When she handed me a mask, I protested, “Mom, I don’t need a mask.”
“Yes, you do. It’s one thing for a mother to touch her son’s cock. It’s quite another for him to watch her do it. We’ll put them on together.”
I obeyed and laid my head back, waiting for Mom to proceed. As soon as my robe parted, her warm hands landed on my upper thighs. One hand quickly cupped my balls. She jostled and lightly squeezed them.
I gasped with the contact. “Easy, Tiger. They’re sensitive.”
She giggled but didn’t stop the gentle caressing. “Okay, you’re going to have to stop repeating what I said yesterday. This is serious. I want to go to Hawaii and will have to familiarize myself with your private parts.”
I giggled, “Parts? You mean my cock and balls?”
She squeezed my jewels and chortled “I warned you. Stop making fun of me.”
Maintaining her firm hold, her other hand enclosed my rod. Her fingers walked their way to the tip as if she were conducting a very thorough exam. She lightly ran her fingertips around my ridge. Her breathing rate increased as she explored my prick.
“It certainly is different from what I remember. We could have one advantage since you’re circumcised. I think it’s rare in Japanese culture. If I happen to get paired with Kaito, it will be a quick win for our team.”
Her hand explored every bump and thickened vein on my cock. Normally, I would stiffen with a woman’s touch, but my nervousness prevented it from happening. It might shock her and possibly end our session, so I was grateful for remaining soft. I concentrated on anything other than the fact my mom was holding my prick and balls.
After several minutes, her hand stopped exploring. “Jason, why aren’t you getting hard? I need to be acquainted with both states, in case something happens during one of the other tests to arouse you.”
“It’s not easy when it’s my mother touching me.”
“We’re going to need to do something to get you over your shyness. I’ve seen your bulges before when you’ve seen me in my nightie. I have an idea and I don’t want you to overthink it. It’s for the contest.”
Her hand guided mine under her top and pressed it to her bare breast. That’s why she changed. Did she know I’d need motivation? Her hand released mine and returned to grip my prick. I kneaded her full breast and as cued, blood flowed into my prick. Her hand squeezed and stroked to the top as if she were trying to lengthen it. Lightly twisting her nipple brought out a gasp and her hand tightened around my bloated head. I was fully hard as Mom stroked her hand up and down my steel-hard prick.
Mom’s hot breaths washed over my prick. How close was she? Her hands were caressing my balls and cock at the same time. “Wow, it’s a good thing we got you hard. It’s different and much bigger than I imagined. There’s no way we’re going to lose.”
With a final squeeze of my flared, fat head, she pulled back and yanked my hand off her breast. Feeling my robe cover me, I took off my blindfold. Her face was flushed and not from embarrassment. She was turned on from handling her son’s cock. As it was close to departure time, we quickly retreated to our rooms to get ready.
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