He turned and looked at me. “Mom, this is weird. I don’t know what to think,” he said. I stood up. My legs were weak. I had no pants and my top and bra were bunched up over my tits. I reached up and undid my bra letting it fall to the floor and straightening out my top. I walked to the kitchen. I could feel his eyes on my ass. I was falling in love with my son. I grabbed some paper towel and went back in the living room. “We had better clean you up,” I said.
“I’ll do it mom,” he said. I handed him the paper and he started the wipe up his cum… Man there was a lot! Then I noticed… he was still hard. His cock straight and purple. “Robert… “I began “are you ok?”
“Yeah sure, why?” he asked. I blinked and asked him… “Well your dick is still hard. Didn’t you finish?”
Now it was his turn… he laughed, “Oh mom when I am really turned on… one time won’t do!”
My mind burst… My son was multi orgasmic… or maybe just a teenager. I stood watching him clean is cock. It was fantastic. It stood tall and thick. I licked my lips.
“Mom?” Robert asked. “Yes,” I stammered. He looked right into my eyes. I felt him touching my soul. “Did you finish?” he asked. I sat down beside him. Me in just a top; him his pants bunched down around his knees. “We need to … to talk,” I said. “To answer your question, yes I did cum. It was wonderful … but am I finished? Well that is a different matter.”
He just smiled and put his hand on my leg. We sat in silence and just enjoyed each other in the same room. I looked down at his proud cock again. “Wow that is still hard!” I said. He just wrapped his fingers around it and said… “You did this to me!” I closed my eyes and my insides glowed… my son has just told me… his mother, that I am responsible for his current hard on.
All that time of thinking about his cock … him jerking-off … his cum. I never saw beyond this point… I never thought this through. “Do you need to cum again”? I asked him.
“Not yet,” he said. “Let’s just keep talking.” He stood up, took off his pants and asked if I wanted a shower. Here was my 18 year old son standing right in front of his half naked mother with a royal hard-on asking me if I wanted to shower with him. I looked at his cock, then into his eyes… “We need to set some rules… don’t we?” I asked.
“Relax mom… it is just a shower,” he said… he now seemed a lot more in control. I raised my hand… he took it and we walked upstairs together.
When we got in the bathroom, I felt light on my feet… I was dizzy and this was moving in slow motion. Robert bent and turned on the shower… I leaned up against the counter… he turned to me and pulled of his shirt… “Join me when you can,” he said. He stepped in the stall and pulled the door closed. I could see him through the glass washing him self… his dick standing right out in front. What was I doing…? I pulled my shirt off and opened the door. Robert smiled at me and said, “I was afraid you were going to chicken out.”
“Well it is just a shower… right?”