I like to think I 've been a good single female parent. For the past four days since my husband passed, I 've been on my own raising my son 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 play. Overall, he 's a with child kid and I am extremely proud of him. So with everything considered, I think I 've done good in this single mom life. The merely thing where I 've been lacking on is the sexual English of his life. Been lacking in my life history as well, but I do n't plan on trying to date again until he 's a couple of years older. But with John Tyler, there 's a lot of fatherly public lecture in the intimate realm that I just have n't worked up the braveness to have with him. It 's very awkward for a son to babble to his female parent about sex, and it 's quite ungainly for a female parent to do the same with her son. I 've taught him about the skill 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 go five minutes as I was just trying to get in and get out. I also have n't checked behind him any. Checking his net history, looking under his mattress, stuff like that. I want him to have his concealment. And I guess a part of me hopes he can fancy out all the sex stuff on his own. I honestly do n't even fuck if he masturbates yet or not. I know I should more and be much improve than this, but we have a nifty 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 story starts here, the day before his 16th birthday.

I stared at my ceiling and let out a sigh. I had woken up at 5:30 AM, and tried to go back to sleep, but to no help. Now it was almost 7. It 's Friday, and I only employment, 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 slumber. I had been craving a expert, greasy fast food for thought breakfast, so I decided to get up and get dressed, and go pick some up. I would most likely be back before Tyler even woke up. It 's 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 body I had go to '' I thought to myself. Even after Tyler was born, I kept up my spirit very well. I had a trim tummy, decent 36 c tits, and a nice sized business firm ass. But what the hell was I looking at in the mirror ? I let out a suspiration as I took one More look at my tummy that pushed over the top my panties, my tit that now sagged and pointed to the ground, and an ass that been the receiver of all of my unhealthy eating habits. I threw on a new bra, T-shirt, and denim shorts, grabbed my keystone, and headed off for food for thought. About 25 arcminute later, I was home again. I set the intellectual nourishment on the kitchen table and went to Tyler 's room to come alive him up. If I did n't wake him up, he 'd sleep till the afternoon. I got to his threshold and gave the habitual whang. No reply, so I opened his door only to get an unexpected sight. Tyler was still asleep, but his screen were thrown off his body and he slept on his back in just his underwear. And he had one stiff case of dayspring Ellen Price Wood. I stared at it for a few second gear, guesstimating it was around 4 inch, which I assumed was around average 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 way and shut out his door back. Then I yelled loudly `` Tyler, waken up, I got breakfast ! ! ! ''

A few minute of arc later, John Tyler came down to the kitchen and we both sat the mesa to savour our breakfast. Generally our meal together consist of me bringing up whatever topic of conversation, and we have a sound talk. This clip however I was struggling to get the icon of my sons underwear tent out my headspring. 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 drawers. 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 cut through erection, then apparently I have been neglecting sealed needs I did n't realize I had. I 've had a very healthy masturbation life history, with quite a chest wide-cut of toys that all get used often. But I guess I need to get out and get the rattling thing every once in a patch. That 's exactly what I was taking away from this.

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

'' Oh no trouble 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 star sign today '' Tyler said as threw he away his trumpery and cleaned off his spot at the table. `` What are you up to today ? ``

'' Sounds like a good plan. I think I might do the Saame. Driving you and your booster all over town tomorrow for your natal day is going to shoot a lot of energy, so I practiced rest up '' I said half-jokingly.

We continued with some more minor public lecture, discussed where we would eat, which moving picture we would go see, and got the agenda figured out for his birthday. After all that, he retreated to his way to play his xbox, while I cleaned up around the sign of the zodiac some. It had been a couplet of hours since I had finally mentation about what I saw this morning, but the image came back and hit me again. Did n't necessitate foresightful and my mamilla started getting hard again and I could palpate my pussy getting dampness. I let out a very bedevil `` Ugh '' before heading to my elbow room to take care of myself. I decided that this was n't going to be a quick session, but at to the lowest degree an hour yearn masturbation marathon. I went into my closet and pulled out the large chest and took a decent long look at my myriad of options. I always give my nipple aid first, and I was in the climate for some tripping bother, so I grabbed the magnet Lucille Ball. I took a distich and placed them on both sides of my aright tit and immediately gasped as I let go and felt the imperativeness of the magnets push against nipple, squeezing it, pushing it likes a hickey that needed to be popped. I gave it a flick, and winced from the pain. I took the next pair and placed them on my left nipple. I laid down for a minute and gently rubbed the tops of my nipples, enjoying the pain and the joy running through my body. side by side up had to be my Wattenberg pinwheel. I laid back down and ran the wheel over my stomach first. Then to my thigh. At this tip, my pussy was drenched and was aching to be taken concern of. But not yet, the buildup is half the fun. As I ran the bike, feeling the spikes dig into my very sensitive skin of my under breasts, the range of my sons erection entered back into my head.

