Obsession - Sex Stories

Obsession

... He told me boldly. I liked that he was so forthcoming; more comfortable. “Me giving you a hand-job?” “Uh-huh.” I was trying to get him to tell me if he had imagined me doing anything else but he didn’t grab for that ring. I pushed Brian’s legs a little further apart with my knees and worked my way up as close to his beautiful cock as I could get. I leaned forward; bracing myself on one hand and hovered over him; looking straight down over his cock. I could see the true thickness of it now, its true girth. I leaned my head down bringing my face to within just a few inches of him. I could smell him. I felt him lift his ass up off the bed a tiny bit, almost bringing the tip of his dick right up to my lips. I heard him whisper, “Ohmygod, yes!” in a voice so low I didn’t think I was meant to hear it. {I assumed he figured he was about to get a blow job from his Mom. I wasn’t really intending on letting it go that far but then again, I had no intentions of giving my son a hand job when I woke up this morning either.} I let some spit… {And there was plenty now. My mouth was watering.} I let some spit slip past my lips and cover the head of his dick. I slid my hand through it and started to spread it all over his cock along with his pre-cum. I felt his body tighten a little as he absorbed the feeling. “I’m gunna get it nice and wet…” I whispered. We both moaned when my hand started making that swishy, wet sound on his dick. “Ummm, there we go.” I cooed under my breath and spit on ...

... it some more. I leaned back on my legs again, working my hand a little faster now. I let the fingernails of my other hand trace a path up his thigh to the thin patch of pubic hair above his dick. It was so soft as I ran my fingernails through it. I brought my hand to rest on his hip. The muscles in his leg were hard and defined. My son was tense and in good shape. I pumped it. Up & down— Up & down― Up & down… I couldn’t believe how much I was getting into this. I let a little more spit cover the head of his cock and rubbed it in as we both watched. Up & down— Up & down― Up & down. “You’re so hard.” I stated the obvious as I watched my hand moving. His cock made my hand look small. I could feel it throbbing more now as I worked it. I couldn’t wait to see him cum. I shouldn’t have been surprised at the amount of pleasure that I was getting from doing this to him. It had been a long, long time since I’d done this. I used to love to touch and feel his father’s dick. I did it a lot. Sitting on the couch watching TV, in the car, {It didn’t matter who was driving} under the table sometimes at restaurants, in his office a few times, even at my job once. He had surprised me for lunch one day and I had surprised him with a blowjob in my office. It was fun and exciting… …But nothing like THIS. Those things were merely frowned upon by Society, what I was doing now was forbidden, immoral and just plain wrong. “You like to watch too, don’t you?” I cooed softly. He was up on his elbows ...