told her all about what a pervert he was. Now, on top of having to explain himself to the one woman he loved and respected above all else, he’d have to set things right with somebody he’d just met.
“Paul, are you listening?” asked Bea. “Just come downstairs. We’re all here for you.”
“…Okay.” Paul slowly climbed out of bed, feeling confused, nervous, ashamed, and a dozen other emotions all at once. It was mentally exhausting, almost as though his brain was overloading itself, but he knew that the sooner he faced it head on, the better off he would be.
He slowly walked over to the door and opened it. Bea was standing on the other side, wearing a flowery, open blouse that showed off her boobs and a tight skirt that only barely went down below her butt. She reached her hand forward and gently took his hand into hers, smiling and letting the strange earrings she had on jingle as they moved with her head.
“Come on,” she said softly. “Everyone is waiting.”
They made their way downstairs, and Paul saw exactly what she meant when she said everyone. There were at least nine or ten other women in the house, a few of them who he recognized as members of the community and the mothers of his friends.
“Hey Paul,” said Stacy, the mom of Tony, one of his close friends. “It’s good to have you with us today.”
Paul looked over at his mom. She was blushing bright red, and wouldn’t meet his gaze at first. All of the women in the group had knowing expressions on their faces, and he suddenly felt angry towards Laurie for telling Bea about what had happened.
“Why, mom? Why did you have to share it with everyone?” Paul’s voice had a tremor of emotion in it as he spoke. “Was it not enough for me to be more embarrassed and ashamed than I’d ever been? Are you trying to ruin my life?”
Laurie looked hurt by her son’s words. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Bea cut in.
“I made her tell me, Paul,” she said. “I can tell when something is off just by sensing the mood of my followers. And I’m glad that she told me, but I’m also glad that this h
appened. I want to turn your experience into a lesson for us all.”
Paul looked around the room. All of the women, including his mom, were hanging on Bea’s every word. She led him over to the couch and sat him down on it, pushing her cleavage into her face and smiling at him as she did.
“Paul, Milonics is all about achieving a better sense self-awareness and understanding.” Bea spoke slowly, almost as though she was emphasizing every syllable. “Part of doing that involves examining or desires and urges, and seeing them for what they really are.”
Paul scratched his head.
“I’m not really sure if I understand,” he said.
Bea stepped in closer to him, and lowered herself down until she was straddling his lap. Paul looked over at his mom, whose face was still bright red, and then felt Bea cup his cheek in her hand and turn his gaze back to her.
“Through meditation, through acceptance, and through truly experiencing the pleasures that we fear and use to shame ourselves, we find freedom, Paul.” Bea brought her face in very close to his, and for a moment, Paul thought she was going to kiss him.
He felt his cock hardening underneath the attractive woman, and her breath hot against his neck.
“Do you want us to help guide you through this process, Paul?” asked Bea.
“Hold on, just a second!” Laurie had stood up on the other side of the room, and looked exasperated. “I…I’m not so sure this is a good idea. We’re talking about my son, here…it might be a little-“
“Laurie, you are the one who saw firsthand just how badly Paul needs our help,” said Bea. “Today, we’ll just be starting with the most basic of exercises. Surely you won’t object to that?”
Paul watched as his mom opened her mouth, as though to say something else, and then slowly sat back down. She had a worried look on her face, full of motherly concerns and love.
“Okay, I guess,” she finally whispered. “I just…think that we should take things slow.”
“Of course, Laurie,” said Bea. “You should go for a walk. Clear your head. For the first exercise, it’s best to not have the closest family members around.”
Laurie nodded, and then stood up and walked over to the entranceway. The room was silent as she put on her shoes and slowly opened the door. She turned back to Paul and smiled at him one last time.
“I love you, sweetie,” she said. “Don’t worry, this is going to help you.”
“I know, mom. I love you to.”
Laurie left, and Paul turned back towards Bea. She slipped off him and stood, all of the eyes of the women in the room fixated on her.
“Well,” she said. “Let’s get started.”
CHAPTER 3
“Paul, to begin, we need you to be in an open, accessible state,” said Bea. “We are going to be touching and massaging your body. It’s going to be very gentle, but for us to do it effectively, we need you to take off your shirt and pants.”
Paul felt his heart beating faster in his chest. He was nervous, and wondered why Bea had requested that his mom leave for his exercise. Having her there would have gone a long way to relaxing him.
“Okay,” he said, after a moment. He began taking his shirt off, and then his pants, wondering just how it was that he’d ended up becoming a participant in the strange Milonics exercise.
“You can leave your boxers on, young man,” said Bea. The women in the room giggled, and Paul felt his cheeks heat up.
“Alright.” He finished undressing, and then sat back down on the couch, feeling cold and exposed.
“Now Paul, we know this is going to be embarrassing, but we need to talk to you about the urges and cravings of your body.” Bea kneeled down, so she was at his height on the couch, and looked directly into his eyes. “When you were masturbating earlier today, what were you thinking about?”
Paul felt like he was going to die of embarrassment. He looked around the room, as though trying to formulate an escape plan. The faces of the women were all staring back at him, and the number of them that he recognized from around town only made him feel even worse.
“Uh…what?” asked Paul. “I can’t, that’s not really something that I…talk about.”
