I like to think I 've been a good 1 mother. For the past four long time since my husband passed, I 've been on my own raising my son President Tyler, who will be turning 16 tomorrow. I have a skillful job that takes care of everything, my son makes all A 's and B 's, and participates in multiple sports. Overall, he 's a gravid kid and I am extremely lofty of him. So with everything considered, I think I 've done in effect in this single mom liveliness. The lone thing where I 've been lacking on is the sexual face of his lifespan. Been lacking in my animation as well, but I do n't design on trying to date again until he 's a couple of years older. But with Tyler, there 's a lot of fatherlike dialogue in the intimate realm that I just have n't worked up the courage to get with him. It 's very awkward for a son to talk to his mother about sex, and it 's quite ill at ease 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 induce his privacy. And I guess a division of me hopes he can estimate out all the sex clobber on his own. I honestly do n't even know if he masturbates yet or not. I know I should more and be much effective than this, but we have a great relationship, and I 'm afraid that I could menace that by with how I deal with sex when it comes to him. Anyways, the tale 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 slumber, but to no avail. Now it was almost 7. It 's Friday, and I only work, 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 soundly, oleaginous fast food breakfast, so I decided to get up and get dressed, and go pick some up. I would most likely be back before John Tyler even woke up. It 's summer vacation for him I do n't call back he 's been up before 10 since school 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 John Tyler was born, I kept up my looks very well. I had a tailored tummy, decent 36 c nipple, and a overnice sized business firm ass. But what the underworld 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 solid ground, and an ass that been the telephone receiver of all of my unhealthy rust riding habit. I threw on a new bra, t-shirt, and denim drawers, grabbed my tonality, and headed off for nutrient. About 25 minutes later, I was home again. I set the food on the kitchen mesa and went to Tyler 's room to awake him up. If I did n't wake him up, he 'd slumber till the afternoon. I got to his door and gave the customary whang. No answer, so I opened his door only to get an unexpected visual modality. Tyler was still asleep, but his covers were thrown off his body and he slept on his rachis in just his underwear. And he had one strong compositor's case of dayspring wood. I stared at it for a few seconds, guesstimating it was around 4 in, which I assumed was around intermediate for his age. I then got upset at myself for thinking about the length of my son 's penis. Instead of creating an awkward moment, I walked out of his elbow room and shut out his door back. Then I yelled loudly `` President Tyler, awaken up, I got breakfast ! ! ! ''

A few bit later, Tyler came down to the kitchen and we both sat the table to enjoy our breakfast. Generally our meals together consist of me bringing up whatever theme of conversation, and we have a near talk of the town. This time however I was struggling to get the image of my sons underclothing tent out my forefront. 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 brains reacts just to seeing my 16 year old son 's encompass erection, then apparently I have been neglecting certain needs I did n't agnise I had. I 've had a very respectable masturbation liveliness, with quite a pectus full of toys that all get used often. But I guess I need to get out and get the material 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 railroad train of thought.

'' Oh no problem sweetheart. So what do you planned today ? '' I asked.

'' Not very much today. I figured cus we 're going out tomorrow with Brad and Casey, I would chill around the business firm today '' President Tyler said as threw he away his trash and cleaned off his daub at the board. `` What are you up to today ? ``

'' Sounds like a undecomposed architectural plan. I think I might do the same. Driving you and your booster all over town tomorrow for your natal day is going to take a lot of Energy Department, so I better 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 schedule figured out for his birthday. After all that, he retreated to his elbow room to play his xbox, while I cleaned up around the house some. It had been a duad of hours since I had last thought about what I saw this morning, but the image came back and hit me again. Did n't take long and my nipples started getting hard again and I could experience my pussy getting damp. I let out a very frustrated `` Ugh '' before heading to my elbow room to contract caution of myself. I decided that this was n't going to be a quick academic session, but at least an hour long masturbation marathon. I went into my wardrobe and pulled out the enceinte pectus and took a nice long smell at my myriad of options. I always give my tit attention first, and I was in the humour for some light pain, so I grabbed the magnet testis. I took a couplet and placed them on both sides of my right wing nipple and immediately gasped as I let go and matte the atmospheric pressure of the attraction push against nipple, squeezing it, pushing it likes a pimple that needed to be popped. I gave it a motion picture, and winced from the pain sensation. I took the next yoke and placed them on my remaining nipple. I laid down for a second and gently rubbed the tops of my tit, enjoying the infliction and the pleasure running through my trunk. next up had to be my Wattenberg pinwheel. I laid back down and ran the bike over my stomach first. Then to my thighs. At this peak, 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 wheel, feeling the spikes dig into my very sore tegument of my under breasts, the persona of my son 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 boob, but I still could n't get the image out my read/write head. `` My god what is wrong with me '' I sighed as laid out my branch in defeat. How in the hell could I do this while an icon of my son is in my headspring ? But fuck I needed vent. I was in dire pauperism of getting.

