Obsession – Chap 1 – Part 3

Incest story: Obsession – Chap 1 – Part 3

Author: APerv2

I saw Brian slide his fingers down as far as they would go on his stiff cock. His last three fingers draping over his ball sack, while his thumb and index finger held tight around the base; buried in his thin patch of pubic hair.

It took no more persuading.

I let my fingers touch him again. I made tiny circles through the slimy sweetness that escaped his overexcited cock. I let them slide partway down his thick shaft and then I closed my fingers around it. Even my long fingers couldn’t close all the way around. His cock was rigid and extremely hot to the touch. As hot as my pussy was at that point, I’m sure. I steel rod wrapped in a warm soft blanket. I automatically began to slide my hand up and down; slowly, lovingly. I started to jerk off my son.

“I can’t believe this!” I purred to the room.

I got more comfortable with what I was doing and started to pump my hand with a little more enthusiasm; feeling, squeezing, twisting my hand.

Brian moaned and pushed up into my hand as I settled into a slow, unhurried rhythm of stroking his dick.

“You really want me to do this, huh?” I asked realizing how stupid the question was but I felt I needed to hear him say it. I needed to feel like I wasn’t just doing this to satisfy my own depraved needs.

“God yeah Mom!”

It felt heavy and hard but soft and smooth at the same time. I was shocked. I was doing it. After all the time of wondering about my son’s dick… …Here I was with it in my hand. I had never felt anything quite like it before. Both of us watched as my hand slid up and down its pudgy length. Up…and then… down as I gave my son a hand-job.

“Jesus Brian!” I whispered. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I really can’t”

I not only couldn’t believe I was actually giving my son a hand job but I couldn’t really believe he’d encouraged me to.

I eased my way up further onto the bed, never letting go of him. I heard myself saying, in a shaky voice, something a Mom shouldn’t be saying to her 17-year-old son, “Spread your legs a little for me.” I whispered.

I clumsily climbed between his legs and quickly settled in. I sat back; my legs underneath me, watching my hand. Up & down—Up & down… Up & down—Up & down…, slowly but firmly; getting to know it, the shape of it, the feel, watching the drops of slippery pre-cum dribble out and down to my fingers.

I glanced up at Brian every few seconds as I masturbated him. He looked fascinated and mystified at the same time, happily conflicted. His eyes bounced back and forth between my hand and my face.

“You’re pretty.” He told me softly.

I blushed and smiles.

I think he was doing the same thing I was doing… He was confirming that this incredible pleasure was indeed being dispensed… …by his Mom, just as I was visually verifying that it was Brian, my son, who’s meaty dick I actually had in my hand. This realization seemed to intensify to whole thing.

“I can’t believe this either Mom.”

I glanced up at him, smiled nervously again and gave his cock a gentle squeeze.

“I know.” Up & down—Up & down… “I had no idea that…Well…I just had no idea.”

“It’s so thick.” I cooed. “So big and…” I softly trailed off, as if someone might hear me saying such things to my son.

I found myself wondering if he’d found a girl who would do this to him. I wondered if he’d found one that could handle it; knew what to do with it. I had never had anything that thick inside me and doubted there were too many 15 or 16-year-old school girls that would be able to handle something like this or even be willing to give it a try.

“So… …Have you ever……You know…” I whispered.

I felt like a little girl, like maybe I should just write him a note and have him circle “Yes” or “No”. He looked a little confused.

“Ever what?”

“Ever…Fucked anyone with this?” I blatantly asked. Up & down—Up & down… a tiny bit faster.

I think hearing me say that shocked us both. I felt Brian push up into my hand a little and groan.

“Mom!”

I felt his cock pulse and twitch in my hand. It felt like it got a little bit harder if that was possible. I captured some of the pre-cum oozing out with my thumb, and smeared it along his shaft as I stroked him.

“Have you?” I persisted as I slowly worked his dick.

“No.”

“Why not?” Up & down—Up & down…Twisting a little as I did it.

“She. . . . wouldn’t do it.” He told me as his eyes continued to bounce back and forth from my face to what I was doing to him.

“Jenny?”

“Um, huh.”

“How come?” I squeezed his fat dick a little tighter and softly turned my hand a little as it moved over my son’s cock. Up & down… Up & down…Around & Up & down. Pre-cum poured from his piss slit in a steady stream now. My hand slid easily over his thickness.

“She said it was too big.” He told me shyly.

“It IS big…” I whispered.

“Is it….TOO big.” he asked softly, surprising me a little with the question.

“For some people I guess.”

Then he shocked me even more.

