Obsession - Sex Stories

Obsession

... pick up the clothes and leave as he struggled to pull his pajama bottoms up. I gathered the clothes and stood up just as he swung his feet to the floor and dropped his hands into his lap attempting to hide the bulge. Good luck there. “I was just. . .I came in to get. . . .I thought you’d be. . . .” I stuttered and mumbled nervously as I tried to apologize. He looked up at me. The embarrassment poured into his face and I could see the humiliation in his eyes. I felt so bad for him. I instinctively took a step toward him to comfort him. “It’s OK. . .” I told him. As I stepped closer, Brian pulled back a little, forcing his gaze to the floor, unable to look at me. I took a deep breath. “It’s no big deal Brian.” I blurted out, trying to sound lighthearted and nonchalont. “All guys do it. Your uncle Jimmy did it all the time, excessively.” I told him trying to make light of it all. { I recalled that when I’d walked in on my b*****r doing it, he’d had the opposite reaction. He had actually asked me if I wanted to watch him. I was 13. I told him I did and stood there beside his bed and watched him bring himself to climax.} “Not in front of his mom.” He whispered and turned his gaze towards the window. I thought what he’d said was kinda funny and couldn’t help but giggle a little bit. “Well, yeah… …I guess he didn’t. But he seemed to have no problem doing it in front of me.” I told him. “You’re k**ding?” “No―I’m not.” I put my hand on his shoulder and rubbed it a little bit. “Your ...

... dad used to do it in front of me all the time too.” I confessed. He turned and looked at me kinda surprised. I shook my head, “He did.” I assured him. Brian sat there quiet and self-conscious. “I’m really sorry I came in Honey.” I whispered. {In hind-sight, I wasn’t sorry at all.} “I thought you’d be asl**p. I guess wishing you a Happy Birthday would seem kinda silly now, huh?” “Yeah, thanks for the big box of ‘Embarrassed’. Just my size too.” He tells me with a f***ed smile. It was nice to see that he still had his sense of humor. I smiled back. “Yeah, if your size is extra large, right?” I giggled kind of shocked I’d gone there. I couldn’t believe I’d said that to my own son. I meant to leave before I said anything else stupid but as I reached the door, I stopped and turned, “I’ll close the door so you can finish?” I said quietly with a light smile on my lips. “Yeah, right. Like I could do that NOW!”” I tried to make it seem like it was no big deal―An everyday thing. “Well, not to embarrass you any more than I already have, from the looks of it. . .” I nodded towards his lap. “. . .it’s kinda obvious that you need to finish.” I told. He looked into his lap and saw that his hands did little to hide the bulge. “MOM?” “What? It’s just that you looked like you were about to. . .‘You know’ . . .before I ruined it.” “Mom!” “What?” I couldn’t hold back my smile. For the second time that morning I had caught him off guard. He seemed truly surprised that I was this nonchalant about ...