My warrior mom

A medieval story of a son having missed his mom, and letting himself be hers. My first story, please don't be too expectant.

The long day of tending to a new season of the farm had worn down Jonas, his strapping young frame near drenched in sweat as his muscles were worn down from such laborious tasks of repairing fences, feeding the livestock, replanting crops, harvesting the last of the previous season.

His body throbbed and ached as he sat outside the home, his tunic been taken off hours ago, his slim but toned torso slightly sun kissed. He carefully look at his work, knowing he has to do less tomorrow from working as hard today. With a full sigh, his shoulders unrolled as his palms rest on his lap. His trousers baggy in all but one area, his crotch. As he finally relaxed, another part of his body wanted to have some action. With a reluctant sigh, his hands swiftly pulled out his already throbbing semi erect member, a less than astounding 4 inches. With a few strokes, it fully engorged into its 5 inches, the head poking from his foreskin as a single word muttered from his lips. "Mom..."

The wonderfully warm setting sun coated his body, glancing off his sweaty torso as a magnificent statue to the wonderful vitality of youth. His cock bobbing in his hand as he occasionally winces, his breath hissing past his teeth with each stroke, precum gradually soaking his head and his hand. His mind gradually flooding with images of the woman who helped raise him. His own mother. Her strong arms from swinging an axe, both woodcutting and ceasing prison riots. Her scarred face, that still held her beauty from her youth. Her thick thighs, to carry around her equipment. And the image that will always be seared into Jonas's mind... his own mother, stroking him over her stomach, with constant confirmation.

With a sudden thud, Jonas awoke from his pleasure filled day dreaming by banging his head on the wall behind him from hearing a trumpet. Loud, but distant. He shot up, legs shaking slightly with his erect cock drooling precum onto the grass he stood on, his eyes darting to the hills before seeing a full cart. A smile plastered upon his face as he tucks his member back into his trousers as he starts running towards the cart, knowing it was his mother.

After a few minute run, he jumped towards his mother. His arms wrapping around her cuirass, his hips pressed to her as she hugs back, her hair greying but still a pleasant light brown and flowing in a twisted ponytail.

"Mom! I missed you so much! You need to come back when you say you would!!" Jonas declares, his voice shaking as his eyes begin to water his cheeks as they curl with his smile.

"Jonas, things got a bit hairy, you know you can't trust the prisoners to stay in line~" she says softly, pushing him off of her before stopping the cart. "Now, have you done all the jobs needed for the season change?" Her voice more stern, carefully removing her cuirass to be comfortable.

"Yes mom, it's almost all done. I just need to get the old grain to the grindstone... but..." his voice trailing as his eyes lock onto her gamberson, it clinging to her body as she looks her son up and down, noticing the tent that didn't cease since he started his pleasure.

"Jonas, have you missed something from me being gone~?"
"W-well mom... I... it was just then! He decided to, well, yeah..."
"Shhh it's ok baby boy~ go hop in the cart~ I'll join you~"

Jonas's eyes widen before eagerly hopping into the back of the cart, sitting back as he watches his mom climb in, kneeling with his legs between her thighs, her eyes looking at his crotch. As the cart starts again, the old donkey huffing at the extra weight as Jonas greedily grasps at his mother's hips, frantically undoing her belts as her hands rubs on Jonas's crotch.

"Jonas... don't cum too fast~ I love you~" she whispers before pulling his trousers down to his knees, his precum leaking cock flinging up, free from his pants as he moans.

"Mom... I think I'm about to..." he mutters, throbbing for his own mother.

With a quick bow, she takes his head into her mouth, a sudden moan fills the air as strings of warm sperm fills her mouth. Each pulse pumping more related dna into her mouth, with loud gulps, mouthfuls of cum works its way down to her stomach.

After a near minute of his cumshot, she lifts her head to smile, sitting beside her son and whispers. "Shall we rest for some more fun~?"

Jonas nods, obviously exhausted as he lays down, his cock already softening as his balls pulse with pleasure.

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Hi there! I'm deciding to end it there, as I don't think it'll get much attention. I hope you enjoyed a short story of a first time erotic writer! Please, criticism is fine, just don't be rude. Have a good time getting off!

Regards,
B
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