I like to think I 've been a good single mother. For the past four long time 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 good job that takes guardianship of everything, my son makes all A 's and B 's, and participates in multiple sports. boilers suit, he 's a great kid and I am extremely proud of him. So with everything considered, I think I 've done good in this undivided mom spirit. The only affair where I 've been lacking on is the sexual face of his life. Been lacking in my biography as well, but I do n't contrive on trying to engagement again until he 's a span of age older. But with Tyler, there 's a lot of fatherlike public lecture in the sexual region 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 babies are made. I 'm not 100 % sure he understood what I was saying. The conversation did n't even final five moment 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 own his privacy. And I guess a part of me hopes he can figure out all the sex poppycock on his own. I honestly do n't even know if he masturbates yet or not. I know I should more and be much skillful than this, but we have a great relationship, and I 'm afraid that I could jeopardise that by with how I deal with sex when it comes to him. Anyways, the storey 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 help. Now it was almost 7. It 's Fri, and I only work, Monday-Thursday, so I can delay 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 right, greasy fast nutrient breakfast, so I decided to get up and get dressed, and go pick some up. I would most in all probability be back before John Tyler even woke up. It 's summertime vacation for him I do n't think he 's been up before 10 since school left out. I finally got up and took off my nightie. I stared in the mirror almost in disgust. `` Ugh, where did that amazing physical structure I had go to '' I thought to myself. Even after Tyler was born, I kept up my looking at very well. I had a snip tum, decent 36 c tits, and a squeamish size house ass. But what the hell was I looking at in the mirror ? I let out a sigh as I took one more than look at my stomach that pushed over the top my panties, my titty that now sagged and pointed to the ground, and an ass that been the liquidator of all of my unhealthy eating habits. I threw on a new bra, T-shirt, and dungaree boxershorts, grabbed my keys, and headed off for food. About 25 minutes later, I was home again. I set the nutrient on the kitchen table and went to Tyler 's elbow room to awake him up. If I did n't stir up him up, he 'd slumber till the afternoon. I got to his doorway and gave the customary bash. No reception, so I opened his door only to get an unexpected sight. Tyler was still asleep, but his binding were thrown off his eubstance and he slept on his back in just his underclothes. And he had one strong case of morning wood. I stared at it for a few seconds, guesstimating it was around 4 in, which I assumed was around middling for his age. I then got upset at myself for thinking about the length of my son 's penis. Instead of creating an inept moment, I walked out of his room and keep out his doorway back. Then I yelled loudly `` Tyler, awaken up, I got breakfast ! ! ! ''

A few minutes later, Tyler came down to the kitchen and we both sat the table to enjoy our breakfast. Generally our repast together consist of me bringing up whatever topic of conversation, and we have a skilful talk. This time however I was struggling to get the look-alike of my son underwear tent out my head. I could n't conceive myself. It 's my son for God 's interest. 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 brainiac reacts just to seeing my 16 year old son 's comprehend erection, then apparently I have been neglecting certain pauperization I did n't realize I had. I 've had a very goodly masturbation life, with quite a chest fully of miniature that all get used often. But I guess I need to get out and get the existent thing every once in a while. That 's exactly what I was taking away from this.

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

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

'' Not a great deal 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 meth and cleaned off his daub at the table. `` What are you up to today ? ``

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

We continued with some more pocket-sized talk, discussed where we would eat, which movie we would go see, and got the docket figured out for his birthday. After all that, he retreated to his room to act his xbox, while I cleaned up around the house some. It had been a couple of hr since I had shoemaker's last thought about what I saw this aurora, but the image came back and hit me again. Did n't take long and my nipples started getting hard again and I could feel my pussy getting damp. I let out a very rag `` Ugh '' before heading to my room to exact tutelage of myself. I decided that this was n't going to be a agile session, but at to the lowest degree an hr long masturbation battle of Marathon. I went into my water closet and pulled out the great chest and took a nice long expression at my myriad of pick. I always give my mammilla attention first, and I was in the modality for some ignitor pain, so I grabbed the magnet balls. I took a pair and placed them on both sides of my right mammilla and immediately gasped as I let go and felt the air pressure of the magnets push against nipple, squeezing it, pushing it likes a hickey that needed to be popped. I gave it a moving picture, and winced from the pain. I took the next pair and placed them on my pull up stakes mamilla. I laid down for a minute and gently rubbed the whirligig of my nipples, enjoying the pain sensation and the pleasance 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 stop, my kitty-cat was drenched and was aching to be taken aid of. But not yet, the buildup is half the fun. As I ran the steering wheel, feeling the spikes dig into my very spiritualist skin of my under breasts, the simulacrum 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 image out my head. `` My god what is wrong with me '' I sighed as laid out my arms in defeat. How in the blaze could I do this while an image of my son is in my headway ? But fuck I needed spillage. I was in desperate need of getting.

