I like to think I 've been a adept bingle mother. For the past four years since my husband passed, I 've been on my own raising my son Tyler, who will be turning 16 tomorrow. I have a proficient job that takes care of everything, my son makes all A 's and B 's, and participates in multiple sportsman. boilersuit, he 's a great kid and I am extremely proud of him. So with everything considered, I think I 've done good in this single mom life. The only thing where I 've been lacking on is the sexual side of his spirit. Been lacking in my spirit as well, but I do n't plan on trying to appointment again until he 's a couple of years older. But with Tyler, there 's a lot of fatherly public lecture in the sexual realm that I just have n't worked up the courageousness to have with him. It 's very awkward for a son to talk to his mother about sex, and it 's quite embarrassing for a female parent to do the same with her son. I 've taught him about the skill of it all, you know, how baby are made. I 'm not 100 % sure he understood what I was saying. The conversation did n't even last five minutes as I was just trying to get in and get out. I also have n't checked behind him any. Checking his internet history, looking under his mattress, stuff like that. I want him to have his privacy. And I guess a piece of me hopes he can figure out all the sex hooey on his own. I honestly do n't even hump if he masturbates yet or not. I know I should more and be much better than this, but we have a great relationship, and I 'm afraid that I could jeopardize that by with how I deal with sex when it comes to him. Anyways, the narrative starts here, the day before his 16th birthday.

I stared at my ceiling and let out a suspiration. I had woken up at 5:30 AM, and tried to go back to kip, but to no service. Now it was almost 7. It 's Fri, and I only work, Monday-Thursday, so I can stick around in bed however long I want, but I got so frustrated from just lying in bed trying to go back to sleep. I had been craving a good, greasy fast food breakfast, so I decided to get up and get dressed, and go pick some up. I would most likely be back before Tyler even woke up. It 's summer vacation for him I do n't think he 's been up before 10 since school left out. I finally got up and took off my nightgown. I stared in the mirror almost in disgust. `` Ugh, where did that amazing soundbox I had go to '' I thought to myself. Even after Tyler was born, I kept up my feeling very well. I had a trim tum, nice 36 c knocker, and a squeamish sized house ass. But what the hell was I looking at in the mirror ? I let out a suspiration as I took one to a greater extent look at my abdomen that pushed over the top my panties, my breasts that now sagged and pointed to the ground, and an ass that been the receiver of all of my unhealthy eating habits. I threw on a new bra, t-shirt, and denim shorts, grabbed my keys, and headed off for food. About 25 minutes later, I was home again. I set the intellectual nourishment on the kitchen table and went to John Tyler 's elbow room to ignite him up. If I did n't waken him up, he 'd log Z's till the afternoon. I got to his room access and gave the customary smash. No response, so I opened his door only to get an unexpected pot. Tyler was still benumbed, but his covers were thrown off his soundbox and he slept on his cover in just his underwear. And he had one potent case of break of the day wood. I stared at it for a few seconds, guesstimating it was around 4 inches, which I assumed was around fair for his age. I then got upset at myself for thinking about the length of my son 's penis. Instead of creating an awkward instant, I walked out of his room and shut his door back. Then I yelled loudly `` Tyler, wake up, I got breakfast ! ! ! ''

A few moment later, Tyler came down to the kitchen and we both sat the mesa to enjoy our breakfast. Generally our repast together consist of me bringing up whatever subject of conversation, and we have a good public lecture. This sentence however I was struggling to get the double of my sons underclothes tent out my oral sex. I could n't believe myself. It 's my son for God 's rice beer. And I did n't even see his penis, just the tent in his Boxer. But somehow, I was still flustered, and kicking myself for thinking this way. My God I needed to get laid. If this is how my learning ability reacts just to seeing my 16 twelvemonth old son 's insure hard-on, then apparently I have been neglecting certain penury I did n't earn I had. I 've had a very hefty masturbation life, with quite a chest wide of toys that all get used often. But I guess I need to get out and get the tangible thing every once in a while. That 's exactly what I was taking away from this.

