HOW I KEPT MY SON FROM HOGGING THE BATHROOM by FrameByFrame

Corey was growing fast, and was already about 5’10” tall before he even made it to high school, with a pretty athletic build. The summer before Corey entered high school, he started doing something that was extremely annoying….he’d lock himself in the bathroom for 20-30 minutes at a time, and take showers that lasted close to an hour. Every time I needed to use the toilet, or get ready for work, or take a shower, the door would be locked. Corey was a normal teenager, so I knew he was masturbating in there, since – like every other teenage boy in the world – his prick was almost always hard. He usually wore baggy gym shorts around the house, and I could often see the outline of his cock dangling down one side of his shorts. When his dick got hard, it would press against the thin material of his shorts, creating a little ‘tent’ and making a clear outline of the whole shaft and even the ridge around the mushroom tip. I smiled to myself whenever I noticed this, because he had a beautiful, big cock….bigger than most his age….something he clearly got from his father.

I decided I needed to have a conversation with him to see how we could free up the bathroom so both of us could use it. So, one day after dinner, Corey and I were clearing the plates and putting things up in the kitchen when I brought up the topic of hogging the bathroom.

I stumbled a bit at first, but eventually said, “Corey, we need to figure out how to get you out of the bathroom….you’re in there all the time, which means I can’t use it when I need to. It’s made me late for work several times recently.”

He said, “Mom, it’s the only place where I can get any privacy in this apartment. We’re always on top of each other.”

I said, “Listen, Corey, I know what you’re doing in there. And it’s absolutely normal for you to be doing that. I see your morning woods, and I notice that your dick gets hard sometimes for no reason, and you need to jerk off or you’ll go crazy. I totally get it! But we need to come up with a way that doesn’t tie up the bathroom for half an hour every time you get an erection.”

Corey turned red with embarrassment, moaning, “Moooommmm…..you’ve got to be kidding! I can’t believe you’re saying that to me!”

I smiled gently and said, “Ok, Corey, let’s think about this…..how about if every time you get a hard-on, you come to me and let me take care of it for you? That way you get the relief you need, and the bathroom is still available for both of us to use.”

Corey’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes got huge…”Are you serious, mom? Anytime I get an erection?”

I nodded and said, “I think that would be best for both of us, don’t you?”

“Absolutely!” Corey said, warming to the idea. He suddenly got a huge grin on his face and used one hand to pull the front of his gym shorts down, allowing his hard dick to flop out, sticking straight out from his torso and swaying back and forth in front of me. He said, “How about right now?”

I laughed, getting my first good look at his impressive cock, and said, “Sure….why not.”

I reached over and wrapped my hand around his already stiff pole and began gently stroking it, silently appreciating its beauty and size. His big, mushroom head sat majestically atop his thick, 9” shaft and I was kind of mesmerized as I ran my hand up and down its entire length.

With my hand still wrapped around his prick, I led him over to the kitchen table and sat down in one of the chairs, which put me face-level with his raging hard-on. I changed grips and began jerking his cock in earnest, focusing extra attention on his big, bulbous tip, while he stood in front of my with his eyes closed and his hands on his hips. I chuckled softly to myself as I watched him clearly enjoying the first of many handjobs he was going to get from his mother.

With his head tilted back, he moaned his pleasure as he gently rocked his hips into my pumping fist. In no time at all, it was clear he was about to cum, so I placed my lips around the tip of his cock just before he exploded into my mouth. I kept jerking his shaft as he moaned and rocked his hips into each stroke, blasting rope after rope of cum against the back of my throat. I swallowed his load and, with my lips still wrapped around the head of his dick, pulled out the last few drops of cum from his nutsack, before using my tongue to lick them away.

I pulled his still hard prick from my mouth and continued to gently stroke it as I looked up into his eyes with a smile.

“So….how was that?” I asked with a mischievous smile.

“Holy shit, mom….that was fantastic!” he exclaimed. “And we get to do this every time I get a hard-on? This is going to be amazing!”

I laughed and released his dick, watching it dangle in front of him…still semi-hard and sticking out from his torso, but bending down in a beautiful arc, the tip pointing at the floor. “Yep. Anytime you get an erection.”

