Sadie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 222
“Here is a clean towel…” Casually I glanced at the steamy glass door where my son was showering. The first thing that I noticed was he looked like a grown man. He is so tall and when did he get all those muscles? In that next second, I realized that he was masturbating. The foggy glass did nothing to disguise that his hand was moving up and down his hard cock.
I Just Wanted to Take Care of My Son Not Have Mutual Masturbation
“Thanks, Mom, just leave it on the counter.” The stinker, his hand never even slowed its stroking rhythm. At first, I felt a little incredulous that he would keep masturbating with me standing right in the same room.
“I’m making lunch, did you want anything special?” My eyes fastened to the movement of his hand. Expecting him to at least stop, slow down, try to get rid of me, something! But it was as if he began to put on a display. His hand moved to the base of his cock and shook it. Like he wanted me to see how big and hard his cock was at the moment. Not a “get out” or “can you leave alone” nothing! That wicked young man was toying with me.
I Wasn’t About To Let Him Have The Upper Hand
Two could play at this game. Easily lifting my shirt over my head, while he answered that anything was fine. It was surreal in an erotic sort of way. Stripping down to my panties while we carried on a completely normal conversation about lunch. Leaning myself back against the cabinet, my hand sank into my panties. I began to finger my pussy. He resumed jerking off.
Two Can Play This Masturbation Game
My pussy was wet. His cock was hard. It was a small step from my imagination to begin to put the two together. I could see his head was turned towards me. I had to think that he had a similar view of me as I had of him. Both of us enjoying our mother and son mutual masturbation. Vague, featureless but clear enough to see what was going on. Rubbing my pussy faster, I let a little moan escape and then I heard his groan and saw splashes of cum spray against the shower door.
The vision of my son’s cum running down the steamy door was all I needed to send me into the throes of my orgasm. Taking a deep breath I gathered up my clothes and left the room to get dressed and go fix his lunch. It occurs to me that maybe my son might like a fresh, hot, box lunch. Obviously, he isn’t my little boy anymore.
Sadie
1-844-332-2639 ext. 222