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This Mother's Solution Ch. 1
The fire is ignited, an autobiographical account.
The format of this story is unlike most literotica works of fiction because it is autobiographical. It is my description of one facet of the relationship I have with my son, the most pertinent part having taken place in a little over a year's ti.
One of the things that I agree with Tom Cruise and his Scientology friends about is their contention that psychiatry is a questionable science. However, there is one aspect of psychiatric practice that I believe has so rit and that involves patients telling their doctors about past occurrences that trouble them or, alternatively, things in their life that they think about compulsively. Usually these things involve sothing that can't comfortably be discussed with a friend or acquaintance. So of the experiences I have had with my son fall in that category and for that reason I feel the need to tell soone about them. So, dear reader, to help do that, for a short while I am asking you to be my substitute psychiatrist. Since people who frequent this web site are expecting what they read to have highly charged sexual content, I have made an effort to include as much of that type of thing as I can rember.
I'm sure that by now most of you are assuming that during the period I ntioned, my son and I had an incestuous relationship. While according to a clinical definition that may be true, it's probably not true in exactly the way you would expect. What happened between us is different from any of the stories I have read here but then again, since I haven't read them all, it's possible that what I'm about to tell you is not as unique as I think it is. It's possible but not likely.
I should also say sothing about the quotations I have included. Much of the following dialog I rember almost word for word. Other conversations I can only recall in bits and pieces and for a small percentage, I can't rember the words we used at all. Those parts have been created using my best effort to co up with what we most likely would have talked about. In all of these quotations, the substance is as accurate as I can make it..
For this article, I have decided to call myself Ellen. My son, who I will refer to as David, is my only child. After the youngest part of his childhood, he was raised according to the terms of a joint custody agreent between his father Jim (a fictitious na also) and I who divorced after 11 years of marriage. With variations having to do with weekends and vacations, the basic legal arrangent was that David lived with during the months of the year when school was in session and he stayed with his father sumrs. After David reached 18 years of age, he could have lived where ever he wanted but for a while he decided to continue staying with while he worked and attended a local community college.
Financially speaking, both mine and my ex-husband's households have always been relatively secure. For many years I have worked as a graphic arts designer for the local branch of a large advertising firm and Jim has been employed as an executive in the banking business. Jim remarried a few months after our divorce but in my case it was many years later. In the interim I dated occasionally but for a long ti I didn't have any interest in remarrying.
My son David, who is 20 years old as this is being written, has always been athletically inclined and has a very muscular build. He is 6' 4" tall, has dark brown wavy hair that he keeps fairly short and blue-green eyes. He weighs approximately 215 pounds. He played several sports in high school and won letters in both basketball and baseball. As his mother, obviously my opinions are biased but I've always thought of him as being very handso.
As for myself, presently I am 41. It's hard to be objective about yourself but I think most people would say that I'm moderately attractive. I'm 5' 7" tall and my hips are proportionally sowhat smaller than my bust. My asurents are 34-24-32 and I try to keep my weight under 130 pounds. My eyes are the sa color as David's. When I was in high school, I was elected to three 'courts' but I wasn't lucky enough to have won any of them. Since then I have kept myself reasonably fit by always belonging to a health club. My best features are probably my face, which fortunately keeps looking several years younger than I am, and my auburn colored hair, which I've always kept longer than shoulder length. Friends have told that I sowhat resemble the actress Jill Clayburgh.
As a final note before I begin this, let say that in order to conform with literotica's submission guidelines, I have changed certain details. However, those alterations don't affect anything that follows in a material way.
This all started one day at work when I took to feeling ill. As it happened, there was nothing much work related to do anyway so I decided to go ho at lunch ti and take the rest of the day off. When I walked in the door of our house, I could hear music blaring upstairs which told that David was ho too. Thinking that his dad had picked him up and driven them to an out-of-town baseball ga that day, I went up to his room to ask him what was going on. When I got to the door of his bedroom, which was half open, what I saw caused to freeze in place.
David was lying on top of his bed, totally naked, masturbating.
