A GoodNight kiss

Erotica - Mother / son

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Author

Hi, I write under the pen name Laxu. I’m an author of erotic fiction. I’ve written over 20 erotic fiction stories, each one crafted with raw emotion, vivid imagination, and the intensity of real-life inspiration.

My stories are deeply influenced by the people, moments, and experiences that surround me. I observe, I feel, and then I write. Whether it’s a fleeting glance between strangers, the tension in a silent room, or the unspoken desires that often go unnoticed—I take those moments and give them life on the page. My imagination is the bridge between what is seen and what is hidden beneath the surface.

I write in English, and I believe in keeping my language direct yet artistic—where every sentence serves a purpose, and every scene carries weight. My goal is to make readers feel every touch, every whisper, and every emotion that my characters go through. I want them to lose themselves in the world I create, even if just for a few chapters.

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Let’s continue this journey of passion, fantasy, and fiction together.

Chapter 1

My name is Jessica, and I am Thirty Eight years old, standing at the threshold of a new chapter in life. My son, Alex, has recently gotten married and is beginning a life of his own, now supported by a loving wife. Watching him step into adulthood fills me with a bittersweet pride. For decades, my world revolved around him—I poured every ounce of love and care into making sure he grew up happy, secure, and loved. This is the story of my life with Alex.

Before motherhood, my journey began with a long relationship with my husband. We were together for years before finally marrying. I had always longed for a family—marriage, children, a home filled with laughter. He was a commercial pilot, successful and charming. Though he often spoke of marriage, he continually delayed setting a date. It wasn’t until he received a well-paid offer from US Airways that things changed. The company required him to be married for me to accompany him. Pressed by circumstance, we quickly arranged a registry office wedding—not quite the dream I had imagined, but I was overjoyed nonetheless. Soon after, I gave birth to our son, Alex.

I left my career behind without hesitation, choosing instead to become a full-time mother. Those early years were beautiful. I became part of a close-knit group of young mothers, filling my days with playdates, beach outings, and spa appointments between school runs. Despite hoping for more children, medical issues made that impossible. And so, all my love and energy were devoted entirely to Alex. He became not just my son, but the center of my universe.

I needed regular medical checkups, but was coming to the end of my illness. I was feeling good to be finally putting this problem behind me. Then something happened which upended everything. My blood test came back positive for Chlamydia. I had only ever had sex with my husband. I confronted my husband who eventually admitted to having sex with air hostesses during his frequent layovers around the world. It was well known that cabin crew slept with pilots. But I never expected my husband to be one of those men. He also said he didn't love me. This was more of a blow than the affairs.

I decided to return to our home country. We had recently purchased a house there, so it didn't create a scandal when I left. My son was also due to start high school, which was another reason to leave.

I settled back into home life in the Pacific Northwest. I got a job and Alex started at a new school. It was just myself and him at home. We spent a lot of time together. I would bring him to baseball and football practice. I’d watch him play, and we’d go for ice cream afterwards. We’d watch tv and movies at night and cuddle up on the couch. He was a very loving boy.

I’d always kiss Alex goodnight after he went to bed, even into his late teens. When he was ready to sleep, Alex would call out, “Goodnight!” I’d then go in to give him a kiss on the cheek. He would say he was too old for that. He’d turn his face away and pretend that he didn't want a kiss. But I know he enjoyed our nightly ritual.

One night I went to his bedroom and I got a surprise. As I opened the door I saw Alex laying back on the bed with the covers over him. But the covers in his private area were moving up and down very fast. As soon as he saw me he stopped and went bright red. It took me a moment to register what he was doing. I remember one part of my mind thinking “Masturbating?” and the other half answering, “Yes, Masturbating!!” I quickly backed out and shut the door. I may have mumbled sorry, but it was all a bit of a blur.

I had expected to have to deal with puberty issues at some point but had avoided them. I would have preferred for Alex to remain my innocent son. Alex was a late developer, at sixteen, but had obviously now discovered the joys of having a penis. His father wasn’t around to help, and I felt under pressure to guide Alex. I thought about it all night and realised I had done the wrong thing to make him feel embarrassed.

All through breakfast and during the drive to school, Alex was very quiet. I just pretended as though nothing happened and carried on. During that day I came up with a plan. My plan was to just act normal if I caught him masturbating again.

It was a while before I could enact my plan. Alex was more careful to avoid getting caught again. I continued to kiss him goodnight. I would find cum stained sheets regularly, but I didn't catch him in the act. That all changed a few months later.

I had almost forgotten about it when I walked in on him one night. Alex was in the same position under the covers on his back. His hand was furiously jerking his penis under the sheets as they fluttered up and down. Once again he froze and went bright red. I wasn't shocked this time. I remained very calm.

Chapter 2

Instead of quickly leaving. I just continued to walk over, as if to give him his usual Goodnight Kiss. But this time I sat down beside him and spoke to him about what he was doing. I told him that it was perfectly natural and that there was nothing to be ashamed of. Alex wasn't convinced. I made our conversation as light-hearted as possible.

“Glad you are enjoying yourself,” I said.

“Nothing I haven't seen before,” I said.

Alex became more relaxed. He said he started doing “it” a few months before.

“You mean Masturbating?” I said.

“All boys masturbate,” I said.

“All men do too, by the way,” I added.

“Anyone who says they don't is a liar,” I said.

I’d ask a serious question every now and then to promote the conversation.

“Do you know what a wet dream is?” I asked.

“Do you know what semen is?” I asked.

We’d then discuss it. We talked about semen being produced in his testes I asked him if he had ejeculated yet?

I knew he had by the evidence on the bedsheets, but I wanted to hear it from him. Alex was getting uncomfortable again. I said it was a natural part of life. Alex shook his head to acknowledge that he had indeed ejaculated. I told him that he was obviously producing sperm then. I hugged Alex to reassure him that i was happy for him. After about fifteen minutes of talking, I asked him,

“Had you finished?”

He got a bit embarrassed again and said he hadn't. I could see that he had an erection that he was trying to hide. I asked him if he needed any help. Of course, I didn't expect him to say yes. But I didn't give him any time to answer either way.

Before I had finished the question, I already had one hand under the sheets, quickly moving towards his crotch. He instinctively tried to block my hand. When he realised what I was doing, he let me move all the way to his crotch and take hold of his erect penis. I told him it was Ok, and I began slowly stroking it. Alex went rigid with shock and didn't know where to look. His mouth was aghast as he tried not to look down at what was happening. But he was obviously enjoying it. I could feel his penis get instantly harder.

I continued to stoke Alex’s penis in silence, and within a few seconds he was climaxing. His body shuddered, and he let out a stuttered groan as he ejaculated onto the sheet. I continued to gently stroke him as he went soft. Alex’s cum was watery and was quickly soaked up by the bedsheets. I then kissed him goodnight and told him not to worry about the sheets. I’d wash them in the morning.

This became a regular conclusion to our evenings. Alex would retreat to his room to do homework or relax. When he was ready to sleep, he would usher me in by calling, “Mom!, Goodnight Kiss!” He would be lying on his back in his bed waiting for me. I knew he was ready because there was a cute little tent formed in the bedsheet by his erect tent pole. I’d sit down beside him, slide my hand under the sheet, and stroke his penis. It didn't take long. I’d only need to stoke him a few dozen times before he was cumming. It was all over in less than thirty seconds. He’d thank me. I’d give him a Goodnight Kiss on the cheek and go to bed myself. I’d wash the sheets the next day… only for them to get covered in cum again that night.