This scene repeated itself about 6 to 8 times each day, as I suspected it would. After about the third time I jerked him off, Corey got bold and started squeezing my tits while I stroked or blew him. Even for being in my mid-30’s, I had a nice shape, with big, 36D tits, and Corey loved to play with them. It didn’t matter where I was, or what I was doing, Corey would find me….his raging hard-on bouncing out in front of him as he approached….then he’d shove it into my face for a blowjob or handjob. While I jerked or sucked his cock, Corey would pull my shirt over my head, releasing my big boobs so he could squeeze and slap them, until he erupted into my mouth, or spewed cum all over my swaying breasts.

I knew Corey would take full advantage of my offer, but I had not anticipated the constancy of his erections, nor the crazy situations he’d create. Many times I’d be sitting on the toilet peeing, when Corey would come into the bathroom and stick his stiff prick into my mouth for a blowjob. So, I’d be sitting on the toilet, pushing pee out between my legs, while sucking Corey’s cock and swallowing his cum.

Corey had no filter when it came to when he wanted a handjob or blowjob. Even while I was sitting on the sofa talking on the phone, he’d step over to where I was sitting and pull his shorts down to his knees. His erection would flop out of his shorts, slapping me in the face. Then he’d stand there while I stroked his shaft and sucked on the tip of his dick in between my phone conversation, until he finally spewed his gooey load down my throat. Explaining the odd noises on my end of the phone to whoever I was talking to was always a challenge….but, as far as I know, I managed to pull it off.

It wasn’t just at home, either. I drove Corey to school every morning, dropping him off in the school parking lot before heading to work. Even though I woke him up with a handjob every morning before breakfast, he always had a hard-on by the time we got to the school parking lot. So it became pretty common for him to unzip his pants and pull out his stiff prick on the way to school, slowly stroking it with one hand, until we pulled into the school parking lot. Then, I’d look around to see if anyone was nearby before leaning over and sucking his cock into my mouth. Corey would lean the car seat back slightly, close his eyes, and put his hand on the back of my head as I slid my mouth up and down on his shaft until he splashed his second orgasm of the day against the back of my throat.

One day when I checked for anyone nearby, I noticed one of Corey’s friends sitting in a car about six spaces away. He was just sitting there with his eyes closed, so I figured he was just resting before heading into class and I could give Corey his blowjob without getting noticed. I sucked and stroked Corey’s stiff rod until he emptied a warm, sticky load of cum into my mouth. As I tucked his still semi-hard shaft back into his slacks and zipped him up, I glanced over to check on his friend again who was sitting in his car. He was still sitting there with his eyes closed, so I knew we had not been noticed. Corey climbed out of the car and headed for class, but for some reason I continued watching his friend in the nearby car. As I watched, I saw him make a face and go rigid for a moment, then relax with a wide grin on his face. As I continued to watch, I saw a head suddenly pop up from his lap, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. With a start, I realized Corey’s friend was getting a blowjob from his mother, too. I knew Kristy from the neighborhood, although not well, but I liked knowing that I wasn’t the only mother helping her son with his constant erections.

Our eyes met briefly through the car windows, even though we were several parking spaces away from each other, and as her son climbed out of the car she smiled sheepishly and shrugged her shoulders. I gave a little wave and nodded back at her with my own “I totally get it” smile.

After I thought about it for a minute, I climbed out of my car and walked over to Kristy’s before she drove away.

Still a bit red from embarrassment, she rolled down her window as I approached. I said, “Hi, Kristy. I know this was kind of weird, so I just wanted to say “hi” before you drove off.”

Kristy said, “Oh, Anne, I’m so embarrassed. This parking lot is usually empty this time of the morning, so no one has ever been around to see that.”

I said, “I know. I thought the same thing when I pulled in with Corey. I always wondered if I was the only mother dealing with my son’s constant erections. It’s kind of nice to know I’m not alone.”

Kristy laughed and said, “Nope. Rick’s dick is always hard and needs constant attention. He’s already come twice this morning, and he STILL wanted a blowjob in the car before going to class.”

We both laughed at that, and then I got an idea. I said, “Hey, listen, Kristy….let’s play hookie today. I have some wine in the fridge at my place. We can have a few glasses and chill….what do you think? I could definitely use the break.”

“Sounds fantastic. Let’s do it.”

We drove to my place, kicked off our shoes, loosened our blouses, and pulled a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator. We sat on the sofa in the living room and after several glasses of wine we were both a bit tipsy and the topic turned to giving our sons handjobs and blowjobs.

Kristy said, “Have you let Corey fuck you yet?”

I said, “No, he just plays with my tits while I stroke him or suck him. But I have to admit, I’ve thought about it….it just seems like that is taking it too far.”

