Obsession - Sex Stories

Obsession

... limb. “I asked him to do it.” I told him honestly. “You ASKED him to? But why?” “Wow!” I thought. I couldn’t believe it had come to this. I thought for a second, looking for the right approach. Realizing that I’d probably said too much already, I knew I shouldn’t be telling him this but I just blurted it out anyway. Sometimes I’m surprised that I walk around with enough sense to wipe my own ass. “I just liked to watch…” I softly told him and then turned shamefully to leave. I couldn’t believe I had actually confessed such a thing. I had said it out loud and it seemed to make him feel a little better at any rate. “Mom?” I stopped. I could feel my stomach flip as I turned around, “Yes Honey?” Then Brian said something that changed everything. “If you really want, you could just leave the door open.” He said. There was another long silence. However, this one was different. This one made me feel all tingly inside. It made me feel―Well―Like I was in high school again and Billy Henson was feeling me up under the bleachers. I was a bit stunned. A few minutes ago, I’d stumbled upon my son jerking off and now―Well―I wasn’t exactly sure what was happening. All I really knew was that I didn’t have to wonder about the size of my son’s dick anymore. It was huge and I had told my son something extremely personal. Before I could stop myself, I blurted out… “Are you saying what I think you’re saying Brian?” He smiled, “I don’t know. What do you THINK I’m saying Mom?” “I think you’re ...

... saying…” I felt my throat tighten. “…That I can watch if I want too.” If that wasn’t what he’d meant then I was making a big mistake. I wondered how this might change our relationship; whether he was saying what I thought…or not. “I guess…yeah, that’s what I’m saying.” His looked as unsure as I no doubt did. His face flushed with color. “You can…Watch…if you want.” He whispered, like someone might overhear. I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t prepared to just pull up a chair and tell him to go-head although had he suggested it, I would have. “I mean… … It’s no big deal, right?” He added quickly, struggling to sound casual. I shrugged my shoulders, “Everyone does it.” I agreed as if we were talking about people taking a shit. We looked at each other for I don’t know how long; maybe a second, maybe a minute, but I remember having a hard time breathing. I sighed, long and hard, “Alright then…” I was flustered at this turn of events. I nodded . “…I… …I guess I’ll just take these clothes down to the washer and……and throw them in the washer.” I didn’t even think to grab any of his dirty clothes. “Maybe I’ll come back up when I’m done.” The words were out and said before I felt my lips moving. I took one final glance at his crotch. At that point I guess I didn’t care if he saw me or not. The bulge was still very obvious and he no longer tried to hide it. In hind-sight, I think he had other things on his mind. I couldn’t help but feel a certain measure of resolve. I knew now without a doubt ...