The way he looked, his hair sort of messy but neat at the same time, youth can get away with that ‘whatever’ look; his jeans, the bulge in the crotch, the way I needed to help him relax.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Robert, Baby please, I want you to ask me anything you want.”
He looked at me, cleared his throat and said so quietly, “How can a woman masturbate?”
The question, although asked before, was something I wanted to talk to him about. I wanted to teach him about giving pleasure as well as getting it. “Well baby, you know the end of your penis? I will call it the head. You have all these nerves in there and it feels good the rub them. A woman has the same only smaller. It is called a clit, and when it is rubbed it is the same as you jerking off.” He was looking at me as I told him this.
It was wild here I was talking to my son about finger fucking. Then an idea struck me. “Robert? Do you want to understand why a woman would be playing with herself and how?” I was feeling bold again.
“Yes I do, please tell me,” Robert said.
I stood up, put my glass down and walked to the chair he was sitting in. “Take my hand,” I said. He held my hand… his skin was so warm. I lead him to the sofa asked him to sit. I said I would be right back. I went to my room, into my closet and pulled out a tape. I was so excited. I wanted to watch porn with my son. I went back to the sitting room.
“Robert I am going to show you sex! Keep in mind this is not love… Just sex,” He said ok. I put the tape in; sat down beside him and pressed play on the remote. I started to scan through it but Robert said, “Wait let’s watch the whole thing, his eyes were huge and glassy.” I rewound the tape to the beginning and pressed play again. He was watching the TV. I could not believe I was gonna watch porn with my son. My body was shaking all over.
The movie started and all I could do was watch him. He was staring at the screen. I asked him if he was ok… He said yes. The two women on the TV were going hot and heavy. I could tell he liked watching because his breathing became deep and he was licking his lips as if they were very dry. I moved down the sofa and leaned against the armrest, putting my feet under me.
This was going to be a night we would both remember. We watched the movie together in silence. My pussy was so wet and itchy, my nipples were rock hard. Robert was glued to the screen; I don’t think he even blinked. We watched the whole thing. When it was over I stood up and turned off the TV. I felt like my juices were running down my legs.
Robert was sitting in a way that I could not see if he had an erection or not. I sat down on the sofa again looked at my son and smiled. He had finished his beer half way through the movie but was still holding the empty can “Honey could you get us another drink?” I asked. I needed to see if he was aroused
“Um… Mom,” he stated. “I really would rather just sit here a minute longer.”
My mind exploded, he did not want me to see his hard on. “Baby, it’s okay to have an erection, I’m also turned on. A movie like that always gets a person hot.” I said trying to sound like a mother, a mother with her hand between her legs.