So now it’s my turn to deal with an issue no mother will ever admit to having out of fear of being condemned, and as I slowly begin to unpeel my legs one by one from the sheer barrier that’s been keeping me technically still clothed in front of him it’s the look on his face as he stares at my hairless slit that is just one that I know I will always cherish. It’s just so obvious to me now that he’s probably done this before with someone else, and the image of the skinny Shafer girl spreading her long thin legs for him instantly pops into my head as I pull my top over my head revealing my tiny breasts to him. I always wondered if they were doing more than just cramming for finals up in his room, and as much as I was tempted to turn the knob on his bedroom door I always wilted out of fear at what I might discover. But that doesn’t matter to me now, and the thought that he’s a seasoned lover rather than a bumbling novice is just making this all the more tempting for me to allow him to take me as many times as he wants too.
For a while now I just thought it was my eyes playing tricks on me as I’ve watched him masturbating but the truth is he has to be at least eight or nine inches long, and as I gently pull his t-shirt over his head revealing his still boyish chest it strikes me just how much he looks like some of the young boys in the videos he has stashed away on his computer. I can’t explain why but for some reason as I’ve walked the Mall for the past few years I’ve noticed more and more just how drawn I have become to the teenage boys huddled together in the hallways watching me intently as opposed to the men my own age that I know I should be gravitating towards. But for whatever reason the thought of wrapping my lips around one of those innocent looking boys always seems to fuel my fantasizes night after night as my fingers bring me to ever more unfulfilling orgasms. There’s just a part of me that knows a young lover will try to keep ejaculating for as long as he has an erection, and from what some of my friends say about their husbands only being able to last a minute or so I just know that isn’t what I need in my life right now. I may not like to admit it to myself but the truth is I want a lover who will take me until he can’t get it up anymore, and the fact it looks like it’s going to be my own son isn’t phasing me in the least.
“Small tits and a bald pussy,” I hear those forbidden words coming out of his mouth that a son is never supposed to say to his own mother, and yet as I feel my face beginning to flush with embarrassment I know it’s just one more thing pushing me way beyond anywhere I’ve ever been before.
As much as I know how wrong it is for him to talk to me that way the reality is its exactly what I want from him right now, and somehow he’s already mastered at such a young age the ability to sense what his partner needs are as I take his fingers and slide them against the nearly invisible scar from my C section. The look in his eyes tells me he clearly gets the meaning of the subtle message I just sent him, and the fact that I’ll squeeze him just as tight any virgin will is just one more thing going in my favor. I’m sure as much as Amy may have tried to please him she no doubt must have been intimidated by the size of this beautiful organ, but I’m not and obviously he knows it too. It’s funny how lovers can get to know all the little nuances of each other’s body language in such a short amount of time, and even though we’ve yet to become one the look on his face tells me just how close he is to ejaculating. How could he not for God sake, and the thought of feeding on him like he use to do to me so long ago almost makes it seem like karma coming full circle. Who would have ever thought that for a woman so sexually starved like I am the idea of suckling from my own son’s erect organ is almost the equivalent to when he use to wrap his lips around my nipples for his daily feedings.