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Exam Tension
by J.E.Ashbourne (jennifereliseashbourne@yahoo.co.uk)

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A mother helps her son relieve his exam tensions and 
this has a knock on effect with her deeply hidden 
sensuality. (F/m-teen, ped, inc, mat, oral)

***

My son has always suffered from high tension around exam 
time. It really upsets me to see him so wound up. He 
puts in so much time and effort into his work that I 
can't help feeling like he's missing his own teen years. 
The morning before his GSCE English exam was the final 
straw. He was sitting in the car next to me as I drove 
him to school and he was visibly shaking. I couldn't 
stand it anymore. I pulled over to the side of the road 
and switched the engine off.

He looked at me with faint panic in his eyes. "Mum?" He 
pleaded, not knowing what was going on.

"It upsets me so much to see you like this, Mark."

He looked at me for a second before he burst into tears. 
I held him close as he sobbed. After about a minute I 
rested my hand on his leg as he continued to whimper on 
my shoulder. 

It was only then did I realise that my hand was on the 
inside of his thigh and as I Iooked down to where my 
hand was I saw the unmistakable outline of a growing 
erection in his trousers. The strange thing was I wasn't 
especially shocked. He's sixteen and it's kind of to be 
expected. Any touch of a female can set off a teenage 
boy's erection. In fact, I was slightly flattered that 
he was getting an erection over me, his own Mum.

I didn't say anything, but I just let my hand slip a 
little way up his thigh so my index finger was brushing 
his hardening young male muscle. I let my finger gently 
brush his member, just the one finger gently outlining 
his shape through his trousers. He didn't say anything, 
but I noticed his whimpering slowed to a standstill and 
stopped.

"You need to relieve all that pent up tension, Mark." I 
said as I traced around his now straining rod. It so 
wanted to get out of his trousers. "Maybe you should 
masturbate," I said calmly.

"Mum!" He blurted and sat up.

"Well, it's only natural, especially for a boy your age, 
and it relieves tension. Releases endorphins into the 
brain and makes you feel relaxed afterwards."

"I can't," he said defensively.

"Yes, you can. I've seen you masturbating while watching 
porn on your laptop. You didn't even know I was there. 
Looks like you had a pretty good grip on things too." I 
smiled disarmingly at him.

"Oh Fuck!" he said before he realised I was still there. 
He never normally swears in front of me.

"I mean, I can't..."

"In front of me?" I asked plaintively.

He nodded dumbly.

"I understand," I said. "But you need to relieve 
tension, and if you won't do it then I'll have to."

He looked at me with an expression of shock and nervous 
excitement. "You?" he said.

I just smiled at him. I didn't say anything, but I undid 
the button on his trousers and pulled the zip all the 
way down. Now I could see his straining muscle flexing 
inside his shorts. I opened the button on his shorts and 
his hot muscle insisted itself into my hand. I held him 
lightly, not wanting to spook him too much. Then I 
gently traced up his shaft, my fingertips dancing over 
his soft warm skin. 

His eyes were like saucers as he watched his own mother 
let her gentle fingertips outline every contour of his 
throbbing young cock. It felt incredible, and even 
though I knew I was doing this for his own good I 
couldn't help a small pang of conscience as I began to 
stroke his length up and down. It was amazing, though! 
Despite my motherly intentions I began to notice my own 
arousal had been piqued and I felt that familiar feeling 
of dampness in my own silk knickers.

I looked into Mark's eyes as he looked at me and I 
slowly started to wank him. I've never seen a look like 
it, ever. It was sexual excitement, faint horror and a 
complete incomprehension as to what social convention he 
could use the rules from to apply to this situation. Of 
course, there is no social convention that applies to a 
concerned mother masturbating her son in a car by the 
roadside on the way to a school exam.

Slowly, I could sense him relaxing into it. But he was 
still nervous about it too; worried someone he knew 
would see us in the car and come over to speak. But I 
had parked on a section of the road where the pavement 
was only on the other side of the road, and although 
there were some kids wandering that way it was too early 
for the usual crowds of rowdy teenagers.

"Does that feel good?" I said to him in a motherly way.

"Um, yes, Mum. It feels great. But..."