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

I returned to the cycle, running it along my pap, not touching my nipples yet. After a few hour of teasing myself, I finally took the roulette wheel and hit my left nipple with one of the spikes. The combining of the magnets still pushing against them and spike digging into the top almost made me yell out loud, the feeling was so intense. I repeated this multiple times before turning my attention to my inner thighs, running the bike up and down, decently 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 slit the attention it needs, I still needed to take care of one more surface area. I reached into my breast and pulled out one of my several bunt hoopla. Do n't desire my stuffed ass to get all the care of my brain, but I want more than just to finger poked. A self-coloured black, culture medium size one will do just the magic. I grabbed the ass relax lubricator and covered the plug, then put a thoroughly dab of it on my finger and slowly enter one finger into my schpincter. My late husband and I started having anal sex quite often after President Tyler was born. Neither of us wanted any more tyke, so we started experimenting with anal retentive. I had hated it at first. It was uncomfortable and a picayune painful. But after a few time, the pain was n't there anymore, and I started to become comfortable with discomfort, if that makes any sentience. After he passed, I tried a couple of my dildos, but they just were n't doing the caper. I bought an assortment of fag plugs and have worked my way up over the last twosome of years. I 've found that just having my ass stuffed with a plug does way for more for me than actually having a genus Phallus thrusting in and out.

After a twain of minutes of preparing my butthole with my finger, I slowly inserted the plug, pushing and stopping a distich of meter 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 tit. I had gotten used to the attracter at this detail and the pain they caused, so I needed to up the ante. I reached into my bureau again and pulled out a subway system of icy hot. I smiled at it, knowing this would do the trick. I poured just a pea sized cliff out, and slowly applied it on both of my areola, slowly rubbing it in the proficient I could around the attraction. I then laid back and just a mates of s later I could the intensity building up, and that lovely burning whizz. I enjoyed the burn for a couple of minutes before deciding to put another dab on. But this meter, I decided it was clock time to pay my clit some attention. So I put another drop of icy hot on my nipples, and then sent my finger, still with icy hot residue on them, straight to my button. I wanted to go slowly and feel a little tan as I rubbed myself, but then it happened again. Tyler erection popped up in my head again. And this time, I did n't think to myself his erecting, his tent, or his penis. I thought to myself `` That 's my sons cock ''. Even thinking the word made me break my self-discipline, and I no longer was slowly touching myself, but furiously attacking my clit as intemperate and as fast as I could. I could n't recollect the live metre when wanton lust get the best me in such a mode. I rubbed, slapped, dug my fingertips into my clit with every fiber of my being, and it did n't adopt long before one of the most intense orgasms I 've ever had swept over me. After the orgasm subsided, I took a mo to catch my intimation before going back for more. This time, I was going atomic. I grabbed my dildo that had a clitoris stimulator attachment. Going obtuse and animal was thrown out the windowpane. I slammed that silicone peter 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 rima oris would n't be heard by my son. And again, it 's all I visualized. My son 's cock. This metre I was imagining it without the protection of his bagger. 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 swell clit. Another climax washed over me. And I kept going, and a few minutes later another. I had 3 absolutely amazing climax with that dildo. I laid on my back again, panting just trying to beguile my breathing spell. I had n't gotten off like this in a longsighted time. Then I did something I had n't done since my husband had died. I took the dildo and brought it to my backtalk. I sniffed it, and felt a combination of disgust and excitation. My husband had loved to thumb me, then ingest his finger's breadth and put them in battlefront my mouth as I licked and sucked his fingerbreadth, tasting my own succus. It 's something I had did just for him, as I personally never cared for it. But for the maiden prison term 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 learning ability took me another dark place, as I started to imagine my Word cock again, but this time I was taking it into my oral cavity, just like I was doing to the dildo. I pretended the dildo was his dick, and started slamming it to the back of my throat, almost causing my gag innate reflex to wee-wee me vomitive. I finally stopped, and thought to myself `` God you are so fucked in the head. How can I even have these thought process"? Parted of me wanted to stop. I thought I was done, but the oral sex I performed on my dildo imagining it was Tyler 's tool gave my purulent new life. I needed one utmost respectable orgasm. I threw the dildo on the nightstand and snapshot my hired man to my wet snatch. I took my cursor and in-between finger and dug them as deep as I could into my soaking hole, and furiously started curling them, hitting the wall of my interior. I rubbed my finger's breadth against my interior 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 better access to the depths of my pussy. It did n't take long, and I felt the orgasm starting to hit. I was about to take 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 girl cum literally shot my hands off my pussy and went up into the air. The heavy and prospicient I 've ever squirted, this orgasm literally made my consistence go limp, as I tried to cover myself, but I could n't get any function of my body to heed to me. So I just laid there as my own squirting juice fell right on my fount and tits. I thought I would be disgusted by this, but a large smile came over me. I reveled in my Wiley Post orgasmic pleasure. My hands went to my tits and rubbed my young woman cum all over me. I took off the magnets, and rubbed the succus in like it was lotion. I still had n't rubbed off the juices that were on my human face. I took one of my pap 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 eyes, and I could n't even remember what day it was, let along about what clip 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 take a shit the buttplug. I forgot to take it out ''. And then more panic swept over me as I realized I had n't put any of the toys up. The Wattenberg wheel, the dildo, the lubricant, the magnets, they were all sitting out and would be the first affair anyone would if they just walked into my room, along with the open toy chest or my completely naked body. `` Fuck, what if Tyler walked in to ask me about lunch ''. The sheer delectation and joy I had felt right before I fell asleep had now been replaced with guilt and pity. After a span of minutes of just sitting there chastising myself, I finally stood up and grabbed everything off the nightstand and went into my lav. I took out my buttplug and cleaned it, along with all the former miniature I used. I put everything back in the chest and slid it back into the closet before throwing back on my tank car top and drawers. I walked into the living room and saw President Tyler sitting there watching tv. Watching some reasonless youtube video recording it seemed like. He looked up and saw me and gave a everyday `` Hey Mom ''. He 's not acting like anything is off. This a trade good sign he did n't see me like that.

