She leaned down to kiss him, not knowing that he was growing and it was for her. “If you’d stop watching that stuff, it wouldn’t be so bad on you,” she said in a soft voice, looking into his dark brown eyes.
‘My poor, poor baby,’ she thought, wishing she could help him. He had to be going crazy. She remembered all the girls’ that he had over and Carrie knew he’d been having sex since he was a young boy.
“Do you want me to call a any of your old girl friends? I could disappear and you, well…you know,” she said with a smile, hoping she could find somebody to help ease his suffering.
A frown covered his face and he replied, “Everybody’s blaming me for what happened. I had Jimmy call a few of them last week, they just hung up on me,” he said, looking at her nice breasts, wishing that there was a way she could help him. But she was his Mom.
“It wasn’t your fault. Carl was driving, not you!” she said wishing so much that she could help him. The poor boy had to be going nuts. He humped so many girls’ and now he had nothing. He couldn’t even masturbate himself.
‘I want to help you so much,’ she thought, wondering if he’d object to her helping him relieve himself and if she could even do it. ‘Would helping Jake even be considered incest?’ She wasn’t sure. But Carrie knew she really needed to think this over. She knew that she’d do anything for him. She just needed to decide if that anything included helping him jerk off.
“I know that. But my friends are saying I should have been driving. Carl couldn’t drive right sober, let alone drunk.” Jake said, wishing he could hug her. Then, he had an idea. “I need something,” he said looking up to her with more need than he’d ever felt in his life.
“Anything baby,” she replied hoping he wasn’t going to ask her to jerk him off. She needed some time to think that over.
“I miss hugging you. It’s great the way you do it now, but,” he stopped, hoping she’d do what he was going to ask. “I miss feeling you against me. It’s been two months since I held you,” he said praying she’d say yes.
“You know I’ll do anything, but how can I do that?”
“Lay on me, please!”
Carrie was just a little shocked at his words, but he was right. She missed having his strong arms around her too and she missed feeling him. She missed feeling his big cock against her body. “What if I hurt you?” she asked and was ready. She’d seen how hard he was when she came into the room. “And, what if it makes that worse?” Carrie asked looking down to his swollen cock and wanting to faint when she saw it.
“I don’t really care. I need to feel you.” Jake said and could see that she was thinking it over. “It might even help that,” he added with one of his smiles, knowing that Mom could never refuse him.
She stood, looking at him and wanted to scream. Carrie hadn’t been with a man in three years and he wanted her to lay on him with his massive thing hard as a rock.
“Oh boy! You’re asking a lot of me, baby,” she leaned to kiss him and knew that she’d have to be very careful that her rough jeans didn’t scratch him up. “What are we going to do with that?”