I like to suppose I 've been a good single mother. For the by four class since my married man passed, I 've been on my own raising my son John Tyler, who will be turning 16 tomorrow. I have a ripe job that takes guardianship of everything, my son makes all A 's and B 's, and participates in multiple variation. Overall, he 's a great kid and I am extremely majestic of him. So with everything considered, I think I 've done skilful in this single mom life. The solely affair where I 've been lacking on is the sexual side of his life. Been lacking in my liveliness as well, but I do n't plan on trying to date again until he 's a distich of years older. But with President Tyler, there 's a lot of fatherly talks in the intimate kingdom that I just have n't worked up the courage to have with him. It 's very awkward for a son to talk to his mother about sex, and it 's quite awkward for a mother to do the same with her son. I 've taught him about the science of it all, you know, how babe are made. I 'm not 100 % sure he understood what I was saying. The conversation did n't even conclusion 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 share of me hopes he can forecast out all the sex clobber on his own. I honestly do n't even acknowledge if he masturbates yet or not. I know I should more and be much break than this, but we have a swell relationship, and I 'm afraid that I could menace that by with how I deal with sex when it comes to him. Anyways, the story starts here, the day before his 16th birthday.

I stared at my ceiling and let out a sigh. I had woken up at 5:30 AM, and tried to go back to sleep, but to no avail. Now it was almost 7. It 's Friday, and I only employment, Monday-Thursday, so I can stick in bed however long I want, but I got so frustrated from just lying in bed trying to go back to slumber. I had been craving a good, sebaceous fast intellectual nourishment 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 call up he 's been up before 10 since shoal left out. I finally got up and took off my nightgown. I stared in the mirror almost in disgust. `` Ugh, where did that amazing eubstance I had go to '' I thought to myself. Even after Tyler was born, I kept up my aspect very well. I had a trim down tummy, decent 36 c tits, and a nice sized firm ass. But what the hell was I looking at in the mirror ? I let out a sigh as I took one more look at my stomach that pushed over the top my panties, my bosom that now sagged and pointed to the primer, and an ass that been the pass catcher of all of my insalubrious eating drug abuse. I threw on a new bra, t-shirt, and dungaree shorts, grabbed my keys, and headed off for intellectual nourishment. About 25 minutes later, I was home again. I set the food on the kitchen mesa and went to Tyler 's way to waken him up. If I did n't wake him up, he 'd kip till the good afternoon. I got to his door and gave the customary knock. No response, so I opened his doorway only to get an unexpected stack. Tyler was still asleep, but his covers were thrown off his trunk and he slept on his back in just his underclothing. And he had one unassailable shell of morning Ellen Price Wood. I stared at it for a few minute, guesstimating it was around 4 inches, which I assumed was around modal for his age. I then got upset at myself for thinking about the duration of my son 's penis. Instead of creating an bunglesome moment, I walked out of his room and close his threshold back. Then I yelled loudly `` Tyler, arouse up, I got breakfast ! ! ! ''

A few minutes later, Tyler came down to the kitchen and we both sat the mesa to enjoy our breakfast. Generally our meals together consist of me bringing up whatever topic of conversation, and we have a good talk of the town. This clock time however I was struggling to get the image of my sons underwear collapsible shelter out my head. I could n't think myself. It 's my son for God 's interest. And I did n't even see his penis, just the collapsible shelter in his boxers. 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 brains reacts just to seeing my 16 year old son 's extend erection, then apparently I have been neglecting sealed need I did n't realize I had. I 've had a very sizeable masturbation life sentence, with quite a pectus full phase of the moon of toys that all get used often. But I guess I need to get out and get the material affair every once in a patch. That 's exactly what I was taking away from this.

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

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

'' Not much today. I figured cus we 're going out tomorrow with Brad and Casey, I would cool around the star sign today '' Tyler said as threw he away his trumpery and cleaned off his dapple at the tabular array. `` What are you up to today ? ``

'' Sounds like a good program. I think I might do the Saami. Driving you and your friend all over Town tomorrow for your birthday is going to postulate a lot of DOE, so I just rest up '' I said half-jokingly.

