Obsession

−Obsession−

Chapter one:

My name is Cathy. I’m a 43 year old widowed mother. I have a 21 year old son named Brian. I’m a rather tall, slim woman; five foot eleven inches, very long, dark brown hair that comes down to my waist and dark brown eyes. Tennis and running has kept me in pretty good shape. I’ve been told I look a lot like Eva Mendez but I think they’re just being polite.

My son Brian took more after his dad…

He has coal black hair and stands no more than 5’4”. He’s a little shy but has a very good sense of humor. Brian’s father was a very handsome man and Brian got every bit of that and more.

There are only two obvious differences between Brian and his dad. Brian’s a very wide, stocky young man. Even as a young boy in high school, Brian was very well built; very defined. He played on the football team all four years in high school and now is a running back on his college football team.

His dad on the other hand was rather skinny and non-athletic. The other difference was less obvious to everyone but sister and me.

My late husband, Jimmy, was a very good lover. We enjoyed a full and exciting sex life for a long time before a car accident took him from us. Jim’s penis was not very big, five inches at best when erect but Jimmy knew how to use it well. It never gave me reason to complain. He would refer to his small penis as “The Washburn Curse” and would jokingly tell me how it was handed down through the generations from his great, great, great grandfather, Jeremiah Washburn. He always made me laugh. I would tell him things like;

“It’s all I’ll ever need” or “I love the way it all fits in my mouth.”

I didn’t tell him these things to make him feel better. I told him because they were the truth. We never did anything TOO crazy, nothing that would wind us up in jail anyways, but I believe I willingly fulfilled just about all of his fantasies; at least the ones he’d told me about. I had even invited one of my girlfriends into our bed when we were first married. He’d told me he’d never been with two women at the same time and would love to try it. He had a birthday coming up and I made it one I’m sure he never forgot.

When he expressed interest in anal sex, I was reluctant but certainly willing to give it a try. I have to say, I was rather thankful for the Washburn Curse when we explored that avenue. The fact was; I loved Jimmy and I loved his penis as well.

Now when Brian was no more than a toddler, maybe three or so, it became rather obvious to me that Jimmy would not share the “Washburn Curse” with his son.

I can recall my sister and I would make little comments and jokes to each other about Brian’s penis at bath time or when his diaper needed changing.

“He’s gunna be quite the lady killer.”

“That’s quite the little package he has there.”

“I hope he grows into that.” Little remarks like that.

I bathed Brian until he was almost seven-years-old, when he informed me he thought he was too old to be washed by his Mommy. For the next few weeks, I inspected my son head to toe after he was finished bathing. Satisfied with the job he was doing without my help, I let him wash himself from then on.

Well ― One evening quite a few years later, when Brian was about fifteen, I walked in on him in the bathroom. He was standing with one foot up on the tub and he was drying himself after a shower. Although it all happened pretty fast, my eyes went right to the thing hanging between his legs. Literally, I mean it. It was hanging. When I recalled the incident to my sister some days later, I remember using the word – Piñata.

It was easy to see that “The Washburn Curse” was going to skip a generation. From what I thought I saw, his penis was already quite a bit bigger than his father’s, and noticeably thicker as well……And Brian was SOFT!  As a matter of fact, it was the thickness that had caught my attention in the first place. I was a bit taken back.

{The incident reminded me of some pictures that my girlfriend and I had seen in a magazine when we were teenagers. My girlfriend, Cindy, had taken it from her brother’s room and snuck it to her room one night that I was sleeping over. The name of the magazine was “Too Big”. We were amazed by the pictures, but that’s another story entirely.}

Anyway ― Brian looked up and saw me gawking. I must have been standing there with my mouth hanging open.

“Moooommm!” He squealed and quickly covered himself.

I promptly apologized and shut the bathroom door. I stood outside the door with my hand still on the doorknob, shaking my head slowly in disbelief. I wondered if I’d really seen what it was I thought I’d seen. I couldn’t have, I told myself. He’s fifteen.

I know that as his mother the size of his penis shouldn’t have concerned me. In my defense, in the beginning, I just wanted to know if my eyes were playing tricks on me. I was surprised that I was giving this so much thought but I couldn’t seem to stop. I needed to know if what I saw was real or was it just something my imagination was bending out of proportion, so-to-speak. I began to wonder if maybe it was just the light or maybe the way he was standing. I mean, if it were as big as it looked, certainly I would have noticed something like that ― Around the pool ― At the beach. I don’t understand why it was so important to me, one way or the other, but it was.

I found myself thinking about it a lot in the days and nights after that. I even found myself sneaking fleeting glances at the front of his shorts and his bathing suit from time to time to see if maybe I could see an outline or a reference to its size, but everything he wore was baggy. Perhaps it was more comfortable for him that way. I felt myself blush each time I caught myself looking; embarrassed that I would do such a thing, afraid someone might notice my interest.

I found myself ashamed at times that I was looking at my own son in such a way. I told myself that I was just trying to confirm what it was I thought I saw. I kept telling myself that I must have been mistaken, that there was no way that a 16-year-old boy could have such a… …such a big penis. But, the more I tried to dismiss it, the more I dwelled on it and the more I needed to know.

It had even gotten to the point where I’d found myself standing outside the bathroom door once with my hand on the knob ready to barge in with the intention of catching another quick look.

I know how all this sounds.

Sometime later, just before my son turned 17, I’d come in from a late dinner with the girls and found Brian asleep on the couch in front of the TV in just a T-shirt and his boxers. I leaned over to wake him and tell him to go on up to bed. I was just about to tap him on the shoulder when my eyes drifted down to his boxers. I froze. Sticking out of the open fly was the head of Brian’s penis. It was about the size of a golf ball. My stomach flip-flopped. I covered my mouth with my fingers to muffle a gasp.

I felt so silly, like a nasty little girl, standing there peeking at a boy’s privates. But never-the-less, I wanted to see more. I glanced up to make sure he was asleep. I didn’t want to get caught gawking at my son’s dick again. This was nothing like barging in on someone in the bathroom. THIS would be hard to explain.

I felt my stomach get all jittery as I shifted my attention back to my son’s privates. I took a deep breath to steady myself and resumed my investigation. {I call it an investigation…But in reality it was borderline molestation.}

I felt myself flush. I was pretty shocked at my reaction. I felt a little light headed as I realized this might finally be my chance to actually see it, All of it, and put this whole crazy, stupid thing to rest. Maybe it was the three Gin & Tonics I had at dinner, I don’t know, but I had to keep myself from giggling like a school-girl.

I bent over a little more and cocked my head to see if I could get a better look inside the slit of his underwear. It was no use; his boxers hid all but the tip. If I was going to see any more of it… …I was going to have to pull his fly open more.

I should have realized how deep into this think I really was when “Opening his fly more to get a better look” was my answer to that particular problem instead of just waking him up, sending him to bed and going to bed myself.

I looked to make sure he was asleep. I bit my bottom lip and slowly extended my index finger; moving it slowly towards my son’s fly. The closer my finger got, the more nervous I became. I couldn’t believe it. One more quick glance up before I carefully hooked my long fingernail in the slit of his boxers and gently, slowly pulled open the small slit.

My finger was so close to my son’s dick. Again, I had to stifle the urge to giggle. I moved my head a little to one side to allow the light from the table lamp to better light the area. I noticed that my hand was shaking quite a bit. I glanced up at Brian one more time. Still sleeping.

