I stood in my bedroom doorway and watched my son, Toby, masturbate. He noticed me and a slight smile crossed his lips. He’d stroke for maybe ten seconds, then he’d move my laptop’s mouse and go back to stroking.
He looked good. Toby was standing up, completely naked, but his hair was combed and his posture was straight. His hips moved back and forth slightly. I couldn’t see what he was looking at, the laptop was turned away from me, which made me curious. He might be watching just about anything. All I knew was that it made him hard.
I was torn between watching Toby masturbate – like any mom, I enjoyed watching my son do just about anything – and leaving him to privately engage with whatever it was. Just as I was about to turn away, Toby ejaculated. He came on my desk, streams of cum pooling together. He turned toward me.
“Hey, mom,” he said. “You like to watch?”
I’m sure I blushed, but I said, “No, Toby, the, uh, timing of my arrival was a coincidence. What are you looking at?”
“Bongacams. It’s nothing special.”
“Can you show me?”
“Sure,” Toby said, with the assurance of a 16-year old doing computer things.
He cleaned off his hand on a towel… I’ve got to remember about how he uses towels… and put us on the homepage. Lots of cams, all approximately live, although you had to keep the cursor on one to see it actually move. But the short answer was… the cams displayed almost everything. Although the page showed mostly women, my age and younger, lots of boobs and asses and pussies, there were couples, one of them having sex, and lots of the women were half or entirely naked and lots of those were using dildos or vibrators. And there were pairs of lesbians, one pair kissing, that caught my attention.
“Wow,” I said, “that’s enough.” It made me breathless. Bongacams showed too many people doing too many things.
Toby closed the page, picked up his clothes, and left. Seeing him masturbate wasn’t that big a deal anymore. COVID-19 Stay At Home rules had made us closer and sex was part of that. It was, after all, just Toby and me at home. All the time. I looked at my laptop again and did what seemed like the only obvious thing. I took a nap.
Several hours later, I heard the shower running. After a minute’s thought, I took off my clothes and, naked, walked into the bathroom. I saw that Toby was masturbating again. How many times a day did he jerk off? Although I’ll admit I expected that he probably masturbated in the shower often. I stopped and just looked at him and saw his eyes on me. They ranged over my boobs and down to my cunt and back to my boobs. He never stopped stroking.
I put my hands on my hips as though I were angry. I turned toward the sink and showed him my butt. I turned back, my legs spread just a bit. He continued to masturbate… and not look at my face, not look me in the eye. My hand moved slowly, but inexorably, toward my cunt, reached it, and felt how wet I was.
Toby smiled and his hand slowed, while mine speeded up. I finger-fucked myself with two fingers, looking at Toby’s cock and, I noticed, not his face. I closed my eyes and thought of him cumming. I fucked myself more quickly. Opening my eyes, I saw Toby just playing with his balls, rubbing them gently, his cock still hard and bouncing around.
My fingers moved to my clit and rubbed somewhat frantically. I was so eager to cum. Toby must have sensed something, because he started fondling his cock again, jerking it faster. I was rubbing my clit like crazy. And I felt my orgasm start at the top of my cunt and blossom, rushing up through my body. I shook with it, clamped my hand with my thighs. I saw Toby cum.
Actually, I didn’t exactly see him cum, because of the water streaming from the shower, but I could tell he was cumming by how his hips jerked and his tummy pushed out and I briefly saw some cum on the glass between us. I was suddenly embarrassed and left the bathroom.
Back in my own room, I lay on the bed and thought about it. There was certainly nothing to be embarrassed about… what we’d done was normal, especially in these COVID-19 days, at least it was normal for Toby and me. We’d masturbated together before… and more. But I’d never gone out of my way to see him naked (and masturbating) and I’d never shown myself nude to him quite so brazenly.
I decided that I was just getting used to the idea of my son as a sort of sexual partner. Sort of. Masturbating together was OK, and maybe giving him blow jobs. I wasn’t at all sure about intercourse. Fucking. We’d done it, but only a couple of times. But fucking my son was the first sex I’d had in months and I kind of liked it. OK, I really liked it.
I had a lot of thoughts about what was wrong about sex with Toby, not least that it was illegal in California. I’ll spare you those thoughts… I googled a lot of stuff on my laptop, where was incest legal, for instance. I came away from all that still feeling bad, but not that bad. Incest is legal in some countries, including Spain and Portugal and pretty much France and Belgium and Luxembourg, which helped a lot, and what Toby and I were doing was legal in Rhode Island, which helped even more.
Anyway… I took a shower after a dinner of vegetable pies, basically roasted vegetables roasted further on store-bought pie crust. Toby loves it for some reason. Around 10 pm, a little before I usually went to bed and probably a lot before Toby did, I went to his room dressed only in a bathrobe.
“Hey, Toby…,” I started. “I thought maybe you’d like a back rub.” OK, this was really weak and I knew it, but Toby either didn’t notice or decided to ignore it. I hadn’t rubbed his back in at least a year.
“Sure, mom.”
As usual, he was naked in bed, although covered by the sheet and bedspread. I pulled the covers down to his waist, sat on the edge of the bed as he rolled over onto his tummy, and began to massage his shoulders.
