I like to cerebrate I 've been a ripe undivided female parent. For the past four years since my married man passed, I 've been on my own raising my son Tyler, who will be turning 16 tomorrow. I have a good job that takes care of everything, my son makes all A 's and B 's, and participates in multiple play. boilers suit, he 's a big kid and I am extremely lofty of him. So with everything considered, I think I 've done right in this 1 mom sprightliness. The only affair where I 've been lacking on is the sexual English of his life. Been lacking in my life as well, but I do n't plan on trying to engagement again until he 's a couple of eld older. But with Tyler, there 's a lot of fatherlike talks in the intimate region that I just have n't worked up the bravery 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 female parent to do the same with her son. I 've taught him about the science of it all, you know, how infant are made. I 'm not 100 % sure he understood what I was saying. The conversation did n't even last five arcminute as I was just trying to get in and get out. I also have n't checked behind him any. Checking his internet chronicle, looking under his mattress, stuff like that. I want him to have his privateness. And I guess a piece of me hopes he can figure out all the sex stuff on his own. I honestly do n't even know if he masturbates yet or not. I know I should more and be much better than this, but we have a not bad family relationship, and I 'm afraid that I could jeopardize that by with how I deal with sex when it comes to him. Anyways, the floor 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 study, Monday-Thursday, so I can stay 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 potential 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 shoal left out. I finally got up and took off my nightie. I stared in the mirror almost in disgust. `` Ugh, where did that amazing body I had go to '' I thought to myself. Even after Tyler was born, I kept up my looks very well. I had a tailored tummy, decent 36 c titmouse, 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 Sir Thomas More look at my stomach 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 use. I threw on a new bra, t-shirt, and denim boxershorts, grabbed my cay, and headed off for solid food. About 25 minutes later, I was home again. I set the food on the kitchen table and went to President Tyler 's room to wake him up. If I did n't wake up him up, he 'd sleep till the good afternoon. I got to his doorway and gave the customary whack. No response, so I opened his room access only to get an unexpected sight. 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 strong case of morning woodwind. I stared at it for a few secondment, guesstimating it was around 4 inches, which I assumed was around average for his age. I then got upset at myself for thinking about the length of my son 's member. Instead of creating an bunglesome here and now, I walked out of his room and shut his door back. Then I yelled loudly `` Tyler, stir up up, I got breakfast ! ! ! ''

A few minute later, President Tyler came down to the kitchen and we both sat the tabular array to love our breakfast. Generally our meal together consist of me bringing up whatever topic of conversation, and we have a dependable public lecture. This time however I was struggling to get the prototype of my sons underclothes tent out my head teacher. I could n't believe myself. It 's my son for God 's sake. And I did n't even see his phallus, just the tent in his boxershorts. 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 mentality reacts just to seeing my 16 class old son 's covered erection, then apparently I have been neglecting certain needs I did n't realize I had. I 've had a very healthy masturbation life-time, with quite a breast full of toy that all get used often. But I guess I need to get out and get the real affair 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 train of thought.

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

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

'' Sounds like a good plan. I think I might do the same. Driving you and your protagonist all over town tomorrow for your birthday is going to take a lot of energy, so I dependable rest up '' I said half-jokingly.

We continued with some more small public lecture, 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 elbow room to bet his xbox, while I cleaned up around the theater some. It had been a dyad of time of day since I had cobbler's last persuasion about what I saw this morning, but the image came back and hit me again. Did n't take long and my tit started getting hard again and I could feel my pussy getting damp. I let out a very frustrated `` Ugh '' before heading to my room to take guardianship of myself. I decided that this was n't going to be a promptly session, but at least an hr long onanism marathon. I went into my wardrobe and pulled out the large pectus and took a nice long flavour at my myriad of pick. I always give my nipples attention first, and I was in the humour for some light pain, so I grabbed the attractive feature balls. I took a pair and placed them on both sides of my right mamilla and immediately gasped as I let go and felt the pressure of the attractor push against teat, squeezing it, pushing it likes a zit that needed to be popped. I gave it a motion-picture show, and winced from the painfulness. I took the next twosome and placed them on my allow for nipple. I laid down for a instant and gently rubbed the tops of my tit, enjoying the annoyance and the pleasure running through my body. Next up had to be my Wattenberg pinwheel. I laid back down and ran the rack over my stomach first. Then to my second joint. At this point, my pussy was drenched and was aching to be taken forethought of. But not yet, the buildup is half the fun. As I ran the rack, feeling the spindle dig into my very sensitive skin of my under white meat, the look-alike of my sons erection entered back into my head.

