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Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.**I believe things in life happen for one of three reasons. Things happen because they were planned, as a result of circumstances, or because they were preordained or destined. This story about my son and me, I believe, was a combination of circumstances and destiny; it certainly was not planned.*This story is about the events that happened early in 2002, shortly after the invasion of Afghanistan . At the time I was 38 years old and my son was 16. As a loving and close family, we all played sport and shared much time together. I was tall and athletic at 5?-9?tall and still retained a good figure and good looks; whilst my son who was still growing, was already 6?-2? tall and an excellent middle distance runner at school.*My husband and I played competitive tennis and golf and had a high level of fitness. Scott, my son, followed us everywhere we went and started playing the sports we played. Every year my husband would take us on holidays to the mountains or lakes where we enjoyed camping. My husband was in the regular army and had attained the rank of Major.*In February of 2002, David, my husband, was sent to Afghanistan to help fight the War on Terror. David was stationed near Kabul , in the east of the country, near the Pakistan border, and was assigned there for a period of some 12 months. It was these 12 months that changed the course of my life, unforgettable experiences that I will take to my grave with me.*The first few weeks without David were very hard as I was always used istanbul travesti (https://www.cambon.xyz) to having someone to cuddle up to and make passionate love with. I got by the best I could, looking after Scott and playing tennis and golf with him. I know he missed his father at the time as well, as they really had a solid father-son relationship.*Two months into his stay in Afghanistan left me both frustrated and horny. I had to resort to masturbation in order to relieve my tensions, but missed the feel of a hard cock inside me and the feel of his cock spewing ropes of cum inside my vagina. Even then, I had no sexual feelings for Scott, my son.*What happened next changed the course of my life. On returning home one afternoon after picking my son up from school, we discovered that the house had been burgled. The television set, DVD player and surround sound system, and some jewelery were missing. This left me a little nervous and apprehensive as there was no man around to protect me. There had been other burglaries in the area around that time, without any arrests or suspects.*Late in May, I was in bed and thought I heard a noise outside, and got out of bed only to see someone running down the street. Putting on some panties and a top, I called the police who were quick to respond to my call. They had a patrol car search the area and dusted my bedroom window for finger prints, but found nothing. It was 2 a.m. in the morning when they left.*I was scared and beside myself, and needed someone near me. I asked my son if he would mind sleeping with me for the night as I would feel so much safer. I lay on my side as we talked istanbul travestileri (https://www.cambon.xyz) and he was on his side behind me. I asked him to put his arm around me, which he did and ultimately went to sleep. I awoke in the morning with Scott lying on his back, fast asleep. I was so relieved to get through that night in one piece. We got up and had breakfast and I took him to school as I always do.*Going back to my son for a moment, he has had a couple of girlfriends, but none of late. He has always preferred to concentrate on his studies and athletics and sport, leaving little time for girls. For some time now, I presume he has either masturbated regularly, or had many wet dreams, as his bed linen was often stained.*I have mentioned it in the past with David, and he says it?s perfectly normal for a teen boy to jack off on a regular basis. David says that boys that age have raging hormones and need a sexual outlet. That afternoon I picked Scott up from school, had dinner, then I helped him with some homework from school.*The time was getting late and Scott said he was going to bed. I told him I was still very nervous and afraid, and if he could sleep with me again. He replied ?sure mum, if you really want me to.? I told him I really needed his presence and to get ready for bed while I had a shower.*After showering, I put on panties and a top to avoid any embarrassment, not seeking any inappropriate behavior. He was already in bed wearing boxer shorts when I came back into the bedroom. I got into bed beside him and pulled up the doona to cover us. We talked for a little while, thanking him for looking travesti istanbul (https://www.cambon.xyz) after his mother. I cuddled up to him and I was soon asleep. Some time later, in the early hours of the morning, I awoke for some reason. There was some movement under the doona and I could detect some faster breathing from Scott . I do believe he was masturbating beside me. I never said anything and pretended I was still asleep.*After a little while he gave a little grunt and then rolled over and cuddled up to me again. When I got up in the morning, there were obvious cum stains on my sheets.*The same thing happened the next night as well. I was a little bemused by his behavior, wondering if it was out of habit, need, or did he find me as a sexual object. Throughout the day I thought about it a lot and knew I had to say something that night. Just thinking about the fact that someone was masturbating beside me, made me feel a little horny bringing a damp spot to my panties.*That night after my shower, Scott was in bed waiting for me as usual. I wore some sheer see-thru panties with my top. As I stood by my mirror brushing my hair, I could see him looking at me, looking around my panties area. I never shave around my pubic area as David has always preferred a bushy pussy. I trim to my bikini line, but that?s all. The see-thru panties were clearing showing my dark pubic bush.*After getting into bed beside my son, I mentioned to him that I knew he had been masturbating the past two nights. I told him not to be embarrassed as I understood that all teen males have the need to jack off. Scott was indeed very sheepish and embarrassed but did admit that he had been. He said that he needs to do it every night as it makes him relax and sleep so much better. He also promised that he wouldn?t do it again in my bed. I told him that if he needed to, that it was okay and that I understood, something that he was agreeable to.