What's more, the circumstances surrounding what he was doing were even more surprising, sothing that didn't register with until a short ti later when the details of what I was seeing had a chance to sink in. He was lying with his head at the foot of the bed, so his eyes were directed away from where I was standing. The reason that he was in that position is that he was looking at a picture he had propped up on the headboard, just above his feet. The combination of his looking in that direction, plus the loudness of his stereo, ant that he didn't know I was there. As soon as I realized this, I backed away as quickly and as quietly as I could, turned around and tiptoed back downstairs. After thinking about it for no more than a few seconds, I left the house, got back in my car and drove away.
I was in a ntal fog and I cruised around aimlessly. Eventually I ended up at the local equivalent of a Starbucks coffee shop. I spent much of the afternoon there, thinking about what I'd seen. Even though I'd never witnessed anything like that before, either with David or anyone else, I knew it was not unusual. Young boys do that kind of thing. That wasn't what was bothering . The astonishing part was that I recognized the picture he was looking at while he was pleasuring himself. The reason I recognized it was that it was a picture of !
I was familiar with this particular photograph because it was one of several that my ex-husband Jim had taken of when we were first married. For as long as I've known Jim, he has been an amateur photographer and back then, aside from whatever other kinds of photography he did, he liked to make nude and semi-nude portraits of . All of his photographs, many of which he printed in black and white and enlarged to 8" by 10" or bigger, were stored in cardboard boxes in the attic of our house. I assud that when we divorced he had taken them all with him but apparently he hadn't. Upon reflection, it's logical to assu that he wouldn't have wanted to have nude photos of his first wife lying around for a girlfriend or future wife to stumble across.
Apparently, one day without my knowledge, David snooped around in the attic and found the boxes of photographs in question. It's not hard to guess why he extracted the particular print he brought down to his room. In it I am on my hands and knees with the cara pointed at from a slightly elevated position. My head is tilted up so that my face is visible and I'm looking directly into the cara. My breasts are hanging down so that they appear to be sowhat larger than they would if I were sitting or standing up. Even though I'm totally nude, because of the lighting the picture doesn't show any visible detail below my waist. Of all of these photos that I rember, this was one of the sexier ones. On the surface, David's attraction to it was not hard to figure out. What was hard to figure out was why David would be sexually stimulated by a nude photograph of his mother. I would have thought he would have regarded it as sothing of a curiosity and put it back where he found it.
Alternatively, he could have chosen a picture of any sweet, young thing he wanted, with or without her clothes on, made a copy on his printer and put that up on his headboard instead. The internet is full of them and no one has ever restricted the web sites he can access. Instead, he chose a photograph of . I was dumbfounded.
I thought about it for quite a while that day but I ca to no conclusions. I was so discombobulated by what I had seen that whatever was making feel under the weather earlier that day completely vanished. After I left the coffee shop, I drove around in my car so more and eventually drove ho. I arrived at about the sa ti I would have, had I left from work. When I saw David, he told that the trip to the baseball ga had been cancelled because his father couldn't go. Supposedly Jim had so last minute ergency at work. I said nothing about what I had seen and outwardly, for the next few weeks, life went on pretty much the sa way it always had. Inwardly, of course, nothing was the sa.
I started looking at David in a whole different light. There is sothing about knowing that soone is sexually attracted to you, regardless of your relationship to that person, that changes everything. I couldn't get it out of my mind, going over and over again what I had seen him doing. After several days I began to think about David and I having so sort of sexual relationship. At night, lying in bed before going to sleep, I even started having the sa kind of thoughts about him that he had apparently been having about and I started doing the girl version of what he had been doing when I walked in on him. All sorts of wild sexual escapades between the two of us played through my mind. In the most obvious fantasy, of course, I replayed coming to his room the day I ca ho from work. This ti, instead of turning away, I imagined 'surrendering myself to his desires', as they would say on a soap opera. Sohow, in my fantasy I wasn't wearing any panties so I pictured lifting up my skirt, straddling his body and lowering myself on his erection, all with his eager participation of course.