“How ‘bout you? Is it too big for you?

Up & Down― Up & down― Up, I stopped for a second and gave it some thought.

“I don’t know.” I told him honesty; just above a whisper.

“I’ve never had anything this big in me.”

I was a little surprised that I was talking to him so freely but after all, I was giving him a hand-job so there was no real need for coyness now. I was feeling remarkably more comfortable with everything the more I stroked him.

I felt Brian push up into my hand more often now. A small growling sound came from deep in his chest every once-in-a-while.

“God that feels good Mom! Better than I’ve ever imagined.”

“You’ve imagined this?” I knew he had; that’s what he was doing when I’d walked in on him.

“Yeah, lots of times.” He told me boldly.

I liked that he was so forthcoming; more comfortable.

“Me giving you a hand-job?”

“Uh-huh.”

I was trying to get him to tell me if he had imagined me doing anything else but he didn’t grab for that ring.

I pushed Brian’s legs a little further apart with my knees and worked my way up as close to his beautiful cock as I could get. I leaned forward; bracing myself on one hand and hovered over him; looking straight down over his cock. I could see the true thickness of it now, its true girth. I leaned my head down bringing my face to within just a few inches of him. I could smell him. I felt him lift his ass up off the bed a tiny bit, almost bringing the tip of his dick right up to my lips.

I heard him whisper, “Ohmygod, yes!” in a voice so low I didn’t think I was meant to hear it.

{I assumed he figured he was about to get a blow job from his Mom. I wasn’t really intending on letting it go that far but then again, I had no intentions of giving my son a hand job when I woke up this morning either.}

I let some spit… {And there was plenty now. My mouth was watering.} I let some spit slip past my lips and cover the head of his dick. I slid my hand through it and started to spread it all over his cock along with his pre-cum. I felt his body tighten a little as he absorbed the feeling.

“I’m gunna get it nice and wet…” I whispered.

We both moaned when my hand started making that swishy, wet sound on his dick.

“Ummm, there we go.” I cooed under my breath and spit on it some more.

I leaned back on my legs again, working my hand a little faster now. I let the fingernails of my other hand trace a path up his thigh to the thin patch of pubic hair above his dick. It was so soft as I ran my fingernails through it. I brought my hand to rest on his hip. The muscles in his leg were hard and defined. My son was tense and in good shape.

I pumped it. Up & down— Up & down― Up & down…

I couldn’t believe how much I was getting into this. I let a little more spit cover the head of his cock and rubbed it in as we both watched.

Up & down— Up & down― Up & down.

“You’re so hard.” I stated the obvious as I watched my hand moving. His cock made my hand look small. I could feel it throbbing more now as I worked it. I couldn’t wait to see him cum.

I shouldn’t have been surprised at the amount of pleasure that I was getting from doing this to him. It had been a long, long time since I’d done this. I used to love to touch and feel his father’s dick. I did it a lot. Sitting on the couch watching TV, in the car, {It didn’t matter who was driving} under the table sometimes at restaurants, in his office a few times, even at my job once.

He had surprised me for lunch one day and I had surprised him with a blowjob in my office. It was fun and exciting… …But nothing like THIS. Those things were merely frowned upon by Society, what I was doing now was forbidden, immoral and just plain wrong.

“You like to watch too, don’t you?” I cooed softly.

He was up on his elbows watching every move I made. He shook his head and grunted. “Uh-huh.”

I was long past trying to suppress the feeling, trying to make moral sense of it all, trying to convince myself that I shouldn’t be doing this. It was wrong. I knew damned well it was wrong. I just didn’t seem to care.

“No one will know?” I kept telling myself. I let myself really enjoy what I was doing.

Playing with myself was the closest thing to a ‘sexual act’ that I’d done for some time. I was really feeling the desire now, the raw lust.

The fact that Brian was getting so much pleasure from it only motivated me more. It made me feel good to give him so much pleasure.

Brian was starting to have a hard time lying still. He became more vocal and more… …enthusiastic… …as he watched me.

“Oh God Mom! Jezz! This is awesome!” He mumbled while he squirmed around. “Are you going to stop?”

I looked at him. That seemed such an odd question. I had no idea what he meant.

“I mean, are you gunna do it ‘til I…’til I…”

“Until you cum?”

He shook his head; a series of little jerks of his head.

“You want me to, don’t you?”

“God yes!” He says to me.“This is what I was thinking about… …before… …when you…walked in…”

I smiled—Up & down—Up & down—Up & down… loving the way he felt in my hand, pleased with his honesty. The longer this went on, the more comfortable we both got; the better it was.