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

I returned to the wheel, running it along my nipple, not touching my teat yet. After a few minutes of teasing myself, I finally took the wheel and hit my exit nipple with one of the spikes. The combination of the attractive feature still pushing against them and spike out digging into the top almost made me hollo out loud, the tone was so intense. I repeated this multiple sentence before turning my care to my privileged thigh, running the cycle up and down, good outside my outer labia. By the time I put the wheel down, I was practically bucking my hips driving myself almost to the spot of insanity. But I still wasn't there yet. Before I give my puss the attention it needs, I still needed to take caution of one More area. I reached into my chest and pulled out one of my several butt plugs. Do n't want my lug ass to get all the attending of my brainiac, but I want Thomas More than just to feel pry. A solid black, metier size one will do just the trick. I grabbed the ass relax lube and covered the chaw, then put a good dab of it on my digit and slowly inserted one finger's breadth into my schpincter. My latterly husband and I started having anal sex quite often after Tyler was born. Neither of us wanted any more Thomas Kid, so we started experimenting with anal. I had hated it at first. It was uncomfortable and a little painful. But after a few times, 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 distich of my dildos, but they just were n't doing the trick. I bought an categorization of butt plugs and have worked my way up over the last match 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 transactions of preparing my butthole with my finger's breadth, I slowly inserted the plug, pushing and stopping a couple of clock time before shoving it completely in. I could mosh it in no problem if I wanted to, but going slow like this is just way more fun. With the fire hydrant 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 thermionic vacuum tube of icy hot. I smiled at it, knowing this would do the trick. I poured just a pea sized pearl out, and slowly applied it on both of my areolas, slowly rubbing it in the best I could around the attracter. I then laid back and just a twain of seconds later I could the intensity building up, and that lovely burning sensation. I enjoyed the combustion for a couple of minutes before deciding to put another dab on. But this prison term, I decided it was clock time to pass on my button some attending. So I put another drop of icy hot on my nipples, and then sent my fingerbreadth, still with icy hot rest on them, straight to my clit. I wanted to go slowly and feel a little suntan as I rubbed myself, but then it happened again. President Tyler erection popped up in my head teacher again. And this time, I did n't recall to myself his erection, his tent, or his penis. I thought to myself `` That 's my sons prick ''. Even thinking the Good Book made me break my self-denial, and I no longer was slowly touching myself, but furiously attacking my clit as punishing and as fast as I could. I could n't remember the final stage time when wanton lust overcame me in such a manner. I rubbed, slapped, dug my fingertips into my clit with every fibre of my being, and it did n't take long before one of the most acute orgasms I 've ever had swept over me. After the sexual climax subsided, I took a 2nd to arrest my breath before going back for More. This prison term, I was going atomic. I grabbed my dildo that had a clit stimulator attachment. Going slowly and sensual was thrown out the window. I slammed that silicone cock into my dripping wet pussy like I was drilling for oil. I turned myself over, making certain to drown my face into my pillow to see to it anything that came out my oral fissure 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 shelter of his boxers. 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 imagine as I kept slamming my dildo in and out of my aching pussy, feeling the feeler of the clit stimulator rubbing against my swollen clitoris. Another orgasm washed over me. And I kept going, and a few minutes later another. I had 3 absolutely baffle orgasms with that dildo. I laid on my spine again, panting just trying to take hold of my hint. 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 oral fissure. I sniffed it, and felt a combination of disgust and excitement. My hubby had loved to finger me, then call for his finger and put them in figurehead my mouth as I licked and sucked his fingers, tasting my own juices. It 's something I had did just for him, as I personally never cared for it. But for the first off time in years, I wanted it. I slowly started licking and sucking on the dildo, tasting the juices that made my cunt deliciously soaked. Then my mind took me another glowering place, as I started to think 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 turncock, and started slamming it to the back of my throat, almost causing my gag reflex to nominate me vomit. I finally stopped, and thought to myself `` God you are so fucked in the head. How can I even have these thoughts"? Parted of me wanted to stop. I thought I was done, but the oral sex I performed on my dildo imagining it was John Tyler 's shaft gave my pussy new life. I needed one last in effect climax. I threw the dildo on the nightstand and flash my hands to my wet cunt. I took my cursor and in-between fingerbreadth and dug them as deep as I could into my hock hole, and furiously started curling them, hitting the walls of my inside. I rubbed my digit against my inside as backbreaking and as fast as I could. My feet were touching my bed 's headboard, as I had curled my body up to get full admittance to the depths of my kitty-cat. It did n't take recollective, and I felt the orgasm starting to hit. I was about to carry out my fingers 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 lady friend cum literally shot my workforce off my kitty-cat and went up into the air. The largest and long I 've ever squirted, this orgasm literally made my body go limp, as I tried to overlay myself, but I could n't get any part of my body to hear to me. So I just laid there as my own squirting juices fell right on my typeface and tits. I thought I would be disgusted by this, but a boastfully smile came over me. I reveled in my post orgasmic joy. My hands went to my breast and rub my young woman cum all over me. I took off the magnet, 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 juices that were left over. I finally took the bedsheet and wiped my look. 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 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 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 John Tyler after I was done. I had slept for 4 hours. Then I felt something very uncomfortable. `` Oh grass the buttplug. I forgot to take it out ''. And then more terror swept over me as I realized I had n't put any of the toys up. The Wattenberg rack, the dildo, the lubes, the attracter, they were all sitting out and would be the foremost matter anyone would if they just walked into my room, along with the assailable toy chest or my completely naked body. `` Fuck, what if John Tyler walked in to ask me about lunch ''. The sheer use and pleasure I had felt redress before I fell asleep had now been replaced with guilt trip and shame. After a couple of min of just sitting there chastising myself, I finally stood up and grabbed everything off the nightstand and went into my lavatory. I took out my buttplug and cleaned it, along with all the former plaything I used. I put everything back in the bureau and slid it back into the closet before throwing back on my cooler top and boxershorts. I walked into the living room and saw Tyler sitting there watching tv. Watching some mindless youtube television it seemed alike. He looked up and saw me and gave a casual `` Hey Mom ''. He 's not acting like anything is off. This a right sign he did n't see me like that.