Probably my most frequently repeated fantasy involved the two of us going for a long hike in the woods. (The guys reading this probably won't find this one very stimulating but to , it was always very erotic.) At one point while we are walking, we leave the trail looking for a viewpoint and happen upon an idyllic clearing, a place where no one would likely ever see us. After resting for a while, we decide to take off our clothes and bask in the warm afternoon sunshine. David undresses slowly and lovingly and I do the sa to him. We lie in the tall wild grass kissing and touching each other, getting closer and closer to making love but we never quite get there before these thoughts give my orgasm.
In the light of the next day, I realized that this kind of thinking was ridiculous and I knew that I could never allow that kind of thing to happen. Normal mothers just don't do that with their sons. Nevertheless, I even started having daydreams about David while I was at work. I took to going to the won's room once or twice a day and relieving my sexual tensions while sitting in one of the stalls. I was wet all the ti. It got so bad that I had to use panty liners to avoid the embarrassing possibility of sothing showing through.
After a few weeks like this, I realized that this preoccupation of mine just wasn't going to go away. In fact, if anything my erotic preoccupations was getting more frequent, more intense and more consuming. Certainly, we could never have actual sex but maybe there was so other solution to my problem. It can't have been more than a day or two later that I finally figured out what I would do.
One morning at breakfast I did the emotional equivalent of hitting David with a sledge hamr. As casually as if I was talking about the weather, I dropped my little bomb shell.
"Oh, by the way, David sweetheart, there's sothing I've been aning to talk to you about."
"Yeah. . . what's that?"
"Rember that day a few weeks ago, when you and your dad were going to that baseball ga. . . the one he backed out of?"
"Yeah."
"Well, you probably don't realize it but I ca ho around lunch ti," I inford him.
"Really? You must not have stayed very long because I seem to rember you getting here at the sa ti you usually do."
"The reason I didn't stay at noon was that I ca up to your room to talk to you and by accident I saw what you were doing."
"What I was doing? What do you an, what I was doing?"
"You know. . . playing with yourself." Instantly, I saw his face turn red, very red in fact.
"A . . jeeeze mom," and then he beca speechless.
I let him suffer for a while and then I said, "There's nothing wrong with that, honey. It's perfectly normal. But what has puzzled is that I also saw the picture you were looking at."
"Oh my God," he stamred back to and buried his face in his hands.
"Is there anything you want to tell about that?" I asked but he made no reply.
"Well then, let say sothing. I know that you're probably thinking I'm pretty mad at you about that. And for a while, I was. Now that I've had a chance to think about it, though, I've changed my mind and actually I'm very complinted."
"You're kidding."
"No, really," I assured him. I waited for a while for him to say sothing more but he remained silent so I continued.
"Here's the thing: if you ever get the urge to look at the next ti you're doing that, don't feel like you have to drag out one of your dad's old pictures. All you have to do is ask and I'll be happy to take off my top and let you look at in person." I was hoping that he would look up and talk to but he didn't. He was still flushed and embarrassed.
"If you ever feel like talking about this, let know," I said and I got up from the table and left the room, leaving David to regain his composure as best he could.
I didn't see him again until that evening and, even though nothing more was said about it, there was an obvious tension in the air. Our conversations were clipped and infrequent. I was dying to have him say sothing but I decided to let him be the one to bring it up, if he ever wanted to. I didn't want to force anything. I was secretly hoping that he would take up on my offer but I had no idea if he would.
One day passed and nothing was said. Two days. Three days. I had just about given up and resigned to myself that the issue was dead when late one evening, while we were watching TV, totally out of the blue he said sothing.
"So, were you kidding the other morning when you said I could look at your. . .?" he asked, indicating my breasts by holding his cupped hands in front of his chest and moving them up and down slightly.
(In retrospect I rember that he was watching TV with this big decorator pillow on his lap. I noticed this because I didn't rember him ever doing that before. My guess is that he wasn't focused on the program we were watching. Instead he was working up the courage to ask his question and he was, shall we say, suitably enlarged, sothing that would have been very humiliating to him had I noticed that and then turned him down.)
