It was Friday night and I got home about 20 minutes early, ready to begin the weekend. The house was silent. Jeff, my son, must not be home yet, I thought. I decided to change into something more comfortable. That simple decision set off a chain of events that has forever changed my life.
When I walked in the room I froze in my tracks. Jeff was lying on my bed completely naked. He had one hand wrapped around his long hard cock. His eyes were closed and he was stroking his cock fast. I know I should have walked out of the room, but I was shocked and mesmerized by the scene in front of me.
It seamed like longer but I was only standing there for about 10 seconds before he moaned and started bucking his hips. His cock was pumping hard and fast causing him to moan louder. Suddenly he said, "Yes, oh my God, your a great fuck. Mmmm, I'm going to cum." His body went rigid and his sperm shot out of his cock onto his chest and stomach. "Uuuhhg, Yesss, Mom, I'm filling your hot cunt with cum," he grunted.
"Oh my," I stammered. Shocked by the realization that I was the subject of his fantasy.
As soon as I uttered the words his eyes flew open. He turned towards me, a look of horror on his face. It wasn't funny, but I had to struggle to keep from laughing. He was still in the middle of cumming as he tried to cover himself with his hands. Cum was splashing off his hands and going every which way. He jumped up, hands still covering his spurting cock and hesitated. I was standing in the doorway, blocking the only exit to the room. "I'm sorry," he stammered as he quickly headed towards the door.
I was frozen in place, as I watched him scurry towards me, cum dripping on the floor. He squeezed past me and out the door. I turned and watched his bare ass as he scampered down the hall and into his room. Finally regaining my senses I called out, "It's okay, uhh, umm." My voice trailed off as I realized that I had no idea what to say.
It was hard being a single mother. His Dad died in a car accident when he was only 5, a long 13 years ago. I sat on the bed and took a few deep breaths, struggling with my feelings. To be honest I had to admit that I was slightly aroused. Seeing a spurting cock had always been a turn-on. Sure, I've had some lovers over the years, but there has been a dry spell lately. I changed and then walked down the hall to the dining room. When I passed his door, I called out, "I'm going to order us some pizza for dinner, do you want any specific kind?"
There was a long pause before I heard a muffled, "Whatever kind you want is fine with me."
I felt bad, he was obviously embarrassed. When the Pizza arrived I called to his room, "The pizza's here, come on out for dinner." My heart sank when he came out of his room. He was looking down at the floor and mumbled another apology before sitting at the table. We ate in awkward silence. No matter how hard I tried to start a conversation he only gave one word responses. His face was still beet red and he couldn't look me in the eye.
After dinner he headed right back to his room. Needless to say, I was starting to get concerned that he was going to be emotionally scarred. I could just see him on Oprah now, "My mom saw me masturbate and now I'm scarred me for life." I coaxed him out of his room long enough to watch a movie. When the movie ended there was an awkward silence hanging in the room.
"I'm going to go to bed, goodnight Mom," Jeff said.
"Good night honey," I replied.
Needless to say I starting to get concerned. Just before slipping into bed I decided that I couldn't let things hang the way they were. I slid on a long tee shirt to cover me and knocked on his Jeff's door. "Jeff, can I talk to you for a couple of minutes?"
There was another long pause before he said, "Sure, come on in."
He was already in bed. He had the covers pulled up to his chest and he wasn't wearing a shirt. 'I wonder if he sleeps in the nude.' I pushed that thought out of my mind and sat on the bed. I stroked his hair like I did when he was a child and said, "Jeff, try not to be embarrassed. There really isn't anything to be ashamed of, everyone masturbates."
"I know," he replied. He was looking down at the floor when he added, "But you saw me, uhm, ahh, do it. And uhm, uhm, you saw me naked."
I watched as he slowly looked up. His gaze moved up my legs, then lingered on my breasts. I felt my nipples harden as he stared at my tits. The thin material hid them view, but the shirt was tight enough to make the fact that I was bra-less quite evident. I felt my face flush as I said, "It's really not such a big deal. It really is okay."
I watched his gaze follow my breasts as they swayed when I stood. I turned and walked to the door. I looked back, and noticed that he was staring at my legs. "Good night son, I love you."
"Love you too mom," he replied. I closed the door and went to my room.
The next day didn't show any improvement. He was still sullen and withdrawn. He spent most of the day in his room. That night before turning in, I returned to his room.
"Look Jeff, we are going to have to get past this," I told him. "Like I told you last night, everyone masturbates. As far as seeing you naked, who do you think changed your diapers?"
"That was a long time ago, that's different."
"I suppose it is different. On the other hand I have seen a penis or two in my lifetime." I replied calmly. I looked at his face only to find that he was staring at my breasts. I looked down at and saw a bulge under the covers. My pussy moistened as I realized that I was feeding his fantasies. I took a deep breath, and placed my hand on his chest. His heart was beating rapidly.
I started lightly stroking his chest and said, "Masturbating is a part of growing up, everyone does it. I think that the best thing we can do is get this subject out in the open." I took the covers and pulled them down exposing his hard cock.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he exclaimed. His hands quickly moved to cover his hardening cock.
"I'm just going to show you that it's okay to masturbate. I figure if I help you do it this once, you might be less embarrassed." I looked down and said, "Now move your hands so I can see your penis." He moved his hands and his hard cock came into view.
"It's a nice big one," I told him, hoping to build his confidence. I took his hand and placed it back on his cock. Then slowly moved it up and down the shaft before letting go of it. "Go ahead and stroke it. Make yourself ejaculate. That's it, keep stroking." He looked into my face and I smiled, "See I told you it was okay." Jeff started stroking faster, his hips moving to meet his strokes. Suddenly he stopped and took his hand off his cock.
"What's the matter," I asked.
"I was going to uhm, ahh, umm."