“I’m sorry, it’s just…the whole situation, seeing you like this…it kind of just…I’m sorry if you’re disgusted in me…but I thought we were..you know…that you and I were just…,” said Donny, genuinely conveying a sense of guilt, even though he was incredibly turned on by his mother hovering around his hard-on, seemingly unfazed by it.
“No, no… it’s okay honey,” replied Vicky soothingly as she glanced back at Donny’s dick. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of…at all,” she flicked her gaze from her son’s erection to his pained facial expression and back again, “…in fact,” added Vicky as her right hand came into contact with Donny’s outer thigh, “…I think we both know we’ve been heading in a strange direction,” she ended by brushing his thigh softly and looking up toward his eyes with a look of complete acceptance, easing Donny’s anguish.
“Donny, I have to admit I’m still processing what’s happening here…and I have to say that I…feel really…good right now, do you?” She paused and allowed her hand to explore his inner thigh a little more teasingly.
“It feels wrong mom, but you’re just so…seeing you like this, and you keep looking at me…down at my..my…,” answered Donny.
“Your penis, Donny?” said Vicky as she glanced at it, then back at his face with a smile. “Donny, I know this is wrong to say, but this is all just kind of happening…we’ve seen each other in a way that we really shouldn’t. Look, I’ll just come out and say it…please don’t think less of me..”
“When I turned around and saw your…cock.. earlier…” said Vicky courageously. Donny flinched in disbelief. “…Donny I was fucking shocked. I was gonna slap you, but… god I’m wretched for saying this… it just surprised me to see you with an..adult penis..” Just fucking spit it out, say it, thought Vicky. “Donny, I’m your mother, but I’m also a woman… it’s just been difficult recently with your father…and this situation has been…exciting? I can’t believe I’m saying this to you!” Donny felt like he was about to faint. He couldn’t believe his mother’s behavior. He couldn’t believe how aroused he was getting.
“I was curious…I feel like you are too,” continued Vicky slipping her hand up and under her son’s testicles, brushing over them briefly before wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft, “…can I just touch it a little bit honey?” she continued as her hand smoothly rolled up the full length of her son’s shaft. “You’re gorgeous, baby,” while raising her other hand to cradle her son’s hefty balls before allowing both her hands to inspect his genitals lovingly, doing what she could to show her son how much she loved him; how good he felt. “My god, what the hell happened down here Donny? You were once my little boy…shit..,” she trailed off as her eyes began to fixate on her son’s penis; at how it so brutishly defied any sense of morality. There it stood in contempt of her place as a mother, ignorant of the centuries of cultural boundaries placed between it and the source of it’s yearning. It was suffocating.