Bea looked over towards a woman that Paul recognized, Stacy. She was one of the more attractive mothers in the neighborhood, and had always been open to Paul hanging out with her son. Bea gestured to her, and she came over and crouched next to him.
“Paul, I went through this very same line of questioning,” said Stacy. “We all did. And let me tell you, it was tough. But if you can be honest about it, and open, you will find that it only leads to positive places.”
Stacy put one of her hands down on Paul’s thigh, sending a hot, exciting sensation across his body. He began to worry that he might get a hard on, and decided to just answer the questions and move things forward as quickly as he could.
“I was, uh…I was watching porn,” said Paul. “I was thinking about naked women, and sex, I guess.”
“Paul, your mom told me about the hug the two of you shared before that,” said Bea. “She told me about how she felt your erection against her, and how you rubbed yourself on her during the embrace.”
Paul squirmed in his seat. His cock began to harden as he remembered the incident, growing to the point where it would soon be impossible to hide from the prying eyes of Bea and the women.
“Well, I woke up like that,” said Paul. “And then mom came in, and I hugged her, and it just kind of…happened.”
“Paul, things like that don’t just happen,” said Bea. “Tell me…have you ever looked at your mom before? As a woman?”
Paul felt his cock stiffening. He wanted nothing more than to be out of the living room at that moment, but the women around him were drawing in closer. Stacy was rubbing her hand further up his thigh, and another woman joined in with her hand on his other leg.
“Uh, what?” asked Paul. “No, of course not!”
“Paul, Milonics is a movement that has its foundation, its roots, in true self-awareness and understanding. If you don’t allow yourself to acknowledge and take responsibility for your thoughts, even the ones that shame you, then you can never be free of them.”
Paul was shaking his head back and forth. He couldn’t do it. The situation was too weird, and his emotions were all over the place. He stared at Bea’s chest, her big boobs pushing out and teasing him with their seductive beauty, and true to what she had been suggesting, thoughts of his own mother began to seep into his mind.
“Alright, let’s try something else.” Bea nodded to Stacy, and the hand on Paul’s thigh began to slip in closer to his hard member.
“Hey Paul,” said Stacy. “I know this must be weird enough for you, with me being Tony’s mom, but I want to help you.”
She let her fingers graze across Paul’s cock, and he let out a soft moan. She took his erection out of his boxers, and slowly began to stroke it, sending intense waves of pleasure through Paul’s body.
“What…what are you…?” Paul was breathing heavy, in disbelief of what was happening.
“You have to give in to fully reach a state of mindfulness, Paul,” said Stacy. “I know it’s scary, but just accept it.”
She was pumping his cock up and down faster now. Paul was confused. It felt like she was giving him a hand job, and an amazing one, at that, but his mind wouldn’t let him believe it, not in the context of the Milonics exercise.
“Paul I want you to give in, and find your release,” whispered Stacy. “Don’t think about how wrong what I’m doing is. Don’t think about me, not as Tony’s mom, or as some MILF or cougar that you and your friends dream about. Just give into the pleasure.”
“Oh god,” moaned Paul. “How is this happening?”
Stacy licked her lips, and then leaned her mouth forward and began to suck on the tip of Paul’s penis. It was an amazing sensation, and Paul’s hips bucked into the air wildly, desperate to feel more of the warm, wet inner confines of his friend’s mom’s m
outh.
“Yes, just like that, Paul.” Bea leaned forward and pushed her breasts into his face. “This is all for you, Paul. We want to free you from yourself.”
The other women in the room began to run their hands across Paul’s body. It felt like something out of a dream, as though he had fallen into his own harem, full of beautiful older women who were willing to do anything to please him.
“Oh god!” Paul felt Stacy’s mouth sucking him off hard, and a strange guilt descended on him. “Stacy…I’m about to…”
“Do it, Paul,” whispered Bea.
Stacy pulled her mouth off his cock right as it began to explode. He watched as the tip of his member shot out white hot strands of cum all over the gentle, caring face of the mother of one of his closest friends. He felt conflicted, but pleasure fogged over his mind and kept him from being able to do anything about it.
“It’s okay, Paul,” said Bea. “It’s okay. There is nothing to be ashamed about with what just happened.”
Stacy was licking Paul’s cum off her lips, and watching her almost gave him a second wind of horniness. It was the first time that Paul had ever cum at the hands of another person, and the strange circumstances surrounding it were almost too much for him to handle. Several of the women were running their hands across his chest and through his hair, as though they were trying to help him process it all.
“I don’t know what to say.” Paul looked at Bea, and felt like he was waiting for her to guide him forward.
“You don’t have to say anything, Paul,” said Bea. The door opened behind her, and before he had a chance to cover up, his mother had stepped in through it.
“Mom!” Paul jumped up from the couch and struggled to tuck his cock back into his boxers. Laurie saw the state he was in, blushed bright red, and then turned away.
“Oh…did it go well?” Laurie sounded fearful, and just as conflicted as Paul felt. “The exercise, I mean.”
“Yes, it went very well,” said Bea. “He is still very much ruled by his social conditioning and insecurities. It will be a while before he has reached a state of true understanding. But then again, the same goes for you, my dear.”
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