Kathy Harris - Wild easy family

"Yes," Tom said weakly.

"Are you upset because you think that it's wrong to do, uh, what you were doing?" she asked.

"No! I know that there's nothing wrong with jerking myself off!" Tom said emphatically.

Carly gasped at her son's words.

"What bothers me," Tom continued, "is what I was thinking about while I was jerking off."

"Oh, you mean sexual fantasies. Well, I wouldn't worry too much about that, dear…"

"That's not what I mean, Mom. It's who I was thinking about that bothers me," Tom said mysteriously.

"Oh. Well, why don't you tell me about it?" Carly asked, her voice trembling. "Was it some young girl at school?"

"No, that wouldn't bother me at all! I was thinking of a guy." Tom lied. In truth, the horny youngster had been thinking about his beautiful, sexy mother but he couldn't tell her that or the uptight woman would run screaming from his room.

Carly gasped again. This seemed to be her night for surprises. She forced herself to sound calm as she spoke.

"Well, Tom, I know that sometimes a boy your age can have a crush on a friend…"

"That's not it, Mom. You still don't understand. I'm not talking about a friend my age," Tom said, thinking that his mother was responding so letter-perfect to his words that it was as though he had handed her a script of how their conversation should go and she had, memorized every word.

"Who-who is this guy?" she asked haltingly.

"One of my teachers," Tom told her.

"Oh, Tommy," she said, beginning to relax for the first time since she had entered her son's room. "That's nothing to worry about. Your teacher is an authority figure and you look up to him and there's nothing wrong…"

"No, Mom, it isn't like that at all! It's much more than a dumb crush!" the boy said.

"Tommy… what-what are you trying to tell me?" Carly asked breathlessly.

"Something happened between this teacher and myself," Tom said, wishing he could see the expression on his mother's face. But it was important to keep his face turned away from her… for now at least.

"Good God, Tommy! Are you telling me that this man. This pervert forced you to…"

"No, Mom, you still don't get it! I'm the one who tried to seduce him," Tom said evenly.

Of course, the boy was lying through his pearly white teeth. Tom had never made it with another male, and he had never wanted to. The very idea made him sick to his stomach.

"What?" Carly shrieked.

"I really had my work cut out for me to talk him into it, Mom. I knew he wanted me just like I wanted him. But, at first, he was afraid that he'd get canned if we got caught. But I just started talking pretty and pretty soon he forgot all about his fears. The first few times, we even did it in his classroom," Tom said.

"The first few times?" Carly yelled, hardly able to believe her own ears.

"Sure, we've made it together lots of times, Mom. That's what's been bothering me. I hate the idea of being gay, but I know that I must be or I wouldn't get off on making it with my teacher so much," the boy said.

Carly sat there in stunned silence for a few minutes, her mind racing as it frantically tried to take in everything she had just heard. "Maybe you've got me so confused, I just don't know what you're saying. Have you ever, uh, made it with a girl?" she asked.

"No, and I don't want to! The very idea of a pussy leaves me cold," Tom lied, feeling half sick at the very idea of being a pervert, yet knowing it was for a good cause.

"Well," Carly hemmed, at a loss for words. This problem was far beyond anything she had expected to hear from her young son. "Maybe someday you'll meet the right girl and fall in love with her and…"

"Yuk! No way!"

"Try not to jump to conclusion, dear," Carly soothed, her motherly instincts taking over once again. "After all, you say you've never done it with a girl before."

"Right. And I have no intention of making it with a girl. It just doesn't appeal to me, Mom. That's how I know I'm gay. And I won't want to be! I feel like such a weirdo! A queer! A pervert! I want to be normal and I know I can't be!"

A forbidden thought burst into Carly's mind. It was too perverse, too sick. But, as she sat there with her troubled son, the thought persisted. Ralph had been gone for a while now, and Carly wasn't used to going so long without fucking, for she and her husband had enjoyed a very active sex life together until that fateful night.

Yes, it had been a long time between fucks for Carly. Too long. And, if she hadn't already been painfully aware of that disquieting fact, her burning pussy would have let her know.

Her cunt was burning and itching furiously. She knew she needed a good fuck. She also knew that her dear son was in real trouble. It was up to her, as his mother, to take matters into her own hands and help him, if it were at all possible to rescue him.

Carly was absolutely certain that the young man was not gay. She had raised two normal kids, and Tom was far to masculine and powerful in appearance to ever be mistaken for being gay. She knew that Tom could not possibly be gay, in spite of his little fling. If said fling had ever really taken place. She could hardly tell from his words.

Yes, Carly knew that her son was completely normal. But he didn't seem to know that, and that was the real problem. He would always think of himself as abnormal unless someone helped him. And if his own loving mother could not help him, then who could? And who had a greater responsibility to him than his own mother?

Carly moved her hand slowly down the boy's naked back. She hesitated at the base of his spine for a second, and then she brought her hand over his firm, rounded asscheeks, enjoying the way they felt.

The woman slipped her hand beneath the boy's midsection and touched his hard cock with the tips of her fingers. She pressed his prick gently, and the throbbing response of the big cock turned her on even more.

"Please turn over, darling," she said, surprised by the husky quality in her voice.

"I can see that you want to help, Mother, but believe it, it's hopeless," Tom said, trying to keep the lust out of his voice.

"Now, darling, I am your mother, and there are times when I know what's best for you. Please just do what I tell you to," she said.

Tommy let out an exaggerated sigh and turned over. His hard cock jutted up from his groin and then flopped onto his flat tummy. It gave a little responsive jerk as his mother gazed hotly at it.

"You're so big," she husked, "like your father. I think your dick is even longer than his and just as thick."

Tom was tempted to tell his mother that he knew for a fact that his cock was indeed longer than his father's, for Julie had told him so and who should know better? But he restrained himself. Things were going too well to fuck them up now.

"Yeah, my teacher, well, he really liked my big cock, too, turned him on I guess," the boy lied, wanting to egg the woman on.

Carly took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She was surprised by the jolt of jealousy she felt.

"Yes, well… I want you to know that girls – and women – like big cocks too, and they especially like cocks that are nice and thick the way yours is," she said.

She moved her hand to her son's cock and ran her palm over the long, thick prick. Then she wrapped as much of her hand as possible around the cockshaft just below the rim of the flared prickhead.

She tightened her grip and her pussy drooled sake felt the throbbing and pulsing of the boy's blood as it coursed through the swollen veins in the cockshaft. She felt more and more fuck juice seep into her clit as she turned on royally. She hadn't felt this horny in years. She moved her legs against each other and her cuntlips pressed against each other. They felt slick and slippery as they moved hotly together.