I should have known something was going on when Ryan asked if I wouldn’t mind waking him because his phone’s alarm wasn’t always going off on time, and as I naïvely entered his bedroom totally unprepared for what was waiting for me I was soon confronted with a sight so erotic that it nearly buckled my knees. The truth is that I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that the thought of catching him masturbating hasn’t fueled some of my lonely nights lately, and for me to stand there and watch as his hand slid up and down his long thick organ until it exploded with thick white globs of semen being pasted all over his chest made me wonder if I was actually still in bed dreaming. But it wasn’t a dream, and the fact he was wearing his night mask because of his sensitivity to light made me at first suspect he was the one who was really dreaming. Of course I quickly dismissed that theory as I just stood there completely paralyzed watching as he so calmly milked the last of the venom out of his gorgeous serpent in a way even his father never managed to do comfortably in front of me.
I have to wonder just how many other mothers have ever fallen under the spell of watching their teenage son masturbate like I have now, and even though a part of me knows how wrong it is for me to be standing there as he brings himself to another unbelievable orgasm the reality is that I’m totally helpless to resist coming back each morning for another fix. He’s only nineteen and already he’s mastered the art of seduction in a way men two or three times his age can’t even come close too, and of course the fact his cock is so big clearly is the main reason I can’t keep myself from coming back for even more. Maybe it’s because I’m so vulnerable because of being both widowed and celibate for so long that may explain why my ability to resist his advances have failed so miserably, but deep down inside me I know it’s the thought of having him slide inside me that is fueling my rage every time my eyes witness another one of his monstrous ejaculation’s.
There’s just no denying though that it’s the size of his organ that I’m just so totally infatuated with now, and how it’s possible that he’s blessed with such an incredible specimen that even rivals some of the ones in the videos on his computer makes me wonder if it’s actually a blessing or a curse for him to be so well-endowed. I thought at almost seven inches his father was huge, and even though it’s been nearly five years since he passed I can still remember so vividly how I whimpered and moaned every time he slid inside me. For far too long now I’ve lived the life of a grieving widow, and even though some of my friends have suggested that it’s time for me to get back out there and start enjoying myself again there’s always that tinge of guilt I feel whenever I think about actually doing it. But the funny thing about watching Ryan masturbate is that I haven’t felt any of the emotions I thought I would, and far from being consumed with guilt and shame the truth is I haven’t felt this alive in years.
Of course everything changed this morning when I suddenly found my hands smearing all that thick white sticky semen all over his stomach and chest, and as he moaned so softly because I was doing to him what every other boy his age wishes their mothers would do to them I just couldn’t help myself as one by one I licked his tasty treat off each of my fingers. I just knew instinctively as soon as my taste buds feasted on the salty elixir that my fate was already sealed, and as much as there was a part of me that wanted to flee all I could do was stare at his still rock hard organ and imagine myself slowly sliding down its entire length. I’ve suffered far too long now to know that this just feels so right, and even though I’d certainly be universally condemned for what I’ve allowed to happen thus far I’m sure I’m not the only mother who has flirted with these forbidden desires like I’m doing now.
In so many ways I’m aware that I’m just not the typical mother of a teenage boy, and being tall and lean has garnered me countless stares from both young boys and old men alike. The funny thing about it is that I lack the big boobs and swagger like so many of the women my own age, and essentially having the same body that I had in high school certainly explains why I feel so many eyes whenever I stroll through the Mall. I guess the sight of a slender redhead with long thin legs leading up to a tight little heart shaped ass in old blue jeans is just too irresistible for so many of them not to sneak a peek at me, and even the look of jealousy on the faces of the young girls because they know I could so easily steal away any of their suitors merely confirms it too. I think for a woman like me who is so painfully shy those stares have kept that hope alive inside that one day I’d find a lover to rescue me from my life of loneliness and frustration.
Pastor Morgan said just this Sunday that whenever he looks up and sees me singing in the choir all he can think of is a heavenly angel serenading our holy father with a voice filled with innocence and purity, but if he only knew that the thoughts going through my head as I look down at my own son with my panties soaking I’m quite sure he would be quite mortified to say the least. It just doesn’t seem possible that someone like me who is perceived by so many as being a timid church mouse is literally on the verge of losing control, and yet as I walked to the ladies room this morning suffering because my tiny knob had become so swollen I just knew that my will to resist what my body is demanding of me is rapidly eroding. In all my years of being sexually active I’ve never had to go and sit in a stall and get myself off like I did today, and the glazed look in the mirror after I orgasmed told me that this is only the beginning.
The truth that I can’t deny any longer is that I knew the second I brought his salty treat up to my lips my world was going to be turned upside down, and the sooner I embrace what every fiber in my body is screaming for now will end not only my suffering but his as well. It’s just so obvious there’s a tension that is building between us, and even though we’ve always managed to banter back and forth as though we were best friends there is a silence developing now because our bodies are so under siege. It’s as though we’re both trying to suppress our primal instincts now as we desperately wait for the morning so I can come in and watch him masturbate again, and no doubt he heard my soft moans as my tongue licked his cream from my fingers as my eyes stayed locked on his still erect member. I think we both knew instinctively the significance of what happened, and now I’m about to push us even closer to the abyss.
“You’re not going out tonight with Bobby and Chris,” I ask him with my voice nearly cracking because I’m standing in front of him dressed only in my black leotards.
For years his eyes have followed my every movement whenever I’ve been dressed like this, but never before have I allowed him to see me the way I am now. Out of modesty of course I’ve always worn a t-shirt and panties to conceal from him what he most wanted to see, but not tonight, and the expression on his face says more to me than any words could ever possibly hope to convey. I knew when I looked in the full length mirror before coming down that I was going to offer myself to him in a way I’m sure most boys wish their mother’s would do to them, and as I feel his eyes locked on my hairless slit it’s just so obvious how enchanted he is with the gift that I’m offering to him. The fact is that I’m virtually naked now, and the enormous bulge in his sweat pants tells me that he wants a lot more from me than just my hands massaging his semen all over his chest and stomach again.
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