'' Thanks for getting breakfast Mom '' Tyler said breaking me out my own gearing of thought.

'' Oh no trouble sweetie. So what do you planned today ? '' I asked.

'' Not a good deal today. I figured cus we 're going out tomorrow with Brad and Casey, I would cool around the house today '' Tyler said as threw he away his trash and cleaned off his spot at the mesa. `` What are you up to today ? ``

'' Sounds like a respectable plan. I think I might do the Lapp. Driving you and your friends all over township tomorrow for your birthday is going to charter a lot of energy, so I improve rest up '' I said half-jokingly.

We continued with some more small talk, discussed where we would eat, which movie we would go see, and got the docket figured out for his birthday. After all that, he retreated to his way to play his xbox, while I cleaned up around the house some. It had been a couple of hours since I had last thought about what I saw this morning, but the trope came back and hit me again. Did n't drive long and my tit started getting hard again and I could find my pussy getting damp. I let out a very frustrated `` Ugh '' before heading to my way to have care of myself. I decided that this was n't going to be a quick academic term, but at to the lowest degree an hour long masturbation battle of Marathon. I went into my closet and pulled out the large chest and took a nice long look at my myriad of options. I always give my nipple attention first, and I was in the mode for some light pain, so I grabbed the attraction balls. I took a pair and placed them on both sides of my right nipple and immediately gasped as I let go and palpate the pressure level of the attraction push against pap, squeezing it, pushing it likes a pimple that needed to be popped. I gave it a flick, and winced from the pain. I took the next twosome and placed them on my leftfield nipple. I laid down for a bit and gently rubbed the crest of my nipples, enjoying the painful sensation and the pleasance running through my eubstance. adjacent up had to be my Wattenberg pinwheel. I laid back down and ran the wheel over my belly first. Then to my thigh. At this point, my pussy was drenched and was aching to be taken guardianship of. But not yet, the buildup is half the fun. As I ran the wheel, feeling the spike dig into my very raw skin of my under breasts, the trope of my sons erection entered back into my head.

'' darn it, do not cogitate about your son while pleasuring yourself '' I said to myself. I kept running the wheel along my tits, but I still could n't get the epitome out my head. `` My god what is haywire with me '' I sighed as laid out my arms in defeat. How in the hellhole could I do this while an look-alike of my son is in my school principal ? But fuck I needed release. I was in do-or-die need of getting.

'' Fuck it, if he enters my drumhead, he enters my head. Not like I 'm actually doing anything awry '' I justified to myself

I returned to the roulette wheel, running it along my knocker, not touching my nipples yet. After a few minutes of teasing myself, I finally took the bicycle and hit my unexpended nipple with one of the spindle. The combination of the attractor still pushing against them and spike digging into the top almost made me cry out loud, the tactile sensation was so intense. I repeated this multiple meter before turning my care to my inner thigh, running the wheel up and down, flop outside my outer labia. By the time I put the wheel down, I was practically bucking my hips driving myself almost to the point of insanity. But I still wasn't there yet. Before I give my pussy the tending it needs, I still needed to take care of one more area. I reached into my breast and pulled out one of my several butt plugs. Do n't desire my pig out ass to get all the attention of my brain, but I want more than just to feel poked. A square contraband, spiritualist size one will do just the trick. I grabbed the ass relax lube and covered the plug, then put a in effect dab of it on my finger and slowly inserted one digit into my schpincter. My tardy husband and I started having anal retentive sex quite often after John Tyler was born. Neither of us wanted any more kidskin, so we started experimenting with anal. I had hated it at first. It was uncomfortable and a little awful. But after a few times, the pain in the neck was n't there anymore, and I started to become easy with discomfort, if that makes any mother wit. After he passed, I tried a couple of my dildos, but they just were n't doing the prank. I bought an assortment of fag plugs and have worked my way up over the last couple of years. I 've found that just having my ass stuffed with a chew does way for to a greater extent for me than actually having a phallus thrusting in and out.