'' darn it, do not think 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 icon out my head. `` My god what is amiss with me '' I sighed as laid out my arms in licking. How in the hell could I do this while an image of my son is in my straits ? But fuck I needed expiration. I was in desperate need of getting.

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

I returned to the cycle, running it along my breast, not touching my nipples yet. After a few min of teasing myself, I finally took the steering wheel and hit my left nipple with one of the spike. The combination of the magnets still pushing against them and spike digging into the top almost made me yell out loud, the opinion was so vivid. I repeated this multiple metre before turning my aid to my inner thighs, running the cycle up and down, right 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 kitty-cat the care it needs, I still needed to take attention of one more area. I reached into my pectus and pulled out one of my various stub male plug. Do n't want my stuff ass to get all the attention of my encephalon, but I want more than just to feel poked. A strong black-market, medium size one will do just the joke. I grabbed the ass relax lube and covered the fire hydrant, then put a effective dab of it on my fingerbreadth and slowly insert one finger into my schpincter. My former hubby and I started having anal sex quite often after John 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 piddling unspeakable. But after a few times, the nuisance was n't there anymore, and I started to become well-heeled with uncomfortableness, if that makes any sensory faculty. After he passed, I tried a couple of my dildos, but they just were n't doing the trick. I bought an assortment of butt plugs and have worked my way up over the endure dyad of years. I 've found that just having my ass stuffed with a chew does way for more for me than actually having a phallus thrusting in and out.

After a couple of minutes of preparing my butthole with my finger, I slowly inserted the sparking plug, pushing and stopping a couple of times before shoving it completely in. I could flap down it in no problem if I wanted to, but going slow like this is just way more fun. With the hype in now, I turned my attention back to my nipples. I had gotten used to the attraction at this point and the pain 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 prank. I poured just a pea sized drop out, and slowly applied it on both of my areola, slowly rubbing it in the unspoiled I could around the magnets. I then laid back and just a couple of irregular later I could the chroma building up, and that lovely burning sensation. I enjoyed the burning for a couplet of min before deciding to put another dab on. But this time, I decided it was sentence to contribute my clitoris some attention. So I put another dip of icy hot on my nipples, and then transport my fingers, still with icy hot rest on them, straight to my clitoris. I wanted to go slowly and feel a little burn as I rubbed myself, but then it happened again. Tyler erecting popped up in my head again. And this time, I did n't call up to myself his erecting, his collapsible shelter, or his member. I thought to myself `` That 's my Son turncock ''. Even thinking the countersign made me break my self-control, and I no longer was slowly touching myself, but furiously attacking my clit as hard and as fast as I could. I could n't remember the net clip when wanton lust overcame me in such a way. I rubbed, slapped, dug my fingertips into my clit with every fiber of my being, and it did n't hire long before one of the most intense orgasms I 've ever had swept over me. After the orgasm subsided, I took a minute to catch my hint before going back for more. This sentence, I was going nuclear. I grabbed my dildo that had a clit stimulator attachment. Going irksome and sensual was thrown out the window. I slammed that silicone polymer cock into my dripping wet snatch like I was drilling for oil. I turned myself over, making sure to drown my face into my pillow to insure anything that came out my mouth would n't be heard by my son. And again, it 's all I visualized. My son 's peter. This prison term I was imagining it without the aegis of his shorts. I thought about his hard putz, 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 pussy, feeling the transmitting aerial of the clit stimulator rubbing against my swell clit. Another coming washed over me. And I kept going, and a few hour later another. I had 3 absolutely awing climax with that dildo. I laid on my rear again, panting just trying to catch my breath. I had n't gotten off like this in a hanker 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 compounding of disgust and excitement. My married man had loved to finger me, then have his finger's breadth 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 showtime time in yr, I wanted it. I slowly started licking and sucking on the dildo, tasting the juice that made my cunt deliciously soaked. Then my head took me another dark shoes, as I started to imagine my son 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 rear of my throat, almost causing my gag unconditioned reflex to make me vomit. I finally stopped, and thought to myself `` God you are so fucked in the brain. How can I even have these thoughts"? Parted of me wanted to end. I thought I was done, but the oral sex I performed on my dildo imagining it was Tyler 's tool gave my cunt new liveliness. I needed one last good orgasm. I threw the dildo on the nightstand and shot my hands to my wet puss. I took my cursor and middle finger's breadth and dug them as inscrutable as I could into my soaking kettle of fish, and furiously started curling them, hitting the bulwark of my interior. I rubbed my fingers against my insides as hard and as fast as I could. My pes were touching my bed 's headboard, as I had curled my consistency up to get adept access to the depths of my slit. It did n't subscribe to yearn, and I felt the coming starting to hit. I was about to ingest 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 pip my hired man off my kitty-cat and went up into the air. The largest and longest I 've ever squirted, this sexual climax literally made my torso go limp, as I tried to cover myself, but I could n't get any part of my body to listen to me. So I just laid there as my own squirting juice fell right on my nerve and tits. I thought I would be disgusted by this, but a orotund grin came over me. I reveled in my stake orgasmic pleasure. My hands went to my tits and rubbed my girl cum all over me. I took off the magnets, and rubbed the juices in like it was lotion. I still had n't rubbed off the juice that were on my face. I took one of my tits 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 body was so exhausted, I just laid there and passed out, not having the will to do anything else.

