Kevin Sellers: Best loving mother

A faint ache of arousal began to simmer deep in her pussy. And for once, that ache was a pleasant sensation. Because she knew that she could get all the soothing she wanted just a short drive away, back at home.

For once, she didn't mind that horny itch at all. If anything, it only made a secretive little smile flicker across her full lips as she pretended to pay attention while Bobby tried on first one pair of trunks, and then another.

Abruptly she was snapped back to reality by the high-pitched peal of his youthful voice.

"How about these, Mom? Do they look okay? I like 'em better than anything so far, at least. What do you think?"

Pulling reluctantly out of her daydreams, Gwen forced herself to concentrate on the snug, brightly colored trunks that clung tautly to Bobby's lean teenage form. At this point all she wanted to do was put an end to their little shopping spree and get back to the house, where better things awaited.

"Urn, I think those ought to do just fine. If they satisfy you, dear, then they're perfectly all right with me! Are those the ones you want?"

Grimacing uncertainly at his reflection, Bobby shrugged. "Yeah, I think so. They're kind of tight, though… do they look too tight to you, Mom?"

He swung about to face her, squirming a bit as he tugged at the elastic restraint of her trunks in an effort to stretch them out a bit.

And instantly Gwen saw that he had a point. The resilient material of the trunks snapped around his crotch to perfectly outline the obvious bulge there, clearly displaying the fact that her youngest son was very much on the verge of manhood.

An unexpected blush crept into her cheeks as she gazed at that bulge for an instant of startled fascination. Then she covered her reaction with a light laugh.

"Well, I have to admit they do look a little… uncomfortable. But on the other hand, with the way you're always wiggling about, I expect you'll have them stretched out to size in no time! In fact, why don't you just wear them home? One trip in the car ought to do the job! Are you game?"

That suggestion caught Bobby by surprise. His eyes widened. "You mean you want me to leave 'em on all the way home? Gee, I don't know… well, okay. Yeah, I guess I can do that. All right Mom, let's go!"

Grinning widely at the mischievous notion of parading around in his new trunks, he scooped up his clothes and stood impatiently by as she paid the clerk.

As they started the drive home, she didn't notice the effect the trunks were having. Plastered tautly to her son's crotch in a squeezing vise-like grip, they caused a reaction that Bobby hadn't anticipated.

Within moments his cock was blossoming outward, thrusting against the pliant material until it soared up to full, ominous erection.

It was a purely automatic response to the over-confining trunks. But even so, it made him gasp with embarrassment. A deep red blush flashed across his face as he cupped his hands over the swelling bulge of his hard-on in an effort to hide it.

But Gwen had already caught the odd way he was fidgeting. Concern knitted her attractive features as she spoke up.

"Is something the matter, honey? You're certainly acting strangely, for a boy who's just gotten the new trunks he's been begging me for over the past few weeks! What's the matter? Aren't you feeling well?"

Even as those words came out, she impulsively pulled the car off the road and onto a gravel lane, then shut the engine off and turned to face him.

"I'm okay Mom, really! I'm just fine!"

Bobby blurted out a squeaky denial, mortified by the whole situation.

"Are you absolutely sure about that? You're not catching a summer cold, are you? Here, let me take your temp-why, Bobby!"

Caught in the very motion of placing her hand to his forehead, Gwen abruptly saw the source of her son's problem.

His cock poked up in the air like a flagpole, tenting the fabric and soaring between his hands with an engorged stiffness that he couldn't begin to hide from view.

She froze, staring down in complete surprise at his huge, seam-splitting hard-on.

And simultaneously, a blast of juicy need ripped through her pussy in hot, gushing torrents.

Before she quite had time to recover from that sight, he piped up, his face wrenching with self-conscious shame.

"It's nothing, Mom-I'm not sick! It's just that my trunks were kind of snug and-and they were squeezing on me and… and I don't know…"

His attempted explanation drifted weakly off as he dropped his eyes, unable to meet his mother's frank, open gaze.

Gwen drew in a breath and tried to joke the entire episode away. But even so, she couldn't quite manage to tear her attention from the spectacle of his massively expanded crotch. God, Bobby's cock looked enormous-every bit as big as Dane's!

"Well, it looks as if the suit we picked out is a bit too tight for you, after all! And you really don't need to look quite so embarrassed about it, baby. After all, I'm a grown woman, and I know perfectly well about the things that happen to boys once they reach your age. I know how certain parts of the body become more… more sensitive, and sometimes get a little out of control. Isn't that right?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess so."

He gave a small nod of admission, his ears burning red. Yet even in the midst of his uneasiness there was no hiding the fact that his cock was strumming up as rigid as ever. In fact, it seemed to balloon even larger beneath his Mom's stare.

Gwen saw his outlined cock twitch and pulse up with new intensity, straining the confines of the trunks until it threatened to explode.

Already aroused by her morning's train of thought, she felt her cunt quiver with an oozy, unmotherly appreciation that she couldn't ignore.

Instead, she spoke up on a wicked impulse of veiled need.

"My goodness, it's getting even worse! So big and hard and thick-it almost looks painful! Does it hurt, honey? Does the poor baby ache, all pent up like that? Here, let me feel!"

Bobby had time only to gape dumbly as his Mom suddenly shot out a hand. Her fingers swooped across his tented crotch, stroking along its strumming surface in a quick, fondling caress.

They both gasped, mother and son reacting spontaneously as his youthful prick jolted beneath her initial touch. In a hoarse tone of mingled emotions, he rattled out a confused reply.

"Uhhh, it hurts a little, I guess. But I'll be okay, Mom. It'll go back down… eventually."

He didn't see the flare of pleasure that sparkled in Gwen's sharp green eyes as her fingertips burned at her brief feel of confined cock-flesh. He didn't notice the husky groan of horny need that sneaked into her voice as she spouted a hasty answer, not giving either of them a chance to think.

"Yes, it must be terribly uncomfortable like that. I mean, just look at how swollen your cock is! And it's really all my fault for getting you in this condition, since I should've known better. I… I suppose I really ought to be the one to do something about it, don't you think? It just might go down a little faster if I massaged it a bit… there, how's this? Does rubbing help your cock feel any better, Bobby?"

As she spoke, her fingers again converged on his taut young crotch. They began to move across his rigid immensity in a tender squeezing rhythm, gliding back and forth over his turgid cock.

Bobby tried to answer. His voice came out in a hoarse growl of churning emotions. "Uhhhh, I don't think you oughta do that, Mom. You're making it feel kind of funny, like-like I'm gonna explode or something! I don't… oh jeez… ahh…"

Gasping aloud and staring glassily down at the sight of his mother's hand groping over his engorged cock, he could hardly believe it was happening. Her fingers rippled expertly, kneading and fondling his stiffened cock-meat.