"Wanking With Mom Pt:2" Read By Ashleigh Doll
“Can you move over?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he replied, pulling the sheet back off his rock hard cock.
I awkwardly lay down beside him. A few very uncomfortable moments of silence followed.
“Why don’t I count to three and we can both start?” Jacob suggested.
I nodded my head and spread ‘em.
“Just pretend you’re alone in your room and you can do this,” I encouraged myself. On the count of three, I went to work. The first minute or so wasn’t much fun at all but I slowly began to get into it. I could feel the bed rocking beside me as Jacob stroked his penis. Another minute went by and things were getting considerably more interesting. I took a quick peek over to see how my boy was doing. He had a big fistful of himself and his balls were being batted about like Yatzy dice as he pumped up and down. I looked up at his face. Jacob did not look up at my face. He was pretty well transfixed on my cunt lips as my fingers disappeared and reappeared in their meaty swollen folds. Meadows of exquisite sensual pleasure were beginning to blossom between my legs. I allowed myself another glimpse or two of Jacob’s anatomy and then woosh! This big groan roared out of him and his stomach was drenched in spray after spray of his white sticky goo. He squeezed the last few droplets out of the head and then lay spent. I’ll admit it, I was somewhat turned-on.
I enthusiastically turned my attentions back to the business at hand (literally). Now, I was really pounding it. It’s funny, if a guy wanged your pussy about that harshly, you’d scream in pain but when you do it yourself, it’s absolutely fucking great! Faster and deeper I went. Any inhibitions were lost to the ever-rising tide of lust. I began wantonly fingering myself with my other hand. I could feel things start to tighten. It sure felt like it was going to be an enormous, blistering climax.
Jacob turned on his side as I neared the feverish end of my maturbatory journey. The fact that he was staring at me as I thrashed about in sexual abandon lifted my excitement level even higher. “Come on mom, you can do it.”
Yes I fucking could. BAM! My twat exploded. I nearly bucked myself off the bed. Rapid fire spasms bombarded my abdomen. My vaginal canal was ablaze (in a good way). Moans and obscenities poured out of me like candy out of a piñata. The convulsions were so strong; I almost knocked a tooth out with my kneecap. I finished up in a fetal position with both hands on my quim trying to ride out the overwhelming sensations. When the cataclysmic crotch eruptions finally ceased, I flopped onto my back and enjoyed the afterglow.”
“So, how was it?” Jacob asked.
“It was pretty darned fine,” I admitted. “But you probably saw that. Sorry I used all that bad language.”
“Nah, that was really cool. It showed you were enjoying yourself.”
“Oh, I was. How was your orgasm?”
See how candid we were being with each other. It was a breakthrough.
“Absolutely incredible. Do you want to do it again in ten minutes?”
Pause. “Well, okay. But just this once.”
After that morning, we masturbated together habitually. One of us would walk up to the other and say, “Want to have a quick one?” and off came the clothes. Neither of us ever said no. Before bed. After dinner. While we were watching television. We did it lying next to each other, facing each other and sitting on the couch. It was fun. Good, healthy fun. And then Jacob had a motorcycle accident and he smashed up his right hand. He didn’t lose any fingers, thank goodness, but it had to be completely covered in a cast for two months. When he got back from the hospital, practically the first thing he wanted to do was have a wank. I even had to help him take his pants and shirt off, he was so helpless (good job he was so comfortable being naked in front of me).
Alas, as it turns out…he was helpless at a few other things. Try as he might, he just couldn’t get the required rhythm going with his left hand to produce the juice. I’d already finished and he was hardly out of the starting gate. Jacob looked very frustrated and upset. Well, he’d had a horrible day.
He didn’t ask, so I kind of felt (under the circumstances) like it would be okay to offer. “Would you like me to help you, sweetie.”
Jacob looked at me and hesitated. That made me feel even better about doing it. “I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“Hey,” I smiled, “you’d do it for me.”
Jake shyly nodded his head and let go of his cock. I put my hand around his Johnson and he adjusted his position so he could see better. To tell the truth, feeling a man’s organ again (despite – you know- the fact that it was my son’s) was somewhat exhilarating. I sat up on the bed and stroked his penis gently with my right hand and tickled his testicles with my left this seemed to met with immediate approval. The more he got into it, the more I put into it. A girl likes to feel appreciated and the way he responded to my touch was very flattering. He started to gyrate and moan and when he popped, the jism practically hit his chin!
Jacob was so sweet and appreciative about it…which was good because I was going to have to jack him off for the next 8 weeks (and with a 17 year old, that’s a hell of a lot of jack-offs.). Luckily, after the first few times, it became the norm and it didn’t bother me anymore. I also had to shower with him because Jake had to have his hand in a big plastic bag and hold it up in the air. And yes, I jerked him off a few times in the shower. He seemed to like to cum in my hair. Luckily, I was already in the shower, so it wasn’t a problem.
I also (blush) licked his nutsack a couple of times. You know, just to be funny. But I never ever put his cock in my mouth. Until one night….
He’d just had his cast removed and was a little high on pain medication. (I’d had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner.) We finished dessert and Jacob says, “Hey, do you want to go in the bedroom and give my hand its inaugural spin.”
“Sure,” I semi-slur as I pulled my top off. I plop down on the bed and spread my legs, ready to go. Jacob is struggling with his pants. They’re a little tight and he’s a little wasted. The next thing I know, he stumbles and falls right on top of me. We look at each other for a second and then he sticks his tongue in my mouth. Two seconds later, he’s all the way inside me with his hands on my tits and humping to beat the band. I know I should have told him to stop but Jake was trying so hard and I didn’t want to make him feel bad. The only thing I could really do was wrap my legs around him and enjoy the ride. He lasted an incredibly long time …for a virgin. I’m thinking it was probably the pain meds that gave him the staying power. I got to cum first (just like a lady should) and then he shot a huge load into me. Jacob fucked me again about an hour later and slept in my room that night. When we woke up in the morning, we both agreed that the whole situation was a little creepy so, from then on; we had sex in the guest bedroom and then went into our own rooms to sleep.
He’s off at college now and I know he’s going to get along super with the girls. After all, I taught him how to eat pussy, how to shag like a wild dog and the correct lubricant’s and maneuvers to attain anal. How’s that for being a good mom?
So, now I’m sitting here by myself, having a glass of wine in the afternoon and wondering if my pool boy likes to masturbate.