After a big pause I looked at him and I could see that he was squirming slightly with his eyes darting around, looking very nervous. I gave him my biggest smile and replied, "No, David, I wasn't kidding. Is that what you want?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
It felt like my heart was rising up in my throat and I had trouble making myself talk. I'm sure my pulse rate must have doubled.
"OK then. . . when would you like this to happen?" I asked.
"How bout right now?"
"That's fine with ," I said, "Why don't you give a few minutes and I'll et you in your room," and I went off to fix myself up.
By the ti I got to my bedroom I was extrely agitated. I was breathing rapidly as if I had been running in a race. I kept telling myself that this was what I wanted. I was going to get to watch David do it to himself. I couldn't believe my good fortune. Sohow seeing him do that had beco of montous importance to . I felt like I'd just won the lottery. I tried to focus on how I should dress but I couldn't seem to focus on anything. My mouth was dry and I couldn't make myself swallow.
I suppose I could have gone to him wearing what I already had on but I thought I should make myself a little more enticing so I started by combing my hair and putting on a touch of eyeliner. I applied a hint of this very pale lipstick that I use once in a while, trying to make it almost unnoticeable. I wanted to be as attractive to David as possible without being obvious. I kept on most of my underclothes but I took off my bra and put on this fluffy, white bathrobe I have. That was the sexiest way to dress for him I could think of.
When I got to his room, I tapped on the door and let myself in. I could see that he had gotten into bed. I couldn't tell if he still had any of his clothes on because the covers were pulled up so that only his head was sticking out. What he had been wearing was nowhere to be seen. His knees were bent up off the bed and the bedding was stretched between there and his chin.
"That looks real cozy," I said, "How co you're under the blankets?"
"I don't know. . . I just feel more comfortable doing it here."
I tried not to show it but I was crushed. More than anything I had counted on him being out in the open and now I was finding out that he didn't want to do it like that. It felt like we hadn't agreed on the sa thing. On the chance I could get him to change his mind, I tried to prod him a little.
"You seed to feel perfectly comfortable without any covers the last ti I saw you doing it."
"Yeah, but I didn't know you were there."
"OK. . . well. . . if you're going to hide under there, I don't think I should open my robe either."
"Oh co on. . . you promised you would. . . that's not fair. I never said how I'd do it, did I?"
"Didn't you? Well . . . now that I think about it, I guess you didn't. . . I just assud you'd do it the way I saw you."
While I tried to figure out what I should do, I could see that David was looking at intently. His eyebrows were raised and he had a kind of smirk on his face like he was a little kid hoping that I would buy him a toy. Not wanting to disappoint him, I decided to go ahead and give him what he was hoping for.
"OK, I don't want to go back on my word so. . . are you ready?"
"Yes"
"Are you playing with yourself?" I asked and he nodded.
"Are you sure? I can't tell if you're doing anything." The way he was hidden made it impossible to tell what was going on underneath the covers.
"Well, I am," he said and as he spoke he lowered his knees. The fluffy comforter on top of his bedding made his motions indistinct but I could see so movent over his middle anyway.
"OK then," I said.
I loosened the tie on my robe and looking down as I did it, carefully opened the top a little ways so I was showing a lot of cleavage.
"I'll bet you like looking down girl's dresses, don't you."
"Uh huh."
"Is this what you like to see?" I asked as I bent over.
I wasn't hanging out completely but I must have been pretty close to it. I could see that the bedding was moving slightly more than it had been. It suddenly hit that I was getting ready to expose myself to my son and my head started buzzing. I felt like I was in another world. There have been various tis in my life when I've been sexually excited and this was definitely one of those. I was entering into uncharted erotic territory even though I would not get to see much of anything and there was no possibility that anyone was going to so much as touch . I could talk and understand things but my physical person didn't seem to be taking part.
"What'd ya think, sweetheart. . . should I take this all the way off?" I teased him.
"Yes, definitely."
