Obsession - Sex Stories

Obsession

... smile found the corner of my mouth. Holy shit! There was no denying it. I hadn’t felt like this in years and I missed the feeling. I was terribly aroused and I wanted badly to watch my son. I turned the corner and stepped into his room; quietly, my arms folded in front of me, gnawing on my lips completely conflicted. He was on his bed; completely naked, his legs slightly apart, his head turned towards me, but his eyes were closed. One hand rested on his thigh; his fingers diddling his balls and his other hand was moving slowly up and down over his dick. 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 k** does when asked if they want ice cream. I don’t think my eyes ever left his pudgy cock. I watched ...