After a pair of minutes of preparing my butthole with my finger, I slowly inserted the plug, pushing and stopping a couple of times before shoving it completely in. I could mosh it in no job if I wanted to, but going behind like this is just way more fun. With the plug in now, I turned my attention back to my nipples. I had gotten used to the magnets at this period and the infliction they caused, so I needed to up the ante. I reached into my thorax again and pulled out a tube of icy hot. I smiled at it, knowing this would do the trick. I poured just a pea sized free fall out, and slowly applied it on both of my ring of color, slowly rubbing it in the best I could around the attractive feature. I then laid back and just a couple of bit later I could the intensity building up, and that lovely burning sensation. I enjoyed the burning for a couple of proceedings before deciding to put another dab on. But this time, I decided it was metre to devote my clitoris some attention. So I put another cliff of icy hot on my nipples, and then sent my fingers, still with icy hot residue on them, straight to my clit. I wanted to go slowly and finger a niggling suntan as I rubbed myself, but then it happened again. John Tyler erection popped up in my head again. And this clock time, I did n't mean to myself his erecting, his tent, or his penis. I thought to myself `` That 's my Son cock ''. Even thinking the Book made me burst my self-denial, and I no longer was slowly touching myself, but furiously attacking my clitoris as strong and as fast as I could. I could n't retrieve the last metre when wanton lust overcame me in such a manner. I rubbed, slapped, dug my fingertips into my clit with every fiber of my being, and it did n't take on long before one of the most intense orgasms I 've ever had swept over me. After the orgasm subsided, I took a secondment to hitch my breather before going back for more. This clip, I was going nuclear. I grabbed my dildo that had a clit stimulator attachment. Going slow and sultry was thrown out the windowpane. I slammed that silicone cock into my dripping wet cunt like I was drilling for oil. I turned myself over, making certain to drown my face into my pillow to secure anything that came out my sass would n't be heard by my son. And again, it 's all I visualized. My son 's cock. This time I was imagining it without the protection of his pugilist. I thought about his hard cock, glistening with precum at the top, as he stroked it lying in bed. It 's all my brain would envisage as I kept slamming my dildo in and out of my aching pussy, feeling the transmitting aerial of the clit stimulator rubbing against my swell clit. Another sexual climax washed over me. And I kept going, and a few minute of arc later another. I had 3 absolutely gravel sexual climax with that dildo. I laid on my back again, panting just trying to take in my breath. I had n't gotten off like this in a long time. Then I did something I had n't done since my husband had died. I took the dildo and brought it to my mouth. I sniffed it, and felt a combination of disgust and excitement. My hubby had loved to finger me, then submit his fingers and put them in front my mouth as I licked and sucked his finger, tasting my own juices. It 's something I had did just for him, as I personally never cared for it. But for the inaugural time in years, I wanted it. I slowly started licking and sucking on the dildo, tasting the juices that made my snatch deliciously soaked. Then my brain took me another dark place, as I started to imagine my son cock again, but this meter I was taking it into my rima oris, just like I was doing to the dildo. I pretended the dildo was his cock, and started slamming it to the back of my throat, almost causing my gag reflex to make me regurgitation. I finally stopped, and thought to myself `` God you are so fucked in the head. How can I even have these intellection"? Parted of me wanted to halt. I thought I was done, but the oral sex I performed on my dildo imagining it was John Tyler 's pecker gave my pussy new life history. I needed one finis good orgasm. I threw the dildo on the nightstand and shot my manus to my wet cunt. I took my pointer and midway finger and dug them as deep as I could into my soaking hole, and furiously started curling them, hitting the paries of my interior. I rubbed my finger's breadth against my insides as hard and as fast as I could. My substructure were touching my bed 's headboard, as I had curled my body up to get advantageously memory access to the deepness of my pussy. It did n't conduct long, and I felt the climax starting to hit. I was about to take up out my fingers and lay my peg back so my squirting would just go into the bedsheet instead of up in the air, but it was too lately. A geyser of girl cum literally chatoyant my deal off my pussy and went up into the air. The largest and longest I 've ever squirted, this coming literally made my body go limp, as I tried to spread over myself, but I could n't get any region of my body to heed to me. So I just laid there as my own squirting succus fell right on my boldness and tits. I thought I would be disgusted by this, but a tumid smile came over me. I reveled in my post orgasmic delight. My hired hand went to my tits and fret my girl cum all over me. I took off the attracter, and rubbed the juice in like it was lotion. I still had n't rubbed off the juice that were on my side. I took one of my pap and brought it to my mouth, sucking and licking off any juice that were left over. I finally took the bedsheet and wiped my face. My soundbox was so exhausted, I just laid there and passed out, not having the will to do anything else.

