Taking a deep breath, she walked into his room. “Mom…shit!” he gasped as he quickly pulled a sheet over his lap and tried to silence the passionate cries of some female on the Ipad.
“Tommy! We’ve had this talk…” she began, already mourning the fact that he had immediately covered that beautiful, hard cock.
“Mom, calm down,” he cried in great distress. “Shit, this is embarrassing!”
“What have I told you about watching that filth?” she spat angrily. “Do you know that is one of the things the marriage counselor warned us about?”
“Yes, Mom. Shit. I know. But you do realize that I’m not married, right?”
“Don’t you be a smart ass to me, young man!”
“Mom! I’m not trying to be a smart ass. You are the one who told me, because Dad would never talk to me about anything, that masturbation is normal. Shit, Mom. I didn’t know you were home.”
Jennifer realized that she might be over-reacting just a bit. She sat down on his bed, and patted his leg. “It is normal, Honey. Watching people have sex is not. We’ve talked about what it does to you psychologically,” she said calmly, although she was still shaking with lust. She realized, now, that she should have thought about this before confronting him.
“I promise that I don’t watch it much. I’m not gonna say I never do, but it’s not like a daily thing. This is embarrassing, Mom!”
“Honey, I was addicted to that stuff,” she told him frankly. “So was your father, and I really think that it led to him cheating on me. After watching that stuff, I just wasn’t exciting enough for him. Nothing was. Nothing could be. Do you get me?”
“Yes, Mom. That does make sense. But you didn’t cheat on him. Did you?” he asked, seeming on the verge of tears.
“No, Honey. I didn’t. My vows meant more to me than they did to him. But, I’ll tell you this much: I understood it because I could see what it was doing to me. I always, always, always forgave your father,” she told him as a tear coursed down her cheek.
“Mom! I can’t stand it when you cry. Please don’t!” he begged. “You know what? You’re way better looking than Dad. I always wondered why he was the one who…”
“Tommy, do you really think I haven’t been tempted?” she smiled through her tears. “Men hit on me all the time. That’s one reason I left the classroom and started teaching online. So many male teachers and administrators constantly hit on me. And, I was tempted. I wasn’t offended!”
“But you’re just a better person than Dad,” he declared.
“No. I am not. Don’t ever say that. Your dad is a good man, and he loves you very much. He has allowed himself to be defeated by his physical desires. And porn had something to do with it. I want you to know, although it’s a little embarrassing for me to tell you this, that I never denied your father anything…I never claimed to have a headache…”
“Overshare!” he laughed. “I love you, Mom. I admire you. Everyone admires you.”
“Stop, Honey. I’m nothing special. I don’t think that way.”
“Mom? Did you have sex before you were married? You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want.”
She nodded. “Yes, Honey. I did. I was taught to save myself, and I thought I would, but I didn’t.”
“Do you feel guilty about it now?” he asked, intently.
“No. Not a bit,” she smiled. “I probably should, but I don’t.”
“Well, there’s a reason I’m asking…”
“I assumed that, Honey. Just to be clear, I don’t condone it, but I want you to use protection. Okay? And please, don’t have casual sex. Sex is special. That’s another reason that porn is not good for you. Those people don’t mean anything to each other.”
“I’ve only done it with three girls. I do feel guilty and I worry that I will always feel that way because, I mean, I know it’s ideal to wait… And you’re right, I guess, about the porn. I just rationalize that doing it this way is better than having actual sex, when I’m not supposed to…I don’t know what I’m saying.”
She laughed. “I know exactly what you’re talking about. But I still advise you to stop watching it. Don’t compromise. I’m sorry for barging in on you, but we ended up having a good talk, didn’t we?”
“Yes. But it’s still embarrassing,” he smirked.
“Well, I don’t condone you having pre-marital sex, but the girls were pretty lucky!” she smiled, knowing that her words were ambiguous.
“Well, this is kinda sensitive, but they all complained about it,” he blurted.
“What? Why, Tommy?”
“Well,” he began, blushing. It hurt them,” he said, his face flushing a bright red. “I mean, not really hurt, I guess. They were just uncomfortable. Usually,” he chuckled.
“Oh. Well…I understand. Enough said.” She felt herself blush.
“This one girl liked it. I mean I’ve never been with anyone that enjoyed it so much… but it was just such an ‘ordeal’. That’s the word she used.”
She tried to keep from laughing, but snorted.
