This is part three of an ongoing day-in-the-life story of a mother and son's sex life. Each part is a little, quick snippet of their life together.
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Mom is on the phone. Has been. For a quite a while.
Jerry heads downstairs and stands by his mom. She's sitting at the end of the couch.
Mom fiddles while she is on the phone. Something will be in her hand. And whatever it is she'll fiddle with it. She's done it all her life.
Jerry knows she'll fiddle with him too. So he stands beside her. At first mom does not see him. Her mind is truly on the phone call. The fiddling she does is almost unconscious to her.
When she does see him, she drops the spoon she'd been fiddling with, and reaches up and begins to fiddle with his limp penis. This is not the first time this scenario has played out. No, it's about the hundredth or more.
She is more than glad to do it. She wants to do it. She likes it. She just wont be paying any attention to what she is doing. And that is okay with Jerry.
She talks and talks and talks. She fiddles and fiddles and fiddles. Mostly with the head of his penis. She likes how soft it is. She'll fiddle with the shaft which soon becomes hard. And she'll fiddle with balls. She likes that too. She pushed them. Cups them. Wiggles them. Jiggles them.
She talks and talks and talks. She fiddles and fiddles and fiddles. He just stands there. Taking it all in. Enjoying all of it. Soon though he feels the orgasm coming. It builds slowly because mom has no direction or intensity or awareness of what she is doing.
He feels it coming. It builds. It feels good because it comes so slowly.
He knows from experience that it does not matter where it shoots. His mom will just keep talking and talking and talking. And she wont stop fiddling and fiddling and fiddling. Now she'll just fiddle with the dripping sperm and his slowly relaxing penis.