Jacobson's Mom * Part 2 of 3
If my friends could see me now, they would lose their fucking minds. Like seriously, they'd probably try to check me into a mental institution, or at the very least start planning an intervention on my behalf, ha.
And honestly, I probably wouldn't blame them for reacting that way! I mean, last weekend was crazy enough, but it was literally my first night being separated from my husband, Greg. So I think it was totally natural and even somewhat expected, that I would act out and do something crazy. Now granted, fucking four freshman college boys in their dorm room is obviously pretty extreme, but I think you could easily chalk that adventure up to being some sort of a one-off coming out party. You know, like I was just making up for lost time.
But this situation I'm in right now? Woah, this is a lot harder to explain, and I think a lot more embarrassing to have to admit to, if for some reason my friends were to ever find out about it. Not only am I seducing another innocent 18-year-old boy, but this time it's in my own house, and of course he's also a virgin, and oh by the way, we're going to roleplay where I pretend to be his fucking mom!
I know it's bad, and I know it's so weird. But I'm going to let you in on a secret. I don't care! I'm just so turned on right now, and I'm sure part of the reason why I find it so arousing, is that I love the idea that I'm turning young Jacob on as well. And if being with his own mother happens to be his ultimate fantasy, then who am I to judge? We all have our quirks.
I actually feel both surprised and honored that Jake shared such an intimate and potentially embarrassing fantasy with me in the first place. So as a result, I'm just going to do my best to make the most complete version of this dream scenario of his come true. And just you wait and see. I'm going to roleplay the fuck out of pretending to be this boy's mother, and I think it's going to be great, and no one can convince me otherwise!
And so here Jake is, in my bathtub, lying with his head back against the tub as I finish rinsing the last of the shampoo out of his cute, curly, light brown hair. His petite, but muscular body is naked as can be, while I'm still fully clothed. Meanwhile, I'm leaning over the side of the tub, bathing him just like a caring mother would do.
Me (as I wash the suds off of my hands): "Alright Jacobson, I think you're all set! Let's drain the tub and get you dried off."
Jake (looking up at me with the sweetest eyes): "Thanks, Mom. This was really nice. I can't remember the last time you gave me a bath! It's been so long."
Yeah, this roleplaying is still going to take some getting used to, but I'm up for the challenge, ha.
Me (brushing off a few bubbles from one of Jake's shoulders): "You bet!"
I was about to use a generic term of endearment, like Sweatheart or Buddy or whatever, but just like how his Mom calls him Jacobson and not Jake or Jacob, I figure I should try to be accurate in how I address him.
Me (leaning in and whispering to Jake): "What does your mom call you in times like this? Like Sweetie or any other nickname like that?"
Jake (recognizing that I broke character and whispering back): "Oh yeah, she calls me Honey or Honey Bear or sometimes just Hon for short."
Okay perfect. And then Jake nods as if to signal we should resume in character. Fuck, he's so adorable.
Me (placing my hands on Jake's waist in order to guide him up): "Alright Honey Bear, let's get you dried off and ready for bed!"
Jake (just beaming with happiness right now): "Sure thing, Mom!"
Yeah, so far all of our dialog and delivery is probably a little over the top and cheesy, but we'll work on that. :P
As Jake stands up, it's impossible not to notice his rock hard boner come springing up with him, mainly because it's literally right in front of my face. Fuck, it looks so good.
I've already mentioned a number of times how small his penis is, and even though I obviously haven't measured it with a ruler or anything, I'm officially pegging it at three and a half inches, fully erect. And I know what you're thinking. That has to be disappointing, right??
Well, I can't fully explain it, but it's not. Not in the least.
I leave Jake standing next to the tub, with his little dick sticking straight out at me, like a hunter dog that's spotted its target, while I go grab a clean towel to dry him off with. Once I come back, I start with Jacob's head and I give his brown curls a frantic rub until they're all nice and fluffy. It's notable how easy it is for me to dry Jake's hair, simply because of how short he is. I know I said before that I thought he was probably 5'6", but I think that actually might be a little generous.
After using the towel to dry off his ears and face, I then move down to his shoulders, before transitioning to his chest, making sure to thoroughly dry off his front, back and sides. Jake even lifts his arms high up into the air so I can easily get to his armpits.
Now it's time for the good stuff. I crouch back down, and my face ends up right back in front of Jake's now semi-hard pecker. And let me tell you, I want so badly to just take his entire organ into my mouth, that I have to use every ounce of willpower I have in order to resist. I swear I could get both his cock and his balls completely within my lips right now, and it would be the most satisfying teenaged mouthful I could ever imagine. In fact, I want it so badly, that my mouth is literally watering. But still, I restrain myself.
I think it's actually for the better, though. This tease that we've entered into, while on some level it's quite torturous, it's also helping to build up my anticipation. In fact, I actually really like all this tension and suspense, as there's joy in the challenge of it, of not giving in. And then on top of that, I feel like it's also going to lead to an even bigger payoff at the end, when I finally do get to be with young Jacob. I mean, the more teasing we endure now, the more satisfying it'll be when the fireworks finally go off, right?
And in that sense, this mother-son roleplay we're partaking in is clearly helping to build the tension, because obviously if we're a mother and son, we're not supposed to be together sexually. And so not only are we pretending that our relationship isn't sexual, but we know that if anything were to happen physically between us, it would be hugely forbidden, like an enormous taboo. So this just adds one extra layer to the whole will-they-or-won't-they drama that's been building for the last half hour.
This makes me think though, I wonder how Jake is planning for us to come to this incestuous realization. Like between the two of us, who is ultimately going to make the first move? Who's going to finally give in and break down that taboo barrier? Does Jake have a specific plan in mind for how he wants all of this to unfold, or is he hoping that I'll just handle all of that?
I'll tell you what. For now, I'm just going to go with the flow and see where this whole roleplay leads organically. I kind of like not having a set plan, because I figure no matter what happens, we're bound to end up fucking each other in the end, right? It's just a matter of what road we take to get there.
Now that being said, I'm more than happy to add my own contributions to both the tension and the backstory, so to speak. And so now that Jake is all dried off from his bath, I figure there are a number of motherly things I could do here, that aren't overtly sexual, but hopefully will start ratcheting up this taboo suspense we're working on building.
So I walk over to the double vanity in my bathroom, and I open up the top middle sliding drawer. In it, I grab two Q-tips and a pair of metallic nail clippers. I don't even know if Jake saw what I took, but I figure he'll find out soon enough.
Me (offering my free hand that's not holding the items): "Here, Honey Bear, let's go over to the bed."
Jake starts to walk with me, apparently having no qualms that he's completely naked.
Me (after stopping in my tracks): "Hon, don't forget your towel, silly!"
Jake (apologetically): "Oh, sorry Mom. I don't know what I was thinking."