We continued with some more diminished talk, discussed where we would eat, which movie we would go see, and got the schedule figured out for his birthday. After all that, he retreated to his way to play his xbox, while I cleaned up around the mansion some. It had been a mates of 60 minutes since I had terminal thinking about what I saw this sunup, but the effigy came back and hit me again. Did n't get prospicient and my tit started getting hard again and I could feel my snatch getting damp. I let out a very frustrated `` Ugh '' before heading to my room to take attention of myself. I decided that this was n't going to be a nimble session, but at least an hour yearn masturbation marathon. I went into my loo and pulled out the gravid chest and took a nice long look at my myriad of options. I always give my nipple attention first, and I was in the mood for some weak pain, so I grabbed the attractor orchis. I took a yoke and placed them on both side of meat of my right wing nipple and immediately gasped as I let go and felt the pressure of the attractor push against nipple, squeezing it, pushing it likes a pimple that needed to be popped. I gave it a picture, and winced from the pain. I took the next pair and placed them on my go away nipple. I laid down for a instant and gently rubbed the crown of my nipples, enjoying the pain and the pleasure running through my body. Next up had to be my Wattenberg pinwheel. I laid back down and ran the wheel over my stomach first. Then to my thighs. At this percentage point, my pussy was drenched and was aching to be taken care of. But not yet, the buildup is half the fun. As I ran the bicycle, feeling the spikes dig into my very raw skin of my under white meat, the mental image of my sons erection entered back into my head.

'' Damn it, do not think about your son while pleasuring yourself '' I said to myself. I kept running the wheel along my pap, but I still could n't get the image out my fountainhead. `` My god what is wrongfulness with me '' I sighed as laid out my arms in defeat. How in the inferno could I do this while an effigy of my son is in my head teacher ? But fuck I needed release. I was in desperate need of getting.

'' screwing it, if he enters my head, he enters my head. Not like I 'm actually doing anything haywire '' I justified to myself

I returned to the wheel, running it along my tits, not touching my nipples yet. After a few transactions of teasing myself, I finally took the wheel and hit my left tit with one of the spikes. The combination of the magnets still pushing against them and transfix digging into the top almost made me yell out loud, the tactile sensation was so vivid. I repeated this multiple clip before turning my attention to my inner second joint, running the wheel up and down, right outside my outer labia. By the time I put the wheel down, I was practically bucking my coxa driving myself almost to the level of insanity. But I still wasn't there yet. Before I give my puss the tending it needs, I still needed to take care of one more arena. I reached into my chest and pulled out one of my respective border hoopla. Do n't want my overgorge ass to get all the attention of my psyche, but I want more than just to palpate jab. A solid black, intermediate size one will do just the conjuring trick. I grabbed the ass relax lubricating substance and covered the male plug, then put a adept dab of it on my finger and slowly tuck one finger into my schpincter. My late married man and I started having anal retentive sex quite often after Tyler was born. Neither of us wanted any more kids, so we started experimenting with anal. I had hated it at first. It was uncomfortable and a little painful. But after a few sentence, the pain was n't there anymore, and I started to become comfortable with discomfort, if that makes any sense. After he passed, I tried a mates of my dildos, but they just were n't doing the trick. I bought an categorisation of butt plugs and have worked my way up over the last couple of years. I 've found that just having my ass stuffed with a hype does way for more for me than actually having a phallus thrusting in and out.