"But it's not going to make you come, is that it?" I 
said.

He looked at me and nodded nervously.

"Okay. I understand. I've never been too great at hand 
jobs." His expression was priceless as he processed that 
information, his own Mum giving hand jobs to men or boys 
when she was younger. 

I looked around to see if the coast was clear, then 
leaned over and kissed the weeping head of his beautiful 
teenage cock. I let my tongue come out and taste his 
pre-cum as it gathered in the eye of the storm. Then I 
let the tip of my tongue probe just a little into the 
oozing eye, going ever so slightly inside its tip. I 
glanced up to see him looking down at me with that fear 
and excitement I was now starting to enjoy in his face.

I continued to look into his strong angelic face as I 
flicked my tongue around and around his cockhead, 
teasing his glans as I found that sensitive spot on the 
rim of his soft helmet. He jerked involuntarily, his 
cockhead hitting the inside corner of my lips. I held 
him in place as I kissed his head again, but this time I 
let my lips open and envelope his man-head. I flicked my 
tongue around it, over and over. I was on it now. 

I used my soft lips and soft wet tongue to tease and 
excite. I knew that at sixteen this wouldn't last long, 
so I slowly engulfed his whole big throbbing teenage 
cock. I almost swallowed it! Up and down I went, pumping 
it with my womanly touch as I sloshed it around my wet 
willing mouth. I could feel it bulging on my tongue and 
it made my nipples harden like bullets. 

I suddenly realized what I was doing. I was sucking off 
my own son in broad daylight on the school run. But it 
was too late. I was doing it. I looked up at him. His 
eyes were now closed and he was breathing heavily. I was 
pumping him faster now, my head bobbing up and down, 
enveloping him in my warm wet mouth. 

"Oh, Mum!" He gasped as I felt him jerking up into my 
mouth, his soft hard cockhead dipping into my throat. I 
gagged, but when I tried pulling my head up my son's 
hand was holding it there. I managed to rise up a little 
to stop him choking my throat and I breathed through my 
nose as I really went to town on his throbbing young 
meat.

As I paid special attention to his glans I felt him 
bulging, growing on my tongue, and then, suddenly he was 
shooting thick ropes of hot cum onto my tongue. I made a 
split second decision, knowing there was no way to clean 
up, I swallowed my son's cum right down my throat. One, 
two, three, four spurts, and then bulging throbs on my 
tongue, dribbling the remainder of his pearl jam onto my 
tongue and down my slender throat.

I waited until I had sucked all the cum out of him, then 
I sat up, wiping my lips. I took a tissue from my bag 
and wiped him dry. It didn't really help him to go down, 
but he stuffed his cock back into his trousers. He 
didn't say anything. I didn't say anything. I put my 
seatbelt back on and grabbed hold of the wheel with both 
hands. We both just sat there staring forward through 
the windscreen.

I glanced at him, then back at the road.

"Better fix your tie," I said.

He straightened his tie, and I started the engine.

"Do you feel better, more relaxed, now?" I said.

"Yes. Thanks, Mum," he said, and I had that motherly 
pang of little-boy-grown-big. 

"Let's get you to school," I said, and I smiled at him, 
and he smiled back. I put the car into gear and off we 
went.

I dropped Mark off at the school gates. He gave me the 
best smile as he turned and walked away. I watched him 
walk, and for the first time I saw what the girls saw. I 
saw his tight butt and his square shoulders. And I was 
suddenly aware of how turned on I still was.

As I drove away I could feel, not just the dampness in 
my Frenchies, but that I was adding warm wetness from 
deep within. My head did the workings out in the 
quickest way possible. Martin, Mark's father, was now in 
work. But it would be a good ten minutes before I got 
back home to satisfy myself.

As I neared the place I had pulled over before I had a 
sudden urge. I did a complete U-turn and drifted into 
the exact same spot I had parked earlier and I sat there 
with the engine off. I looked at the empty seat next to 
me and the vision of my son was etched into my brain. I 
remembered his hard young cock standing proud for me, 
and the expression of sexual bliss in his eyes as I 
relieved him of all that tension by draining his young 
balls of his thick young virile cum.

