“You are not fine, young man.” She set her hands on his chest and flashed him a concerned frown. When she looked at him like that, Justin felt as though he had to do whatever she said. And lately, that was becoming more and more of a problem.
Why is she so touchy feely all the time? I’m 18, and I’m not a little kid anymore.
Emily ran her hands down he son’s chest slowly, dropping to her knees as she did. Justin took a step back, or rather, he tried to. The door was behind him and his back pushed up against it, leaving him no room to escape.
“Your jeans are practically caked in snow!” His mom smiled up at him innocently. “Let me brush it off for you…”
“Mom!” Justin shook his head, but she was already brushing her soft hands across his jeans. “It’s fine, really. I can do it!”
Does she even realize what she’s doing? Her hands are only inches away from my…
Justin’s jaw dropped open as he felt his mom’s hand rub across his crotch. His cock was already half erect from seeing her wardrobe choice for the night, and now it was well on its way to being a full-blown erection. He stared down at her, getting a down blouse view of her breasts that was on the verge of being indecent.
Emily didn’t seem to notice or realize what she was doing. Her hand brushed the inside of Justin’s legs, and then along his shins, and then meandered back up to his crotch. She let her fingers trace slow lines across his hard cock, and even through his jeans, it was almost enough to make Justin cum on the spot.
“There we go! All done!” She smiled up at him and hopped to her feet, rubbing her hand across her robe and fixing her hair as she did. “See, isn’t that better? Your jeans would be soaked if you didn’t get that off.”
Justin opened his mouth and then closed it. He blinked a couple of times, avoiding eye contact as best as he could as his face began to heat up and turn a deep scarlet.
She’s torturing me, and she has no idea that she’s doing it… does she?
“Uh… thanks.” Justin hunched over slightly in an attempt to minimize the visibility of his hard on as he walked through the living room and toward the stairs.
“Dinner will be ready in a couple of minutes,” said Emily. “I’ll call you down for it.”
“Gotcha!” said Justin. He took the stairs two at a time, walked into his room, and almost slammed the door shut behind him. His cock throbbed, and he knew it was because of her, his own mother.
***
No amount of deep breathing was enough to calm Justin down. He paced his bedroom, biting back his frustration and arousal as much as he could. It wasn’t enough, and the painful bulge poking out against his jeans acted as though it had its own vote to cast.
It’s not my fault! She’s gorgeous! If she wasn’t my mother, I’d…
Justin shook his head, trying to dispel the line of thinking that his primal, mammalian instincts were leading him down. He sat down in front of his computer and opened up his web browser.
It was abundantly clear that if he didn’t take care of himself, the vacation was going to be long, hard, and torturous. So Justin did what any hormonal 18-year-old would, under the circumstances, and typed in the web address of his favorite porn site.