Julia had liked Shelly a lot. She had encouraged and supported the two teenagers, happy to see them happy and gladdened by the positive effect that Shelly had on her son. Thanks to Shelly, Mike had really matured emotionally, becoming more confident about himself and relaxed around women. Julia was well aware of the sexual aspect of their relationship, and she did nothing to impede it. She never had anything against Shelly and Mike being alone together in his room. She actually preferred knowing that the two of them were having sex under her roof rather than in the backseat of Mike’s car somewhere.
Julia didn’t want Mike nor Shelly to think that sex was something to hide or be ashamed of. When she had the birds and bees talk with Lyla and Lori first, and then later with Mike, she had tried to explain things in a direct and honest way, without hypocrisy, focusing on the emotional importance of sex in a person’s well-being. Julia considered sex to be a natural and beautiful experience and she wanted her daughters and her son to live it joyfully, without guilt.
She tried not to be too dramatic about Mike’s situation, but as the days passed and he just kept getting worse, Julia seriously began to fear for her son. He was depressed all the time, his grades were plummeting and he was a wreck, physically and psychologically. Beside crying and lying catatonic on his bed, the only thing that he seemed to be interested in these days was masturbation.
Under normal circumstances, Julia wouldn’t have worried about that. After all, she had told him herself that it was normal for a boy his age to masturbate. But that was before. Now things were quite different. Often, when she went to call him for dinner, Julia would pause before knocking on Mike’s door, hearing the unmistakable sounds of porn videos playing on his computer.
At night, when she lay awake in her bed knowing that her son was tossing and turning in the grips of insomnia just down the hall, Julia had sometimes got up and silently stood out of his bedroom, looking at the light filtering under his door and pressing her ear to the wood. Unfailingly, she would hear Mike’s groans as he jacked off over and over again. What worried her was not the fact that he was masturbating, but rather the absence of pleasure in his voice. He actually seemed to be sighing and sobbing dejectedly when he reached his peak, instead of moaning in delightful release.
One night, determined to discover just how serious the situation was, Julia stood outside Mike’s room for almost an hour. Going as far as to carefully open the door just a crack so she could peek inside, the baffled mother watched her son fist his big cock to three subsequent orgasms, all of them apparently joyless, judging by his facial expression and glum vocalizations. All the while, Julia watched slack-jawed as Mike jacked off, cumming all over his abdomen and chest. After each peak, he slowed his motions but kept stroking himself until he was hard again, mindlessly repeating the whole sequence until he came, whimpering Shelly’s name while shedding bitter tears.
That night, as she squirmed restlessly in her bed, Julia couldn’t stop picturing Mike lying on his back and automatically jacking off over and over again. It wasn’t the first time she had seen Mike’s penis, but she had never seen it fully erect before, let alone throbbing and spurting those thick long ribbons of pearly white cum. Conflicting emotions kept Julia awake. First and foremost, there was worry. What Mike was doing wasn’t natural nor healthy. He wasn’t just seeking release anymore, but masturbating compulsively while taking no joy in the act. This wasn’t good at all, Julia thought, realizing she needed to intervene somehow, soon.
As she pondered though, the image of Mike’s fat veiny dick and those massive loads of creamy seed jetting out of his slick purple glans kept flashing before her eyes. He was so big, long and thick, just like his late father had been. He also looked more and more like a young version of Julia’s deceased husband Ron, with his brown hair, dark green eyes and handsome yet kind face. Julia tried to get to sleep, to no use. She just couldn’t dispel the mental images of her son’s toned youthful body, his cock jutting proudly upwards, throbbing and still plump even after he shot his load in the air, sending his abundant sperm splattering all over his chest, leaving streaks of milky cum to dribble down along his well-defined abs.
Seamlessly shifting from concerned mother brooding over her heartbroken son to aroused woman thinking about a handsome young stud, Julia found herself fantasizing about Mike. The vivid memory of his raging boner just wouldn’t leave her alone. She gasped and shook her head as she was hit in full by the realization that she was having sexy thoughts about her own son. Yet, that forbidden thought sent a thrill through her voluptuous frame. Her body spoke a language of its own, one that Julia knew very well how to interpret. Her pussy was wet, her face was flushed, she was tingly all over and aching to be touched, to be kissed, to be taken and filled and made love to until she would scream out in climax. There was no denying it: her son turned her on.
Breathing hard, feeling drunk on inexplicable and unprecedented lust, Julia reached for the dildo she kept in her nightstand. Closing her eyes and allowing her excitement to take over completely, she let her dirty thoughts flow as she pressed the glans-shaped head of the plastic toy against her puffy, engorged labia. She was so soaked that the sizable dildo slid inside her pussy in one smooth gliding push. Purring, spreading her shapely legs wide open, the horny mother pumped the dildo in and out of her gushing hole in a increasingly faster rhythm. With her other hand feverishly working her clit, Julia fucked herself as she recollected her son’s masturbatory session. Her first orgasm hit her surprisingly fast, sending warm waves of delight rippling outwards from her quivering pussy.
Overcharged rather than sated, her mind awash with deliciously naughty thoughts about her handsome and well-hung son, Julia kept diddling her clit and stuffing the dildo up her needy cunt for a long time that night. At some point, high on lust like she hadn’t been in years, she reached into her nightstand drawer and grabbed a slim tapered vibrator. After licking its silver surface until it was glossy with saliva, Julia brushed the toy along her dripping labia, coating it in her vaginal secretions. Panting, Julia pressed the vibrator against her winking sphincter and carefully eased it into her anus. Her tight little rosebud was so drenched in her dribbling pussy juices and she was so rabidly horny that she had no problem taking the second dildo inside her shivering body.
With both her holes stuffed and her clit humming in constant pleasure under her frigging fingertips, the overexcited mother brought herself to climax after climax, moaning and biting her luscious lips not to scream out in pleasure, until she finally lay limp and panting, so drained that she was barely able to reach for the bedside lamp to turn it off before falling asleep.
Waking up the next morning, Julia felt refreshed and well-rested, albeit a bit conflicted. In the cold light of day the events of the previous night seemed like a blur to her. A wonderful, delightfully erotic blur. Still, she couldn’t ignore the simple truth of the matter: her son was ultimately the reason why she had cum like a wanton whore, experiencing pleasure like nothing she had felt for a very, very long time. It was ridiculous to deny it: all through her masturbatory session, Julia had kept fantasizing about her boy, expanding the images of Mike fisting his cock into hotter scenarios, wishing it was his thick throbbing meat pumping her holes instead of the cold, lifeless toys.
That thought still made her legs shake and sent her heart all aflutter. A mother getting fucked by her son… It was such a hot, powerful notion. Its inherently taboo nature only made it more enticing.
Even as she went through the sobering motions of her morning routine, making breakfast and drinking coffee as she watched Mike pick at his food and then glumly leave for school, Julia couldn’t bring herself to feel guilty about her forbidden fantasies. She was not exactly comfortable with it all, but she simply didn’t feel bad about it. In fact, she still felt pleasantly buzzed. All through the day, a whirl of incestuous scenarios played out over and over in Julia’s mind, her excitement barely contained by her dutiful attempts to rationalize her surging desires toward her son.