After a couple of moment of preparing my butthole with my finger, I slowly inserted the hype, pushing and stopping a couple of times before shoving it completely in. I could slam it in no problem if I wanted to, but going slow 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 point and the pain they caused, so I needed to up the ante. I reached into my chest again and pulled out a underground of icy hot. I smiled at it, knowing this would do the thaumaturgy. I poured just a pea sized driblet out, and slowly applied it on both of my areola, slowly rubbing it in the best I could around the magnets. I then laid back and just a pair of seconds later I could the intensity building up, and that lovely burning champion. I enjoyed the burning for a duo of bit before deciding to put another dab on. But this prison term, I decided it was time to give my clit some attention. So I put another drop of icy hot on my mamilla, and then commit my fingerbreadth, still with icy hot rest on them, straight to my clit. I wanted to go slowly and feel a piffling burn as I rubbed myself, but then it happened again. President Tyler erection popped up in my capitulum again. And this clip, I did n't reckon to myself his erection, his tent, or his member. I thought to myself `` That 's my sons putz ''. Even thinking the give-and-take made me go my self-discipline, and I no longer was slowly touching myself, but furiously attacking my button as hard and as fast as I could. I could n't think the last clock time when wanton luxuria get the best 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 hold prospicient before one of the most intense orgasms I 've ever had swept over me. After the orgasm subsided, I took a second to captivate my breath before going back for More. This fourth dimension, I was going atomic. I grabbed my dildo that had a button stimulator attachment. Going slow and sensual was thrown out the windowpane. I slammed that silicone turncock into my dripping wet twat like I was drilling for oil. I turned myself over, making sure to drown my face into my pillow to ensure anything that came out my mouth would n't be heard by my son. And again, it 's all I visualized. My son 's cock. This clock time I was imagining it without the protection of his boxers. I thought about his firmly rooster, glistening with precum at the top, as he stroked it lying in bed. It 's all my brain would imagine as I kept slamming my dildo in and out of my aching pussycat, feeling the antenna of the clit stimulator rubbing against my swollen clit. Another orgasm washed over me. And I kept going, and a few moment later another. I had 3 absolutely stick orgasms with that dildo. I laid on my spine again, panting just trying to catch my breath. I had n't gotten off like this in a farseeing 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 combining of disgust and fervour. My husband had loved to finger me, then pick out his fingerbreadth and put them in figurehead my mouthpiece as I licked and sucked his finger's breadth, tasting my own juices. It 's something I had did just for him, as I personally never cared for it. But for the first time in year, I wanted it. I slowly started licking and sucking on the dildo, tasting the succus that made my cunt deliciously soaked. Then my mentality took me another dark place, as I started to imagine my sons cock again, but this time I was taking it into my mouth, just like I was doing to the dildo. I pretended the dildo was his cock, and started slamming it to the rachis of my pharynx, almost causing my gag reflex response to fix me vomit. 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 stop. I thought I was done, but the unwritten sex I performed on my dildo imagining it was Tyler 's dick gave my slit new spirit. I needed one last undecomposed orgasm. I threw the dildo on the nightstand and shoot my hands to my wet cunt. I took my pointer and middle digit and dug them as deep as I could into my soaking hole, and furiously started curling them, hitting the bulwark of my inside. I rubbed my fingers against my insides as heavily and as fast as I could. My feet were touching my bed 's headboard, as I had curled my organic structure up to get better approach to the depths of my pussy. It did n't lead long, and I felt the coming starting to hit. I was about to use up out my finger's breadth and lay my legs back so my squirting would just go into the bedsheet instead of up in the air, but it was too late. A geyser of girl cum literally jibe my manus off my pussy and went up into the air. The largest and longest I 've ever squirted, this coming literally made my soundbox go limp, as I tried to cover myself, but I could n't get any part of my body to mind to me. So I just laid there as my own squirting juices fell right on my grimace and breast. I thought I would be disgusted by this, but a large smile came over me. I reveled in my military post orgasmic pleasure. My hands went to my tit and scratch my fille cum all over me. I took off the attracter, and rubbed the juices in like it was lotion. I still had n't rubbed off the juices that were on my face. I took one of my tits and brought it to my mouth, sucking and licking off any juices that were left over. I finally took the bedsheet and wiped my face. My body was so exhausted, I just laid there and passed out, not having the will to do anything else.

I woke up very confused. I opened my centre, and I could n't even remember what day it was, let along about what clock time it was. I looked over at my alarum clock and it was 4:17. All of a sudden everything hit me. `` bonk ! '' I said louder than I meant to say. I came in here around 11, and had planned to make lunch for myself and Tyler after I was done. I had slept for 4 hr. Then I felt something very uncomfortable. `` Oh shit the buttplug. I forgot to rent it out ''. And then more panic swept over me as I realized I had n't put any of the toys up. The Wattenberg rack, the dildo, the lubricator, the magnet, they were all sitting out and would be the offset thing anyone would if they just walked into my room, along with the open toy chest or my completely defenseless dead body. `` screw, what if Tyler walked in to ask me about lunch ''. The sheer enjoyment and joy I had felt redress before I fell asleep had now been replaced with guilt and pity. After a match 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 toy dog I used. I put everything back in the thorax and slid it back into the cupboard before throwing back on my tank top and drawers. I walked into the sustenance room and saw Tyler sitting there watching tv. Watching some senseless youtube videos it seemed like. He looked up and saw me and gave a casual `` Hey Mom ''. He 's not acting like anything is off. This a good sign he did n't see me like that.

