Hello fellow degenerates, feel free to have a read. Let me know what you think.
Xo ;)
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I think about how it started out like this.
Looking around my son's dimly lit room, posters on the wall of his favorite alternative bands. There's a distinct odor in the room, definitely smells musty adolescence which I guess is just a combination of sweat and cum. Definitely smells like someone spends too much time in his room.
"Oh mom..." my son groaned softly.
I look down at my son laying on his bed, his eyes are closed as he's laying back naked from the waist down. He does appear to be enjoying himself.
"Just remember to tell me when you're close"
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I sit on his bed with my hand gripped around my son's penis. I quickly look away as I realize what I'm looking at is far from what I should be doing. It's definitely not exactly how I pictured my typical Friday night, my Husband got stuck at work again as usual, and I'm at home with my Son as we take care of his... needs.
I notice my son's phone charging on his bedside table as it nears 8pm, I know my husband will be home soon and I need to be getting this over with.
This has become a recent bad habit, one of the ones you wish never started but now has gotten too far complicated to stop. Kind of like smoking or alcohol. I'm 42 years old and sitting in my sons room relieving him. Is this for him, or for both of us?
Does this make me a bad mother and wife? Most definitely.
I can feel my son start to tense up as his breathing gets heavier. I know what that means by now, realizing that I really shouldn't whilst grabbing the tissues in anticipation.
"Mom.. I'm gonna..." James moans.
He lets out a satisfied groan as I hold the tissues over the end of his cock ready to collect his ejaculation. I can feel it pulsing in my hand as it starts to spray out, I look at my son's face with his eyes still closed and can clearly see the face of satisfaction.
"He's spraying out so much as usual, why is there always so much?" I think to myself.
I look down and can see it starting to spill out of the tissue and into my hands, I try to move the tissue to collect it but at this point it makes no difference as my son is basically just cumming into my hands. I'm conflicted as I'm glad my teenage son is healthy, but is this really something for a mother to be knowledgeable on?
After a significant performance his penis begins to settle down now that he's finished. I can feel my hands covered in the sticky mess, this is a sensation makes me feel strange. A combination of comfort in the warmth and wetness, remembering how we got here, but the biggest feeling is the shame in this taboo activity that I am doing to my son.
My son opens his eyes as I'm cleaning him up. We look at each other for a brief second before we both look away. Eye contact is not a comfortable situation as we both know this is not normal, this an evolving activity that has started in the last few weeks.
"Thanks Mom..." he says quietly.
"It's OK" I said as I get up from the bed. I quickly leave the room without saying anything else, carrying out this evening's evidence in my hands.
I make it to the bathroom and as I throw away the tissues, I catch myself again looking at the remaining cum in my hands. I can't help but be entranced, there's such a thickness to it that I can't say I've ever seen before from anyone, and the quantity is amazing. Snapping back to realization of the situation that this is my son's cum in my hands, I quickly start the shower and wash my hands under it before getting undressed.
I start removing my underwear and notice that there is a distinct wetness there. I quickly throw my panties into the washing basket as I hop into the shower. To think, this is like me trying to hide the evidence in my underwear as I sense that I am clearly starting to enjoy these sessions with my son.
The warmth of the shower water is soothing on my body as I drift off into my thoughts. I start the think about the events that led to this whole thing starting and found myself drifting off with the memory...
I think it's safe to say my son is a typical adolescent boy, atleast for today's standards. He's not very athletically motivated, does OK at school and prefers to spend most of his nights and weekends gaming at home. One thing stands out is that he has more virtual friends than real-life friends and I don't think he's ever really had a girlfriend.
It was the weekend before we planned around having an 18th birthday celebration, there was already an unhealthy level of anxiety brewing around it as a result of the current climate with lockdowns and social distancing. Before we knew it, he had received several cancellations citing "safety concerns".
As a Mother I felt really bad, this was a new reality and there was nothing that could be done.
My son had already turned 18, we had gone out for dinner and he spent the rest of the night gaming, he told us he was 'raiding classic'. I had no idea what that meant but he seemed content. Due to the length and continuous delays he eventually he decided to give up on having an actual 18th party.
I felt that he was clearly saddened by the situation so I came up with an idea to go camping as a family, just like we used to do when he was younger. James agreed and we had it all planned out, campsite picked for what was supposed to be the party weekend.
On the day before we were set to leave my husband received news that there was a major problem with a client at work and he would be needed to assist over the weekend, meaning he would not be able to come camping. My son was again disappointed, but he understood.
I decided on the best course of action.
"Shall we still go, James?" I said
"What just us?" he responded.
"Yeah of course! We'll go exploring, camp out, have a fire. It'll be fun with your Mom, I promise!" I said excitedly.
"Ok then, I guess." James nodded.
"You guess...? Get a little enthused Mr. Birthday Boy" I replied.
My son left the room smiling.
"Are you going to be OK to look after the house without us, Eric?" I turned and asked my Husband.
"Of course, Eve! I'm not completely useless. I'll try and make it up to James when you guys get back" My husband responded.
Deep down I knew that he was in fact, completely useless.
The next day my James and I set out, with my wagon packed and ready to go camping. The campsite was pretty far away, it took about 2.5 hours to drive to, but it was worth it. Atleast we thought driving this far would be anyway. On the way we talked about school, gossip, any rumors, shared stories. Listening to his stories, I noticed my son may have been a bit more sheltered than I thought. He didn't seem to have many social experiences with his friends outside of gaming, not that he seemed bothered by that.
As we neared the national park we started to notice some pretty dark clouds coming in from the direction of where we were heading.
"Mom, did you check the weather before you planned?" James asked me.
"Excuse me! I did, and I swear it was fine!" I said confidently.
"Mom, did you check the weather of where we were going, or did you check the weather for home?" My son responded with a confident smirk.
I only now recognized my error, but refusing to be wrong I decided plead the 5th.
"Classic Evelyn." James laughed.
I hoped he was at least having fun so far. Arriving at the campsite we quickly noticed we were the only ones brave enough, as it was empty. We decided to commit to this expedition and quickly setup as the clouds rolled in, it was only about midday but it now looked about 7:00pm.
James wanted to listen to music car radio, personally I could have done without his heavy metal but it was his birthday so I let him.
After about 45 minutes of messing around, we were done.
"There! The tent is all good to go, we've rolled out sleeping bags, bags safely secured inside and we're pretty much set. What did you want to do now!?" I asked triumphantly.