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

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

'' Cus your hairsbreadth is all messy and you 're giving off a very confused 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 telecasting game mostly. I made a ham sandwich around 1. Just came in here about 20 bit ago. ``

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

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

'' Yes, honey I know. I think anyone who is around you for at least 10 hour knows this '' I said laughingly. That was hands down his deary food. It was probably my preferent 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 glass or two to get my mind off of how irresponsible, and opprobrious, I had behaved earlier. Allowing sentiment of my son to be the driving force for my pleasure was just wrongly. And I was mad at myself for justifying it earlier. Whatever, hopefully after a good night's rest tonight, all of this business will be done and forgotten about. John Tyler and I watched some random youtube video recording for a couple of 60 minutes as we snacked on pizza pie, and I finished off the bottle of wine-coloured. I was definitely feeling a little tipsy, and it was only 8, so I figured what the hell, another looking glass or two wo n't hurt. If anything, it will help me devolve to catch some Z's, which I 'll postulate after that farsighted nap earlier. Tyler decided to head up to his elbow room for the nighttime, which I assumed he would play xbox for a twain of hours before calling it a Night. I switched the TV over to Netflix and found one of my preferred situation comedy and watched a few instalment of that. Time really flew, because adjacent thing I knew, I had finished off the integral 2nd feeding bottle, and it was by 11.

'' red cent, I need to get to bed. I think I 'm pretty drunk right now '' I said out garish to myself. I got up and stretched and then cleaned up the living way really quick. I stumbled a little bit, but I managed to take the air to Tyler 's way to tell him lights out and go to kip. I always knock, but being quite drunk at this period, I turned his door handle and opened the door widely. Apparently, I was n't that loud when doing so because he did n't see me at all. He had his eyes closed, laying on his spine with no shirt on, pugilist down below his knees, and both hands on his hard hammer. I just stood there backtalk all-encompassing overt. How was this happening ? How could I be trying to get the visual of his underwear clad erection out of my thinker, 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 smut, watched my husband and sight of other 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 on one side of his shaft, and one ribbon on the other side of it, and rubbing his palms up and down like he was trying to cause a hot dog out of play dough. I was form of mesmerized by it. I knew I needed to just walk out and let him give his seclusion, but I just did n't want to front away. Not to mention I was a picayune touch on 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 tread back and close his door.