I could see inside his boxers a little better now. There it was; most of it anyway. “Jeeezzzz…” I whispered under my breath. I found myself comparing it to his father’s. Even soft, what I could see of it, was bigger than his father’s had ever been hard.

I saw what looked to be every bit of at least five inches of my son’s penis. It looked nice and smooth {You know, like a dick} and after all my efforts to confirm what I thought I’d seen more than 2 years earlier, I could now see that in fact, it had not been my imagination. His dick was pretty big and very, very thick… …fat actually.

“…And it’s not even hard…” I remember saying.

Evidently I said it kinda loud because suddenly Brian grunted and shifted his weight. As he turned, I pulled my hand back like the damn thing was gunna bite me. And when I did, I inadvertently slid my finger over my son’s penis. I was immediately aware of the contact. I quickly stood up, straight, rigid actually, and quickly stepped back from the couch with my hands to my mouth. I don’t know what was wrong with me. I was peeking in my son’s fly- STICKING MY FINGER IN IT WHILE HE SLEPT! – and for some reason, I was on the verge of giggling

My first thought should have been to run out of the living room and up to my room in case he woke up. Maybe call some kind of 24 hour HOT-LINE or a support group or something. Did they have support groups for moms that poke at their kid’s underwear?

Anyway-All I thought about was, “I touched it!” I stood there trying to be quiet and still as Brian settled in with a long sign. I stood frozen, staring, for what seemed like a long time.

As luck would have it, {Good luck? – Bad luck? – Dumb luck? – The jury was still out.} Brian’s penis had worked its way out through the fly of his boxers as he’d shifted positions.

{I remember my mouth dropped open and I believe I might have stopped breathing.}

I could see almost all of it. There was no question. There was no need for anymore confirmation. It lay over to one side, maybe a little more than 6 inches and as fat around as a good sized banana.

I couldn’t help but wonder, “What if it was hard?”

For a split second, I started to think about how I could accomplish such a feat.

I shook my head trying to shake the thought away and quickly took another step back to gather my wits. I couldn’t believe what I was thinking. Did I really want to see how big my son’s dick would get? Did I really want to see my own son’s cock… …get hard?

I wondered what I might be willing to do to make this happen. A hot flash washed over me as if I’d opened an oven door and I realized that I had to leave.

Wow! It was somewhat sobering.

I was ashamed of myself for the way I felt. After all, suppose he was to wake up and find that his hard penis was sticking out of his shorts and that his mother was hovering over him. “My God!” I thought. How would I explain something like THAT?

I quickly and quietly left the living room and ran upstairs to my bedroom. I lay in bed until well after midnight wrestling with my conscience, trying to get a handle on everything. I knew it was wrong, what I did and the way I was thinking, but I couldn’t seem to help it.

Images of my father flashed in my mind. The smell of his cologne and bourbon filled my nostrils. Memories of inappropriate moments made me shiver but oddly enough, made me warm between my legs.

I remember thinking how glad I was that I had had only three Gin & Tonics and what might have happened had I had the forth one.

Jimmy {My husband} had been gone for more than two years at that point in time. I tried to convince myself that maybe these thoughts and actions were a product of loneliness and that I was still missing Jimmy, but deep down, the more I thought about it, the more I knew there was more to it. I knew that somewhere along the line I had somehow become obsessed with my son’s penis.

At first, I was troubled and embarrassed by the thoughts and images that seemed to work their way into my head. They seemed to bombard me with more and more frequency. The fact was, I wanted to see my son’s with his dick hard and imagined different scenarios that would get me what I wanted.

I reminded myself that such things were forbidden, morally wrong but I also knew for a fact that these kinds of things happened all the time in all walks of life.

As time passed, I found that I’d become more tolerant, more comfortable with the things I thought about, even excepting, if not embracing them at times.

I found that late at night when I was alone in my bed, that somewhere along the line these forbidden thoughts and images turned into welcomed dreams and yearnings, even fantasies.

At first I shamefully tried to suppress the urge but found it useless most times. I told myself that nothing would ever come of such thoughts and desires and wondered if my father had told himself the same thing. Before I knew it, these feelings led to masturbation and to my surprise, some very intense orgasms. I was obsessed.

Except for the occasional glance or the fleeting feeling, I pretty much kept my dark fantasies to myself. It was August 19 th , Brian’s 17 th birthday, as a matter of fact, when all that changed.

It was early on a Saturday morning; I had just come in from a run and figured I’d gather up the dirty clothes and do a load of laundry before I took a shower.

I approached Brian’s bedroom door with an armload of dirty clothes from my room. I quietly turned the knob and took a step in as quietly as I could, hoping not to wake him.

To my disbelief, Brian was stretched out on his bed with his pajama bottoms pushed down past his knees. I froze there, mid-step. His eyes were closed and I could hear him softly cooing, “Yeah, that’s it. Do it…” But my real attention was on what was in his hand. I stood there by the door in my running shorts and sports bra, an arm full of dirty clothes and my hand still on the doorknob and watched my son jerking himself off.

He was so into what he was doing that he never even noticed me standing there. I was unable to move or say anything as I watched him masturbating. I knew I should leave but simply put, I didn’t want to.

There was no doubt about what I was seeing this time. He was more than just ‘aroused’. There was no “Washburn Curse” going on here; that was for sure. He was hard now, really hard. Once again what stood out was the thickness of it. As I watched his hand moving up and down, it was easy to see that his fingers didn’t reach all the way around its’ thickness. He stroked it with one hand and it was easy to see that at least three inches of meat stuck out past the top of his hand and at least as much beneath it.

“My God it’s huge…” I thought to myself, and it WAS; almost to the point of being freakish.

I just stood there and watched as his hand moved up and down, up and down. I couldn’t look away.

“That’s it…” He moaned. “Do it…”

I had no idea how long I was standing there. I felt like I was in a dream.

I hadn’t seen a whole lot of dicks in my life but I wasn’t a nun either. And outside of any magazines or the Inter-Net, I had never seen a dick that big, that fat on any man… …let alone a 17-year-old boy. {Not that I’ve seen a lot of 17-years-old’s dicks} I stood there totally amazed as my son started to squirm around and moan a little louder, still completely unaware that I was standing there less than ten feet away. When his hand started moving faster, it became clear to me that he wasn’t going to last much longer.

I should have quietly shut the door and left. I should have been

thinking about how embarrassed both of us would be if he were to catch

me watching, how awkward it would be, but instead; the fact that I was going to actually watch my son cum seemed to govern my thought process.

Oddly enough, all I could think of was how much cum would come out of such a fat dick. Then he moaned something that I would have never expected. It simply floored me.

“Yeah Mom… …Ga-head…” He moaned as he jerked off. “Ga-head- do it.”

“Oh my God!” I whispered ― Out loud ― and dropped the dirty clothes to the floor.

Brian’s eyes sprang open and he quickly turned his head towards me. His hand had stopped pumping but it remained wrapped around his dick. When our eyes met, he looked as shocked as I was. I just stared at him, dumbfounded, speechless.

“Mom!!!” He barked as he let go of his dick and scrambled for his pajama bottoms.