I woke up very baffled. I opened my eyes, and I could n't even remember what day it was, let along about what time it was. I looked over at my alarm system clock and it was 4:17. All of a sudden everything hit me. `` bed ! '' I said louder than I meant to say. I came in here around 11, and had planned to make lunch for myself and President Tyler after I was done. I had slept for 4 hr. Then I felt something very uncomfortable. `` Oh shit the buttplug. I forgot to take it out ''. And then more panic swept over me as I realized I had n't put any of the toys up. The Wattenberg steering wheel, the dildo, the lubricating substance, the attracter, they were all sitting out and would be the first matter anyone would if they just walked into my room, along with the open toy chest or my completely naked body. `` nooky, what if Tyler walked in to ask me about lunch ''. The sheer enjoyment and pleasure I had felt compensate before I fell asleep had now been replaced with guilt and shame. After a couple of minutes of just sitting there chastising myself, I finally stood up and grabbed everything off the nightstand and went into my bathroom. I took out my buttplug and cleaned it, along with all the other toys I used. I put everything back in the chest and slid it back into the closet before throwing back on my cooler top and short pants. I walked into the living elbow room and saw Tyler sitting there watching tv. Watching some mindless youtube video it seemed care. He looked up and saw me and gave a casual `` Hey Mom ''. He 's not acting like anything is off. This a good signboard he did n't see me like that.

'' You look like you had a really adept nap '' he said, which caused me to panic on the inside. How did he know I was asleep ?

'' Why do you say that, Tyler ? '' I replied, trying my best to act occasional and not show the stress that was building up inside of me.

'' Cus your hair's-breadth is all messy and you 're giving off a very confused vibe, like you still have n't set out your presence ''.

I almost audibly sighed in relief. `` Yeah, I guess I napped some. Did n't signify to. Did you get some lunch ? What have you been up this good afternoon ? ``

'' Just been playing video game mostly. I made a ham sandwich around 1. Just came in here about 20 min ago. ``

'' Oh ok. Well I forgot to take something out for dinner party, so how does ordering a pizza sound ? ``

'' Sounds awing. You know I want New House of York Style, just pepperoni '' he said excitedly.

'' Yes, dearest I know. I think anyone who is around you for at to the lowest degree 10 minutes knows this '' I said laughingly. That was hands down his preferred food. It was probably my favorite type of pizza as well, so it worked for us.



I ordered the pizza, and threw a bottle wine in the fridge. I think I needed a meth or two to get my psyche off of how irresponsible, and shameful, I had behaved earlier. Allowing view of my son to be the impulsive military force for my pleasance was just wrong. And I was mad at myself for justifying it earlier. Whatever, hopefully after a good nighttime's sleep tonight, all of this business enterprise will be done and forgotten about. President Tyler and I watched some random youtube videos for a couple of hours as we snacked on pizza pie, and I finished off the bottle of vino. I was definitely feeling a little tipsy, and it was only 8, so I figured what the perdition, another glass or two wo n't pain. If anything, it will serve me hang to sleep, which I 'll take after that long nap earlier. Tyler decided to channelise to his elbow room for the night, which I assumed he would meet xbox for a distich of hour before calling it a Night. I switched the TV over to Netflix and found one of my deary sitcoms and watched a few episode of that. Time really flew, because succeeding affair I knew, I had finished off the entire 2nd nursing bottle, and it was past 11.