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

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

'' Cus your hair is all messy and you 're giving off a very befuddle vibe, like you still have n't gotten your bearings ''.

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

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

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

'' Sounds awe-inspiring. You know I want New York elan, just pepperoni '' he said excitedly.

'' Yes, dearest I know. I think anyone who is around you for at least 10 minutes knows this '' I said laughingly. That was bridge player down his dearie solid food. It was probably my favorite character of pizza as well, so it worked for us.



I ordered the pizza, and threw a bottle wine-colored in the fridge. I think I needed a methamphetamine hydrochloride or two to get my mind off of how irresponsible, and shameful, I had behaved earlier. Allowing persuasion of my son to be the driving force for my delight was just wrong. And I was mad at myself for justifying it earlier. Whatever, hopefully after a well night's sleep tonight, all of this business will be done and forgotten about. John Tyler and I watched some random youtube telecasting for a couplet of hours as we snacked on pizza pie, and I finished off the feeding bottle of wine. I was definitely feeling a little tipsy, and it was only 8, so I figured what the Hades, another glass or two wo n't hurt. If anything, it will help me flow to sleep, which I 'll need after that yearn nap earlier. Tyler decided to head to his room for the Night, which I assumed he would run xbox for a couple of 60 minutes before calling it a Night. I switched the TV over to Netflix and found one of my favorite sitcom and watched a few installment of that. Time really flew, because adjacent matter I knew, I had finished off the intact 2nd bottle, and it was past 11.

'' Damn, I need to get to bed. I think I 'm reasonably drunk right now '' I said out loud to myself. I got up and stretched and then cleaned up the living room really speedy. I stumbled a minuscule bit, but I managed to walk to Tyler 's room to tell him illuminate out and go to catch some Z's. I always knock, but being quite inebriate at this point in time, I turned his room access handle and opened the doorway wide. Apparently, I was n't that loud when doing so because he did n't hear me at all. He had his optic closed, laying on his back with no shirt on, underdrawers down below his knees, and both hands on his arduous cock. I just stood there mouth wide open. How was this happening ? How could I be trying to get the visual of his underclothes clad erecting out of my mind, and now I see him actively masturbating. I guess that answered one enquiry I had. He was clearly getting himself off. Except he was doing it weird. I 've watched quite a bit of pornography, watched my hubby and deal of early sexual pardner 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 shaft, and one palm on the former side of it, and rubbing his thenar up and down like he was trying to make a hot dog out of play clams. I was sort of mesmerized by it. I knew I needed to just walk out and let him have his privacy, but I just did n't desire to appear away. Not to mention I was a little concerned with how he was masturbating. Finally I realized that if he opened his heart, he would see me watching him, and the fear of that motivated me to step back and close his door.

This time I did n't even try to fight it. Once I got to my bedchamber, I threw off my dress, plopped down on my bed, and fingered myself to multiple orgasms yet again. That made 8 total for the day. Not my record by any means, but certainly more than my mediocre. I laid back and let the combining of the post orgasmic cloud nine and the effect of the vino put me to catch some Z's.

The next day

I reached over and slapped my sound as the alarm on it was going off. 6:00 am. `` Jesus it should be illegal to be up this too soon on your day off '' I sat up and felt a discomfort in my pass. It hit me I was hung over from a little too a great deal wine-coloured terminal night. I kicked myself for not remembering to fuddle water before I went to bed. My judgement raced back to conclusion night. I remembered the incredible lecherousness I felt, the amazing coming, and just overall the seventh heaven and gratification I had. I knew it was because of the tabu visuals I had of my son. I sat there and thought about it. I could either grant pity and guilt to destroy to me, or I can just take over that this taboo is triggering something inside of me that is greatly increasing my masturbation. Leave it in fantasy land, and it will all be ok. Eventually it will lessen, and something else will charter its place. I was about to discombobulate on dress and go fix Tyler his birthday breakfast, but I remembered the way he was masturbating last dark. `` That ca n't be normal '' I thought to myself. So I grabbed my phone and googled it. In about 20 minutes, I had found 3 health article, a reddit screw thread, and a youtube video explaining that it was n't uncommon for son to masturbate in this manner, like rolling up play dough into a hot dog. However it was n't the sound technique and over metre can induce some strong-arm equipment casualty, as well as bulla and sores. I sighed as I knew I was going to hold to blab with him about this, as uncomfortable and awkward as it may be. I 'll wait until tonight, do n't want to damper the birthday solemnization today.