Without saying anything more, I rose up straight, opened my robe the rest of the way, shrugged it off my shoulders and let the loose part fall down around my waist. The bathrobe still covered from there on down, held in place by the tie. David didn't say anything and just stared at . There was nothing covering my breasts anymore. I could see that my nipples were sticking out. Way out. It's like I was looking at soone else's body. I cupped my hands under my breasts and held them up slightly making them protrude a little. I was putting them on display for David. Once in a while I would glide my fingers over the nipples to make sure they remained standing at attention.
I could see the little bumps under the covers happening more frequently now. Suddenly, I felt very uncomfortable because I didn't know what was supposed to happen next. I didn't know if he was going to say or do sothing or if I was supposed to say or do sothing. Fortunately my discomfort was short lived because his teeth clamped over his lower lip, his eyes narrowed a bit, he exhaled in a few short breaths and the movent under the covers stopped.
My guess was he had cum.
Confirmation ca shortly when he looked away from for the first ti since I'd been there. Not wanting to cause him any embarrassnt by his having to ask to leave so that he could clean up in private, I said sothing like, "I guess that's it then," and pulled my robe back up. Walking towards the door, I said good night to him.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself, honey. Have a good night's sleep."
Anticipating my arrival, I would imagine that David was well on his way to cumming before I even got to his room. That's why, after I got there, things didn't take as long as I thought they would. It's hard to be precise about the ti fra because everything I rember about it is sort of a blur. What I do recollect more precisely is what happened imdiately afterward. I was so turned on that I went back to my room, got into bed and did to myself exactly what David had just finished doing. No fantasies this ti, just replays of what I'd seen, so without the covers in the way.
In thinking about it afterwards, I had the feeling that I had stumbled my way into so kind of sexual heaven. Even though there was no lovemaking involved, that's the way it felt. It seed crazy that it should be my son doing this to but that's the way it was: crazy but wonderful.
At breakfast the next morning David brought up the obvious subject.
"Thanks for the show last night, mom. . . that was dynamite."
"Oh, so you liked that did you? Were you a bad boy under the covers? I asked him.
"Jeeeze mom, what a question. . . I guess so. . . yeah, I was."
"Is that better than doing it by yourself?"
"It sure is. . . way better. Can we do it again tonight?"
"Whoa. . . let's not get carried away here. If we ever do that again, you're going to have to co out from under the covers."
"A . . I knew you'd say that," he said.
"Are we clear on that? No misunderstandings this ti."
"Why is that anyway?" he asked, "what difference does it make to you?"
"It's hard to explain but right now I don't have much of a sex life. As of last night, you're it sweetie-pie. Besides, it's not like I'll be seeing anything I haven't seen already. Rember?"
"I know, but even so. . . it would be so. . . embarrassing. It would take all the fun out of it."
"Oh, I doubt that. I'll bet you'll like it even better."
"Nooooo way."
"Why don't you try it once and if it really turns you off. . . we'll talk about going back to the way you did it last night," I said.
David didn't give an answer and our conversation ended with him munching on his bacon and eggs.
The sa as before, days passed while David wrestled with the idea of doing such an intimate thing out in the open. This ti, however, I had more confidence that horniness would win out and sure enough, eventually it did. Also the sa as before, he wanted us to go to his room right after he brought the subject up. My excitent level was even higher because this ti I knew I was going to get to watch it all.
Things started out pretty much the sa way except there was a little more conversation beforehand. That's because David was still hoping he could wrangle his way into doing it without coming out from under the covers. So when I got there, once again only his head was showing. This ti, though, I knew he was naked because the clothes he had been wearing were piled by the side of his bed. All of them, under shorts and everything.
As I sat down in his overstuffed chair, I chided him. "Still hiding yourself, I see," and our banter about whether or not he should expose himself began.
Basically what it ca down to was, if he wanted to open my robe, first he had to take off the covers and after a while, he closed his eyes, tossed them aside and there he was. His erection was lying on his belly and he was partially covering it with one hand. Not being exactly inexperienced in these matters, I thought I was well prepared for what I was looking at but I wasn't. How should I put this tastefully?
He was huge!
I had only had sex with four n previously, two boyfriends before my husband, and one several months after our marriage ended. David's manhood was dramatically larger than any of theirs. Longer, bigger in diater, the whole nine yards. He was also larger in overall stature than any of these n, so I guess it's logical that those two things would go together. In any case, this physical characteristic of his made our next bit of conversation considerably easier.