'' tinker's damn, I need to get to bed. I think I 'm somewhat drunk right now '' I said out tawdry to myself. I got up and stretched and then cleaned up the living room really quick. I stumbled a little bit, but I managed to walk to Tyler 's room to enjoin him illumine out and go to log Z's. I always knock, but being quite drunk at this breaker point, I turned his door hold and opened the doorway wide of the mark. Apparently, I was n't that loud when doing so because he did n't hear me at all. He had his eyes closed, laying on his back with no shirt on, drawers down below his knee, and both helping hand on his hard dick. I just stood there verbalize wide-cut open. How was this happening ? How could I be trying to get the visual of his underwear clad erection out of my nous, and now I see him actively masturbating. I guess that answered one interrogative sentence I had. He was clearly getting himself off. Except he was doing it unearthly. I 've watched quite a bit of smut, watched my husband and plentifulness of other sexual spouse before I met him stroke themselves, and I had never see any of them play with themselves like this. He had one palm on one side of his irradiation, and one palm on the other side of it, and rubbing his ribbon up and down like he was trying to make a hot dog out of play lucre. I was kind of mesmerized by it. I knew I needed to just walk out and let him have his privacy, but I just did n't require to look away. Not to mention I was a small refer with how he was masturbating. Finally I realized that if he opened his eyes, he would see me watching him, and the fear of that motivated me to step back and close up his door.

This time I did n't even try to fight it. Once I got to my bedroom, I threw off my wearing apparel, plopped down on my bed, and fingered myself to multiple orgasms yet again. That made 8 total for the day. Not my criminal record by any substance, but certainly more than than my average. I laid back and let the combining of the post orgasmic seventh heaven and the effects of the wine put me to sleep.

The next day

I reached over and slapped my phone as the dismay on it was going off. 6:00 am. `` Jesus it should be illegal to be up this early on your day off '' I sat up and felt a discomfort in my chief. It hit me I was hung over from a little too much wine last dark. I kicked myself for not remembering to drink in water before I went to bed. My mind raced back to finale Night. I remembered the incredible luxuria I felt, the amaze sexual climax, and just overall the bliss and atonement I had. I knew it was because of the taboo visuals I had of my son. I sat there and thought about it. I could either allow shame and guilt to ruin to me, or I can just take over that this tabu is triggering something inside of me that is greatly increasing my onanism. Leave it in fancy body politic, and it will all be ok. Eventually it will subside, and something else will necessitate its place. I was about to shake off on clothes and go fix President Tyler his birthday breakfast, but I remembered the way he was masturbating terminal night. `` That ca n't be convention '' I thought to myself. So I grabbed my phone and googled it. In about 20 minutes, I had found 3 health articles, a reddit thread, and a youtube video explaining that it was n't uncommon for male child to masturbate in this mode, like rolling up play dough into a hot dog. However it was n't the goodish technique and over time can have some physical impairment, as well as blister and sores. I sighed as I knew I was going to make to talk with him about this, as uncomfortable and awkward as it may be. I 'll wait until tonight, do n't want to damper the natal day jubilation today.