“I’m… …I’m so sorry Brian!” I fluttered, just as embarrassed as he was. “I… …I…”

I tried to pick up the clothes and leave as he struggled to pull his pajama bottoms up. I gathered the clothes and stood up just as he swung his feet to the floor and dropped his hands into his lap attempting to hide the bulge. Good luck there.

“I was just. . .I came in to get. . . .I thought you’d be. . . .”

I stuttered and mumbled nervously as I tried to apologize.

He looked up at me. The embarrassment poured into his face and I could see the humiliation in his eyes. I felt so bad for him. I instinctively took a step toward him to comfort him.

“It’s OK. . .” I told him. As I stepped closer, Brian pulled back a little, forcing his gaze to the floor, unable to look at me.

I took a deep breath. “It’s no big deal Brian.” I blurted out, trying to sound lighthearted and nonchalont. “All guys do it. Your uncle Jimmy did it all the time, excessively.” I told him trying to make light of it all.

{ I recalled that when I’d walked in on my brother doing it, he’d had the opposite reaction. He had actually asked me if I wanted to watch him. I was 13. I told him I did and stood there beside his bed and watched him bring himself to climax.}

“Not in front of his mom.” He whispered and turned his gaze towards the window. I thought what he’d said was kinda funny and couldn’t help but giggle a little bit.

“Well, yeah… …I guess he didn’t. But he seemed to have no problem doing it in front of me.” I told him.

“You’re kidding?”

“No ― I’m not.”

I put my hand on his shoulder and rubbed it a little bit. “Your dad used to do it in front of me all the time too.” I confessed.

He turned and looked at me kinda surprised. I shook my head, “He did.” I assured him. Brian sat there quiet and self-conscious.

“I’m really sorry I came in Honey.” I whispered. {In hind-sight, I wasn’t sorry at all.} “I thought you’d be asleep. I guess wishing you a Happy Birthday would seem kinda silly now, huh?”

“Yeah, thanks for the big box of ‘Embarrassed’. Just my size too.” He tells me with a forced smile. It was nice to see that he still had his sense of humor.

I smiled back. “Yeah, if your size is extra large, right?” I giggled kind of shocked I’d gone there.

I couldn’t believe I’d said that to my own son. I meant to leave before I said anything else stupid but as I reached the door, I stopped and turned,

“I’ll close the door so you can finish?” I said quietly with a light smile on my lips.

“Yeah, right. Like I could do that NOW ! ””

I tried to make it seem like it was no big deal ― An everyday thing.

“Well, not to embarrass you any more than I already have, from the looks of it. . .” I nodded towards his lap. “. . .it’s kinda obvious that you need to finish.” I told.

He looked into his lap and saw that his hands did little to hide the bulge.

“MOM?”

“What? It’s just that you looked like you were about to. . .‘ You know’

. . .before I ruined it.”

“Mom!”

“What?” I couldn’t hold back my smile. For the second time that morning I had caught him off guard. He seemed truly surprised that I was this nonchalant about the whole thing. But that’s what I was going for…Nonchalant.

“God! How the heck do you know what I was about to do?”

“Because I was standing here. . . . . . watching.”

“WATCHING?” He almost shouted.

I bit my lip and shook my head apologetically.

He groaned and took his hands from his lap and covered his face.

As you might think, my eyes went right to the bulge in his pajamas.

“Did you….” He hesitated, looking for the words. I knew what he wanted to ask me.

“Yes, I heard you Brian.” I told him quietly. “But that’s no big deal either.”

Oddly enough, it didn’t bother me that my son was thinking about me while he masturbated. As a matter of fact, I thought it was kind of flattering, but, understandably, it seemed to bother him that I knew.

“Oh my God!” He groaned, from behind his hands. “You’re kidding me?”

“No. And It’s OK Brian.”

“It’s not OK. Why didn’t you just leave when you saw what I was doing?” He asked through his fingers, embarrassed to look at me now. He shook his head side to side, wishing he was still asleep no doubt.

That was a good question. I wasn’t really sure what to say. I thought that maybe it might be better to put the spot light on me, instead of him, as it were. So with the hopes of putting him at ease some, I went with the truth.

“I don’t know Honey. I’m sorry.” I told him. “I guess… …I guess I just wanted to watch.” I confessed.

Now I was the one having a hard time holding eye contact. I had said something I could never take back. He stopped rocking and dropped his hands from his face. He cocked his head a little to one side and looked up at me.

“You wanted to watch?” His voice was low and full of inquiry. He looked, and rightly so, confused. This had certainly taken a turn that I never saw coming.

I shrugged my shoulders, tilted my head slightly and shook it ‘yes’ with tiny little embarrassed shakes. “Sorry.” I told him and shrugged again.

There was silence for a few long seconds. I felt funny and I wondered what he was thinking, what he was feeling. I was afraid of what he might think of me now. He knew my brother used to do it in front of me. He knew his Dad did it all the time too. And he knew that I, obviously, didn’t have a problem with any of that. Then he shook his head “Jeez” as if he couldn’t believe it all. I watched as what I thought was a small smile creep onto his face. I was relieved to see it. His eyebrows went up, his bottom lip puffed out a little as he mulled it all over and absorbed it all. I watched, as he finally seemed to get a handle on the moment.

“Wow…” He finally said.

I apologized again and told him I knew that it wasn’t right and that I should have left. I just couldn’t seem to help it.

“Like I said, your father used to do that in front of me all the time.”

Brian drew his head back, “I don’t understand.”

“You don’t understand what Sweetie?”

“Why would Dad have to do it, I mean . . . . . . You were married and all. Wouldn’t you have just . . . You know?”

Then I stepped a little further out on that limb. “I asked him to do it.” I told him honestly.

“You ASKED him to? But why?”

“Wow!” I thought. I couldn’t believe it had come to this.

I thought for a second, looking for the right approach. Realizing that I’d probably said too much already, I knew I shouldn’t be telling him this but I just blurted it out anyway. Sometimes I’m surprised that I walk around with enough sense to wipe my own ass.

“I just liked to watch…” I softly told him and then turned shamefully to leave.

I couldn’t believe I had actually confessed such a thing. I had said it out loud and it seemed to make him feel a little better at any rate.

“Mom?”

I stopped. I could feel my stomach flip as I turned around,

“Yes Honey?”

Then Brian said something that changed everything.

“If you really want, you could just leave the door open.” He said.

There was another long silence. However, this one was different. This one made me feel all tingly inside. It made me feel ― Well ― Like I was in high school again and Billy Henson was feeling me up under the bleachers.

I was a bit stunned. A few minutes ago, I’d stumbled upon my son jerking off and now ― Well ― I wasn’t exactly sure what was happening. All I really knew was that I didn’t have to wonder about the size of my son’s dick anymore. It was huge and I had told my son something extremely personal.

Before I could stop myself, I blurted out…

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying Brian?”

He smiled, “I don’t know. What do you THINK I’m saying Mom?”

“I think you’re saying…” I felt my throat tighten. “…That I can watch if I want too.”

If that wasn’t what he’d meant then I was making a big mistake. I wondered how this might change our relationship; whether he was saying what I thought…or not.

“I guess…yeah, that’s what I’m saying.” His looked as unsure as I no doubt did. His face flushed with color. “You can…Watch…if you want.” He whispered, like someone might overhear.