Kristy said, “Yeah, I haven’t let Rick fuck me yet, either, although it’s not for lack of his asking.”

I nodded and added, “Shit…between work and raising Corey, I haven’t been dating in forever, and I haven’t had a good orgasm in ages. I enjoy the ones I give myself when I rub one out or use a dildo, but it’s just not the same.”

Kristy laughed in agreement, “Right? And with Rick in the apartment, it’s hard to really feel comfortable enough to rub out a good one, anyway.”

The wine was kicking in big time, and I took the empty wine bottle and playfully acted like I was going to shove it into my pussy. Kristy, who was also pretty smashed, started laughing and said, “No, no, no….don’t use the bottle…I’ll give you an orgasm.” And, before I really had time to think about it, she had pushed my legs apart, leaned forward on the sofa and pushed my panties to the side of my pussy. She started licking my pussy lips, then running her tongue along my vagina slit, then began sucking and nibbling my clitoris. Though caught by surprise, the haze of the wine and the topic of our conversation combined to loosen me up and I leaned back, closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the warm sensations radiating up from my pussy. Still licking and nibbling my clit with her mouth, Kristy slipped two fingers into my exposed vagina, and used her other hand to open my blouse and push my bra up to my chin. Her fingers massaged my big boobs and pinched my nipples, sending electric jolts of pleasure back and forth between my clit and my nipples.

With my eyes closed and my head leaning against the back of the couch, I murmured, “Holy shit, Kristy…that feels amazing.”

Almost without warning, a delicious, overwhelming orgasm rocked my body, causing my legs to tremble on either side of Krity’s head. She softened the pressure of her tongue on my clit as I rode the wave of my climax to completion.

When my orgasm had waned, I open my eyes and looked at Kristy with a smile. “That blew my mind! You seemed to really know what you were doing.”

Kristy, still tipsy, smiled and said, “Yeah, I did a lot of interesting things in college.”

I smiled back and said, “Well, I’d like to return the favor, but I’ve never done that before.”

Kristy leaned against the arm of the sofa and spread her legs, pulled her panties to the side of her pussy and said, “Just do what you like done to you. It’ll come pretty naturally once you get started.”

As I leaned forward, putting my face between her legs and reaching for her clitoris with my tongue, Kristy opened her blouse and pulled one of my hands up to caress her boobs. It turns out she was right, once I got started, it did come naturally. I licked and sucked on her clitoris, using my tongue to grind against it in an up and down motion. This seemed to make her go a little wild, writhing and moaning with pleasure. Meanwhile, I slipped two fingers into her vagina and started stroking them in and out, while using my other hand to massage and fondle her big tits.

Kristy murmured, “Oh, that’s it….that’s it….right there…..yes…..yes….just like that….” She put both of her hands on the back of my head and pushed my tongue harder against her throbbing clit. In almost no time, Kristy threw her head back and let out a loud moan, “Ohhhhhhhh, yeeeessssss …..Uhhnnnnn …. Right there.….aaahhhhhh.”

Kristy continued relishing her climax, gently rolling her hips against the flat of my tongue, until her orgasm was finished. Then she opened her eyes, looked at me and said, “That was tremendous, Anne… my God, it’s been a long time.”

We laughed at our situation for a while, then poured more wine and sat on the sofa chatting for several hours….our shoes off, skirts around our waists, blouses open, and tits jiggling about as we talked.

We made a light lunch from stuff I had in the fridge, then around mid-afternoon, we repeated the sex scene….this time with our clothes off so as to eliminate any restrictions to boobs, ass, cunts or clits. Both of us had amazing orgasms again, then giggled and laughed as we got dressed so we could go pick up our sons from school.

As we cleaned up the empty bottles of wine, glasses and remnants of lunch, we decided that we needed to do this again….so, we did.

After that day, Kristy and I got together about twice a week for a little fun and orgasms. We’d arrange it for when our sons were at football practice, with their fathers, or out with their girlfriends. Meanwhile, Corey…and I’m sure, Rick…continued getting handjobs and blowjobs whenever he had a hard-on….. which was pretty much all the time.

When Corey was a senior in high school, I broke my own rule and allowed him to start fucking me, along with the handjobs and blowjobs. That lasted until he went away to college and got married, although we still snuck a quick one in now and then when his family came to visit.

Kristy and I continued getting together long after the boys went off to college. We were extremely compatible and enjoyed each other’s company, and having a friend with benefits nearby came in real handy during dating dry spells.