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The rest of the evening was normal: supper, watching Jeopardy together and him going to his room and his computer while I watched television, planned showings for tomorrow and relaxed.At bedtime, I tossed and turned, as the image of my son masturbating, and thinking about me doing it, refused to leave my mind.NOTE 2: Thanks to Estragon for copy-editing and La Rascasse for plot suggestions.“Pet Mommy”: Becoming a Mommy-Slut If you are a parent you have probably read, or even own, What to Expect When You Are Expecting and other self-help parenting books.Yet, nothing in any book I have read could have prepared me for what I saw that one fateful day, because I am pretty sure there is no chapter called ‘What To Do When You Catch Your Son Masturbating With Your Stockings’.I sell real estate and for many reasons I am quite successful; I am hard working, a people’s person and am still quite attractive.On my bed stroking his cock with one of my thigh high stockings was my son.I barely caught the gasp that was about to escape my lips.
Comfortable with my conclusion, I drifted to sleep and had the best rest I had had in a long, long time.
As I got close to climax, my mind played tricks on me and suddenly it was not my husband pounding me from behind, but my son.
So close to coming I kept pleasuring myself until the crescendo of pleasure washed through me and I heard my son order, "Come Mommy, come from your son's big hard cock!
While Crystal was the wild child who did way more partying than studying and who brought me my first grey hair, Michael was shy, geeky and was way more likely to play some computer game than go to a party.
I worried about Michael, who was academically very strong and already accepted by some colleges and all on scholarship, but was socially quite inept.