I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t prepared to just pull up a chair and tell him to go-head although had he suggested it, I would have.

“I mean… … It’s no big deal, right?” He added quickly, struggling to sound casual.

I shrugged my shoulders, “Everyone does it.” I agreed as if we were talking about people taking a shit.

We looked at each other for I don’t know how long; maybe a second, maybe a minute, but I remember having a hard time breathing.

I sighed, long and hard, “Alright then…” I was flustered at this turn of events. I nodded . “…I… …I guess I’ll just take these clothes down to the washer and……and throw them in the washer.” I didn’t even think to grab any of his dirty clothes. “Maybe I’ll come back up when I’m done.” The words were out and said before I felt my lips moving.

I took one final glance at his crotch. At that point I guess I didn’t care if he saw me or not. The bulge was still very obvious and he no longer tried to hide it.

In hind-sight, I think he had other things on his mind. I couldn’t help but feel a certain measure of resolve. I knew now without a doubt what was in my son’s pajamas.

As I reached the doorway, I looked back over my shoulder to see if he was watching me. I pushed his door all the way open. Then I smiled,

“I guess maybe I’ll see ya in a bit.” I told him like a silly little high school girl. I turned and left for the laundry room.

I shook my head and tried to steady my breathing the whole way to the laundry room. “I guess maybe I’ll see ya in a bit.” echoed in my head. I couldn’t believe I’d said that. I told myself I must be dreaming as I threw the clothes in the machine. I set the dial to ‘Wash’ and braced myself against the washer as if filled with water. I may or may not have put laundry detergent in with the clothes. I had other things on my mind. I tried to get a grip on the whole situation. It might have helped to have a few more brain cells on the job.

“Is he really going to be jerking off if I go back up there?” I asked myself.

“Is he actually going to let me watch? — I shouldn’t go back —Does he actually want me to come back? — I know he does… …I heard him when he was jerking off. He was thinking about ME…about me doing it to him. The thought made me warm all over.

It was amazing. I was literally trembling. The last time I felt like that, I was in Billy Stevens’ basement after school and he was trying to get me to touch his little dick. I told him I couldn’t because I was allergic.

I was actually afraid to go back to my son’s room. I was determined to do the right thing, the moral thing, but I found myself climbing the steps and walking down the hallway before I knew it. As I approached his doorway, I stopped. I was breathing sporadically; little, shallow breaths. I was shaky too, unsteady on my feet and yet, at the same time, I was having a hard time fighting off those goddamned giggles.

I thought about when Brian’s father used to jerk-off for me. I thought about the times I watched my brother doing it. I kept thinking, wondering, about how everything might change if I were to step through that doorway.

“You shouldn’t do this… …You’re his Mom…” I told myself but it did nothing to curb the excitement I was feeling about what I might see when I turned the corner.

I could feel my body reacting. I could feel the material of my sports bra rubbing against my sensitive nipples. I inadvertently reached up with my hand and slid my fingertip over one of them. It was hard and clearly visible against the thin material. There was a feeling between my legs that I wasn’t used to. A feeling I thought Jimmy had taken with him.

“Is this really happening?” I whispered out loud. “Is this what it’s finally boiled down to?”

I fully expected to wake up in my bed at any moment to find that this was just another dream. I lingered just outside his room, biting my fingernail, trying not to feel the way I felt, listening. Then I heard a soft moan. A wave of… …of… …lust… …rolled through me. I actually felt it between my legs.

“You shouldn’t do this.” I thought to myself and at the same time, a wicked smile found the corner of my mouth. Holy shit! There was no denying it. I hadn’t felt like this in years and I missed the feeling. I was terribly aroused and I wanted badly to watch my son.

I turned the corner and stepped into his room; quietly, my arms folded in front of me, gnawing on my lips completely conflicted. He was on his bed; completely naked, his legs slightly apart, his head turned towards me, but his eyes were closed. One hand rested on his thigh; his fingers diddling his balls and his other hand was moving slowly up and down over his dick.

I watched as he moved his hand, ever-so-slowly, up & down—up & down—up & down. I got the impression he was more teasing himself than jerking off. God knows what was going through his mind.

I stood there tingling all over. I felt like I have a fever; a very high fever. I literally couldn’t have pulled my eyes away if I’d wanted to ― And I didn’t want to.

Had our entire church congregation come barging into Brian’s small room to save me from my sins, I would have weaved my way through the crowd to watch what Brian was doing. Avoiding Pastor John as best as possible of course.

It was so erotic, exciting. I felt a deep longing inside. I hadn’t felt anything this intense since……I couldn’t remember when. Watching my son masturbate — Him knowing I was there in the room — was the most exhilarating thing I’d ever experienced. I should have been ashamed of myself, I’m his mother, but I was so… …so… …turned on by it all.

Little by little I moved closer; a few feet from his bedside. The fact that his Mom was watching certainly didn’t deter him. {Assuming he’d realized I was even there} It seemed to be quite the opposite. He was hard; very hard. On the very tip of his incredibly swollen penis, I could see droplets of clear pre-cum that had started to leak and dribble down the few fat inches of meat above his hand. The head of his dick was red. Dark red. Dark red and the size of a ripe plum. The first few inches of the shaft was red, fading to a light pink that disappeared under his fingers.

I moved even closer. I had to stop myself from reaching out. I wasn’t sure what would happen if I were to touch him. I didn’t want to ruin it. I didn’t want this… …dream… …to end abruptly ― Badly. I didn’t want it to end at all. I loved the way I felt standing there, so close, watching. I was alive.

I glanced up to find Brian’s eyes were open and he was watching me. My stomach dropped and rolled. My throat tightened. It was quite the ride. I gave him a shaky smile. He must have seen the turmoil I was in; I suppose I was pretty transparent just standing there like that. It was hard to try and hide what I was feeling. I wasn’t really sure I wanted to try.

I must have looked pretty bad; he stopped masturbating and asked me if I was OK. My heart stopped. I told him I was, shaking my head, tiny little nods up and down. Like a little kid does when asked if they want ice cream. I don’t think my eyes ever left his pudgy cock.

I watched as his fingers slide down to the base of his fat dick. He circled his cock—As best he could— with just his index finger and his thumb. Then he slid his fingers all the way to the very tip of his hard dick…and then let them slide all the way back down again, very slowly. He did this a few more times. I knew he was doing this for me. My sweet boy was putting on a show for me. I had told him I liked to watch. . . . . .And he was letting me do just that. Whether he knew it or not, he was teasing me. I swallowed hard as he tilted it to one side… …Towards the edge of the bed… …Towards ME.

“Oh my god!” I thought. I sucked in a deep breath. My stomach was filled with butterflies and my mouth was desert dry. It looked as though he was ‘offering’ it to me. Then, from far away, I heard a low, alluring whisper— “Is this what you wanted to see Mom?”

I could only shake my head again. Somewhere along the line my son had gone from shy little boy to exhibitionist.

“Do you want to touch it?” He asked me out right. “You can if you want to Mom.”

I did. I really did but I was afraid to say so. Through all this, I still had to fight off the shame.

“Ga- head.” I heard, just like he had whispered when I’d walked in on him earlier. I stared at it, couldn’t move. I tried to pretend that I didn’t understand what he meant, what he actually wanted, trying desperately not to cross that line, but the line was so blurry now. I couldn’t even be sure I’d actually heard him right. I was simply afraid. Afraid my son would know that I wanted to touch him. To…To…….