This time I did n't even try to fight 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 total for the day. Not my record by any means, but certainly Thomas More than my average. I laid back and let the combining of the spot orgasmic bliss and the effects of the wine put me to sleep.

The following day

I reached over and slapped my phone as the alarm 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 head. It hit me I was hung over from a slight too much wine-colored live on night. I kicked myself for not remembering to drink in water system before I went to bed. My psyche raced back to close night. I remembered the unbelievable lust I felt, the amazing orgasms, and just overall the bliss and gratification 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 take into account shame and guilt feelings to break to me, or I can just accept that this taboo is triggering something inside of me that is greatly increasing my masturbation. entrust it in fantasy solid ground, and it will all be ok. Eventually it will subside, and something else will take its place. I was about to throw on dress and go fix Tyler his birthday breakfast, but I remembered the way he was masturbating last Night. `` That ca n't be normal '' I thought to myself. So I grabbed my telephone and googled it. In about 20 minutes, I had found 3 health articles, a reddit ribbon, and a youtube video explaining that it was n't rare for boys to masturbate in this manner, like rolling up play dough into a hot dog. However it was n't the healthiest 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 spill the beans with him about this, as uncomfortable and awkward as it may be. I 'll wait until tonight, do n't desire to damper the natal day solemnisation today.

I finally got dressed and made breakfast. Almost a mountain of French 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 table, we both went and showered and got dressed. We left the house at 10 to go plunk up his two friends and started the day's events. starting time was the mall. I let President Tyler and his friends go off and do their own thing. Instead of giving, I gave him $ 250 to go and pass on whatever he wanted. Teenage boys seem to prize straight 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 food court. cypher in the mall really occupy me. I hated shopping for wearing apparel now, because it makes me think of how my body used to look. I 'm by no mean value 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 years, along with gravitational force doing it 's workplace on multiple domain of my soundbox. So I after I finished my drink, I walked around some as I waited for John Tyler to text me that he had blown through all his money. Which only took about 2 hours. We all got lunch from the solid food court, then I took the Thomas Kid to an colonnade where they had another nice sum of money to ball up through. Before a nice dinner party at TGI Friday 's, for whatever reason is my son 's deary, we went to the picture show. They all wanted to see this raunchy teenage comedy. I knew his friends parents, and knew they were n't all that strict and prolly would n't wish, 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 enjoy what he 's seeing. I could definitely enjoin Tyler was enjoying the motion picture much more after that. We got dinner, dropped off his friends at their rest home, and headed home ourselves. I popped open a feeding bottle of wine and sat down on the sofa to see some TV, and Tyler joined me as he sat on the other end. I finished the vino, and it was getting late, and President 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 grave 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 induce. Last nighttime before I went to bed, I went to check on you. I was a little wino and forgot to knock ''. It was at this point his eyes got as extensive as dish. 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 face get that shade of red before. It was crystallize he was extremely embarrass and uncomfortable.

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

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

'' Honey, it 's the way you were masturbating that 's the military issue. Using two hired man on each incline of your member, and doing the rolling motion. Have you always jerked off like that"? As soon as the password `` jerked off '' left my lip, I was kicking myself. Certainly not a very parental way of talking to your son, and I could see his middle 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 know. I just started playing with it, and started doing it that way, and then eventually I had that feeling, and the sperm cell came out. I did n't eff there was another way. ``

'' Well I guess that result my interrogative about whether you 've been watching pornography or not '' I said laughingly. I got up and poured another methamphetamine 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 sweetheart, there are other ways to jack off ''. Damn it, I did it again. `` Maybe I should slow down on the wine if it 's causing me to talk 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 buddy-buddy white liquidity that shoots out, that 's called cum. spermatozoon is what 's inside of the cum. chip in me just a mo, let me go get something ''. I went and poured another field glass of wine-colored, this meter drinking a glass of water before I did so maybe I would n't have a headache tomorrow like I did this morning. Then I went to my bedroom and opened up the closet. I pulled out my toy thorax 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 certain you would hold needed a forklift to swipe Tyler 's jaw off the ground when I walked back in the living room with the dildo in my hand. I plopped back onto the sofa, 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 move with both my hands against the natural rubber dick. This is not a healthy way to flick off baby. This can cause a lot of blisters and sores to constitute on your member and could potentially injure the tissue inside of your penis. Have you experienced any of these progeny ? '' I asked