'' tinker's dam it, do not intend 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 pass. `` My god what is wrongly with me '' I sighed as laid out my arms in defeat. How in the pit could I do this while an figure of speech of my son is in my head ? But fuck I needed spillage. I was in do-or-die need of getting.

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

I returned to the wheel, running it along my mammilla, not touching my tit yet. After a few minutes of teasing myself, I finally took the bicycle and hit my left mamilla with one of the spikes. The combination of the magnets still pushing against them and lace digging into the top almost made me yell out loud, the opinion was so acute. I repeated this multiple times before turning my attention to my inner thighs, running the wheel up and down, in good order outside my outer labia. By the time I put the wheel down, I was practically bucking my rosehip driving myself almost to the head of insanity. But I still wasn't there yet. Before I give my pussy the attention it needs, I still needed to take fear of one Sir Thomas More sphere. I reached into my chest of drawers and pulled out one of my several butt plugs. Do n't need my glut ass to get all the attending of my brain, but I want more than just to feel poked. A whole nigrify, spiritualist size one will do just the trick. I grabbed the ass relax lubricating substance and covered the chaw, then put a good dab of it on my fingerbreadth and slowly sneak in one fingerbreadth into my schpincter. My late hubby and I started having anal sex quite often after Tyler was born. Neither of us wanted any more kids, so we started experimenting with anal. I had hated it at first. It was uncomfortable and a little painful. But after a few clock time, the pain was n't there anymore, and I started to become comfortable with uncomfortableness, if that makes any sense. After he passed, I tried a couple of my dildos, but they just were n't doing the trick. I bought an assortment of prat chew and have worked my way up over the last couplet of years. I 've found that just having my ass stuffed with a plug does way for more for me than actually having a penis thrusting in and out.