I wasn’t sure that I was ready for my son to know the things I thought about; the dreams, the things I’d considered doing this last year or so. Even thought he lay there now presenting me his oversized boy-hood, I was afraid of what he might think of me if I were to let this go any further.

“ Mom.” I heard him say. It sounded like we were in a giant empty can. And the way my legs felt, that can was being tossed around by a rough sea. The sound of his voice echoed in my head.

“Yyyyyeah. . .” I answered without taking my eyes off his dick.

“Ga-head…” He says again.  Hopeful ― Encouraging ― Persistent.

I stepped closer, my eyes glued to his offering. I slowly sat down on the edge of his bed; my eyes locked on his big, fat cock as he waged it like a stick for an excited puppy. I was floating, in awe of everything that was happening. I just looked at it for a few long seconds; wondering what had come over me, what had come over us. I bit my lip softly anticipating what it would feel like in my hand; even what something that thick would feel like inside me. While I struggled with the thoughts going through my head and the desire that was quickly overcoming me, I saw my own hand reaching out for him. For the tiniest second, I thought it was someone else’s hand. I couldn’t seem to help it.

We both gasped as my fingertips touched the slippery head. I jerked my hand back as if it was too hot to touch. I shot a wide-eyed look at Brian as if something unexplainable had just happened and I wondered if he’d seen it too.

“It’s OK.” Brian tried to coax me on.

I looked up into his eyes, confused, unsure. I wanted to. I truly did, “But…”

I suppose he read the pleading in my eyes.

“Mom, it’s OK… …Ga-head… …do it… …Touch it…No one will know.”

“No one will know”, I repeated in my head. The words made me feel…

Naughty… Wicked … Excited!

I saw Brian slide his fingers down as far as they would go on his stiff cock. His last three fingers draping over his ball sack, while his thumb and index finger held tight around the base; buried in his thin patch of pubic hair.

It took no more persuading.

I let my fingers touch him again. I made tiny circles through the slimy sweetness that escaped his overexcited cock. I let them slide partway down his thick shaft and then I closed my fingers around it. Even my long fingers couldn’t close all the way around. His cock was rigid and extremely hot to the touch. As hot as my pussy was at that point, I’m sure. I steel rod wrapped in a warm soft blanket. I automatically began to slide my hand up and down; slowly, lovingly. I started to jerk off my son.

“I can’t believe this!” I purred to the room.

I got more comfortable with what I was doing and started to pump my hand with a little more enthusiasm; feeling, squeezing, twisting my hand.

Brian moaned and pushed up into my hand as I settled into a slow, unhurried rhythm of stroking his dick.

“You really want me to do this, huh?” I asked realizing how stupid the question was but I felt I needed to hear him say it. I needed to feel like I wasn’t just doing this to satisfy my own depraved needs.

“God yeah Mom!”

It felt heavy and hard but soft and smooth at the same time. I was shocked. I was doing it. After all the time of wondering about my son’s dick… …Here I was with it in my hand. I had never felt anything quite like it before. Both of us watched as my hand slid up and down its pudgy length. Up…and then… down as I gave my son a hand-job.

“Jesus Brian!” I whispered. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I really can’t”

I not only couldn’t believe I was actually giving my son a hand job but I couldn’t really believe he’d encouraged me to.

I eased my way up further onto the bed, never letting go of him. I heard myself saying, in a shaky voice, something a Mom shouldn’t be saying to her 17-year-old son, “Spread your legs a little for me.” I whispered.

I clumsily climbed between his legs and quickly settled in. I sat back; my legs underneath me, watching my hand. Up & down—Up & down… Up & down—Up & down…, slowly but firmly; getting to know it, the shape of it, the feel, watching the drops of slippery pre-cum dribble out and down to my fingers.

I glanced up at Brian every few seconds as I masturbated him. He looked fascinated and mystified at the same time, happily conflicted. His eyes bounced back and forth between my hand and my face.

“You’re pretty.” He told me softly.

I blushed and smiles.

I think he was doing the same thing I was doing… He was confirming that this incredible pleasure was indeed being dispensed… …by his Mom, just as I was visually verifying that it was Brian, my son, who’s meaty dick I actually had in my hand. This realization seemed to intensify to whole thing.

“I can’t believe this either Mom.”

I glanced up at him, smiled nervously again and gave his cock a gentle squeeze.

“I know.” Up & down—Up & down… “I had no idea that…Well…I just had no idea.”

“It’s so thick.” I cooed. “So big and…” I softly trailed off, as if someone might hear me saying such things to my son.

I found myself wondering if he’d found a girl who would do this to him. I wondered if he’d found one that could handle it; knew what to do with it. I had never had anything that thick inside me and doubted there were too many 15 or 16-year-old school girls that would be able to handle something like this or even be willing to give it a try.

“So… …Have you ever……You know…” I whispered.

I felt like a little girl, like maybe I should just write him a note and have him circle “Yes” or “No”. He looked a little confused.

“Ever what?”

“Ever…Fucked anyone with this?” I blatantly asked. Up & down—Up & down… a tiny bit faster.

I think hearing me say that shocked us both. I felt Brian push up into my hand a little and groan.

“Mom!”

I felt his cock pulse and twitch in my hand. It felt like it got a little bit harder if that was possible. I captured some of the pre-cum oozing out with my thumb, and smeared it along his shaft as I stroked him.

“Have you?” I persisted as I slowly worked his dick.

“No.”

“Why not?” Up & down—Up & down…Twisting a little as I did it.

“She. . . . wouldn’t do it.” He told me as his eyes continued to bounce back and forth from my face to what I was doing to him.

“Jenny?”

“Um, huh.”

“How come?” I squeezed his fat dick a little tighter and softly turned my hand a little as it moved over my son’s cock. Up & down… Up & down…Around & Up & down. Pre-cum poured from his piss slit in a steady stream now. My hand slid easily over his thickness.

“She said it was too big.” He told me shyly.

“It IS big…” I whispered.

“Is it….TOO big.” he asked softly, surprising me a little with the question.

“For some people I guess.”

Then he shocked me even more.

“How ‘bout you? Is it too big for you?

Up & Down ― Up & down ― Up, I stopped for a second and gave it some thought.

“I don’t know.” I told him honesty; just above a whisper.

“I’ve never had anything this big in me.”

I was a little surprised that I was talking to him so freely but after all, I was giving him a hand-job so there was no real need for coyness now. I was feeling remarkably more comfortable with everything the more I stroked him.

I felt Brian push up into my hand more often now. A small growling sound came from deep in his chest every once-in-a-while.

“God that feels good Mom! Better than I’ve ever imagined.”

“You’ve imagined this?” I knew he had; that’s what he was doing when I’d walked in on him.

“Yeah, lots of times.” He told me boldly.

I liked that he was so forthcoming; more comfortable.

“Me giving you a hand-job?”

“Uh-huh.”

I was trying to get him to tell me if he had imagined me doing anything else but he didn’t grab for that ring.

I pushed Brian’s legs a little further apart with my knees and worked my way up as close to his beautiful cock as I could get. I leaned forward; bracing myself on one hand and hovered over him; looking straight down over his cock. I could see the true thickness of it now, its true girth. I leaned my head down bringing my face to within just a few inches of him. I could smell him. I felt him lift his ass up off the bed a tiny bit, almost bringing the tip of his dick right up to my lips.