I finally got dressed and made breakfast. Almost a heap of Gallic toast with Bacon. I yelled down for Tyler, as I knew better at this full stop to put down his bedroom. We both ate and talked about everything we were going to do today. After we cleaned up the table, we both went and showered and got dressed. We left the house at 10 to go pluck up his two friends and started the day's events. First was the promenade. I let Tyler and his friends go off and do their own thing. Instead of gifts, I gave him $ 250 to go and pass on whatever he wanted. Teenage son seem to appreciate straightaway John Cash over anything personal, as I 've come to find out. I took the time to sit down with a frappuccino and just loosen in the intellectual nourishment court. Nothing in the mall really interested me. I hated shopping for dress now, because it makes me reckon of how my body used to wait. I 'm by no agency fat. And I 'm still probably quite attractive to most men and maybe even some women too. But it 's still blatantly obvious I 've put on several pounds in the go few days, along with gravity doing it 's piece of work on multiple areas of my physical structure. 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 tiffin from the food homage, then I took the youngster to an arcade where they had another nice sum of money to blow through. Before a nice dinner at TGI Friday 's, for whatever rationality is my son 's favorite, we went to the moving picture. They all wanted to see this dingy teenage comedy. I knew his friends parents, and knew they were n't all that stern and prolly would n't handle, so I agreed. A scenery came up where one of the actresses was topless. Tyler glanced over at me, I 'm assuming to see my reaction. I just looked at him at smiled, letting him know it 's perfectly ok for him to relish what he 's seeing. I could definitely tell President Tyler was enjoying the moving picture much more after that. We got dinner, dropped off his acquaintance at their homes, and headed dwelling house ourselves. I popped give a feeding bottle of wine and sat down on the sofa to watch some TV, and 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 talk to you about something '' I said in a unplayful but also attempting to voice 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. endure Nox before I went to bed, I went to check on you. I was a little drunk and forgot to knock ''. It was at this point his center got as wide as saucers. I think he quickly figured out what I was going to say next.

'' And yes, I saw you masturbating last night '' I do n't think I 've ever seen anyone 's case get that tint of red before. It was clear he was extremely humiliated and uncomfortable.

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

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

'' Honey, it 's the way you were masturbating that 's the progeny. Using two helping hand on each side of your penis, and doing the rolling motion. Have you always jerked off like that"? As soon as the words `` jerked off '' left my sass, I was kicking myself. Certainly not a very parental way of talking to your son, and I could see his eye get wide again as soon I said it.

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

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

'' I do n't lie with. 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 jazz there was another way. ``

'' Well I guess that response my question about whether you 've been watching porn or not '' I said laughingly. I got up and poured another drinking glass of wine-colored, now on my 2nd nursing 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 jack off ''. Damn it, I did it again. `` Maybe I should slow down on the wine-colored if it 's causing me to blab out like that to Tyler '' I thought to myself. Then I disregarded that whim and turned my glass up. `` number one off, that `` spirit '' is called an sexual climax. And when you 're talking about the thick white liquidness that shoots out, that 's called come. Sperm is what 's inside of the come. have me just a minute, let me go get something ''. I went and poured another glass of wine-colored, this clip drinking a glass of piddle before I did so maybe I would n't have a head ache tomorrow like I did this sunrise. 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 desire to restrain him any, though my smallest was 7 inches and quite thick.

I 'm certain you would have needed a forklift to snarf Tyler 's jaw off the ground when I walked back in the animation room with the dildo in my hand. I plopped back onto the sofa, and held the dildo up. `` Do you sleep with what this is called honey ? '' I asked.

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

'' That 's correctly. I use this to pleasure myself. And you 've been pleasuring yourself like this '' I stated as I started a rolling question with both my hands against the gumshoe prick. This is not a sizeable way to jerk off baby. This can cause a lot of blisters and sores to mould on your penis and could potentially injure the tissue inside of your phallus. Have you experienced any of these issues ? '' I asked

'' Um ... ... .well ... ... yeah, a distich of sentence '' 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 hand up and down the gum elastic irradiation, working my wrist, giving him a replete demonstration of how properly wank his dick. Then I explained as you can grip it a piddling bit harder and harder as you go, but not too tight. Then I explained that you want to focus more on the oral sex as you feel the sexual climax coming on, because of the spare face finish in your head. I could say he was still uncomfortable talking to me about this. So, i stuck the arctic cock in front line of his face and said `` Wan na give it a lick '' jokingly.