“Mom! It’s not funny,” he retorted as she broke out in a full-throated gale of laughter.
“No,” she laughed. “I’m sorry, Honey. It’s not funny.” She broke into another bout of laughter, but finally got control of herself. The look on Tommy’s face was priceless.
“What is so funny, Mom?” he demanded.
“It’s embarrassing,” she managed to say before laughing again. “Oh, Tommy, I just needed a good laugh. I’m not laughing at you. I just got started and I couldn’t stop.”
“Can you try to explain?”
“Well, Okay. When I came in here and saw your…wee wee…” she snorted again and broke into another fit of laughter.
“Mom! You’re giving me an inferiority complex!”
“Oh, Tommy. Quite the opposite. When I saw…it…the first thing that went through my mind was, ‘wow, some woman is going to be very satisfied!'”
Tommy smiled, nervously. “So…you’re kinda laughing at the irony? Is that it?”
“Exactly!” she smiled. “Here I was admiring you and then you tell me that she was unsatisfied, just the opposite of what I had been thinking.”
“Okay, since we’re having this awkward conversation, let me ask you this. Do most women want a big one?” He blushed again.
“I have no idea what most women want. Seriously. But, from what I have seen online I think it’s more of a visual thing than anything else. A man with a big one just seems move virile.”
“Well, I know that mine is bigger than anyone else’s when I shower at practice. I feel like a freak. Girls like it. But then, they complain about it. They would rather just look at it or play with it… Shit, Mom. I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but who else can I talk to?”
“You can tell me everything or anything. And, from what I saw, I am not surprised that you are the biggest in the shower. But you’re the opposite of a freak. That just means that you’re the most potent and virile man of them all! You inherited that from the Lancasters,” she told him frankly.
“Are you serious? How do you know?”
“Jackson’s my twin brother. We shared a bathroom. And my daddy would just pull it out to pee in the barn. He didn’t know I saw it, but I did.”
“And they were bigger than others you saw? Mom, how did we get to talking about this?”
“I have never seen any as big as either of them except in porn videos – and most in them are not that big. You get it honest, believe me.” Her curiosity had been piqued. She couldn’t shut up. “So you haven’t done it very many times?”
“Not many. But I’ve done…other stuff.”
“And did they like that? Did they complain about that?”
He chuckled. “No. They didn’t.”
“I totally understand,” she blurted. She could feel herself blushing. “I mean, I have to admit that I like the way big ones look – that’s one thing I miss about watching porn.” She was digging herself deeper into a hole. This was getting too uncomfortable. She could feel herself blushing.
“Well, you shoulda just come and looked at mine and you wouldn’t have had to watch porn,” he grinned. Seeing the look that came across his mother’s face, he said, “Mom, I’m kidding! Not funny, huh?”
“I hate that I interrupted you, Honey. But I don’t like you watching porn. I know I ruined the mood.”
“Well, you nearly made me shit myself, but after we got to talking about all this…the mood is back.”
“Oh, yeah? So now you’re going to be proud, instead of ashamed? Instead of turning your back and covering yourself up, let those boys see what you have. Let them be the ones who are ashamed!” she teased.
“I’m going to be proud, Mom…” he said as he drew the sheet back, revealing his fully engorged manhood.
Jennifer gasped. “Tommy, cover yourself up,” she stuttered, unable to take her eyes off her son’s erection.
“You said to be proud of it, Mom,” he grinned, sardonically.
“What are you doing, Tommy?” she gasped.
“Let’s be totally honest, okay, Mom? I’ve seen you peeking around the corner at me when I got out of the shower. I’m not suggesting that you have any motives, but I know you’re curious. Admit it.”
She swallowed and met his eyes. “It’s so beautiful, Son. Forgive me, please, but…”
“Touch it. I know you want to,” he told her.
“Tommy, this is wrong,” she whispered.
“Nobody will ever know, Mom. I want you to touch it.”
As if she had no choice, she reached forward and grasped his cock. It was a perfect replica of his real dad’s – Jackson’s! She gripped it and,expertly and gently, stroked her fist down it and into his pubic hair.
“Oh, Tommy, you’re so…MANLY! You are perfect, Honey.” Her eyes roamed over his hair-covered abdomen and his bare, muscular chest. Just like Jackson’s. Her pussy ached for him. Her mouth watered. Oh the things she could teach this man-child!
“Kiss it, Mom. Please? Nobody will ever know,” he urged her.
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