I watched as he moved his hand, ever-so-slowly, up & down—up & down—up & down. I got the impression he was more teasing himself than jerking off. God knows what was going through his mind.

I stood there tingling all over. I felt like I have a fever; a very high fever. I literally couldn’t have pulled my eyes away if I’d wanted to―And I didn’t want to.

Had our entire church congregation come barging into Brian’s small room to save me from my sins, I would have weaved my way through the crowd to watch what Brian was doing. Avoiding Pastor John as best as possible of course.

It was so erotic, exciting. I felt a deep longing inside. I hadn’t felt anything this intense since……I couldn’t remember when. Watching my son masturbate — Him knowing I was there in the room — was the most exhilarating thing I’d ever experienced. I should have been ashamed of myself, I’m his mother, but I was so… …so… …turned on by it all.

Little by little I moved closer; a few feet from his bedside. The fact that his Mom was watching certainly didn’t deter him. {Assuming he’d realized I was even there} It seemed to be quite the opposite. He was hard; very hard. On the very tip of his incredibly swollen penis, I could see droplets of clear pre-cum that had started to leak and dribble down the few fat inches of meat above his hand. The head of his dick was red. Dark red. Dark red and the size of a ripe plum. The first few inches of the shaft was red, fading to a light pink that disappeared under his fingers.

I moved even closer. I had to stop myself from reaching out. I wasn’t sure what would happen if I were to touch him. I didn’t want to ruin it. I didn’t want this… …dream… …to end abruptly―Badly. I didn’t want it to end at all. I loved the way I felt standing there, so close, watching. I was alive.

I glanced up to find Brian’s eyes were open and he was watching me. My stomach dropped and rolled. My throat tightened. It was quite the ride. I gave him a shaky smile. He must have seen the turmoil I was in; I suppose I was pretty transparent just standing there like that. It was hard to try and hide what I was feeling. I wasn’t really sure I wanted to try.

I must have looked pretty bad; he stopped masturbating and asked me if I was OK. My heart stopped. I told him I was, shaking my head, tiny little nods up and down. Like a little kid does when asked if they want ice cream. I don’t think my eyes ever left his pudgy cock.

I watched as his fingers slide down to the base of his fat dick. He circled his cock—As best he could— with just his index finger and his thumb. Then he slid his fingers all the way to the very tip of his hard dick…and then let them slide all the way back down again, very slowly. He did this a few more times. I knew he was doing this for me. My sweet boy was putting on a show for me. I had told him I liked to watch. . . . . .And he was letting me do just that. Whether he knew it or not, he was teasing me. I swallowed hard as he tilted it to one side… …Towards the edge of the bed… …Towards ME.

“Oh my god!” I thought. I sucked in a deep breath. My stomach was filled with butterflies and my mouth was desert dry. It looked as though he was ‘offering’ it to me. Then, from far away, I heard a low, alluring whisper— “Is this what you wanted to see Mom?”

I could only shake my head again. Somewhere along the line my son had gone from shy little boy to exhibitionist.

“Do you want to touch it?” He asked me out right. “You can if you want to Mom.”

I did. I really did but I was afraid to say so. Through all this, I still had to fight off the shame.

“Ga- head.” I heard, just like he had whispered when I’d walked in on him earlier. I stared at it, couldn’t move. I tried to pretend that I didn’t understand what he meant, what he actually wanted, trying desperately not to cross that line, but the line was so blurry now. I couldn’t even be sure I’d actually heard him right. I was simply afraid. Afraid my son would know that I wanted to touch him. To…To…….

I wasn’t sure that I was ready for my son to know the things I thought about; the dreams, the things I’d considered doing this last year or so. Even thought he lay there now presenting me his oversized boy-hood, I was afraid of what he might think of me if I were to let this go any further.

“ Mom.” I heard him say. It sounded like we were in a giant empty can. And the way my legs felt, that can was being tossed around by a rough sea. The sound of his voice echoed in my head.

“Yyyyyeah. . .” I answered without taking my eyes off his dick.

“Ga-head…” He says again. Hopeful ― Encouraging ― Persistent.

I stepped closer, my eyes glued to his offering. I slowly sat down on the edge of his bed; my eyes locked on his big, fat cock as he waged it like a stick for an excited puppy. I was floating, in awe of everything that was happening. I just looked at it for a few long seconds; wondering what had come over me, what had come over us. I bit my lip softly anticipating what it would feel like in my hand; even what something that thick would feel like inside me. While I struggled with the thoughts going through my head and the desire that was quickly overcoming me, I saw my own hand reaching out for him. For the tiniest second, I thought it was someone else’s hand. I couldn’t seem to help it.

We both gasped as my fingertips touched the slippery head. I jerked my hand back as if it was too hot to touch. I shot a wide-eyed look at Brian as if something unexplainable had just happened and I wondered if he’d seen it too.

“It’s OK.” Brian tried to coax me on.

I looked up into his eyes, confused, unsure. I wanted to. I truly did, “But…”

I suppose he read the pleading in my eyes.

“Mom, it’s OK… …Ga-head… …do it… …Touch it…No one will know.”

“No one will know”, I repeated in my head. The words made me feel…

Naughty… Wicked … Excited!
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