I woke up very discombobulate. I opened my eyes, and I could n't even remember what day it was, let along about what clock time it was. I looked over at my dismay clock and it was 4:17. All of a sudden everything hit me. `` FUCK ! '' 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 hours. Then I felt something very uncomfortable. `` Oh shit the buttplug. I forgot to charter it out ''. And then more panic swept over me as I realized I had n't put any of the toy dog up. The Wattenberg bicycle, the dildo, the lubes, the magnets, they were all sitting out and would be the first affair anyone would if they just walked into my elbow room, along with the open toy chest or my completely raw body. `` Fuck, what if Tyler walked in to ask me about lunch ''. The sheer enjoyment and pleasure I had felt decent before I fell asleep had now been replaced with guilty conscience and shame. After a dyad of moment of just sitting there chastising myself, I finally stood up and grabbed everything off the nightstand and went into my privy. 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 wardrobe before throwing back on my tank top and short pants. I walked into the sustenance elbow room and saw Tyler sitting there watching tv. Watching some mindless 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 expert 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 inside. How did he fuck I was asleep ?

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

'' Cus your haircloth is all messy and you 're giving off a very confused vibe, like you still have n't convey your bearings ''.

I almost audibly sighed in substitute. `` Yeah, I guess I napped some. Did n't signify to. Did you get some lunch ? 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 proceedings ago. ``

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

'' Sounds awesome. You know I want New York stylus, just pepperoni '' he said excitedly.

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



I ordered the pizza, and threw a bottle vino in the fridge. I think I needed a glass or two to get my intellect off of how irresponsible, and inglorious, I had behaved earlier. Allowing thoughts of my son to be the driving effect for my pleasure was just awry. And I was mad at myself for justifying it earlier. Whatever, hopefully after a good night's eternal rest tonight, all of this business will be done and forgotten about. Tyler and I watched some random youtube videos for a couple of hours as we snacked on pizza, and I finished off the bottle of vino. I was definitely feeling a trivial tipsy, and it was only 8, so I figured what the hell, another methamphetamine or two wo n't injure. If anything, it will help me fall to sleep, which I 'll ask after that hanker nap earlier. Tyler decided to head to his room for the night, which I assumed he would play xbox for a couplet of time of day before calling it a night. I switched the TV over to Netflix and found one of my darling sitcoms and watched a few episode of that. clip really flew, because next affair I knew, I had finished off the entire 2nd bottle, and it was past tense 11.

'' Damn, I need to get to bed. I think I 'm middling drunk right now '' I said out loud to myself. I got up and stretched and then cleaned up the aliveness room really prompt. I stumbled a niggling bit, but I managed to walk to John Tyler 's elbow room to tell him lights out and go to sleep. I always knock, but being quite rummy at this point, I turned his doorway handle and opened the door wide. Apparently, I was n't that loud when doing so because he did n't hear me at all. He had his center closed, laying on his back with no shirt on, packer down below his knees, and both hands on his hard cock. I just stood there mouth extensive exposed. How was this happening ? How could I be trying to get the visual of his underwear dress erection out of my idea, and now I see him actively masturbating. I guess that answered one question I had. He was clearly getting himself off. Except he was doing it Weird. I 've watched quite a bit of porn, watched my married man and plenty of former sexual partners before I met him stroke themselves, and I had never see any of them play with themselves like this. He had one palm tree on one side of his cock, and one palm on the other side of it, and rubbing his palms up and down like he was trying to make believe a hot dog out of manoeuvre moolah. 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 want to calculate away. Not to cite I was a short interest with how he was masturbating. Finally I realized that if he opened his middle, he would see me watching him, and the fear of that motivated me to ill-use back and close up his door.

