That moment when you check tumblr only to find that the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever had the pleasure of taking to bed has reblogged a ton of strap-on photos and you just can’t do anything but think about how fucking much you want to do this to her and it forces you to stay in bed for the duration of three shudderingly intense orgasms that are usually difficult for you to accomplish on your own even once.
I should have let go. Right that second, I should have taken my hand away, put my top back on, and headed upstairs. But that’s not what I did.
“Are you all finished, or do you want to cum again?” I asked as if it was a perfectly normal question for a mother to pose to her son.
“Do you want to do it yourself,” my mouth was running ahead of my brain again, “or would you like me to do it for you?” I gave him a couple more easy pulls.
“My arm is kinda tired, now that I think about it.” He gave me a sly smirk.
I began stroking him up and down. “It’s been a while since I’ve given a boy a handjob, so let me know if I’m doing it right.”
“I will, Mom.”
I massaged his cock in my hand, exploring each contour, feeling the virile power in his straining manhood. His sensitive skin slid like a silken sheath beneath my grip. I could feel the ringed ridges of his shaft, and the pulse of hot blood filling every pubescent vein. The edge of his mushroom head met my hand at the top of each stroke, and the soft flesh of his scrotum caressed the heel of my fist with each down stroke. But it was the look of pure ecstasy on my little boy’s face that gave me the most satisfaction.
“How’s that?” I asked even though the answer was apparent.
“Your hands are so soft…” he whimpered dreamily.
“And you don’t think it’s creepy that your mother is jerking you off right now?”
“You’re the best mom in the world…”
Maybe I was certifiably crazy, but I couldn’t think of a time that I felt more contented and loved. I leaned down and let a long trail of saliva dribble from between my lips and land directly on his beautiful cock. Only a few inches lower and I could have taken him into my mouth, but I sat up straight and didn’t let myself get carried away. I was already well beyond where I had decided I was willing to go with him. I had convinced myself that looking was okay, but that touching was out of bounds. I smeared my spit around his shaft, and then added a little more to make sure it was good and slick.
Clearly jacking off my son was inappropriate, but how bad was it when you really think about it? I mean he and I touched all the time without it being a crime. Was it really so different from running my fingers through his hair, holding his hand, or giving him a nice hug? Of course it was, but I wasn’t about to admit that to myself.
“You have such a nice penis,” I admired proudly. “So perfect and hard.”
“I’m glad you like it, Mom,” he murmured with a chuckle.
“And your balls are just so cute.” I ran my hand down and permitted myself to fondle them for a few indulgent seconds. They really were adorable.
“I can’t believe you’re really doing this,” Nick breathed.
“That makes two of us.”
By the way he was moving his hips I could tell he wanted me to go faster, but I wanted to make this last. I also wanted him to know the pleasure of delayed gratification. I knew how good it felt to just go at yourself like wild and get off as quickly as possible, but as a mature woman I also knew the benefits of taking things slow and drawing out the pleasure.
My tits where sitting outside my top, they just jiggled with each stroke I gave his cock. It felt amazing to be so open and uninhibited with my body. Even with my husband after all these years together I could still get self-conscious about being exposed in front of him. With Nick it was unexpectedly different. It was like we were connected in a deeper way that defied the fear of being judged or evaluated. I knew that he would accept me as I was, just like I would love him no matter what. This unconditionally security with each other was unlike anything I’d experienced with any other person in my life.
A frothy foam of pre-cum was gathering at the tip of my son’s cock. Without any hesitation I circled the head of his leaking dick around one of my nipples. The soft touch of his engorged cap against my aroused nub evoked a giggle of delight from me. He groaned and arched his back, trying to press himself further. I slapped his prick against my other nipple, enjoying the sharp sensation each strike elicited.
“Holy shit, Mom, that’s so fucking good,” he sputtered as his eyes rolled with delirious bliss. “So fucking good…”
“I guess I haven’t lost my touch,” I replied and picked up the pace. “You ready to cum yet? Is my big boy ready to shoot another big load of cum?”
I toyed with his balls using my free hand, and jacked him faster. “I want to see this big cock cum. I want to make my boy squirt all over himself. Come on, Nick, do you want to cum for Mommy?”
“Show me that cum, baby! Cum for Mommy!”
“Yes! Oh, yes! I’m cumming…!”
I pumped steadily at his flaring hard-on, and with a final contraction I watched him erupt in my hand. The cum flooded out of his cock in a spasm of delight and oozed thickly down over my knuckles. With his head thrown back into his pillow he let out a continuous series of moans and grunts of satisfaction. The wet warmness of his fresh spunk trickled along my fingers. I was tingling all over, especially between my legs.
Oh Jesus yes