I finally got dressed and made breakfast. Almost a pot of French toast with bacon. I yelled down for Tyler, as I knew better at this percentage point to enter his bedroom. We both ate and talked about everything we were going to do today. After we cleaned up the board, we both went and showered and got dressed. We left the business firm at 10 to go pick up his two friends and started the day's events. First was the mall. I let John Tyler and his friends go off and do their own thing. Instead of endowment, I gave him $ 250 to go and spend on whatever he wanted. Teenage boys seem to appreciate directly cash over anything personal, as I 've come to recover out. I took the time to sit down with a frappuccino and just unlax in the food court. goose egg in the center really interested me. I hated shopping for clothes now, because it makes me think of how my soundbox used to look. I 'm by no means fat. And I 'm still probably quite attractive to most men and maybe even some womanhood too. But it 's still blatantly obvious I 've put on several pounds in the last few yr, along with sombreness doing it 's work on multiple arena of my trunk. So I after I finished my drink, I walked around some as I waited for Tyler to text me that he had blown through all his money. Which only took about 2 hours. We all got lunch from the food for thought court, then I took the kids to an arcade where they had another nice sum of money to blow through. Before a skillful dinner at TGI Friday 's, for whatever reason is my son 's pet, we went to the movie. They all wanted to see this raunchy teenage comedy. I knew his admirer parents, and knew they were n't all that strict and prolly would n't care, so I agreed. A scene came up where one of the actresses was topless. Tyler glanced over at me, I 'm assuming to see my chemical reaction. I just looked at him at smiled, letting him know it 's perfectly ok for him to savour what he 's seeing. I could definitely tell Tyler was enjoying the movie much more after that. We got dinner, dropped off his protagonist at their homes, and headed home ourselves. I popped unfold a bottle of wine and sat down on the sofa to watch some TV, and President Tyler joined me as he sat on the other end. I finished the wine-coloured, and it was getting late, and Tyler said he was about to go to his room. I figured it was now or never.

'' Before you head to bed, I need to utter to you about something '' I said in a serious but also attempting to sound casual way.

'' Um ok ? What 's up Mom ? '' he replied

'' Ok, there 's no easy way to say this, but I have a confession to make. Last night before I went to bed, I went to check on you. I was a little sot and forgot to knock ''. It was at this point his eyes got as wide as saucers. I think he quickly figured out what I was going to say next.

'' And yes, I saw you masturbating go night '' I do n't think I 've ever seen anyone 's boldness get that shade of red before. It was clear he was extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable.

'' Please do n't be embarrassed dearest. I 'm not upset that you masturbate. It 's perfectly convention and honestly, it 's healthy and well for your body. You 're not in trouble or anything like that. '' I explained as casually as I could.

'' Um, ok. What 's the takings then ? '' he said, with a intimation of confusion in his voice.

'' honey, it 's the way you were masturbating that 's the progeny. Using two men on each position of your penis, and doing the rolling apparent movement. Have you always jerked off like that"? As soon as the countersign `` jerked off '' left my mouth, I was kicking myself. Certainly not a very parental way of talking to your son, and I could see his center get wide again as soon I said it.

'' wellspring, um, yeah I guess. '' he quietly replied.

'' Is there a reasonableness you do it like that ? '' I questioned

'' I do n't know. I just started playing with it, and started doing it that way, and then eventually I had that feeling, and the sperm came out. I did n't make out there was another way. ``

'' fountainhead I guess that answers my question about whether you 've been watching porn or not '' I said laughingly. I got up and poured another glass of wine, now on my 2nd bottle. This conversation was n't as uncomfortable as I thought it would be. Or maybe I 'm just tipsy.

'' Yes sweetie, there are other ways to jacklight off ''. Damn it, I did it again. `` Maybe I should retard down on the wine if it 's causing me to speak like that to Tyler '' I thought to myself. Then I disregarded that notion and turned my glass up. `` First off, that `` feeling '' is called an coming. And when you 're talking about the thick white liquidity that shoots out, that 's called cum. Sperm is what 's inside of the semen. Give me just a minute, let me go get something ''. I went and poured another shabu of wine, this time drinking a deoxyephedrine of water before I did so maybe I would n't induce a headache tomorrow like I did this morning. Then I went to my bedroom and opened up the closet. I pulled out my toy chest and grabbed one of my dildo 's. The smallest one I had, I did n't want to restrain him any, though my smallest was 7 inches and quite thick.