I put my hand over my mouth and exclaid, "My God, David, you're so big! Co on now, take your hand away. I want to see you better," and hesitantly he did as I asked.
I probably would have given him this complint regardless of what size he was, just to boost his ego. Nevertheless, it was a lot easier to be convincing when what I was saying was absolutely true.
"I had no idea. . . you know, you're quite a bit bigger than your dad."
Later on I found out that this statent of mine made a huge impression on him. From what I've been told, sons are instinctively in so sort of unconscious sexual competition with their fathers. . . the old Oedipus thing, I suppose.
"Really?. . . Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. You know, girls like that. You're going to make so young lady very happy so day."
I went on to praise him with as many similar thoughts as I could think of. He didn't seem to be in any hurry to start touching himself but he didn't seem to be getting softer either. Obviously I didn't want that to happen, so without being too explicit, I tried to think of sothing to encourage him along.
"Listen David, you might find this hard to believe but this is going to be a real education for . I've never seen a man do it to himself." In point of fact, I wasn't making this up. I never had, not even once.
"I don't even know how you do it exactly," I went on. This last part was a little bit of a fib because once I had seen a man doing it in a porno flick but he didn't do it to completion. Specifically, I had never seen anyone do it to themselves in person. My husband had never done it in front of and none of my boyfriends had either.
"Co on," David said, "that's impossible."
"No, really. When n want to have sex, there's other things they want to do, as I'm sure you well know. Playing with themselves isn't one of them. People do that in private," there was a big pause and then I said, "Why don't you stand it up for . I want to see how tall it is."
Without any hesitation he did.
"Have you ever asured it, you know, how many inches?" I asked.
"Seven and three quarters," he answered, once again without any hesitation.
"I have no idea what size your dad is but I'm sure it's less than that. How co you know the asurent?"
"One ti when and the guys stayed overnight at Pete's, we got out a ruler and asured 'em. "
"Really. . . so that's the kind of thing you boys do, huh. Were you the biggest?"
"Yep. . . Brian was close but I was a teeny bit longer."
"How do you make yourselves. . . you know, big like that with all those other boys around?" I asked.
"Peter had a video. . . I think he found it in his dad's stuff. Screwing and. . . you know, that kind of stuff."
"Could I have done that for you boys, do you think?" I asked, playing with the belt on my robe.
"Oooooh yeah. Brian says you're hot. He even said he wouldn't mind having sex with you."
"Oh really. . . he said that did he. Has he ever had sex with anyone?"
I took this as my cue to begin opening my robe. I made it last as long as possible, first undoing the tie and letting the sides hang slightly apart.
"I don't think so. . . not that I know of." he answered.
I slid my hand in the opening and moved my palm over one nipple making sure it was erect. David could see the back of my hand moving the robe but he couldn't see any more than that.
"Co on sweetie," I encouraged him, "it's ti for you to be a bad boy. . . just like last night
Very hesitantly, almost in slow motion, he put four fingers on the underside of his cock, his thumb on the other and began to move his hand back and forth. Once he got going, he didn't seem to be having any trouble proceeding. I was srized. I hoped he would erupt eventually but I had absolutely no idea what that would look like or when it would happen.
"You're very sexy, sweetheart. You're turning on sothing fierce," I said and I moved my arm so that the robe fell the rest of the way open. I squeezed my nipple between my thumb and forefinger, sending small jolts through my body.
"I'm getting pretty turned on myself," he replied.
We didn't say anything for quite so ti and I sat there watching him stroke his penis. A few tis he looked away and increased the speed but he always looked right back.
"Don't hold back, honey. I want to see you make it cum. Can you do that for ?"
"I think so."
"Do you make a lot of it?" I asked.
"Yep. . . pretty soon," his hand was moving very rapidly now.
"Is it OK for to watch it happen?"
"Uh huh."
