***Wanted to take just a moment to thank everyone for the support on the first chapter and also explain that throughout the story I'll be switching POV between the mother and the son, for some fun dynamics. Hope you like this one as much as the first!***
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I am not a good mother, over the last few weeks I've done things that no mother should ever do to their son. For over ten years it has only been William and me, his father left when he was very young, and I know that must have been hard for him. I blame myself for having him when I was so young with a man who clearly wasn't going to step up and be a real man.
Now that doesn't mean I regret having him in the slightest; I love my son, he's the essential thing in the world to me. However, due to my young age and necessity to support us, he's the only person in my life. I haven't been on a date in almost two years, and I can't lie, the loneliness has been... painful. It hurts all the more whenever I see my friends having these beautiful, loving relationships, hell, my own sister who only turned thirty-five a few months ago is married planning for her third child!
Still, William has always been a loving son, he's never disappointed me, and I sometimes can even see the empathy he has for my situation, though I don't believe he knows that it makes me feel worse knowing he may blame himself. It was because of this that I decided to take a week off for his nineteenth birthday. I wanted to have a good time with my baby boy who was becoming more of a man every single day, and that's when all this craziness started.
Now I don't feel the need to go into too much detail about that week and a few weeks afterward, but I will explain myself as best I can. William is a growing into his sexuality, I know this, his father was the very same way, and I know my son masturbates, what man doesn't? I always stayed quiet about that fact with him, no need to make him feel embarrassed or awkward by me talking about him wanking off. The only thing I'd do is empty his trash of used tissues every week and wash his clothes, which were full of cum stained socks and briefs.
During that week off, William left for his room, and I caught him in the act, I'm sure he made a mistake leaving his door ever so slightly cracked open as this never happened before but when I went up to my room and glancing inside, I caught the full sight of my son masturbating. I don't know why, nor could I ever hope to explain as to how I let myself simply stand there and watch him. I watched my own flesh and blood jerk off and blow a substantial load all over his stomach and hand.
Worse yet I didn't leave until I was sure he was finished, my body was urging me to watch him blow, see every drop of his young seed spray out all over before I heard the intoxicating sound of his pleased grunting moan. Once he was finished, I ran off, pins and needles spreading throughout my body while a very unwelcome rush of heat emanated through my loins. Needless to say, I was appalled by my actions, and it took me almost an hour before I left my room after that.
Unfortunately for me, in that hour my son must have thought of something to trigger another erection, for when I tried to walk past his room the second time, I caught another eyeful of him stroking his throbbing young cock. Once more I locked in place, silently waiting while he jerked himself until another, healthy load pour from his cock, spilling down the sides of his head until it ran over his still pumping hand. I don't know why but seeing it the second time was all the better; the oozing load looked amazingly sexy, the numerous trails that left his head immediately made me start panting.
As I said, I'm not a good mother, because if I were, I would have stopped right then and there...but I didn't. Day after day, eventually, week after week, I spied on my son jerking off. I never even asked myself if he knew about me, even when he left his door open more, used my panties, my luffa, even my shampoo as cum rags, I never asked myself a thing! I merely sat back and enjoyed the erotic show he put on for me every day.
Last night, however it all changed, William did something that no son should ever be allowed to do to their mother. It was after a long day of work, and as soon as I came home, a bit later than usual, William was standing at the door as always. He gave me a small hug, and a kiss, something that he started to do religiously since this all started...and I can't lie, it had become one of the best parts of my day, it left a warm feeling in my stomach and a full heart.
Then he told me he was heading to his room, I knew what this meant, and I still played innocently with it. It was merely a small code we silently worked out so I'd know when he was taking care of himself...so that I could watch him do it. However, unlike all the other times, William called me upstairs after only a few moments. When I arrived his door was wide open, and he was nude from the waist down. The moment my eyes looked down at his twitch cock, his hand was wrapped around it stroking hard, he was masturbating only at my sight.
I know I should have said something, I should have left, told him to stop, done anything that was morally correct in that situation, but I didn't. I went silent and just watched as I had done so many other times. Then my son came, he was jerking off so close to me that his cum splattered all over me and he seemed to want that, because he didn't even flinch, in fact, he jerked faster. I let myself get painted by my son, his load being the largest I had ever seen in my life, it was honestly awe-inspiring to see a cock spew seven thick streams and still keep going.
Towards the end, when all I asked was, "Oh baby...does it ever stop?" William stepped even closer, steadying himself with my body while his leaking head pushed against the crotch. Instinctively I let out a moan, but I quickly silenced myself, not able to let that happen, I couldn't cross the line any further than I already had. Then William was done...and he wiped himself clean as I asked if he was satisfied, as if this was something ordinary and alright when it was obviously anything but.
William leaned in and gave me a small kiss on the cheek, "Night mom, love you." He weakly mumbled out as he turned around. I watched as my own son wandered back to his bed and collapsed into it, his cock slowly softening while just a small drop of cum sat on his tip. My eyes slowly looked down at my body, my son's cum dripped down my shirt and pants, leaving white trails all over my clothes. I was a complete mess but knowing that my son sprayed his seed on me made me more turned on than ever.
"I love you too, William, sleep tight, honey," I warmly replied as he fell asleep within a few seconds, leaving me standing in pure silence as his cum continued to seep into my clothing. I couldn't believe what I let happen, and worse yet, that I was perfectly satisfied with it, it wasn't normal.
I fled my son's room and quickly stripped off my clothes, needing to take them off as each second I wore them I only felt hotter. It was a naughty feeling to let someone jerk off and cum on me and knowing that it was my very own son's sperm, it made me nearly start dripping. To make this clear, I did not, not even for a second, touch myself that night. I took a very long and cold shower before crawling into bed. The thing that continued to bother me until I finally passed out was the fact that I was only upset with myself for not being upset at what I was doing.
When I woke up this morning I all but ran from the house, I couldn't face William; I was still to panicked about everything. I felt confident that he'd want to do what he did last night again, and I didn't know what my answer would be. My mind was telling me, no, but the rest of my body was crying out for a yes. Even on an eight hour work day, I couldn't find myself making heads or tails of the question, and when I arrived back at my house with no answer, I felt a pit form in my stomach.
I took in a slow breath and sat in my car for a moment, "You can't allow this to continue, you know that. William is your son, and as his mother, you can not let him see you in any sexual light. You are taking advantage of his horniness because you feel lonely and that is just inexcusable. March inside and tell him what happened can never happen again." I told myself with a firm, authoritative voice, almost as if someone else was making the decision for me.