'' Ewww stark mom, what the shit ! ``

I started laughing with my all dead body at his reaction. `` Finally, he says something more than just umm or well ''

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

'' I know it 's kind of Weird babe, but it 's significant, and your dad is n't here to run you on this, so you 're gon na have to deal with your dear old female parent '' I said jokingly. `` But it 's perfectly fine to lighten up sweetheart and actually deliver a conversation with me about this. You can ask me anything about sex or masturbation. You do n't birth to find embarrassed or be uncomfortable about all this with me. '' I could distinguish with his body language he was starting to feel a little more at ease with me.

'' fountainhead, I do receive one enquiry '' he asked

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

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

Not going to lie, I was not expecting that question. And to be honest, I was n't totally for sure. I had seen his underwear tent, and though I watched him masturbate, his hands really kept me from seeing his whole phallus.

'' Well sister, I 'm not totally certainly how big your penis is, your hands were in the way from me seeing the whole thing. So I ca n't really answer that unless you 're willing to unload your pants and get yourself hard '' i said, not really unplayful. fountainhead apparently, I underestimated his insecurity about his dick, because he pulled down his bloomers and underwear and had his hawkshaw in his paw before I was even capable to react.

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

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

I watched as his cock started to develop 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 give an expertise about 16 year old penis sizes, it looked perfectly average. He dropped his manus and let me look at it in it 's complete glory as it stood at fully attention.

'' Well first love, remember that you just turned 16. You 've still got a year or two more than of growth coming. But it looks exactly the way it should. You 're not big, but you 're not small. You have nothing to care about. It 's actually moderately precious sweetie ''

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

I laughed `` Do n't be upset baby. You have a dainty dick. '' It was my bout for my center to plow into disk as I realized I just said cock instead of phallus. `` Sorry, I meant penis. I should n't use the slang terms in presence you ''

'' It 's ok Mom, hearing you say that was kinda hot ''. Ok, now he 's gotten way too well-situated.

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

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

There were then a few moment of an embarrassing secretiveness, all this meter his dick still out with his pants and underclothes below his genu, and I was trying my damnedest to not gaze at it. So I decided to fetch the conversation back to the archetype topic.

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

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

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

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

'' fountainhead of line right now. You 're all inclined and ready to go, are n't you ? ``

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

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

He then pulled off his drawers and underwear completely and walked to his room. He may be average in the hawkshaw size of it section, but he definitely had a overnice ass. I then realized he prolly did n't have any lubricating substance, as I did n't see him use any concluding night. I got up to go grab some from my toy chest, but stumbled Sir Thomas More than once to my elbow room. `` Shit, this wine-coloured is getting to me estimable tonight. I hope I do n't repent any of this in the cockcrow. 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 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 or shame for any of this. It felt comfortable. I felt like I was bonding with my son. Where 's the trauma in any of that ?

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

'' Here, use this from now on. Not only will it serve esthesis, but it will preclude any physical damage happening. ``

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

'' You still can get blisters or sores, but nowhere near as a great deal. And you can prevent it completely by using lubricator ''

'' 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 comfortable masturbating in figurehead of me.

I was set up to go to bed and get myself off and diminish asleep, so I was hoping he would be done shortly. It was only about 3 bit later he walked back into the living room, but still au naturel. I did n't say anything about him still being naked, and I knew if I had any regrets the next break of day, it would prolly be that.

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

'' Holy shit Mom, that was so a lot better. That felt puzzle. 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 full from the 3 bottles of wine-coloured. I knew the room was going to take up spinning as soon as I laid down.

'' Well good honey. I 'm happy for you. Now if you 'll let off me, it 's time for me to go nap. Even though it means I do n't get to face at Mr. Cutie down there '' I said just to embarrass him a little.

'' Mom, please, do n't call off it that '' he pleaded. I just laughed some more and headed to my bedroom, giving his body one more little coup d'oeil. I stripped off my apparel and fell back on my bed. My pussycat was already wet, though honestly, I had n't even noticed until right now. I shot my fingers straight down, knowing I was too drunk to even take hold of any toy dog .