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Obsession

... could, hoping not to wake him. To my disbelief, Brian was stretched out on his bed with his pajama bottoms pushed down past his knees. I froze there, mid-step. His eyes were closed and I could hear him softly cooing, “Yeah, that’s it. Do it…” But my real attention was on what was in his hand. I stood there by the door in my running shorts and sports bra, an arm full of dirty clothes and my hand still on the doorknob and watched my son jerking himself off. He was so into what he was doing that he never even noticed me standing there. I was unable to move or say anything as I watched him masturbating. I knew I should leave but simply put, I didn’t want to. There was no doubt about what I was seeing this time. He was more than just ‘aroused’. There was no “Washburn Curse” going on here; that was for sure. He was hard now, really hard. Once again what stood out was the thickness of it. As I watched his hand moving up and down, it was easy to see that his fingers didn’t reach all the way around its’ thickness. He stroked it with one hand and it was easy to see that at least three inches of meat stuck out past the top of his hand and at least as much beneath it. “My God it’s huge...” I thought to myself, and it WAS; almost to the point of being freakish. I just stood there and watched as his hand moved up and down, up and down. I couldn’t look away. “That’s it…” He moaned. “Do it…” I had no idea how long I was standing there. I felt like I was in a dream. I hadn’t seen a whole lot ...

... of dicks in my life but I wasn’t a nun either. And outside of any magazines or the Inter-Net, I had never seen a dick that big, that fat on any man… …let alone a 17-year-old boy. {Not that I’ve seen a lot of 17-years-old’s dicks} I stood there totally amazed as my son started to squirm around and moan a little louder, still completely unaware that I was standing there less than ten feet away. When his hand started moving faster, it became clear to me that he wasn’t going to last much longer. I should have quietly shut the door and left. I should have been thinking about how embarrassed both of us would be if he were to catch me watching, how awkward it would be, but instead; the fact that I was going to actually watch my son cum seemed to govern my thought process. Oddly enough, all I could think of was how much cum would come out of such a fat dick. Then he moaned something that I would have never expected. It simply floored me. “Yeah Mom… …Ga-head…” He moaned as he jerked off. “Ga-head- do it.” “Oh my God!” I whispered―Out loud―and dropped the dirty clothes to the floor. Brian’s eyes sprang open and he quickly turned his head towards me. His hand had stopped pumping but it remained wrapped around his dick. When our eyes met, he looked as shocked as I was. I just stared at him, dumbfounded, speechless. “Mom!!!” He barked as he let go of his dick and scrambled for his pajama bottoms. “I’m… …I’m so sorry Brian!” I fluttered, just as embarrassed as he was. “I… …I…” I tried to ...