This time I did n't even try to campaign it. Once I got to my bedroom, I threw off my apparel, plopped down on my bed, and fingered myself to multiple orgasms yet again. That made 8 totality for the day. Not my record by any substance, but certainly more than my mediocre. I laid back and let the combination of the Wiley Post orgasmic cloud nine and the effects of the wine put me to kip.

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 betimes on your day off '' I sat up and felt a discomfort in my head. It hit me I was hung over from a little too much wine-colored last Nox. I kicked myself for not remembering to tope pee before I went to bed. My head raced back to last night. I remembered the unbelievable lustfulness I felt, the awful climax, and just overall the bliss and satisfaction 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 shame and guiltiness to ruin to me, or I can just have that this taboo is triggering something inside of me that is greatly increasing my masturbation. give it in phantasy kingdom, and it will all be ok. Eventually it will settle, and something else will take its place. I was about to thrust on apparel and go fix President Tyler his natal day breakfast, but I remembered the way he was masturbating lastly Night. `` That ca n't be normal '' I thought to myself. So I grabbed my phone and googled it. In about 20 second, I had found 3 health articles, a reddit thread, and a youtube video explaining that it was n't rare for boy to masturbate in this personal manner, like rolling up play dough into a hot dog. However it was n't the goodish technique and over time can cause some physical damage, as well as blisters and sores. I sighed as I knew I was going to have to sing with him about this, as uncomfortable and awkward as it may be. I 'll wait until tonight, do n't need to damper the birthday celebration today.

I finally got dressed and made breakfast. Almost a mountain of Gallic toast with bacon. I yelled down for Tyler, as I knew better at this 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 house at 10 to go foot up his two friends and started the day's events. First was the mall. I let Tyler and his friends go off and do their own matter. Instead of natural endowment, I gave him $ 250 to go and drop on whatever he wanted. Teenage boy seem to appreciate straight cash over anything personal, as I 've come to find out. I took the time to sit down with a frappuccino and just slack in the food court. Nothing in the shopping center really worry me. I hated shopping for clothes now, because it makes me think of how my eubstance used to look. I 'm by no substance fat. And I 'm still probably quite attractive to nearly men and maybe even some women too. But it 's still blatantly obvious I 've put on several pounds in the last few geezerhood, along with gravitational force doing it 's work on multiple domain of my body. So I after I finished my beverage, 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 luncheon from the food for thought tourist court, then I took the kids to an colonnade where they had another nice sum of money to blow through. Before a Nice dinner at TGI Friday 's, for whatever ground is my son 's favored, we went to the flick. They all wanted to see this raunchy teenage comedy. I knew his ally parents, and knew they were n't all that stern and prolly would n't give 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 relish what he 's seeing. I could definitely tell Tyler was enjoying the pic much more after that. We got dinner, dropped off his friends at their homes, and headed home ourselves. I popped open a bottleful of wine and sat down on the couch to follow some TV, and John Tyler joined me as he sat on the other end. I finished the wine, 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 severe 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 dark 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 eyes got as wide as dish antenna. I think he quickly figured out what I was going to say next.

'' And yes, I saw you masturbating last dark '' I do n't recall I 've ever seen anyone 's face get that shade of red before. It was crystallise he was extremely mortified and uncomfortable.

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

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

'' love, it 's the way you were masturbating that 's the outlet. Using two work force on each position of your penis, and doing the rolling motion. Have you always jerked off like that"? As soon as the run-in `` 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 eyes get wide again as soon I said it.

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

'' Is there a reason 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 tone, and the sperm cell came out. I did n't have intercourse there was another way. ``

'' Well 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-coloured, 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 truelove, there are former agency to jack off ''. Damn it, I did it again. `` Maybe I should slow down on the wine-coloured if it 's causing me to peach like that to Tyler '' I thought to myself. Then I disregarded that notion and turned my drinking glass up. `` First off, that `` notion '' is called an coming. And when you 're talking about the thick Stanford White liquid that shoots out, that 's called seminal fluid. spermatozoan is what 's interior of the cum. Give me just a min, let me go get something ''. I went and poured another glass of vino, this time drinking a chalk of weewee before I did so maybe I would n't throw 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 minor one I had, I did n't want to intimidate him any, though my smallest was 7 column inch and quite thick.

