I finally said, “Um, I did hear you as well, at the end, especially.”
“We could do it together, Mom, it was really pretty cool last night, might even be better that way, doing it together. I’ve heard you before and, well, it’s always been pretty hot listening to you. When I do, it helps me get off and, well, I would’t mind if you saw me doing it.”
I simply had no words that would come out of my mouth as he added, “I’ll bet we would both be happier doing it together.”
I soon left the kitchen, still unable to voice anything about his suggestion. But, it did not leave my thoughts, especially when I masturbated later that night. There were images of Neil, naked, stroking his penis as I lay opposite him, legs splayed, fingering deeply, both of us looking at each other as our passion erupted in unison. I tried to shake these thoughts away but they kept coming back unbidden.
Then, several days later, he returned to the subject as we were finishing supper.
“Have you thought about my idea, Mom, that we get ourselves off together?”
If I’m being honest, as soon as he said it, there was a feeling between my legs. I am human, after all, and some things happen whether you want them to or not.
“Honestly, Neil, I haven’t, it just seems, well, improper for a mother and son to do something like that.”
“We both have needs and desires, Mom, they’re natural, you taught me that yourself.”
“Yes, I know, but…well somethings are private.”
“Okay but answer me this: Does the idea turn you on some? Be honest.”
Shit. Be honest. Now what?
“Well, I don’t see what that has to do with it,” I put right back to him.
“It has everything to do with it, Mom. Look, we’re both lonely, single, unattached. A little fun for ourselves is all we have, why not try to make it more fun, more, um, erotic, more enjoyable. I won’t ever tell anyone, you know that. It’s just you and me.”
“But, well, I’m your mother not your girlfriend,” I said, knowing it was a pretty lame argument.
“If that’s supposed to mean that you’re not sexy any more, well, I can tell you that you are wrong, very wrong. Maybe you’ll be mad at me but I can tell you that you give erections to your youngest son, you’re pretty hot, Mom. Why not enjoy it? We’re both lonely, why not?”
Damn, I thought, he’s right in a way. What would it be to get naked with my son and for each of us to have some solo fun?
So, I told him, “Well, we could try doing it in the same room, maybe with a sheet over our middles. But that’s all I’m prepared to do.”
“Okay, we can try that, why not?” he said with a rather mischievous grin on his face.
So, we watched TV until about ten, then he asked me, “Think we could try our new thing?” again, with that cute grin of his.
We got up and I went into my bedroom and got down to my bra and panties and got in bed, pulling the sheet up to my stomach. A minute later, in walked my youngest son in his briefs, quite tented-out, with a bottle of hand lotion, a beach towel and the grin he had on earlier.
He sat in a chair and put the towel over his lap and slid his briefs to the floor. I guess this was it, I thought, as he squirted some lotion on his palm and put his hand under the towel which began spearing straight up and down leaving no question as to what was happening underneath.
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