His shoulders were still thin, but I felt muscles beginning to grow. His biceps, too. My fingertips grazed his shoulder blades, caressing them, then pressed down on his lower back. I massaged this area for a few minutes, took a deep breath, and pushed the covers down to his ankles. Quickly, I began to massage his butt, pushing hard against the muscles, knowing I was pressing his cock into the mattress. Kneading his ass with big, grasping strokes, I felt his muscles tense, then relax. I smacked his butt playfully and asked him to turn over.
Toby rolled onto his back and I returned to massaging his shoulders.
I asked, “How are you feeling, honey?”
“Good. Great. Your hands are so nice.”
I smiled and leaned in to kiss him lightly on the lips. His head came up an inch and I pressed mine down, my tongue creeping out between my lips and into his mouth. My boobs pressed against my robe, against his chest. Our tongues touched and my mouth opened, but Toby’s didn’t and I sat up.
Continuing to rub his shoulders and his chest, I let my robe fall open at the top, exposing a breast. As I rocked back and forth with my arm motions, the top of the robe would briefly hide, then show a boob and sometimes my nipple. I watched Toby watching my body. I untied the robe and it fell open, displaying both my breasts. Toby was entranced, his eyes moving back and forth. He reached out and touched a nipple, rubbed it, squeezed it slightly. After a few minutes, I stood and removed the robe, and sat back down, totally naked.
Toby sucked in a deep breath. I continued to massage him. Leaning in for another kiss, my right hand worked its way down his chest, past his tummy, and touched his cock. My nipples brushed his chest. He was totally hard and there was some pre-cum on the tip of his cock. I rubbed the pre-cum into the end of his dick, enjoying the slipperiness. I kissed him again on the lips, then on his nipple. My hand stroked his cock. As my head got close to his dick, I swung a leg over his head and put my cunt over his mouth.
I lowered my cunt to his lips and he began to lick me. I moved closer to his cock, my breasts above his tummy, sometimes brushing against it, and I began to suck him. I love a cock in my mouth, the sensation of it, the sponginess it of it more than the actual taste. I sucked him gently, rolling my tongue along the tip.
Toby, meanwhile, was licking me ferociously. His tongue not only followed the lips of my labia, it also touched my clit, multiple times, each time sending a small shock through my body. He thrust his tongue into my cunt. He was inexpert, thrashing more than steady, but it was lovely all the same.
Finally, I lifted my leg over his head again and turned until I faced him. I swung over his hips and positioned my cunt just above his cock, which I held in my hand. I looked him in the eye… but he was staring at my cunt. I brushed the tip of his cock against me, over and over again, putting it a quarter inch into me and taking it out, then a half inch, a whole inch, and I slid down on him until his entire cock was inside me.
I rocked my hips back and forth. Toby’s cock was just right for me, size-wise, neither too small nor too big. He filled me up. I tried to fuck him slowly, so he wouldn’t come too quickly, moving my cunt up and down over his cock. I sought to spell ‘coconut’ by moving my hips and I made it to ‘n’ when he ejaculated. I stopped spelling and squeezed my cunt muscles. Toby’s eyes widened. I squeezed a little harder, aware of his hips jerking until he stopped moving. I just sat on him for a minute while his breathing returned to normal, then eased off his cock and lay next to him.
“That was pretty good,” I said.
“That was fucking amazing!” Toby agreed.
I leaned my head against his shoulder and, although I hadn’t cum, fell asleep. I awoke an hour and a half later, with Toby spooning me from behind. His cock was hard… when wasn’t it hard? I moved my butt a little, enjoying the sense of his hard cock against my ass, then had an idea. I moved up the bed maybe two inches, lifted my left leg, pulled his cock very gently between my thighs, and lowered my leg again. I had his cock trapped between my thighs and he hadn’t awakened so far as I could tell.
I started moving my hips very slowly and only an inch or two. Toby’s cock rubbed against my cunt, but just barely, and didn’t touch my clit at all. I reached down and pulled his cock up against my clit and felt the friction to my core. I shivered. And I woke Toby up.
“Just go back to sleep, honey,” I said.
I stopped moving for a minute and heard him breathing slowly again. I started bucking my hips and woke him up again. Damn!
“What is it, mom?” Toby said. He was quite groggy.
“OK, son,” I said, “roll on to your back.”
He did that and I climbed atop his cock again, but this time I didn’t put it inside me. I wasn’t quite wet enough anyway. I put my cunt down on his shaft and began to slide back and forth.
“Ohhhhh,” he said. He sounded happy. Sleepy, but happy.
I kept sliding back and forth on his cock. Sometimes I only skidded up and down his shaft, other times I got to the tip and it felt like it pushed a little bit inside me. I reached down and pulled his cock up so it ground against my clit. Now that felt really nice! I tried to spell ‘coconut’ again, but nothing really changed, his cock was too tight against my cunt. I kept sliding my clit over his shaft and I saw his tummy start to move up and down. I moved faster, harder. And Toby came, a tiny shot of cum and then a big spurt covering him from belly button to chest. I put him inside me and rammed myself down, playing with my clit using my hand. I rubbed myself furiously and just as I felt his cock start to soften, I came… a quick moving flood of warmth and an explosive pulse of wonder and then the receding flow. It was a lot like a wave that crashes on to a beach, then quietly recedes.
It was great.