I heard him whisper, “Ohmygod, yes!” in a voice so low I didn’t think I was meant to hear it.

{I assumed he figured he was about to get a blow job from his Mom. I wasn’t really intending on letting it go that far but then again, I had no intentions of giving my son a hand job when I woke up this morning either.}

I let some spit… {And there was plenty now. My mouth was watering.} I let some spit slip past my lips and cover the head of his dick. I slid my hand through it and started to spread it all over his cock along with his pre-cum. I felt his body tighten a little as he absorbed the feeling.

“I’m gunna get it nice and wet…” I whispered.

We both moaned when my hand started making that swishy, wet sound on his dick.

“Ummm, there we go.” I cooed under my breath and spit on it some more.

I leaned back on my legs again, working my hand a little faster now. I let the fingernails of my other hand trace a path up his thigh to the thin patch of pubic hair above his dick. It was so soft as I ran my fingernails through it. I brought my hand to rest on his hip. The muscles in his leg were hard and defined. My son was tense and in good shape.

I pumped it. Up & down— Up & down ― Up & down…

I couldn’t believe how much I was getting into this. I let a little more spit cover the head of his cock and rubbed it in as we both watched.

Up & down— Up & down ― Up & down.

“You’re so hard.” I stated the obvious as I watched my hand moving. His cock made my hand look small. I could feel it throbbing more now as I worked it. I couldn’t wait to see him cum.

I shouldn’t have been surprised at the amount of pleasure that I was getting from doing this to him. It had been a long, long time since I’d done this. I used to love to touch and feel his father’s dick. I did it a lot. Sitting on the couch watching TV, in the car, {It didn’t matter who was driving} under the table sometimes at restaurants, in his office a few times, even at my job once.

He had surprised me for lunch one day and I had surprised him with a blowjob in my office. It was fun and exciting… …But nothing like THIS. Those things were merely frowned upon by Society, what I was doing now was forbidden, immoral and just plain wrong.

“You like to watch too, don’t you?” I cooed softly.

He was up on his elbows watching every move I made. He shook his head and grunted. “Uh-huh.”

I was long past trying to suppress the feeling, trying to make moral sense of it all, trying to convince myself that I shouldn’t be doing this. It was wrong. I knew damned well it was wrong. I just didn’t seem to care.

“No one will know?” I kept telling myself. I let myself really enjoy what I was doing.

Playing with myself was the closest thing to a ‘sexual act’ that I’d done for some time. I was really feeling the desire now, the raw lust.

The fact that Brian was getting so much pleasure from it only motivated me more. It made me feel good to give him so much pleasure.

Brian was starting to have a hard time lying still. He became more vocal and more… …enthusiastic… …as he watched me.

“Oh God Mom! Jezz! This is awesome!” He mumbled while he squirmed around. “Are you going to stop?”

I looked at him. That seemed such an odd question. I had no idea what he meant.

“I mean, are you gunna do it ‘til I…’til I…”

“Until you cum?”

He shook his head; a series of little jerks of his head.

“You want me to, don’t you?”

“God yes!” He says to me.“This is what I was thinking about… …before… …when you…walked in…”

I smiled—Up & down—Up & down—Up & down… loving the way he felt in my hand, pleased with his honesty. The longer this went on, the more comfortable we both got; the better it was.

“Ya know…” He started but then fell silent as he watched my hand sliding in the wetness of my spit and the pre-cum on his cock—Up & down—Up & down—Up & down.

“What?” I egged him on.

“I thought about this a lot.” He confessed shyly as his back-side made small circles on his bed.

It was so sweet. I almost giggled. I didn’t mind at all that he’d thought about me doing this to him. It made me feel desirable. It made me feel like I was, in effect, able to fulfill someone’s fantasy again. Someone was lusting over me and it made me feel great.

And the feeling was going right to my pussy. I was getting soaked and I badly wanted some attention. I kept looking at the fat cock in my hand, wondering how it would feel inside me, wondering if it would even fit in me, imagining what I would have to do to make it fit. I’d never had anything that big inside me. I was used to my husband’s small dick and a six inch vibrator I’d gotten a long time ago.

I considered how much Brian might like it if I were to actually let it go that far.

My hand moved steady, Up—Down— Up—Down… A little faster. I was getting into it even more now. I was looking forward to making my son cum and knew it wouldn’t be that long. I was amazed he’d lasted this long.

“Oh Mom! Mom?” Brian grunted. “Oh jeez… Yeah, that’s it! Oh my god!!!”

His excitement and enthusiasm made me start to jerk him off faster. I sucked my bottom lip in and watched my hand working him. Brian didn’t know what to do. He was shifting his ass around the bed, grabbing at the bedspread, moaning and starting sentences but not finishing them.

“Mom, that………”

“Oh, I never………”

“I think I………”

I felt his stomach tighten as I rested my hand on it lightly to steady him.

“You gunna cum Baby?” I asked.

“Oh yeah Mom! God yeah! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop! You’re gunna make me do it!!! Don’t stop!!!” he cried out as he threw his head back onto the pillow and grabbed at his thighs.

I was so into the hand-job I was giving my son; I couldn’t remember ever being so excited. “I’m gunna make him cum!” I kept saying to myself. “He WANTS me to make him cum!” Up—Down, Up—Down, Up—Down, Up—Down, faster.

Then… …I got this overwhelming urge.

I remember my husband absolutely loved it when I gave him a blow job. The slower the better, he liked it. His favorite, and I think mine too, were the times we were going out on the town or to a party and we were all dressed up nice; him in his best suit and me in a low-cut, sheer gown that showed off my tits or in one of my short revealing dresses that showed a lot of leg.

I would tease him as I got dressed and put my make-up on, saying

things like, “I’m going to give you a nice slow blow job in the car on the way to the party”. Or once we got there I would tell him. “I’m going to the ladies room to fix my lipstick”. He knew what that meant. If he met me, and we could find a reasonably safe place, I would pull his dick right through his open fly and suck it for him with a fresh coat of lipstick on my lips. I loved leaving my red lip prints all over his dick.

Sometimes I was so into it that I really didn’t care if someone saw us or not. Sometimes I even fantasized that someone was watching. Usually I blew him until he came in my mouth and I’d just swallowed it. I’d kiss it and then slip it back into his pants. He loved that.

I missed that feeling of excitement and adventure. I missed the taste and feel of cum in my mouth.

I didn’t what to miss it anymore.

“Happy birthday baby.” I whispered to my son, then as I lowered my head, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the tip of my son’s throbbing cock.

It really took him my surprise.

“OH MY GOD YES!!! OH GOD! OH GOD MOM! THAT’S IT! DO THAT!!! DO IT!!! BLOW ME FOR REAL!!!!” Brian all but screamed as he thrashed on the bed.

It was obvious he’d thought about me blowing him as well.

His legs went out stiff and straight on either side of me as he pulled at the blanket beneath him. He was beginning to jerk his hips a little more and lift his ass up off the bed as I tried to fit more of his cock in my mouth. I slid my hand up a little more on his stomach trying to settle him some, pushing down gently trying to keep him in place so that he could cum in my mouth.