'' Um ... ... .well ... ... yeah, a couple of metre '' 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 natural rubber slam, working my wrist joint, giving him a full demonstration of how properly wank his turncock. Then I explained as you can grip it a little bit harder and harder as you go, but not too tight. Then I explained that you want to focalise more on the caput as you feel the orgasm coming on, because of the extra brass endings in your caput. I could enjoin 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 clout '' jokingly.

'' Ewww everlasting mom, what the dogshit ! ``

I started laughing with my totally 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 babe, but it 's authoritative, and your dad is n't here to guide you on this, so you 're gon na have to contend with your dear old mother '' I said jokingly. `` But it 's perfectly o.k. to buoy up up sweetie and actually give birth a conversation with me about this. You can ask me anything about sex or masturbation. You do n't have to finger embarrassed or be uncomfortable about all this with me. '' I could order with his body nomenclature he was starting to feel a little more at ease with me.

'' Well, I do take in one query '' 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 question. And to be reliable, I was n't totally indisputable. I had seen his underwear tent, and though I watched him jerk off, his paw really kept me from seeing his whole fellow member.

'' fountainhead baby, I 'm not totally trusted how big your penis is, your bridge player were in the way from me seeing the hale thing. So I ca n't really answer that unless you 're bequeath to put down your pants and get yourself voiceless '' 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 dick in his mitt before I was even able to oppose.

'' Oh ... .wow ... .I dead reckoning 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 friends. 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 favorable. But honestly, even though I did n't exactly have an expertness about 16 year old penis sizes, it looked perfectly ordinary. He dropped his work force and let me view it in it 's complete glory as it stood at wide attention.

'' fountainhead first honey, remember that you just turned 16. You 've still got a class or two more of growth coming. But it looks exactly the way it should. You 're not big, but you 're not low. You have zilch to worry about. It 's actually somewhat cute sweetheart ''

'' 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 child. You have a nice dick. '' It was my bend for my eyes to plough into saucer as I realized I just said shaft instead of phallus. `` Sorry, I meant member. I should n't use the slang terms in movement 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 fiddling red again as he fully realized what he actually just said. What surprised me was he sat back down on the sofa with his hawkshaw still out and hard, and said `` yeah maybe that was n't the best thing to say '' with a soupcon of laughter in his voice.

There were then a few present moment of an ungainly silence, all this time his dick still out with his pants and underwear below his knees, and I was trying my damnedest to not stare at it. So I decided to get the conversation back to the pilot topic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He then pulled off his pants and underwear completely and walked to his way. He may be medium in the dick size department, but he definitely had a Nice ass. I then realized he prolly did n't have any lubricant, as I did n't see him use any last nighttime. I got up to go catch some from my toy chest of drawers, but stumbled Sir Thomas More than once to my room. `` squat, this wine is getting to me in effect tonight. I hope I do n't rue 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 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 scathe in any of that ?

I found an duplicate bottle of lubricating substance that I have n't opened yet, and grabbed that. I walked to his way and knocked, then opened his threshold. He was sitting on his bed, completely nude now, with his hand wrapped around his hammer. He looked so adorable. I tossed him the feeding bottle of lube.

'' Here, use this from now on. Not only will it help hotshot, but it will forbid any physical damage occurrence. ``

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

'' You still can get blisters or sores, but nowhere near as much. And you can prevent it completely by using lube ''

'' 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 front of me.

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

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

'' sanctum poop Mom, that was so much better. 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 good from the 3 bottleful of wine-colored. I knew the way was going to pop spinning as soon as I laid down.

'' Well honorable dear. I 'm happy for you. Now if you 'll excuse me, it 's metre 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 scream it that '' he pleaded. I just laughed some more and headed to my bedroom, giving his organic structure one more niggling glance. I stripped off my clothes and fell back on my bed. My cunt was already wet, though honestly, I had n't even noticed until right now. I shot my fingers straight down, knowing I was too imbibe to even grab any toy .