Of course everything changed this morning when I suddenly found my hands smearing all that thick white sticky semen all over his stomach and chest, and as he moaned so softly because I was doing to him what every other boy his age wishes their mothers would do to them I just couldn’t help myself as one by one I licked his tasty treat off each of my fingers. I just knew instinctively as soon as my taste buds feasted on the salty elixir that my fate was already sealed, and as much as there was a part of me that wanted to flee all I could do was stare at his still rock hard organ and imagine myself slowly sliding down its entire length. I’ve suffered far too long now to know that this just feels so right, and even though I’d certainly be universally condemned for what I’ve allowed to happen thus far I’m sure I’m not the only mother who has flirted with these forbidden desires like I’m doing now.
In so many ways I’m aware that I’m just not the typical mother of a teenage boy, and being tall and lean has garnered me countless stares from both young boys and old men alike. The funny thing about it is that I lack the big boobs and swagger like so many of the women my own age, and essentially having the same body that I had in high school certainly explains why I feel so many eyes whenever I stroll through the Mall. I guess the sight of a slender redhead with long thin legs leading up to a tight little heart shaped ass in old blue jeans is just too irresistible for so many of them not to sneak a peek at me, and even the look of jealousy on the faces of the young girls because they know I could so easily steal away any of their suitors merely confirms it too. I think for a woman like me who is so painfully shy those stares have kept that hope alive inside that one day I’d find a lover to rescue me from my life of loneliness and frustration.
Pastor Morgan said just this Sunday that whenever he looks up and sees me singing in the choir all he can think of is a heavenly angel serenading our holy father with a voice filled with innocence and purity, but if he only knew that the thoughts going through my head as I look down at my own son with my panties soaking I’m quite sure he would be quite mortified to say the least. It just doesn’t seem possible that someone like me who is perceived by so many as being a timid church mouse is literally on the verge of losing control, and yet as I walked to the ladies room this morning suffering because my tiny knob had become so swollen I just knew that my will to resist what my body is demanding of me is rapidly eroding. In all my years of being sexually active I’ve never had to go and sit in a stall and get myself off like I did today, and the glazed look in the mirror after I orgasmed told me that this is only the beginning.
The truth that I can’t deny any longer is that I knew the second I brought his salty treat up to my lips my world was going to be turned upside down, and the sooner I embrace what every fiber in my body is screaming for now will end not only my suffering but his as well. It’s just so obvious there’s a tension that is building between us, and even though we’ve always managed to banter back and forth as though we were best friends there is a silence developing now because our bodies are so under siege. It’s as though we’re both trying to suppress our primal instincts now as we desperately wait for the morning so I can come in and watch him masturbate again, and no doubt he heard my soft moans as my tongue licked his cream from my fingers as my eyes stayed locked on his still erect member. I think we both knew instinctively the significance of what happened, and now I’m about to push us even closer to the abyss.