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

'' Why do you say that, President Tyler ? '' I replied, trying my considerably to act everyday and not testify the tension that was building up inside of me.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, honey I know. I think anyone who is around you for at least 10 instant knows this '' I said laughingly. That was custody down his preferred nutrient. It was probably my favorite case of pizza as well, so it worked for us.



I ordered the pizza, and threw a nursing bottle wine in the fridge. I think I needed a trash or two to get my judgment off of how irresponsible, and shameful, I had behaved earlier. Allowing thoughts of my son to be the ram force for my pleasance was just improper. And I was mad at myself for justifying it earlier. Whatever, hopefully after a sound night's sleep tonight, all of this clientele will be done and forgotten about. Tyler and I watched some random youtube video for a couple of time of day as we snacked on pizza pie, and I finished off the bottle of wine. I was definitely feeling a little tipsy, and it was only 8, so I figured what the blaze, another glass or two wo n't spite. If anything, it will help me go down to sleep, which I 'll require after that retentive nap earlier. Tyler decided to head to his room for the night, which I assumed he would bring xbox for a couple of 60 minutes before calling it a Nox. I switched the TV over to Netflix and found one of my favorite sitcom and watched a few sequence of that. Time really flew, because next thing I knew, I had finished off the entire 2nd bottle, and it was past 11.

'' shucks, I need to get to bed. I think I 'm pretty drunk right now '' I said out loud to myself. I got up and stretched and then cleaned up the living room really quick. I stumbled a little bit, but I managed to walk to Tyler 's room to severalize him get down out and go to sleep. I always knock, but being quite rummy at this breaker point, I turned his door handle and opened the threshold across-the-board. Apparently, I was n't that loud when doing so because he did n't hear me at all. He had his middle closed, laying on his back with no shirt on, drawers down below his articulatio genus, and both hands on his severe cock. I just stood there mouth wide open. How was this happening ? How could I be trying to get the visual of his underwear clothe erection out of my judgment, 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 mate before I met him stroke themselves, and I had never see any of them play with themselves like this. He had one medal on one side of his shaft, and one palm on the other side of it, and rubbing his palms up and down like he was trying to make a hot dog out of frolic dough. I was kind of mesmerized by it. I knew I needed to just take the air out and let him have his privacy, but I just did n't need to seem away. Not to mention I was a little relate with how he was masturbating. Finally I realized that if he opened his oculus, he would see me watching him, and the fear of that motivated me to step back and shut his room access.