I knew I was moistening up down below. I looked around 
me. Was there anyone close? What reason could I have for 
stopping here? How was I so brazen earlier? It was only 
now that I thought about what I was wearing – a long 
pale strappy floral dress with strappy shoes with a 
kitten heel. I realised that leaning over earlier I was 
likely giving my son an eyeful as I never wear a bra 
with this dress.

This just made me worse. I was just oozing now into my 
underwear. It felt so wrong for me to be even 
contemplating what I was contemplating, but in the end I 
couldn't resist. I pulled my dress up to my lap and let 
my fingers dive into my silk French knickers which were 
stuck to my soaking folds. My pussy was leaking like an 
old washing machine. I delved deep and felt up my slick 
groove and right up to my aching bud. I jolted slightly 
as I teased it from its hiding place. Oh God, this was 
good!

I circled around and around it making it grow and throb 
like a pulsing heartbeat ready to explode! I tried to 
strum my fingers over it, but the Frenchies were too 
restrictive. I eagerly dragged them around my backside, 
down my thighs and let them drop to my ankles as my 
knees parted as wide as they would go. 

Using my own slick juice I coated my clit and started 
that familiar motion I had discovered when I was twelve. 
All these years later I was still doing the same thing, 
in private, and now in public. I was still scanning the 
road to check no one was close to coming – except me!

Just then I saw the worst sight I could possibly see. I 
my rear view mirror I saw a police car turn into the 
road a hundred yards back. Oh God, No! I had to come! I 
went into overdrive, blurring my poor beany with my 
slicked up fingertips. The feeling was incredible! I 
felt it deep inside me, a taut pleasure of ecstasy 
bleeding from my womb, through my hot wet vagina, and 
emanating through my vulva to my fiery hot clit.

In the rear view mirror I could see the police car 
nearing where I was parked. I was so very nearly there, 
I bit my lip and went for broke. I could hear my wetness 
as I strummed like lightening across my bud. It was so 
pleasurable now it was close to pain. But the cop car 
had indicated in and his lights went on – Oh Jesus! I 
couldn't stop!

I held onto the wheel and blended myself to the pinnacle 
of pleasure. He was out of his car and walking toward 
me. He'd be here any second, and he'd see me. Just then 
I felt an almighty surge rush through my body, a burning 
tingling went from deep inside all over the surface of 
my skin, singeing my nipples and travelling up to the 
hair on my head, electrifying me. 

A feeling of ecstasy washed through me and I felt that 
intense peeing feeling below, like you you've drunk a 
whole bottle of wine and you've been holding it for 
hours! But now it le got, really let go, and I was 
gushing onto the seat as my whole body gave a shudder. I 
threw my skirt down over my legs and turned to the 
policeman about to knock my window. 

Knock! Knock! – I pressed the button and the window 
electrically eased down.

"Excuse me, Madam. Is everything okay?" Said a polite 
young policeman I guessed not much older than my son.

"Yes, I'm fine," I said; a little flustered. I was aware 
of sweating, and now the unmistakable aroma of pussy 
which had filled the car was wafting out through the 
open window toward him. 

"You seem a bit... upset?" He said.

"I just took my son to his first GCSE exam. He's growing 
up too..." I smiled a silly smile at him. I still had my 
knickers around my ankles and I prayed he couldn't see.

"I see. So everything is alright, then?"

"Yes. Thank you," I said, in a very English way.

"I'll leave you to it, then, Madam. You have a good 
day." He smiled.

"Thank you. I will," I said. I relaxed finally as he 
walked away. But then I heard him stop, turn, and walk 
back to my still open window. 

"Yes, Officer?" I said politely.

"Erm, I couldn't help noticing, you might want to pull 
your knickers up before you try driving. Could be very 
dangerous otherwise." He smiled.

"Thank you, I will," I said, and I blushed beetroot red.

"You have a nice day now." He smiled, winked and walked 
back to his car.

So Busted! – And yet, sitting there with my knickers 
around my ankles I started to giggle, then snort, then 
cry with laughter. Took me 5 minutes to calm down. I 
didn't pull my knickers up. I didn't see the point. I 
took them off and drove home, and I couldn't wait for 
Mark to get home from school.

The End

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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