I 'm sealed you would have needed a forklift to revoke Tyler 's jaw off the primer when I walked back in the living room with the dildo in my hand. I plopped back onto the couch, and held the dildo up. `` Do you know what this is called honey ? '' I asked.

'' I think it 's a dildo '' he very nervously answered.

'' That 's right. I use this to pleasure myself. And you 've been pleasuring yourself like this '' I stated as I started a rolling motion with both my workforce against the rubber dick. This is not a good for you way to twitch off baby. This can cause a lot of blisters and sores to form on your penis and could potentially hurt the tissue paper inside of your member. Have you experienced any of these number ? '' I asked

'' Um ... ... .well ... ... yeah, a couple of times '' he answered, still very uncomfortable.

'' Ok, well this is way I want you try it from now on. '' I then very gently and loosely ran my hired hand up and down the caoutchouc shaft, working my radiocarpal joint, giving him a full demonstration of how properly wank his cock. Then I explained as you can spellbind it a little bit harder and harder as you go, but not too tight. Then I explained that you want to focus more on the head as you feel the orgasm coming on, because of the redundant face endings in your heading. I could state he was still uncomfortable talking to me about this. So, i stuck the synthetic rubber cock in straw man of his look and said `` Wan na give it a lick '' jokingly.

'' Ewww thoroughgoing mom, what the crap ! ``

I started laughing with my whole consistency at his chemical reaction. `` Finally, he says something more than just umm or well ''

'' Well, this is just weird to talk with you about ''

'' I know it 's kind of weird baby, but it 's of import, and your dad is n't here to guide you on this, so you 're gon na have to deal with your dear old mother '' I said jokingly. `` But it 's perfectly exquisitely to lighten up truelove and actually deliver a conversation with me about this. You can ask me anything about sex or masturbation. You do n't let to sense embarrassed or be uncomfortable about all this with me. '' I could evidence with his trunk language he was starting to palpate a little Sir Thomas More at ease with me.

'' well, I do take one dubiousness '' he asked

'' Go ahead baby. Anything I can help you with I will ''

'' Well ... ... given that you saw my ... well ... .um ... ..penis ... ... .how am I size Stephen Samuel Wise ? Does it look the way it 's supposed to ? ``

Not going to lie, I was not expecting that head. And to be honest, I was n't totally sure. I had seen his underwear collapsible shelter, and though I watched him masturbate, his hands really kept me from seeing his wholly member.

'' Well baby, I 'm not totally sure how big your penis is, your custody were in the way from me seeing the whole matter. So I ca n't really respond that unless you 're willing to degenerate your knickers and get yourself hard '' i said, not really serious. Well apparently, I underestimated his insecurity about his dick, because he pulled down his pants and underwear and had his putz in his men before I was even able to react.

'' Oh ... .wow ... .I shot we 're doing this '' I said very surprised.

'' Sorry Mom, I just need to know. I feel like I have a tiny penis, because of all the conversations I 've heard from my protagonist. But I know they probably do n't know anymore than me, so I just want to know ''

I watched as his dick started to rise as he was playing with himself. I wanted so bad to tell he was huge for his age and he was very lucky. But honestly, even though I did n't exactly accept an expertness about 16 year old penis sizes, it looked perfectly average out. He dropped his paw and let me view it in it 's complete halo as it stood at good attention.

'' fountainhead first honey, commemorate that you just turned 16. You 've still got a year or two more of ontogeny coming. But it looks exactly the way it should. You 're not big, but you 're not small-scale. You have nothing to worry about. It 's actually pretty cute sweetie ''

'' Ugh, god, cute ? Really ? Yeah, that 's how I wanted my penis to be described as. Cute '' he said sarcastically.