“You’re blowing me! You’re blowing me Mom! You’re blowing me!” he kept saying.

“Um-hum…” I moaned around the plump head of his cock.

I sucked on it and let my tongue swirl around it as I continues jerked him off.

I heard myself moan, “Um— Um— Um— Um—…” with each stroke as I tried to fit more of his cock in my mouth; waiting for him to cum so I could taste it; feel it in my mouth.

It took less than a minute before I felt his cock pulsate and twitch in my hand. It felt like his dick was trying to catch its breath. With a few more strokes, his cock exploded in my mouth. It was thick and salty and a lot of it. “Umh!” I almost choked.

His cum shot down my throat. It came with such force it almost gagged me. I pulled back a little as more shot into my mouth. I couldn’t believe it. Another blast ― Between the fat head of his cock and the amount of cum, my mouth was full. I swallowed hard. I loved it. I pulled back a little more, trying to seal just my pouty lips over the very tip of it as more shot in my mouth.

I had to swallow again. I moaned my pleasure and surprise with each rope of hot cum that I tasted.

I wasn’t used to this. My husband had never cum so much. Although they were powerful, three or four thin spurts was all I’d ever managed to get out of my husband. I’d suck the last few drops out of his small dick, swallow it and we were done. I’d never experienced anything like this.

“So much!” I thought as more cum gushed into my mouth.

“OH-MY-GOD! YOU’RE DOING IT—YOU’RE SWALLOWING IT!!!!” Brian shrieked with amazement and utter delight. He all but opened the window and screamed it out to the neighbors.

I was doing the best I could to handle this assault of hot, thick cum but it came too fast and too much. It was so thick and gooey. I couldn’t swallow all of it. Between Brian squirming around and me stroking his dick, I was having a hard time keeping my lips sealed over his cum hole. Some poured out of the corners of my mouth, some just shot out wildly as I stroked him.

“OH GOD!— OH GOD!— OH GOD! …” Brian laid stiff as a board now on the bed as I finished making him cum.

It would seem that neither of us had experienced anything quite like this before.

I leaned back so I could see it. I pumped and jerked. I didn’t know where it was all coming from but cum was flying everywhere now. Another thick white rope grazed my cheek and sprayed my hair. I covered the tip with my lips again just in time to catch the next gooey load. When I pulled my mouth away to swallow it; more blasted all over my nose and cheek. I continued to pump his cock feverishly. I loved the way his hot thick cum felt on my face.

“OH YEAH MOM!!!”  I heard my son through the frenzy.

“Umm, umm!” I moaned in the heat of the moment.

More cum splashed over my lips and dripped off my chin

“DON’T STOP! DON’T STOP MOM! DON’T STOP!”

I had no intention of stopping until he was done.

I’m not sure who was getting more pleasure from this incestuous act; him or me.

I felt my pussy twitching; constricting tight and then releasing, pounding. It did this, over and over again as I milked my son’s balls. I could feel the wetness in my panties as they rubbed over my swollen clit. I slowly ground my thighs together with every stroke of my hand. My clit swelled like a grape and throbbed between my legs. I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my clit and deep in my pussy. I couldn’t believe it. Doing this to Brian, was actually making ME cum.

“Umm, Jesus Brian…” I cooed as if I were in a dream; stroking my son’s dick, rubbing his spurting cockhead all over my pouty lips as cum poured out.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…” I sighed with my open mouth poised over Brian’s dick. I few smaller spurts squirted onto my tongue. I swallowed again and then took his cock back in my mouth hoping for even more.

“Mmmmmmmm…” I moaned as I took as much of his big dick in my mouth as I could and sucked the last few globs of thick, gooey cum out of my son.

“HOLY SHIT!!!” Brian groaned as his head fell back.

I closed my eyes and squeezed my thighs together as tight as I could. I tried to hold off my impending orgasm. I figured I’d relieve myself in the privacy of my room but the feel of Brian’s cock in my hand and in my mouth, the feel and taste of his cum and the pressure on my clit was overwhelming. I could feel my running shorts getting wetter and wetter as my pussy surged.

I had never cum like that before and without me or someone actually touching my pussy. I felt my whole body tense as I sucked hard on my son’s cock. I squeezed my thighs together as tight as I could and rocked back and forth on my feet.

“Oh Jesus…” I sucked in a deep breath as my own orgasm gripped me and held me like vise.

“Ooooooooo Yeahhhhhhhh…” I sighed quietly and licked my lips as I held his fat dick in my hand and surrendered to the feeling.

I’d made my son cum and now I was too. I looked up at Brian shamelessly; adding to the lustful bliss of orgasm. I saw that he was watching me with great pleasure and delight as his mother gave in to the longing.

I rocked back and forth, not trying to hide it. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and gently held my son’s cock in both hands; sliding my fingers through the mess. All I thought about was how it felt in my hands and how he was watching me as I caressed it and smeared his thick cum all over it.

My hips slid back and forth as if I was sitting on a nice stiff prick. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and tasted the salty gooeyness that had come from my son. I felt hot, slutty……fantastic. I let my tongue sweep across my chin and over my upper lip gathering what cum I could.

“Oh ― my ― God!” I cried as I brought my chin to my chest, stared at Brian’s sloppy dick and my hands on it as I squeezed my thighs together hard. I cut my eyes up at Brian. Making the connection— I began to quiver as I looked my son in the eyes and held his cock in my trembling hands. Simply put; I was glad it was Brian, excited that it was indeed my son that I was doing this with.

“ Briannnnnnnnnn…” I cooed as I rolled my ass, putting as much friction on my clit as I could while I rocked. It was all I could do not to tear my shorts and panties off and try to cram my son’s cock into my soaked coochie. {Had he not cum already and I had not been in the thralls of climatic bliss, I might have considered it more.} As I quivered and quaked, my hot pussy exploded again, filling me with a feeling that I can honestly say, I can’t describe.

My legs shook… …My ass jerked uncontrollably… You would have thought I was having a seizure. …And then, I let go of Brian’s dick, grabbed his hips for support and slammed my eyes closed as a slow, steady stream of liquid pleasure poured into my panties. It was a long, deep, intense orgasm that seemed to go on and on. I was oblivious to everything except my pussy. A low steady growl rose up from somewhere deep inside of me and filled the room as my orgasm swept through me.

It was amazing. To think that what I was doing to my son could make me feel like this.

When my orgasm had finally subsided and my head began to clear, I heard Brian talking to me.

“Mom…Mom. You OK?”

“Ummmmm-hummmm.” I slowly answered.

I realized that Brian’s body was more relaxed now. I filled my hands with his cock and immediately felt that it had lost a great deal of its firmness and girth but still felt wonderful in my hands. I knew we were done, for all practical purposes, but I lowered my head and took the plump head of his dick in my mouth again anyway and lovingly sucked on it.

“Oh God” Brian groaned. “You look so hot doing that.” He told me.

“I mean you look hot anyway. . . . . .even when you’re not, I mean.”

I pulled my mouth off him, “I know what you mean Sweetie ―It’s OK― Thanks.” I twirled my tongue around him and took him back in my mouth.  

I was pleased to hear my son say that to me. It was nice to know.

Brian raised up a little, trying to push a little more of his cock past my lips. I eagerly sucked what I could fit in my mouth. I could only take a few inches before I raised my head letting his slippery dick briefly slide out of my mouth.