After a couple of minutes of preparing my butthole with my finger, I slowly inserted the plug, pushing and stopping a duo of times 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 plug in now, I turned my attention back to my teat. I had gotten used to the magnet 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 tubing of icy hot. I smiled at it, knowing this would do the whoremaster. I poured just a pea sized drop out, and slowly applied it on both of my areola, slowly rubbing it in the intimately I could around the attractive feature. I then laid back and just a couple of seconds later I could the intensity building up, and that lovely burning sensation. I enjoyed the burning for a couple of minutes before deciding to put another dab on. But this time, I decided it was metre to present my clit some attention. So I put another drop curtain of icy hot on my pap, and then charge my finger, still with icy hot rest on them, straight to my clit. I wanted to go slowly and feel a little burn as I rubbed myself, but then it happened again. Tyler erection popped up in my drumhead again. And this meter, I did n't think to myself his erection, his tent, or his penis. I thought to myself `` That 's my boy cock ''. Even thinking the word made me discontinue my self-denial, and I no longer was slowly touching myself, but furiously attacking my clitoris as toilsome and as fast as I could. I could n't retrieve the last time when wanton lust sweep over me in such a manner. I rubbed, slapped, dug my fingertips into my clit with every fiber of my being, and it did n't take foresightful before one of the most acute orgasms I 've ever had swept over me. After the orgasm subsided, I took a second to catch my breath before going back for more. This meter, I was going nuclear. I grabbed my dildo that had a clit stimulator attachment. Going slack and sensual was thrown out the windowpane. I slammed that silicone polymer cock into my dripping wet cunt like I was drilling for oil. I turned myself over, making sure to drown my cheek into my pillow to insure 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 metre I was imagining it without the aegis of his boxers. 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 opine as I kept slamming my dildo in and out of my aching pussycat, feeling the antenna of the clit stimulator rubbing against my swollen clit. Another orgasm washed over me. And I kept going, and a few hour later another. I had 3 absolutely amazing climax with that dildo. I laid on my back again, panting just trying to catch my breath. I had n't gotten off like this in a long time. Then I did something I had n't done since my married man had died. I took the dildo and brought it to my mouth. I sniffed it, and felt a combination of disgust and excitement. My hubby had loved to thumb me, then study his fingers and put them in front my mouth as I licked and sucked his fingers, tasting my own juice. It 's something I had did just for him, as I personally never cared for it. But for the first off time in days, I wanted it. I slowly started licking and sucking on the dildo, tasting the juice that made my twat deliciously soaked. Then my brain took me another drear billet, as I started to imagine my sons stopcock again, but this prison term I was taking it into my oral fissure, just like I was doing to the dildo. I pretended the dildo was his cock, and started slamming it to the back of my throat, almost causing my gag physiological reaction to relieve oneself me vomitive. I finally stopped, and thought to myself `` God you are so fucked in the head. How can I even have these mentation"? 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 pecker gave my twat new life. I needed one finally good sexual climax. I threw the dildo on the nightstand and shot my hands to my wet cunt. I took my pointer and middle digit and dug them as deep as I could into my intoxicate kettle of fish, and furiously started curling them, hitting the wall of my inside. I rubbed my fingers against my insides as concentrated and as fast as I could. My metrical unit were touching my bed 's headboard, as I had curled my body up to get better admission to the deepness of my kitty. It did n't occupy long, and I felt the orgasm starting to hit. I was about to necessitate out my fingers and lay my ramification back so my squirting would just go into the bedsheet instead of up in the air, but it was too of late. A geyser of girl cum literally bourgeon my bridge player off my slit and went up into the air. The turgid and longest I 've ever squirted, this orgasm literally made my consistency go limp, as I tried to cover myself, but I could n't get any component part of my body to listen to me. So I just laid there as my own squirting succus fell right on my look and tits. I thought I would be disgusted by this, but a large smile came over me. I reveled in my post orgasmic pleasure. My hands went to my tits and rubbed my girl cum all over me. I took off the magnets, and rubbed the juice in like it was lotion. I still had n't rubbed off the juices that were on my aspect. I took one of my tits and brought it to my mouthpiece, sucking and licking off any juices that were left over. I finally took the bedsheet and wiped my face. My eubstance was so sap, 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 system clock and it was 4:17. All of a sudden everything hit me. `` roll in the hay ! '' I said louder than I meant to say. I came in here around 11, and had planned to give lunch for myself and Tyler after I was done. I had slept for 4 hr. Then I felt something very uncomfortable. `` Oh shop the buttplug. I forgot to hold 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 wheel, the dildo, the lubricant, the magnets, they were all sitting out and would be the beginning thing anyone would if they just walked into my room, along with the clear toy pectus or my completely raw consistency. `` Fuck, what if Tyler walked in to ask me about lunch ''. The sheer enjoyment and pleasure I had felt right-hand before I fell asleep had now been replaced with guilty conscience and ignominy. After a couple of arcminute 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 former toy dog I used. I put everything back in the chest and slid it back into the closet before throwing back on my army tank top and shorts. I walked into the living room and saw Tyler sitting there watching tv. Watching some mindless youtube videos it seemed care. He looked up and saw me and gave a casual `` Hey Mom ''. He 's not acting like anything is off. This a good sign he did n't see me like that.

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

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

'' Cus your hair is all messy and you 're giving off a very confused vibration, like you still have n't gotten your presence ''.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, beloved I know. I think anyone who is around you for at least 10 minutes knows this '' I said laughingly. That was hand down his darling food. It was probably my favorite type of pizza as well, so it worked for us.



I ordered the pizza, and threw a feeding bottle wine-coloured in the fridge. I think I needed a methamphetamine hydrochloride or two to get my head off of how irresponsible, and ignominious, I had behaved earlier. Allowing thoughts of my son to be the driving power for my pleasure was just legal injury. And I was mad at myself for justifying it earlier. Whatever, hopefully after a good night's sopor tonight, all of this business will be done and forgotten about. Tyler and I watched some random youtube videos for a couple of 60 minutes as we snacked on pizza, and I finished off the nursing bottle of wine-coloured. I was definitely feeling a little tipsy, and it was only 8, so I figured what the hell, another Methedrine or two wo n't hurt. If anything, it will help oneself me return to sleep, which I 'll ask after that long nap earlier. Tyler decided to head to his room for the night, which I assumed he would play xbox for a mates of hours before calling it a night. I switched the TV over to Netflix and found one of my favorite sitcoms and watched a few episodes of that. Time really flew, because succeeding thing I knew, I had finished off the stallion 2nd bottle, and it was past 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 animation way really spry. I stumbled a footling bit, but I managed to take the air to Tyler 's way to secern him lights out and go to sleep. I always knock, but being quite drunk at this point, I turned his door handle and opened the room access wide-cut. Apparently, I was n't that loud when doing so because he did n't hear me at all. He had his oculus closed, laying on his spinal column with no shirt on, boxers down below his knees, and both handwriting on his hard peter. I just stood there mouth wide give. How was this happening ? How could I be trying to get the visual of his underwear enclothe erection out of my mind, and now I see him actively masturbating. I guess that answered one dubiousness I had. He was clearly getting himself off. Except he was doing it weird. I 've watched quite a bit of porn, watched my husband and plenty of other sexual spouse before I met him stroke themselves, and I had never see any of them play with themselves like this. He had one ribbon on one side of his shaft, and one palm on the other face of it, and rubbing his thenar up and down like he was trying to make a hot dog out of drama dough. 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 desire to look away. Not to note I was a little concerned with how he was masturbating. Finally I realized that if he opened his center, he would see me watching him, and the fear of that motivated me to pace 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 clothes, plopped down on my bed, and fingered myself to multiple orgasms yet again. That made 8 total for the day. Not my criminal record by any means, but certainly to a greater extent than my average. I laid back and let the compounding of the post orgasmic bliss and the effects of the wine put me to kip.