I laughed `` Do n't be upset baby. You have a nice putz. '' It was my turn for my optic to reverse into dish as I realized I just said peter instead of penis. `` Sorry, I meant member. I should n't use the slang expression terms in front you ''

'' It 's ok Mom, hearing you say that was kinda hot ''. Ok, now he 's come way too comfortable.

I laughed and said `` Did you really just admit that something your mother said turned you on ''

He turned a lilliputian red again as he fully realized what he actually just said. What surprised me was he sat back down on the sofa with his cock still out and hard, and said `` yeah maybe that was n't the best thing to say '' with a touch of laughter in his part.

There were then a few moments of an awkward silence, all this time his prick still out with his trouser and underwear below his knees, and I was trying my damnedest to not stare at it. So I decided to bring the conversation back to the original theme.

'' So you understand how you should masturbate now, right ? '' I asked.

'' Yeah, I got it. I hope that way feels even upright ''

'' I 'm sure it will. Why do n't you go try it out then '' I said ? At this point, what 's the issue with telling him to go jack his cock ?

'' Seriously ? Like right now ? '' he asked

'' Well of course right now. You 're all prepared and set up to go, are n't you ? ``

'' Yeah, I guess I am '' he replied

'' Well head onto in your room and get it at '' I said laughingly. Then come recount me how it was.

He then pulled off his bloomers and underwear completely and walked to his room. He may be median in the dick sizing department, but he definitely had a nice ass. I then realized he prolly did n't have any lubricator, as I did n't see him use any last night. I got up to go grab some from my toy pectus, but stumbled more than once to my room. `` Shit, this wine is getting to me thoroughly tonight. I hope I do n't regret any of this in the morning. I do n't see why I would. I 'm simply helping him in the best way I know how. Honestly, I 'm probably never going to see his software package again after tonight unless there 's something up medically '' I said to myself, trying to justify everything that was happening. But I did n't feel any guilt trip or shame for any of this. It felt prosperous. I felt like I was bonding with my son. Where 's the harm in any of that ?

I found an extra bottle of lubricator that I have n't opened yet, and grabbed that. I walked to his room and knocked, then opened his door. He was sitting on his bed, completely nude painting now, with his hand wrapped around his hammer. He looked so adorable. I tossed him the bottle of lube.

'' Here, use this from now on. Not only will it help sensation, but it will prevent any forcible damage happening. ``

'' I thought doing it this way would n't cause any sores or anything like '' he said questioningly.

'' You still can get blister or sores, but nowhere near as a great deal. And you can preclude it completely by using lubricant ''

'' Oh, ok. Thanks Mom. '' he said, and then back to jerking it before I turned around and walked out. Wow he went from completely nervous and scared to even talking about this to being completely well-heeled masturbating in front of me.

I was set up to go to bed and get myself off and fall asleep, so I was hoping he would be done shortly. It was only about 3 minutes later he walked back into the sustenance room, but still naked. I did n't say anything about him still being naked, and I knew if I had any regrets the next first light, it would prolly be that.

'' So, how was it sweetheart '' I asked

'' holy place crap Mom, that was so much dependable. That felt amazing. I 've been missing out '' he said excitedly.

I just laughed, feeling quite good that I was having this bonding moment with my son. And feeling respectable from the 3 bottleful of wine-coloured. I knew the room was going to start spinning as soon as I laid down.

'' Well good honey. I 'm well-chosen for you. Now if you 'll excuse me, it 's time for me to go eternal sleep. Even though it means I do n't get to look at Mr. Cutie down there '' I said just to blockade him a little.

'' Mom, please, do n't call it that '' he pleaded. I just laughed some more and headed to my bedroom, giving his body one more than little glance. I stripped off my clothes and fell back on my bed. My twat was already wet, though honestly, I had n't even noticed until right now. I shot my digit straight down, knowing I was too inebriate to even grab any plaything .