Obsession - Sex Stories

Obsession

... same thing I was doing… He was confirming that this incredible pleasure was indeed being dispensed… …by his Mom, just as I was visually verifying that it was Brian, my son, who’s meaty dick I actually had in my hand. This realization seemed to intensify to whole thing. “I can’t believe this either Mom.” I glanced up at him, smiled nervously again and gave his cock a gentle squeeze. “I know.” Up & down—Up & down… “I had no idea that…Well…I just had no idea.” “It’s so thick.” I cooed. “So big and…” I softly trailed off, as if someone might hear me saying such things to my son. I found myself wondering if he’d found a girl who would do this to him. I wondered if he’d found one that could handle it; knew what to do with it. I had never had anything that thick inside me and doubted there were too many 15 or 16-year-old school girls that would be able to handle something like this or even be willing to give it a try. “So… …Have you ever……You know…” I whispered. I felt like a little girl, like maybe I should just write him a note and have him circle “Yes” or “No”. He looked a little confused. “Ever what?” “Ever…Fucked anyone with this?” I blatantly asked. Up & down—Up & down… a tiny bit faster. I think hearing me say that shocked us both. I felt Brian push up into my hand a little and groan. “Mom!” I felt his cock pulse and twitch in my hand. It felt like it got a little bit harder if that was possible. I captured some of the pre-cum oozing out with my thumb, and smeared it along ...

... his shaft as I stroked him. “Have you?” I persisted as I slowly worked his dick. “No.” “Why not?” Up & down—Up & down…Twisting a little as I did it. “She. . . . wouldn’t do it.” He told me as his eyes continued to bounce back and forth from my face to what I was doing to him. “Jenny?” “Um, huh.” “How come?” I squeezed his fat dick a little tighter and softly turned my hand a little as it moved over my son’s cock. Up & down… Up & down…Around & Up & down. Pre-cum poured from his piss slit in a steady stream now. My hand slid easily over his thickness. “She said it was too big.” He told me shyly. “It IS big…” I whispered. “Is it….TOO big.” he asked softly, surprising me a little with the question. “For some people I guess.” Then he shocked me even more. “How ‘bout you? Is it too big for you? Up & Down― Up & down― Up, I stopped for a second and gave it some thought. “I don’t know.” I told him honesty; just above a whisper. “I’ve never had anything this big in me.” I was a little surprised that I was talking to him so freely but after all, I was giving him a hand-job so there was no real need for coyness now. I was feeling remarkably more comfortable with everything the more I stroked him. I felt Brian push up into my hand more often now. A small growling sound came from deep in his chest every once-in-a-while. “God that feels good Mom! Better than I’ve ever imagined.” “You’ve imagined this?” I knew he had; that’s what he was doing when I’d walked in on him. “Yeah, lots of times.” ...