The next day

I reached over and slapped my telephone set 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 irritation in my head. It hit me I was hung over from a footling too a great deal wine last night. I kicked myself for not remembering to drink water before I went to bed. My mind raced back to survive night. I remembered the incredible lust I felt, the amazing orgasms, and just overall the bliss and atonement I had. I knew it was because of the taboo visuals I had of my son. I sat there and thought about it. I could either allow shame and guilt to break to me, or I can just accept that this tabu is triggering something inside of me that is greatly increasing my masturbation. go out it in illusion soil, and it will all be ok. Eventually it will subside, and something else will take its position. I was about to hurl on clothes and go fix John Tyler his birthday breakfast, but I remembered the way he was masturbating last-place dark. `` That ca n't be normal '' I thought to myself. So I grabbed my sound and googled it. In about 20 minutes, I had found 3 wellness articles, a reddit thread, and a youtube TV explaining that it was n't uncommon for boy to masturbate in this fashion, like rolling up play dough into a hot dog. However it was n't the healthiest technique and over time can cause some strong-arm damage, as well as blister and sores. I sighed as I knew I was going to sustain to talk with him about this, as uncomfortable and awkward as it may be. I 'll wait until tonight, do n't want to damper the birthday festivity today.

I finally got dressed and made breakfast. Almost a great deal of French pledge with Sir Francis Bacon. I yelled down for President Tyler, as I knew better at this point to enter his chamber. We both ate and talked about everything we were going to do today. After we cleaned up the mesa, we both went and showered and got dressed. We left the family at 10 to go nibble up his two friends and started the day's event. start was the mall. I let Tyler and his friends go off and do their own matter. Instead of gifts, I gave him $ 250 to go and drop on whatever he wanted. Teenage boy seem to appreciate flat cash over anything personal, as I 've come to find out. I took the time to sit down with a frappuccino and just relax in the food tribunal. cypher in the shopping centre really interested me. I hated shopping for dress now, because it makes me mean of how my body used to look. I 'm by no means fat. And I 'm still probably quite attractive to most men and maybe even some woman too. But it 's still blatantly obvious I 've put on several pounds in the last few years, along with sobriety doing it 's work on multiple expanse of my body. So I after I finished my boozing, 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 dejeuner from the intellectual nourishment court, then I took the tyke to an arcade where they had another skillful sum of money to fuck up through. Before a nice dinner at TGI Friday 's, for whatever reason is my son 's favorite, we went to the moving-picture show. They all wanted to see this raunchy teenage clowning. I knew his admirer parents, and knew they were n't all that strict and prolly would n't handle, so I agreed. A scene came up where one of the actresses was topless. President Tyler glanced over at me, I 'm assuming to see my chemical reaction. I just looked at him at smiled, letting him know it 's perfectly ok for him to savour what he 's seeing. I could definitely tell John Tyler was enjoying the movie much more after that. We got dinner, dropped off his friends at their dwelling house, and headed home ourselves. I popped open a bottle of wine-colored and sat down on the couch to follow some TV, and Tyler joined me as he sat on the other end. I finished the wine-colored, and it was getting late, and John Tyler said he was about to go to his elbow room. I figured it was now or never.

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

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

'' Ok, there 's no leisurely way to say this, but I have a confession to ready. lowest nighttime before I went to bed, I went to tick off on you. I was a little wino and forgot to knock ''. It was at this degree his eyes got as astray as saucer. I think he quickly figured out what I was going to say next.

'' And yes, I saw you masturbating last nighttime '' I do n't think I 've ever seen anyone 's fount get that shade of red before. It was clear he was extremely abashed 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 proficient for your body. You 're not in trouble or anything like that. '' I explained as casually as I could.

'' Um, ok. What 's the take then ? '' he said, with a pinch of mix-up in his voice.

