“Uhh, Mom, oh, Mom,” he groaned as I reached around him to take his hardening cock in my hand.
“Mmm, I’ve wondered what it feels like. I can feel it growing in my hand, that’s pretty exciting. Feel good?”
“Oh, Mom, it feels wonderful, I’ve dreamed of this, you know, of you doing it for me,” he said as he rolled onto his back pulling off the sheet as I began jacking him up and down.
“Do you have any hand lotion? I don’t want to make you sore,” I whispered as he slid the drawer open next to his bed and pulled out the bottle. I held my palm up and got a squirt and went back to pleasuring my son.
“Happy?” I asked him as I moved my fist up and down. I hadn’t masturbated a man in years but, of course, it all comes back pretty quickly as I began twisting my hand when I got to the top.
“Oh, Mom, yes, this is so good, so hot, you are the best. I hope you’ll let me do you,” he said.
Well, it was one thing to be pleasuring my son but, well, did I really want him rubbing and fingering me? Of course, the image of him doing just that came into my mind and wouldn’t leave, no matter what I tried. So, I concentrated on giving him the best release I could.
I took my time, his head was thrown back in obvious enjoyment, I knew I didn’t want to rush it, I love my son and want the best for him, yes, even this, maybe even, especially this.
I went on up and down, then moved my hand up to the tip and twisted my slippery hand back and forth as he groaned, his hand reaching over to my breast and holding it firmly.
He had only touched me once before in a sexual way but, after all, I had a grip on his cock so I wasn’t surprised as I felt his fingers flex so sweetly.
“Uhh, Mom, oh, I’m…I’m…UUH, UUH, UUH, uh, mmm, mmm,” he moaned as semen fountained up out of him as he cried out, “Oh, so good, so good, oh, mmm, mmm,” while I continued to stroke him, now slower, letting him down easy, trying to not stop too quickly, just letting him glide back down to earth.
I leaned over and kissed him as I felt his tongue enter my lips and french me. Well, I thought he needed more than just a motherly kiss at this point, I still had my hand on his cock, so I tongued him back while he fondled my boob.
Then after a few minutes of kissing, we slid into each other’s arms and held each other so contentedly.
“Thanks, Mom, that was incredible. I love you so much.”
“I’m glad you’re happy, I love you, too.”
We lay there in each other’s arms as I felt his hand move between us to cup my pubic mound and begin to rub his fingers along my pussy spreading the wetness.
“I’d like to do you, Mom, make you happy, too.”
I didn’t say anything, just raised my leg to give him better access as he continued to rub.
Neil’s touch was quite wonderful, he told me later that he’d had a girlfriend when he was fourteen, I remember her, Melanie Griffin, a very pretty girl two years older than my son, who, he says, taught him how to masturbate her, all the little ‘ins and outs’ of doing it right. And he learned well. Little did I know that I would someday be the recipient of her welcome teaching of my young son in the intricacies of bringing a woman to orgasm.
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