We lit a fire and had some dinner, my uncontained breasts wobbling with every movement. Kyle kept to himself for the night, and I knew why. Every now and then I would see a tent forming in the front of his pants, right before he would excuse himself to either the other side of the cave, or for a bathroom break outside.
I felt horrible to put him through this. Just a few weeks and he might get used to seeing me like this. Then things can return to normal.
Every night seemed to be the same ordeal. I tried pulling my legs up as I sat by the fire, but that didn’t seem to help. It was impossible to hide them completely. His erection simply kept straining against his shorts. He wasn’t getting the relief he needed, and I was putting him through all this.
Though, I couldn’t deny that the attention was doing something for me, too.
Perhaps it was due to that, that one night I found myself lying awake. From the other side of the cave I could hear soft shuffles and quick breathes coming from Kyle. As I exhaled he suddenly stopped.
Just finish, sweetie, I don’t mind, I thought. I could think of no greater frustration than to have to quit mid masturbation. To let all of those pent up desires remain caged. But he didn’t move. He didn’t get up to go finish in the jungle, or continue.
I don’t know why I did what I did. Maybe I was starting to feel horny too. Maybe I wanted to do something to help after days of tormenting him.
I rose from my bed of palm fronds and crossed the cave in the dim moonlight.
‘Hey,’ I whispered, kneeling down beside him.
He lay frozen, his hands covering his crotch as he pretended to be asleep.
His eyes flew open as my fingertips lightly touched his.
‘Shh,’ I cooed before he could say anything.
I pulled his hands away and his cock sprang upright. I could see droplets of pre-cum glistening atop his head in the moonlight. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. It was so warm. And big. He had inherited his father’s good genes.
With my other hand I grabbed his and placed it on my hanging breast. He seemed hesitant at me gripping his shaft, but wasted no time feeling and exploring my breasts in his hand.
I could feel his cock grow even harder in my hand as he massaged my breasts. This was what he had wanted. All those days staring at my breasts without being able to touch them. A mother knows.
My hand began to pump up and down his shaft, feeling every inch between my fingers, which seemed dwarfed by its size. My breasts jiggled beneath me as my hand flew up and down. He pinched and pulled at my nipples, causing me to bite my lip and hold my breath against the moans which wished to betray me.
Soon, his breath became heavy and his hips tried to thrust into my hand. I turned his cock away to the cave wall as it spasmed in my hand. Squirt after squirt of cum splattered against the rocks. It just kept coming. Great thick ropes. Oh my poor baby, I thought, how much did you need this?
Finally his cock stopped and he panted beneath me. Without saying a word, I leant down and kissed him on the forehead before crossing back to my side of the cave.