M. Jacobs: Mommys Horny Urges

"G… gosh no, Mom! I… I don't do it much… honest, Mom!" the boy rasped, wishing that his huge hard-on would go away.

"You shouldn't be ashamed of yourself, darling. I haven't raised you to be ashamed of yourself, have I, darling?" Pauline asked in a honeyed voice.

"Well… uh… no, Mom… but… I…" the boy struggled, his mouth dry as cotton.

"I realize that you weren't expecting my little late-night visit. You thought you would be able to look at your magazine and jack off in privacy. Didn't you, Roger darling," she asked.

"Uh… well… uh… sort of…" Roger rasped, swallowing hard.

"I realize that being a healthy young man isn't the easiest thing in the world. There are so many sexy young girls around to tease and excite a young man like you. It must be awfully frustrating, Roger. It's no wonder you have to relieve yourself this way once in a while, darling," the boy's horny mother said, looking right down at her son's fat swollen prick.

Roger wished his mother wouldn't talk that way to him. A guy just didn't discuss things like that with his mother, especially not when he was sitting naked on his bed, with a hard-on jutting up from his lap. Didn't she know how she was making him feel by talking that way to him? Didn't she know how his balls were aching? Didn't she know that he could feel her gaze roving over his body and making him even more conscious of his nakedness?

Pauline knew that she was keeping him tense and incredibly horny. She realized that it had to be terribly uncomfortable for poor Roger. She would have to try to make the boy relax a bit while still keeping the horniness that turned her on so powerfully.

"Do you masturbate often, Roger?" she asked with a wicked little smile.

"G… gosh no… I mean… uh… well… not much… g…gosh, Mom! Do… do you really wanna talk about… about that?" the boy rasped, his gaze beginning to roam over his mother's barely concealed body.

"I'm just curious, Roger. You seemed to be enjoying what you were doing so much. I was watching you through the keyhole you know."

"You… were?" the boy choked.

"Yes, darling. Will you forgive me?" she asked sweetly, reaching down and picking up her son's glossy covered magazine. "My goodness! Such pretty girls! All naked, too! And with their legs spread wide! Such big beautiful tits and juicy looking cunts!"

"Mom! Jesus! Don't talk like that! Please! It's makin' me… uh… it's makin' me…" the kid rasped.

"Horny, darling? Am I making you horny by talking so dirty? You've never heard me talk that way before, have you, darling?" she asked, her cunt tingling with lust for her son.

"G… gosh no, Mom! I… don't know what to do!"

"You don't need to do anything, Roger. Just keep doing what you were doing before I interrupted you. Just pretend I'm not here," she said with a mysterious glimmer in her lovely eyes.

The boy nodded nervously.

Pauline dropped the magazine on the floor by the bed and she reached down to take her son's hand. She guided his trembling young hand to the towering shaft of his hard cock, then helped him wrap his fingers once again around the post of flesh between his legs.

"Go ahead, Roger," she whispered in his ear. "Jack off while I show you the real thing. I'm sure you'll like me more than the pictures in that magazine, darling."

Pauline moved her hand away from her son's rigid cock, but not before making sure that her boy was moving his own hand up and down his cock. She felt lewd beyond belief as she slipped out of her negligee and stood stark naked before her son. She saw his eyes widen and stare as she stripped herself for him. She let her hands drop to her sides for a moment when she was naked, letting the boy have a good long look at her body.

"Do you like my body, Roger?" she smiled.

Roger tried to say something but the words wouldn't come. The boy just stared at his mother's luscious naked body, his gaze roving from her huge naked tits all the way to the downy nest of blonde pussy hair between her long legs. He had never realized that his mother was so beautiful.

"I thought you would, Roger darling. I don't know why I haven't let you see me naked like this before. Have you ever seen a woman naked before, Roger?" she asked.

Her horny son shook his head.

"Then I'm the first. How wonderful. Have you tried to seduce any of the girls at school yet, darling?"

"G… gosh, Mom!" the boy choked.

"Don't be afraid, darling. Tell your mother. Have you had any experience with girls yet? You have nothing to hide from me now, Roger." Pauline smiled, her cunt itching with lust.

"I… I… well… I got Marcie Weston to let me touch her… her tits," the boy rasped.

"How wonderful! And did Miss Weston have nice tits, Roger?" his mother asked, letting her hands run up her sides until they were poised beneath her own full firm titmounds.

Roger nodded. He knew that Marcie's tits were nothing compared to his mother's.

"Were they smooth and warm, Roger darling? Did they fill your hands with silky flesh? Did the nipples get stiff when you touched them, Roger?" his mother asked, cupping her luscious titmelons in her hands and offering them to her son.

"Jesus Christ! Oh, Mom! Wow! I… I don't believe this!" the boy choked, his cock feeling as if it would explode at any minute.

Roger was still moving his hand up and down on his dripping prick. He couldn't help feeling that he was still dreaming and that he would shoot off at any moment and find a big wet splotch of cum on his sheet. He had never been so horny in his life, not even after trying to get Marcie to let him have a feel of her tits and cunt. His mother was driving him wild, and she seemed to be doing it on purpose.

"You like looking at my tits, don't you, darling," she cooed, lifting her silky tits and offering them boldly.

"Jeeze, yeah!" the boy rasped, his eyes bugging out as he stared at the most beautiful pair of tits he had ever seen or even imagined.

"Would you like a closer look, Roger?" she smiled, gliding over to her son and thrusting her tits toward his young face.

Roger felt weak. He had been stroking his cock up and down almost absentmindedly as he watched his mother strip for him, but now his hand froze on his prick. She was so close to him. Her naked tits were only inches away from his face. He stared wild-eyed at the glowing flesh of her luscious titmounds. Her nipples were stiff and pointed as if they were excited by his cock. It was as if they were begging to be touched.

"Aren't my tits pretty, Roger? Your father used to tell me they were perfect. Of course it's been so long since he's noticed. You're noticing though, aren't you, darling boy?" She smiled, rubbing her thumb over the peak of her nipple and making it tingle.

"God, yes! They're beautiful, Mom!" her son said.

"Would you like to touch my tits, Roger?" Pauline asked in a low smoldering voice.

"But… I… I… I can't… I… I mean… you're… you're my… my mother! I… can't touch you there… can… can I?" the boy struggled.

"I want you to touch me there, Roger. It's all right, darling. Don't be afraid. Anything we do together is all right. I want to teach you all about women. Do you want me to, darling?" Pauline breathed, her cunt blazing with depraved lust for her son.

"I… I want you to, Mom!" the boy said in a dry voice that trembled with excitement.

Pauline reached down and took her son's hands, guiding them to her naked tits. When she felt the warmth of her son's young hands on her flesh, she almost fainted.

Roger gasped out loud when he felt his mother's warm tingling flesh against his hands. The warmth of her naked tits seemed to soak right into his hands and go straight to his balls. His hot young cock shot straight up against his stomach and jerked hard against him. He had never felt anything like his mother's tits. Marcie's had been silky and smooth too, but they were not nearly as full as his mother's. Her tits were double handfuls of resilient flesh that just had to be squeezed and kneaded in his hands.