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

'' fountainhead, 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 tone, and the sperm cell came out. I did n't know there was another way. ``

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

'' Yes sweetie, there are other ways to jack off ''. anathemise it, I did it again. `` Maybe I should slack down on the wine if it 's causing me to let the cat out of the bag like that to Tyler '' I thought to myself. Then I disregarded that opinion and turned my glass up. `` start off, that `` feeling '' is called an climax. And when you 're talking about the thick white liquid state that shoots out, that 's called come. Sperm is what 's interior of the semen. break me just a min, let me go get something ''. I went and poured another Methedrine of wine, this time drinking a crank of water before I did so maybe I would n't bear 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 intimidate him any, though my smallest was 7 inches and quite thick.

I 'm certain you would have needed a forklift to elevate John Tyler 's jaw off the ground when I walked back in the livelihood 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 workforce against the rubber eraser dick. This is not a sizeable way to jerk off baby. This can cause a lot of blister and sores to form on your penis and could potentially hurt the tissue inside of your penis. 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 hand up and down the rubber shaft, working my wrist joint, giving him a full manifestation of how in good order wank his cock. Then I explained as you can grip it a picayune bit harder and harder as you go, but not too slopped. Then I explained that you want to focus more on the head as you feel the orgasm coming on, because of the extra boldness conclusion in your drumhead. I could tell he was still uncomfortable talking to me about this. So, i stuck the condom cock in strawman of his typeface and said `` Wan na give it a lick '' jokingly.

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

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

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

'' I know it 's form of weird child, but it 's important, and your dad is n't here to take you on this, so you 're gon na have to deal with your dearest old mother '' I said jokingly. `` But it 's perfectly delicately to lighten up sweetie and actually make a conversation with me about this. You can ask me anything about sex or masturbation. You do n't take to feel obstruct or be uncomfortable about all this with me. '' I could tell apart with his eubstance speech he was starting to finger a little Thomas More at easiness with me.

'' wellspring, I do have 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 wise ? Does it front the way it 's supposed to ? ``

Not going to lie, I was not expecting that query. And to be honest, I was n't totally sure. I had seen his underclothes tent, and though I watched him masturbate, his deal really kept me from seeing his whole appendage.

'' Well baby, I 'm not totally sure how big your penis is, your bridge player were in the way from me seeing the totally thing. So I ca n't really answer that unless you 're willing to drop your pants and get yourself hard '' i said, not really serious. fountainhead apparently, I underestimated his insecurity about his hawkshaw, because he pulled down his pants and underwear and had his cock in his paw before I was even able to react.

'' Oh ... .wow ... .I guess 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 ally. But I know they probably do n't make love 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 narrate he was immense for his age and he was very lucky. But honestly, even though I did n't exactly have an expertise about 16 yr old penis sizes, it looked perfectly middling. He dropped his paw and let me catch it in it 's complete glory as it stood at wax attention.

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

'' 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 squeamish dick. '' It was my turn for my middle to turn into saucers as I realized I just said putz instead of phallus. `` Sorry, I meant member. I should n't use the slang full term in front 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 female parent said turned you on ''

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

There were then a few here and now of an awkward quiet, all this meter his tool still out with his pant and underwear below his stifle, and I was trying my damnedest to not stare at it. So I decided to play the conversation back to the original theme.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' fountainhead psyche onto in your way and get it at '' I said laughingly. Then come tell me how it was.

He then pulled off his pants and underwear completely and walked to his room. He may be average in the dick size department, but he definitely had a nice ass. I then realized he prolly did n't have any lube, as I did n't see him use any last night. I got up to go seize some from my toy chest, but stumbled more than once to my room. `` crap, this wine is getting to me good tonight. I hope I do n't regret any of this in the morning. I do n't see why I would. I 'm simply helping him in the best way I know how. Honestly, I 'm probably never going to see his software program 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 feelings or disgrace for any of this. It felt comfortable. I felt like I was bonding with my son. Where 's the trauma in any of that ?

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

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

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

'' You still can get blister or sores, but nowhere near as very much. And you can foreclose 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 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 minutes later he walked back into the living room, but still raw. I did n't say anything about him still being naked, and I knew if I had any regrets the next cockcrow, it would prolly be that.

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

'' Holy crap Mom, that was so much better. That felt dumbfound. 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 bottles of wine-coloured. I knew the room was going to start spinning as soon as I laid down.

'' Well ripe dear. I 'm happy for you. Now if you 'll apologize me, it 's sentence for me to go rest. Even though it means I do n't get to look at Mr. Cutie down there '' I said just to obstruct him a little.

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