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I didn't even know I was hard! But I could also see that my consternation was having no effect on my erection, which still stood out hard as hell straight from my middle, as though defiant. I could also see a little brown from Mom's ass on it, which should have grossed me out, but it didn't. In fact, seeing proof I really had put my cockhead in my Mom's ass, even by accident, kinda turned me on, and if anything I stiffened up some more.
Seeing my shamefaced look Mom laughed and poo-pooed the situation no pun intended. I know you didn't mean to do it. Actually, I'm surprised it's taken this long for something like that to happen around here the way your Dad and You are always letting your little heads lead the way for the rest of you It did hurt a little, but that's just because I was too dry back there Then Mom looked down at my boner, I think just to check I wasn't hurt in some way, and then she broke out in a giggle.
It felt too good. Mom was actually holding my cock, and I was hard as a rock!
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And the toweling felt almost like someone licking me. I sort of jumped with a little start and trembled. In two and a half hours my little Sister Michelle would be home. I didn't know what to say. And yet it didn't seem like Mom had planned to say anything about it. I just stood there in shock wondering what the hell was going on. I knew I had to be in all kinds of trouble. After a moment of silence, with both of us standing there frozen to the spot like statues, Mom spoke up. I didn't mean to intrude. It's just that your Sister was yelling so loudly that first time.
I had to come see what was the matter Actually, if I hadn't already known from catching you the first time, I wouldn't even have really noticed you two sneaking off together all the time. You're not taking advantage of your little Sister, are you? It just sort of happened She wanted me to look at her prom dress magazine to help her pick one out and she barged in when I was masturbating, and then one thing led to another But also, I noticed she had rock hard nipples, and was shivering a little. Was Mom turned on too? I looked down to make sure I was still up to the challenge.
Michelle and me, I mean? Honestly," I said sincerely, "I didn't even know it was hard. I guess I got a little carried away watching you put stuff away I'm not mad at all It's not like it was gross having you in me or anything I wondered why he didn't spend more time around the pool like the rest of us. One day, I decided to investigate. I waited until he had been in the garage for about She lived in a small provincial town. It was fairly quiet and little happened of interest, apart from the occasional visits she and her teenage friends made to the big city.
They went to rock n roll gigs and raved about obscure punk bands to each other, when they got back home. Well, there was another thing that interested Angel in His dick was only slightly above average, maybe six and a half inches on a good day, but he always managed to satisfy me and felt like he was filling me up. This is why I was confused Rocky weighed about a pounds.
My brother took his family on vacation and asked me to feed rocky. Me and my wife MJ had been fooling around and I took her while she was bent over the end of the couch. All she did was wash her pussy and we went to feed rocky. I instinctively took a step toward him to comfort him. As I stepped closer, Brian pulled back a little, forcing his gaze to the floor, unable to look at me. I took a deep breath. Your uncle Jimmy did it all the time, excessively.
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He had actually asked me if I wanted to watch him. I told him I did and stood there beside his bed and watched him bring himself to climax. But he seemed to have no problem doing it in front of me.
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I put my hand on his shoulder and rubbed it a little bit. He turned and looked at me kinda surprised. Brian sat there quiet and self-conscious. I guess wishing you a Happy Birthday would seem kinda silly now, huh? Just my size too. It was nice to see that he still had his sense of humor. Like I could do that NOW! He looked into his lap and saw that his hands did little to hide the bulge. For the second time that morning I had caught him off guard. He seemed truly surprised that I was this nonchalant about the whole thing. How the heck do you know what I was about to do?
I bit my lip and shook my head apologetically. He groaned and took his hands from his lap and covered his face. As you might think, my eyes went right to the bulge in his pajamas. I knew what he wanted to ask me.
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As a matter of fact, I thought it was kind of flattering, but, understandably, it seemed to bother him that I knew. He shook his head side to side, wishing he was still asleep no doubt. That was a good question. I thought that maybe it might be better to put the spot light on me, instead of him, as it were. So with the hopes of putting him at ease some, I went with the truth. Now I was the one having a hard time holding eye contact. I had said something I could never take back.
He stopped rocking and dropped his hands from his face. He cocked his head a little to one side and looked up at me. He looked, and rightly so, confused. This had certainly taken a turn that I never saw coming. There was silence for a few long seconds. I felt funny and I wondered what he was thinking, what he was feeling. I was afraid of what he might think of me now. He knew my brother used to do it in front of me. He knew his Dad did it all the time too. I watched as what I thought was a small smile creep onto his face. I was relieved to see it.
His eyebrows went up, his bottom lip puffed out a little as he mulled it all over and absorbed it all. I watched, as he finally seemed to get a handle on the moment. You were married and all. I thought for a second, looking for the right approach. I had said it out loud and it seemed to make him feel a little better at any rate.
There was another long silence. However, this one was different. This one made me feel all tingly inside. I was a bit stunned. It was huge and I had told my son something extremely personal. I wondered how this might change our relationship; whether he was saying what I thought…or not. His face flushed with color. I took one final glance at his crotch. The bulge was still very obvious and he no longer tried to hide it.