I can't rember exactly what else I said to him but it was more things like that. Then without any warning his eyes widened, he switched from looking at my chest to looking at what he was doing and that was it:
He was holding himself straight up and down and in one big spurt his cum shot at least 2 feet in the air! Words aren't adequate to describe how seeing that made feel. I had no idea sothing that dramatic was even possible. It felt like I'd gotten an electric shock.
And, of course, that wasn't the end of it. He kept pumping and pumping and more kept coming out. There were at least 3 or 4 more spurts, each one a little smaller than the last with a second or so in between. When he was done, his cum was all over everything, mostly on his hand and his body but so on the bed and even one glob on the carpet. This was way beyond being an education for . It was a whole new life experience.
"That was soooo beautiful David. Thank you, thank you, thank you for letting see it."
Contrary to his earlier reservations, he didn't seem to be at all bothered by my having seen what he had just done. In fact, just as I had predicted to him, he seed to relish it. I covered myself back up, went to the linen closet in the hall and got him a hand towel to clean up with. When I ca back and handed it to him, he had a huge grin on his face. Obviously, he was feeling very masculine. I should have stayed and helped him but I was desperately anxious to get to my room so I could jump in bed and do you-know-what.
The next morning at breakfast we picked up our conversation right where we'd left off the night before.
"That was quite a performance you put on last night, David."
"Thanks. I assu that's a complint."
"It certainly is. I'm sure you're going to want to do it again soti so let save you the trouble of asking. I think I liked it almost as much as you did so whenever you want, just say the word."
"How bout tonight?"
"OK, but listen, there's sothing you've got to explain to . Considering the, uhhh. . . ss that got all over everything, how co nothing like that happened that first ti, when you were under the covers? I an, you didn't put a bunch of stuff in the wash or anything so where did it all go?"
Before I even finished asking, David was giggling. "You know," he said, "I don't have to have my thing (David's quaint term for his cock and the one he always used when talking to ) pointed up like that when it. . . you know. . . cos out. I can point it down towards my chest and then my stuff stays more in one place. . . like mostly on ."
"Oh, I see. You'll have to show that soti. I had no idea you could make it go where you want. Does it always go that high when you send it up in the air?" I asked.
"I guess so. I've never done it that much because, like you said, it makes a ss when you do it that way."
"So, how co you did it that way last night?"
"No reason. Just got carried away I guess. By the way," he continued, "you were right. . . I didn't mind taking the covers off. You know what would be fun too, if you took your bathrobe all the way off."
"Hold on there young man. . . that's not going to happen. What I showed you last night is all you get."
"Aww . . why not? You get to see all of . Why shouldn't I get to see all of you?"
"There have to be so limits, you know, and that's one of them. I'm your mother not your girlfriend. If you're not happy about that, we can call this off altogether. You could always look on the internet or sothing cause it's not going to happen with ."
"OK, OK," he said, "don't get stead. I just thought it wouldn't hurt to ask."
"Just be happy with what you've got."
Just as I expected, we had a repeat performance that night, the next night and for several consecutive nights afterwards. Being the young man that he was, he never wanted to skip a night.
During our first encounters my nipples would be maximally enlarged long before I got to David's room. The anticipation of what was about to happen always had aroused. However, after a few of our get-togethers, my nipples started telling that they required a bit more stimulus before they were willing to put on their little show. All it took to get them to perform was a touch from my fingers, once I had opened my bathrobe, and up they'd stand, looking like miniature fire hydrants. Of course David noticed this and was fascinated.
The third or fourth ti he saw brush them to life he asked about it.
"That's really neat. Would they stick out like that if I touched them?"
"I'm sure they would."
"So, could I do it soti?"
"Well, that's a possibility. Let think about it," I replied.
I didn't want to have him believe that I was willing to automatically agree to any idea he ca up with so I put off giving him an answer. If I let him do this, it would be the first ti we had physical contact during one of our sessions. Of course I was inclined to let him do it because it would be kind of like putting frosting on my cake. I knew that letting him touch there would be very stimulating to and obviously he would really get a charge out of it himself. If ever there was a heterosexual male who wasn't interested in fiddling with a girl's boobs, I've never t him.
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