“I studied your photos for a long time, Mom. At first you looked just like my Mom. But then, something happened. I saw you as a beautiful and sexy woman.”
“Danny, shut up. Shut Up! You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I know a real woman when i see one. Mom, you have such a great body. Those tits are as good as magazine models. I’ve seen your bras: 38D. Just right. And you’re in such good shape from all the exercise and watching your weight. Only Dad and I know how good you look. And he doesn’t appreciate it.”
“Leave this room right now.”
“It’s only fair you see me too,” he said disregarding my order. “I’m in good shape too. Don’t you think?”
Danny’s body almost glowed in the low light. His chest was covered with muscle and his abs were defined without being obnoxious. His thighs bulged with muscle and his calves swelled with every step he took. He was approaching my bed.
“Go to bed, Danny. I’m warning you. You’re going to be in big trouble.” As I said this, my eyes drifted to his waist—and below. My son’s penis dangled as he walked. But something was happening. It started to twitch and then grow. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
By the time he had gotten to my bedside, it was almost fully erect.
“Danny, you should be ashamed of yourself, parading around like this in front of your mother.”
Now the head of it was swelling. It was fully erect. And it was magnificent. Much bigger—longer and thicker than his father’s.
“Look what you did to me, Mom. Look what thinking about you did to me.”
“Danny,” I said, never taking my eyes off the tip of my son’s cock. Was there a glint of liquid on the tip? It was hard to tell in this light. Finally I said, “You have to leave. Right now before you do something you’ll be sorry for.”
“I’m not going to do anything, Mom. That’s for tomorrow. That’s when we’re going to do something. Something important. That’s when we’re going to make a baby. Make it right here.” He stepped close and tapped the bed.
“Danny. Go,” I whispered. The head of my son’s cock was now just a foot from my face. I could smell something, something musky and heady and strong. I was smelling my son’s lubricating fluids. It was clear they were leaking from the depths of that throbbing shaft.
He took another small step forward and I instinctively put a hand up against his hipbone to stop him. He didn’t offer any resistance, but gently placed his hand on mine. He backed up and inch, freeing my hand from his hip, and guided my palm to his hot penis.
I should have immediately recoiled, but didn’t. Danny closed his hand around mine and put pressure on his cock. He slowly thrust his hips back and forth a few times.
I was paralyzed by the audacity of the act and the electric feel of a real rock-hard cock in my hand, so different from his father’s earlier in the day. I couldn’t pull away and I couldn’t speak.
“How is that going to feel inside you tomorrow, Mom? My cock will reach deep when I cum and make you pregnant.” He took his hand away, and to my horror, mine stayed and even gave his cock a slow pump before I woke up to what I had done. My hand flew off his cock.