“It’s a lot to swallow.” I told him with a smile then rolled my tongue over and around his soft head a few times before I tried again.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took as much as I could. I could feel it reaching for the back of my throat but was just to thick to get there. I gagged a little and eased up a bit, relaxed my throat and then, holding his dick at its’ base with my fingers, I tried again. I swallowed more of it this time. It was quite a bit softer now and easier to fit in my mouth.

I used to do this to his father all the time after he’d cum. But with his father, it was much easier. His entire dick fit in my mouth easily. I loved the feel of my tongue sloshing his soft little dick in my mouth. This was different; perhaps even better ― Certainly more erotic.

The feel of it in my mouth made me once again wonder what it would feel like in my pussy. I couldn’t help but let a quiet sigh escape from around his cock. I slipped it out of my mouth and kissed it. Brian seemed to really like that.

“God Mom, that feels awesome. You look like you really like doing that too.”

I looked up from between his legs, “I do Honey. I miss doing this……

a lot.” and with that said, I opened my mouth and lowered my head again.

I tried to fill my mouth again. Even though it so much softer now, I was amazed that I had actually gotten most so much of it in my mouth. I felt Brian push up into me and after a minute or so of almost ‘Deep-throating’ my son, I let it slide out of my mouth and began licking it, kissing it all over and licking the cum off his slippery balls as well as I smeared the cum all over my face with the tip of his dick. I was acting like a total slut, but it made me feel exhilarated, so hot and bothered, so naughty that I didn’t want to stop. And Brian seemed more than happy with me efforts.

“Holy shit!” I heard him confirm as I licked and sucked him clean.

“This is awesome.” he tells me. It made me want to do it even more.

I know the shame should have come flooding in. I waited for the feeling of dread and regret to take over. But as I knelt there between my son’s legs rubbing his soft, smooth cock head over my lips and holding his lovely balls in my hand… …all I felt was the lust and a need to just “Fuck”.

“God Mom, that was amazing.” I heard him say.

I pulled his dick away from my face and looked up at Brian; his cum all over my face and in my hair. He was staring at me. I smiled and kissed the tip of his cock as I looked into his eyes before finally letting it drop limply onto his thigh.

“This wasn’t quite what I was expecting to give you for your birthday Honey.” I told him as I crawled out from between his legs and got up off the bed. I picked up his pajama bottoms off the floor and wiped my face and hands.

“Huh, funny, cuz that’s kinda what I was wishing for.” He said with a big happy smile on his face and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“I’m not sure what came over me Brian.”

“Me either but I’m really glad it did. That was the coolest thing ever. ” He declared as he stood up.

“I’m glad you liked it so much.”

“LIKED IT? It was better then I ever imagined it would be.”

“You’ve thought about this a lot, have you?”

He looked at the floor kinda shyly. “Well, yeah… …Pretty much I guess.” He confessed.

“Well, as it turns out… …I liked doing it for you too.” I told him quite bluntly.

I think that might have been rather obvious considering the way I had cum in front of him while I lapped up all his cum; not to mention that my running shorts were now visibly soaked through in the crotch.

“I mean, after all…It IS your birthday.” I told him, trying to sound as normal as I could after what had just happened.

“You can’t tell anyone.” I told him.

“No one?” He questioned. “Not even Johnny?”

Johnny was his best friend. He was on the school football team with Brian. He was a year ahead of Brian and came over to the house all the time.

“Why would you want to tell Johnny?”

“Because he’d flip out.”

“I’m sure he would. Anybody would.”

“No, I mean…He’d be jealous.”

“Jealous? Why?”

“Well…”

He was hesitant. I furrowed my brow and cocked my head at him.

“He talks about it a lot.” Brian said somewhat reluctantly.

“He?”

“Well, us.” He confessed. “WE talk about it a lot.” He amended.

“What exactly do the two of you talk ABOUT?”

“Well ― About you.”

“What about ME?”

He’d gotten me pretty curious and maybe a bit concerned.

“About how pretty you are and stuff…”

“And what STUFF?”

“You know ― About doing stuff with you.” He told me shyly as he scratched his head. He looked like he was sorry he’d said anything in the first place.

“No, I don’t know Brian. What kind of ‘Stuff’?”

He took a few seconds, “This kinda stuff.” He says and points between his legs.

“You and Johnny talk about me giving you guys ‘BLOW JOBS’!” I was shocked. “I’m your mother…” I told him and instantly realized the stupidity of the statement.

“I mean…” Now I took a few seconds. “I mean, it never occurred to me that that would be something you and Johnny would TALK about.”

Brian shrugged his shoulders and threw his hands up.

I just had to ask, “Would he ever let HIS mother… …do something like that to HIM?”

“He told me he would if he had a mom that looked like you.” My son said it with a certain measure of pride.

“Well, never-the-less Brian, you can’t tell anyone, especially Johnny. I have to see him all the time. It’s bad enough that he THINKS about me doing that kinda stuff. I’d feel uncomfortable if he knew I really did it to YOU. God knows who he might tell or what he might expect. Nobody can know.” I explained. “Understand?”

“Yeah, OK.” Then he looked in my eyes, “You’re not sorry, are you?”

“Honestly? No, not at all.” I assured him with a smile. “And I don’t want you MAKING me sorry either Brian.” I solemnly added.

I explained how if it were to get out that I had given my son a blow job that I would get into some serious trouble.

You don’t want to wind-up in a foster home where they make you do all the chores and won’t let you go to the Ball. As far as UI know…You don’t have a fairy-god-mother.” I told him halfheartedly.

“I don’t know about that.” He told me with a huge smile covering his face. “Considering what I got for my birthday, I think I might have a fairy-god-mother with a childless sister.” He added with a mocked sincerity.

“Well, regardless, This will have to be our little secret.” I told him.

Then as if I hadn’t been surprised enough that morning, Brian looked at me with a twinkle in his handsome dark eyes and asked me sheepishly, “Is there anything I can do for you Mom that you might like?”

I have to admit, even after all that had happened that morning I was still a little taken back to hear such an offer by my son.

“Like… …what?” I asked a little apprehensively; not wanting to jump to any conclusions. I was pretty curious about what he might be thinking.

“I don’t know…” He said with a shrug of his shoulders and a boyish smile.

A moment ago all I really had in mind was going to my room and, reliving the experience while I pleasured myself in my shower. My son’s ambitious offer made me very aware of my wet pussy again.

I glanced up and down his fit, young, naked body, lingering at the oversized thing that hung between his legs; still wet and shiny from the blow-job I’d given him.

“Let me get cleaned up…” I told him with a wet crotch and cum on my sports bra and in my hair. I was still a little apprehensive but I said it with a smile as the idea of another encounter started to fill my thoughts.

I turned and looked at him over my shoulder as I left his room,

“I’ll leave my door open.”

I don’t think either one of us was exactly sure how all of that had happened so quickly but it seemed to me that he was certainly OK with the progression of things and obviously interested in doing it again.

I found that very sweet and thoughtful. Most guys, most men, would’ve been done right after they came but he wanted to know if there was anything he could do for ME before the encounter ended. How sweet.

Looking back on it now, I’m amazed at how fast we both became so comfortable with such a rigidly forbidden and secretive act as “Incest”.