Eighteen-year-old Cal felt like he was dreaming. Here he was masturbating in front of his own mother as she played with her fabulous DD tits and savored one of her beloved Marlboro Light 100s. The boy had been sure that his mother would be furious when he had surreptitiously squirted a load under the table just out of her sight. But after her initial shock, she had actually encouraged him to work out another load.
He had literally fantasized about situations like this, although never one in the kitchen before school. He knew that his second ejaculation would likely need more time than the first. But Judy had only given him the time it took her to smoke this last cigarette to get himself off. Still, considering the pretty brunette was now pinching and pulling on her nipples, he thought he might be able to break his personal speed record for a second orgasm.
For her part, the 42-year-old was experiencing a level of excitement and arousal long absent from her life. She could scarcely believe that she was entertaining her own son like this. But ever since she had accidentally walked in on him enjoying himself a couple months earlier, she couldn't get that image out of her mind and had masturbated several times to the memory. And her brain had constructed scenarios that went beyond Cal just stroking his cock in front of her...
Feeling emboldened by his brazen attention, Judy took a cheek-hollowing drag on her long, all-white cigarette and inhaled deeply, puffing her ample chest out even further, all while keeping her eyes on her son's face. The boy avoided her eyes, preferring to stare at what she was doing with her boobs. But he snuck a glance as she tilted her head upwards and blew out an elegant cone towards the ceiling. His right arm was still slowly moving under the kitchen table.
"So," she began tentatively, "have you fantasized about anything like this before?"
Cal swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry as the Sahara. "Yeah, I guess."
"About me?" she followed up, trying to act casual, but feeling far from it.
The high school senior reddened and looked out the window momentarily. "Yeah. Sorry."
The woman chuckled lightly. "Don't be sorry, sweetie. I think it's perfectly natural for a boy-- a young MAN-- to have a... thing for his mom. After all, we're the ones who raise and nurture you from the time you're babies."
The teen merely nodded in acknowledgment, uncomfortable with the frank direction the conversation had taken. His 7" penis began to deflate slightly at his discomfort.
Despite his sudden shyness and her concern about dampening his arousal, Judy decided to press the issue. "Honestly, I find it very flattering that you'd think about your ol' mom that way. It's been quite a while now since any man has thought about me... you know, like that."
As she trimmed the ash from her cigarette into the small ashtray, Cal turned to face her again, having picked up on the melancholy in her voice. "Well, then, I've flattered you a lot lately."
His mother's eyes widened, and a smile broke out on her face before she composed herself again, fighting a growing excitement. "Oh, really? So, like, how often you flatter me?" Subconsciously, she pinched her right nipple firmly, her right hand holding her smoldering cylinder up by her flushing face. She felt her neglected pussy tingling and oozing into her conservative white panties.
