As his eyes feasted on me daily and his body obviously responded, the naughty side of myself grew and grew. One day, I made the decision to finally touch it. I regularly caused it to stand up, so as far as I was concerned, it was mine and I wanted to feel it. He was so shy and awkward that I couldn't just walk up to him and grab it, as that would probably terrify him, so I devised a little licentious plan. I needed a way to have plausible deniability and still touch his pure and abstinent penis enough to be able to imagine it properly. Suddenly a devious and guileful idea hit me as I was getting ready to go grocery shopping one routine Saturday morning. Zachary had no idea that his naughty mama was about to get a little touchy-feely and he was about to get thrill of his young life.
I spied him, wearing only those old sweatpants on the couch and walked toward him from behind. He often set the remote on the sofa-back and, as luck would have it, today was no different. His huge headphones deafened the sound of my footfalls and I swiftly "hid" the remote behind a throw pillow. I then, wrapped my arms around him and gave his neck a quick kiss while saying "Mmmm...Good morning Zachy." He paused his game and said "Morning, Mama." As my bottom lip gently brushed his ear, I whispered, "I am getting new batteries at the store. Have you seen the remote?"
He looked over his shoulder at where he had left it, then looking puzzled, began to rifle through the blankets. The whole time, my maternal arms continued to envelope his slender torso and then, I watched his 19 year old cock spring to life beneath his sweatpants. I had forgotten how fast they grow when they are that young. I so wanted to just go right for it, but he wasn't ready for that. I had to act quickly before he covered his tented pants and I lost my chance to be a bit mischievous. I let go of him with my left arm but held him tightly with my right. I pretended to rummage through the blankets for a few seconds and then I did it! I hastily wrapped my hand around his cock, gave it a playful squeeze and said "No, that's not the remote" and then continued to pretend to hunt for the remote. I then "found" it and looked at the batteries. I nonchalantly told him I was off to the store and left with a huge smile on my face.
That definitely got his attention more than anything I had done thus far. Zachary followed me around the house like a puppy and it was adorable. Of course, he wasn't a puppy, he was a very randy young man who was clearly lusting daily for me and I was enjoying playing my games of motherly, desirous torment Every chance I got, I drew his attention to my mouth or my boobs. The more he tried not to stare, the more attention I received.
Jane told me, a number of times, that Zachary hadn't been calling her very often, and when he does, he talks about me. "Good," I thought. As far as I was concerned, he was mine. For almost a year, I had been his mother figure and I didn't know if I would ever give him back. I know that sounds immature, but the idea of him becoming my son and my perfectly trained lover was a fantasy, I wanted to come true. Of course, when I would talk to Jane, I always tried to assure her that Zachary loved her dearly and was just busy studying and working. I conveniently never mentioned that I had become the object of his desire and he was not my pseudo-offspring and I intended to keep it that way.