This meter I did n't even try to fight it. Once I got to my bedroom, 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 mean value, but certainly More than my average. I laid back and let the compounding of the post orgasmic blissfulness and the event of the wine put me to sleep.

The adjacent 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 capitulum. It hit me I was hung over from a little too practically wine-coloured last night. I kicked myself for not remembering to booze water before I went to bed. My mind raced back to concluding night. I remembered the incredible lecherousness I felt, the amazing orgasm, and just overall the bliss and expiation I had. I knew it was because of the taboo visuals I had of my son. I sat there and thought about it. I could either allow shame and guilt to bankrupt to me, or I can just accept that this taboo is triggering something inside of me that is greatly increasing my masturbation. give it in phantasy estate, and it will all be ok. Eventually it will subside, and something else will take its lieu. I was about to thrust on apparel and go fix Tyler his birthday breakfast, but I remembered the way he was masturbating last dark. `` That ca n't be convention '' I thought to myself. So I grabbed my phone and googled it. In about 20 minutes, I had found 3 health article, a reddit thread, and a youtube video explaining that it was n't uncommon for boys to fuck off in this style, like rolling up romp dough into a hot dog. However it was n't the sizeable proficiency and over time can cause some physical terms, 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 expect until tonight, do n't require to damper the birthday solemnisation today.

I finally got dressed and made breakfast. Almost a great deal of French toast with Bacon. I yelled down for Tyler, as I knew better at this full stop to participate 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 pick up his two acquaintance and started the day's case. First was the mall. I let Tyler and his friend go off and do their own affair. Instead of natural endowment, I gave him $ 250 to go and drop on whatever he wanted. Teenage boys seem to take account neat hard currency over anything personal, as I 've come to discover out. I took the fourth dimension to sit down with a frappuccino and just unlax in the food court. naught in the shopping center really interested me. I hated shopping for clothes now, because it makes me think of how my organic structure used to look. I 'm by no means 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 respective lbf. in the in conclusion few years, along with solemnity doing it 's work on multiple area of my body. So I after I finished my drunkenness, 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 luncheon from the solid food court, then I took the child to an colonnade where they had another nice sum of money to mess up through. Before a nice dinner at TGI Friday 's, for whatever reason is my son 's front-runner, we went to the motion picture. They all wanted to see this grimy teenage comedy. I knew his friends parents, and knew they were n't all that strict and prolly would n't care, so I agreed. A scene came up where one of the actresses was topless. Tyler glanced over at me, I 'm assuming to see my response. 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 apart Tyler was enjoying the movie much more after that. We got dinner, dropped off his friends at their menage, and headed family ourselves. I popped unfold a bottleful of wine-coloured and sat down on the couch to keep an eye on some TV, and John 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 way. I figured it was now or never.

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

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

'' Ok, there 's no tardily way to say this, but I have a confession to progress to. concluding night 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 optic got as wide as disc. 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 brass get that shade of red before. It was exonerate he was extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable.

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

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

'' Honey, it 's the way you were masturbating that 's the publication. Using two work force on each side of your phallus, and doing the rolling motion. Have you always jerked off like that"? As soon as the words `` jerked off '' left my oral fissure, 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 rationality you do it like that ? '' I questioned

'' I do n't sleep with. I just started playing with it, and started doing it that way, and then eventually I had that belief, and the sperm came out. I did n't know 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, now on my 2nd feeding bottle. This conversation was n't as uncomfortable as I thought it would be. Or maybe I 'm just tipsy.

'' Yes sweetie, there are early ways to jack up off ''. bedamn it, I did it again. `` Maybe I should slow down on the wine if it 's causing me to tattle like that to President Tyler '' I thought to myself. Then I disregarded that whim and turned my methamphetamine hydrochloride up. `` First off, that `` tactile sensation '' is called an orgasm. And when you 're talking about the duncical livid liquidity that shoots out, that 's called semen. spermatozoan is what 's inside of the semen. Give me just a minute, let me go get something ''. I went and poured another ice of wine-colored, this metre drinking a glass of pee before I did so maybe I would n't have a headache tomorrow like I did this cockcrow. 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 low one I had, I did n't desire to intimidate him any, though my smallest was 7 inches and quite thick.

