My ass used to be my best feature. It wasn’t what it used to be, but it was still a pretty respectable butt. I continued my best imitation of a stripper sway and displayed my backside to my son. He could probably see a fair bit of butt crack through the opening in my panties. I’d done a lot of humiliating things in my life, but never in front of Jesse. I hoped that he understood I was doing this for him more than I was for myself.
When I thought I’d done enough, I got back into my chair and turned to the computer again.
‘Very nice. Did that make your son hard?’
“He wants to know if you got a hard-on?”
“No!” Jesse insisted a little too strongly and moved his arm across his lap.
“Yes, I think looking at his hot mommy gave him a nice big chubby.”
“Mom, shut up,” he whispered angrily.
‘Ask him to take it out and show it to you.’
“He wants you to take it out,” I relayed to Jesse.
“I’m not letting this guy look at my dick. No fucking way.”
‘I want to see your mother looking at your dick. 50 tokens.’
I hit mute. “Jesse, 50 bucks just to whip it out for a minute. So what if some guy in his parents’ basement in Cleveland can see it. Just do it.” Unmute.
“Hey, BeaverMan. My, my, you are a naughty boy. I can’t believe you’re making us do this. It’s so bad.” The sound of coins dropping made me giddy inside.
Jesse stood up, but seemed reluctant to go further.
“Don’t be bashful, son, let Mommy see that nice cock of yours.”
He made a sour face that luckily couldn’t be seen on camera. I gave him a look that told him he better do what I wanted or there’d be hell to pay. He rolled his eyes and fished his penis out through the opening in the front of his boxers.
I was surprised to find a strange tingle run all over my body. I’ve seen more than my share of cocks over the years, and I didn’t expect to have any more of a reaction to my son’s dick than I would to any other part of him, but it was having an unexpected effect on me.
Jesse was only half hard, his thick shaft curving downward, his fat cockhead hanging heavy at the end. I obviously knew he wasn’t a little boy anymore, but I never imagined his cock being that big and…manly. I didn’t like the way seeing his junk was making me feel. I was his mother — it wasn’t supposed to be like that.
‘How do you like your son’s cock?’
“Oh, it’s so big and sexy,” I gushed, trying to ooze sensuality.
‘If I wanted something fake, I would be watching porn. Be real.’
I knew even as I was playing it up that I was coming across like a bad porn actress.
“Okay, ehm, well…I do like it.” For the first time in a long time I felt myself blushing. “It’s pretty big, which is good. For me, size does matter. I haven’t seen a strong, young cock in a while, so that’s nice. You’ve got an impressive tool there, son.”
“God, Mom,” he cursed under his breath.
“Take your balls out, too.”
“He didn’t ask for that.”
“I know, but you should do it anyway.” I didn’t admit that it was mainly because I wanted to see them. “Fifty bucks should at least buy some balls.”
Jesse scooped his nutsack out of his shorts and let them dangle there in the open. I wondered if BeaverMan was stroking his cock to all of this.