Two Mothers - Sex Stories

Two Mothers

... wouldn't listen. All he said was that he couldn't help himself. Well, he was just going to have to learn to ignore it, Patty thought suddenly. Impulsively she went to the hall closet, finding the key to Walter's bedroom door hanging on a nail. Determined and angry she went back to his room, knowing full well that she was about to catch her boy in the act. It wasn't normal for a boy to play with himself so much. Walter simply had to learn to control his sexual desires. Patty let herself into his room abruptly throwing the door open. Even with that, it took Walter a moment to notice that she'd come in. As she'd expected, he was lying on his back with his pants around his ankles. The youth's tongue wagged obscenely out of the corner of his mouth as he worked his fist feverishly, whipping his hand up and down his throbbing, straining cock. Patty watched intently. It was the first time she'd seen her son naked in years. She'd imagined that his penis would still be boyish, even though he was now almost full-grown now. Patty instantly saw that she was wrong. Walter's prick was huge. The long, thick cock-meat shaft rose at least eight inches. The cock knob was as big as a plum, bloated deep red and glistening with oozing cock cream. Instantly she felt a shameful new craving in her cunt. She had never imagined that seeing her son's stiff cock would send a stirring in her body. "All right, Walter. Stop it right now!" Walter raised his head and finally saw that his mother was with him ...

... in the room. He sighed, released his big cock and folded his hands behind his head. He made no effort to cover himself. The massive cock-shaft stayed erect, bucking and pulsing over his stomach. Patty sat beside her son, on the bed, trying not to stare at his cock. Self-consciousness overwhelmed her. She realized she was braless and that her nipples were stiffened against her shirt. "Can't I have some privacy?" Walter grumbled. "Since when did you start barging in on me when my door's locked?" "You know perfectly well I was knocking a moment ago. I think that's sufficient justification for using the key. Walter, you know this is something we need to talk about. All you ever do these days is masturbate. It's not normal. I mean it is normal, but not 10 times a day. You can't spend all your free time rubbing yourself." "I can't help it," Walter grinned. "It gets so hard that it hurts. I just rub it until it gets better. What's wrong with that?" "Don't you know any girls who could . . . help?" Patty blushed, stopping short of telling her son to find a girl to fuck. "A girl who could help you think clearly about these things?" "You mean like sex?" Walter's grin broadened. "Mom, I have sex with girls. I just like rubbing my cock a lot too. It feels good. Girls aren't always around when I need them." "You . . . you could at least pull up your pants when I'm talking to you. This is awkward." "Well, you're the one who broke in, Mom. I'm not going to stop. I told you that before! I've ...