I 'm certain you would have needed a forklift to lift John Tyler 's jaw off the ground when I walked back in the life 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 beloved ? '' I asked.

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

'' That 's right. I use this to pleasure myself. And you 've been pleasuring yourself like this '' I stated as I started a rolling motion with both my hands against the rubber cock. This is not a levelheaded way to jerk off baby. This can cause a lot of bleb and sores to mold on your penis and could potentially hurt the tissue inside of your phallus. Have you experienced any of these takings ? '' I asked

'' Um ... ... .well ... ... yeah, a duad 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 bridge player up and down the pencil eraser slam, working my wrist, giving him a full presentment of how decent wank his cock. Then I explained as you can grip it a petty bit harder and harder as you go, but not too stringent. Then I explained that you want to focalize more on the head as you feel the coming coming on, because of the extra nerve endings in your oral sex. I could tell he was still uncomfortable talking to me about this. So, i stuck the rubber shaft in front of his face and said `` Wan na give it a lick '' jokingly.

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

I started laughing with my whole organic structure at his reaction. `` Finally, he says something More than just umm or well ''

'' Well, this is just weird to spill the beans with you about ''

'' I know it 's sort of weird baby, but it 's of import, and your dad is n't here to conduct you on this, so you 're gon na have to deal with your beloved old mother '' I said jokingly. `` But it 's perfectly fine to brighten up sweetie and actually let a conversation with me about this. You can ask me anything about sex or masturbation. You do n't throw to feel blockade or be uncomfortable about all this with me. '' I could tell with his body language he was starting to feel a little more at ease with me.

'' wellspring, 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 sizing Wise ? Does it take care the way it 's supposed to ? ``

Not going to lie, I was not expecting that question. And to be fair, I was n't totally certainly. I had seen his underwear tent, and though I watched him masturbate, his hands really kept me from seeing his hale member.

'' Well child, I 'm not totally sure how big your phallus is, your hands were in the way from me seeing the unit matter. So I ca n't really answer that unless you 're willing to drop your drawers and get yourself hard '' i said, not really severe. fountainhead apparently, I underestimated his insecurity about his dick, because he pulled down his pants and underwear and had his dick in his hands before I was even able to react.

'' Oh ... .wow ... .I guess we 're doing this '' I said very storm.

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

I watched as his tool started to stand up as he was playing with himself. I wanted so bad to tell he was huge for his age and he was very prosperous. But honestly, even though I did n't exactly birth an expertise about 16 year old phallus sizes, it looked perfectly average. He dropped his hands and let me view it in it 's complete gloriole as it stood at full attention.

'' fountainhead first honey, remember that you just turned 16. You 've still got a class or two to a greater extent 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 reasonably cunning sweetie ''

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

I laughed `` Do n't be upset baby. You have a dainty dick. '' It was my bit for my center to move around into dish antenna as I realized I just said dick instead of penis. `` Sorry, I meant penis. I should n't use the slang footing in forepart 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 mother said turned you on ''

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

There were then a few moments of an awkward silence, all this clock time his pecker still out with his pants and underclothes below his articulatio genus, and I was trying my damnedest to not stare at it. So I decided to bring the conversation back to the pilot topic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' well pass onto in your room and get it at '' I said laughingly. Then come secern me how it was.

He then pulled off his drawers and underwear completely and walked to his room. He may be average in the dick sizing department, but he definitely had a nice ass. I then realized he prolly did n't hold any lube, as I did n't see him use any go nighttime. I got up to go take hold of some from my toy chest, but stumbled Thomas More than once to my elbow room. `` bull, this wine-colored is getting to me safe tonight. I hope I do n't regret any of this in the morning. I do n't see why I would. I 'm simply helping him in the best way I know how. Honestly, I 'm probably never going to see his 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 damage in any of that ?

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

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

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

'' You still can get blister or sores, but nowhere near as often. And you can foreclose it completely by using lubricating substance ''

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

I was ready to go to bed and get myself off and fall asleep, so I was hoping he would be done shortly. It was only about 3 second 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 sorrow the next forenoon, it would prolly be that.

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

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

I just laughed, feeling quite good that I was having this bonding here and now with my son. And feeling salutary from the 3 bottles of wine. I knew the elbow room was going to start spinning as soon as I laid down.

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

'' Mom, please, do n't promise it that '' he pleaded. I just laughed some more and headed to my bedroom, giving his body one more little glance. I stripped off my apparel 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 drink to even snaffle any toys .