I 'm sealed you would own needed a forklift to airlift John Tyler 's jaw off the ground when I walked back in the living room with the dildo in my paw. I plopped back onto the couch, and held the dildo up. `` Do you love 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 apparent motion with both my hands against the rubber prick. This is not a healthy way to jerk off baby. This can cause a lot of blisters and sores to form on your phallus and could potentially hurt the tissue paper inside of your member. Have you experienced any of these issues ? '' 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 helping hand up and down the rubber shaft, working my wrist, giving him a full-of-the-moon demonstration of how decently wank his cock. Then I explained as you can grip it a picayune bit harder and harder as you go, but not too tight. Then I explained that you want to focus more on the promontory as you feel the orgasm coming on, because of the extra brass endings in your head. I could recite he was still uncomfortable talking to me about this. So, i stuck the rubber cock in front of his face and said `` Wan na give it a poke '' jokingly.

'' Ewww gross mom, what the dirt ! ``

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

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

'' I know it 's form of eldritch baby, but it 's significant, 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 fine to lighten up sweetie and actually ingest a conversation with me about this. You can ask me anything about sex or masturbation. You do n't have to feel block or be uncomfortable about all this with me. '' I could differentiate with his eubstance language he was starting to find a little Thomas More at ease with me.

'' fountainhead, I do have one question '' 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 of it wise ? Does it look the way it 's supposed to ? ``

Not going to lie, I was not expecting that dubiousness. And to be true, I was n't totally sure. I had seen his underclothing tent, and though I watched him masturbate, his custody really kept me from seeing his whole member.

'' well baby, I 'm not totally indisputable how big your penis is, your custody were in the way from me seeing the completely thing. So I ca n't really serve that unless you 're willing to drop your pant and get yourself hard '' i said, not really serious. Well apparently, I underestimated his insecurity about his cock, because he pulled down his pants and underclothes and had his shaft in his hands before I was even able to react.

'' Oh ... .wow ... .I speculation we 're doing this '' I said very surprise.

'' 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 Friend. But I know they probably do n't do it 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 severalise he was Brobdingnagian for his age and he was very lucky. But honestly, even though I did n't exactly have an expertise about 16 year old penis sizes, it looked perfectly middling. He dropped his hands and let me view it in it 's unadulterated glory as it stood at full attention.

'' Well first dear, remember that you just turned 16. You 've still got a year or two to a greater extent of increase coming. But it looks exactly the way it should. You 're not big, but you 're not small. You have zippo to worry about. It 's actually jolly cute steady ''

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

I laughed `` Do n't be upset baby. You have a nice hawkshaw. '' It was my turning for my eyes to turn into discus as I realized I just said pecker instead of penis. `` Sorry, I meant penis. I should n't use the argot terms in front man you ''

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

I laughed and said `` Did you really just admit that something your mother 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 couch with his tool still out and firmly, and said `` yeah maybe that was n't the beneficial matter to say '' with a hint of laugh in his vox.

There were then a few moments of an ill-chosen silence, all this time his dick still out with his knickers and underwear below his human knee, and I was trying my damnedest to not stare at it. So I decided to bring the conversation back to the original matter.

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

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

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

'' Seriously ? Like rightfulness now ? '' he asked

'' wellspring of path right now. You 're all cook 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 separate me how it was.

He then pulled off his pants and underclothes completely and walked to his room. He may be average in the peter size 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 chest of drawers, but stumbled more than once to my way. `` darn, this wine-colored is getting to me good tonight. I hope I do n't regret any of this in the daybreak. 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 find any guiltiness or disgrace for any of this. It felt comfortable. I felt like I was bonding with my son. Where 's the harm in any of that ?

I found an extra bottle of lubricating substance that I have n't opened yet, and grabbed that. I walked to his way and knocked, then opened his room access. He was sitting on his bed, completely nude now, with his manus wrapped around his cock. He looked so endearing. I tossed him the bottleful of lube.

'' Here, use this from now on. Not only will it help sense, but it will prevent any physical hurt happening. ``

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

'' You still can get bleb or sores, but nowhere near as much. And you can prevent 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 flighty and scared to even talking about this to being completely prosperous masturbating in front of me.

I was ready to go to bed and get myself off and strike asleep, so I was hoping he would be done shortly. It was only about 3 arcminute later he walked back into the living way, but still naked. I did n't say anything about him still being naked, and I knew if I had any regrets the next morning, it would prolly be that.

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

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

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

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

'' Mom, please, do n't send for it that '' he pleaded. I just laughed some more and headed to my bedroom, giving his body one more fiddling glance. I stripped off my clothes and fell back on my bed. My pussy was already wet, though honestly, I had n't even noticed until right now. I shot my fingers straight down, knowing I was too booze to even snaffle any miniature .