In hind-sight, I think he had other things on his mind. As I reached the doorway, I looked back over my shoulder to see if he was watching me. I pushed his door all the way open. I turned and left for the laundry room. I shook my head and tried to steady my breathing the whole way to the laundry room. I told myself I must be dreaming as I threw the clothes in the machine. I may or may not have put laundry detergent in with the clothes. I had other things on my mind. I tried to get a grip on the whole situation.
It might have helped to have a few more brain cells on the job. He was thinking about ME…about me doing it to him. The thought made me warm all over. I was literally trembling. I was determined to do the right thing, the moral thing, but I found myself climbing the steps and walking down the hallway before I knew it. As I approached his doorway, I stopped. I was breathing sporadically; little, shallow breaths.
I was shaky too, unsteady on my feet and yet, at the same time, I was having a hard time fighting off those goddamned giggles. I thought about the times I watched my brother doing it. I kept thinking, wondering, about how everything might change if I were to step through that doorway. I could feel my body reacting. I could feel the material of my sports bra rubbing against my sensitive nipples.
I inadvertently reached up with my hand and slid my fingertip over one of them. It was hard and clearly visible against the thin material. A feeling I thought Jimmy had taken with him. I fully expected to wake up in my bed at any moment to find that this was just another dream. I lingered just outside his room, biting my fingernail, trying not to feel the way I felt, listening. Then I heard a soft moan.
A wave of… …of… …lust… …rolled through me. I actually felt it between my legs. There was no denying it. I was terribly aroused and I wanted badly to watch my son. I turned the corner and stepped into his room; quietly, my arms folded in front of me, gnawing on my lips completely conflicted. He was on his bed; completely naked, his legs slightly apart, his head turned towards me, but his eyes were closed.
One hand rested on his thigh; his fingers diddling his balls and his other hand was moving slowly up and down over his dick. I got the impression he was more teasing himself than jerking off. God knows what was going through his mind. I stood there tingling all over. I felt like I have a fever; a very high fever.
Avoiding Pastor John as best as possible of course. It was so erotic, exciting. I felt a deep longing inside. Little by little I moved closer; a few feet from his bedside. He was hard; very hard. On the very tip of his incredibly swollen penis, I could see droplets of clear pre-cum that had started to leak and dribble down the few fat inches of meat above his hand.
The head of his dick was red. Dark red and the size of a ripe plum. The first few inches of the shaft was red, fading to a light pink that disappeared under his fingers. I moved even closer. I had to stop myself from reaching out. I loved the way I felt standing there, so close, watching. My stomach dropped and rolled. It was quite the ride. I gave him a shaky smile.
He must have seen the turmoil I was in; I suppose I was pretty transparent just standing there like that. It was hard to try and hide what I was feeling.
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I must have looked pretty bad; he stopped masturbating and asked me if I was OK. I told him I was, shaking my head, tiny little nods up and down. Like a little kid does when asked if they want ice cream. I watched as his fingers slide down to the base of his fat dick. He circled his cock—As best he could— with just his index finger and his thumb. Then he slid his fingers all the way to the very tip of his hard dick…and then let them slide all the way back down again, very slowly.
He did this a few more times. I knew he was doing this for me. My sweet boy was putting on a show for me. I had told him I liked to watch. And he was letting me do just that. Whether he knew it or not, he was teasing me. I swallowed hard as he tilted it to one side… …Towards the edge of the bed… …Towards ME. I sucked in a deep breath.
My stomach was filled with butterflies and my mouth was desert dry. Somewhere along the line my son had gone from shy little boy to exhibitionist. I really did but I was afraid to say so. Through all this, I still had to fight off the shame. I was simply afraid. Afraid my son would know that I wanted to touch him. Even thought he lay there now presenting me his oversized boy-hood, I was afraid of what he might think of me if I were to let this go any further.
It sounded like we were in a giant empty can. And the way my legs felt, that can was being tossed around by a rough sea. The sound of his voice echoed in my head. I stepped closer, my eyes glued to his offering. I slowly sat down on the edge of his bed; my eyes locked on his big, fat cock as he waged it like a stick for an excited puppy. I was floating, in awe of everything that was happening. I just looked at it for a few long seconds; wondering what had come over me, what had come over us.
I bit my lip softly anticipating what it would feel like in my hand; even what something that thick would feel like inside me. While I struggled with the thoughts going through my head and the desire that was quickly overcoming me, I saw my own hand reaching out for him. We both gasped as my fingertips touched the slippery head. I jerked my hand back as if it was too hot to touch. I looked up into his eyes, confused, unsure. The words made me feel… Naughty… Wicked … Excited! I saw Brian slide his fingers down as far as they would go on his stiff cock.
His last three fingers draping over his ball sack, while his thumb and index finger held tight around the base; buried in his thin patch of pubic hair. It took no more persuading. I let my fingers touch him again. I made tiny circles through the slimy sweetness that escaped his overexcited cock. I let them slide partway down his thick shaft and then I closed my fingers around it. His cock was rigid and extremely hot to the touch. I steel rod wrapped in a warm soft blanket. I automatically began to slide my hand up and down; slowly, lovingly.
I started to jerk off my son.