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I feel my son’s presence, close, concerned, wondering what I’m thinking.
I DON’T KNOW.
This is the honest to god truth. Part of me is mortified. Here I am, in our snowed in cabin with just my son. No husband, no wife. Part of me is extremely curious. My son, is showing me a collection of “shit he likes” and that “shit” being graphic porn? Gay porn. Part of me… a big part of me, is very aroused. Two men, attractive men, both on completely different ends of the spectrum, are playing out in front of me on screen.
And on top of it all… my son his breathing heavily right next to me, still in his towel.
I felt his presence, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.
So I didn’t. “You…” I started, as I watched the older guy sitting in the chair pull out his… dick. “This is what you like?”
“You asked about the files…” he started.
“Work files…” I corrected him.
“They’re not work files…” he said, stating the obvious.
I decided to turn toward him, looking at his face. “I can see that.” I let my eyes flicker down to his crotch, then immediately back up. There was a visible bulge. “This is what you like?” I asked again, wanting a straight answer.
He looked past me, at the screen. I followed his eyes. The older man was stroking himself as he stood walking toward the bed. He kneeled, positioning his face… more particularly his mouth, at the young man’s hole.
“Oh my god…” I whispered unable to really get the words out.
I looked back to him, my son, looking at his face. He kept his eyes on the computer for a second, before allowing his eyes to move back to my face, his eyes connecting with mine.
“Yes.” He whispered.
I let my eyes move down his body, over his pecks, his hard nipples, down his abs. I looked slowly this time, taking him in. I stopped at his crotch, covered by a towel. I almost gasp, but kept my composure. He was hard, the shape of his shaft running downward curving right toward his thigh.
I kept my eyes on his crotch. “Yes, what?” I asked him, and I felt my body go hot.
“This is what I like… all of this.”
I watched his penis flinch beneath the towel. I moved back up his body, my eyes, stopping at his beautiful face.
“Yeah…? Jane had no idea that it was this, did she?”
I couldn’t hold back. Something dark took a hold of me, controlling me.
“You like men, huh? Gay men…” my hand moved to his crotch and I felt him through the towel.
“Or straight…” he said and I almost laughed, but held my composure. “Jane doesn’t know…” he whispered looking at me.
“Jane doesn’t know what?” I asked, pushing him.
I grabbed a hold of him through the towel, feeling his size for the first time.
He was big.
“Jane doesn’t know that I like men.”
“No…? Do you like men sweetheart?” I found the slit in his towel and slid my hand inside, grabbling hold of his bare balls, moving up to his dick.
“Yes… I like men.”
“why me… why do you want your mother to know…? I pressed into him, whispering into his ear.
His breathing sped up, and he looked down at my hand, then back up and over at the computer.
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