“Bobby, you have to do the rest yourself from here on out,” she said, “I don’t want you to look back at this and see it as something I talked you into or made you do. If you want to continue, knowing full well I’m standing right next to you, then now is the time. Just pull your underwear down to your knees and get busy.”
She kept rubbing me, but her touch was lighter now and she seemed to be softly concentrating on my neck. It seemed like an eternity, but I know it was only a few seconds before I made the final decision. It seemed like I was moving in slow motion as my hands went to the waistband of my cotton briefs and pushed them down. I felt my cock sway out and back as I bent to push them all the way down.
Standing there with my cock obviously in full view of my mother, a flood of pleasure engulfed me as I imagined what I must look like…. my pants around my ankles and my undies pulled down to my knees, just as she told me to do….. I felt so proud standing there…. my hard cock straining up, pointing toward the ceiling….. OMG!! Was she looking at my cock? I hoped so. I couldn’t bear to open my eyes, but the soft gasp that escaped her lips told me she was indeed looking.
Her words were very soft in my ear as she said “Remember, no matter what happens, just keep your eyes closed…. Go ahead now, Bobby, you know what to do. Just do what feels good.”
I reached out and took my cock in my right hand and started stroking it. What a rush this was, masturbating in front of my mom while she’s holding used panties to my nose. I stroked myself slowly at first, stopping every now and then to grasp my cock tightly and point it over toward her…. was she looking? Could she tell I was trying to hold it out and show her?
“Feel the tip of your penis, Bobby…. all the way at the end.” She said. “Feel that slippery wet stuff?” I felt the end of my cock and sure enough, it was wet. I felt the consistency, rubbing it between my thumb and first finger, realizing what it was.
“See,” she said, “Open your eyes for a minute and see how much is there.”
I opened my eyes and looked down as she pulled the panties away from my nose. Rubbing the tip of my swollen cock head, I turned to look at her. The look on my mother’s face took my breath away. Her gaze was way beyond staring and she was slowly leaning down….. her head getting closer and closer to my cock until she stopped about 18 inches from it.
Finally, she turned her head up to look at me. We stared at each other for a few seconds until she raised herself back up and repositioned the panties under my nose so I got a fresh whiff of pussy. “You’re doing fine, Bobby. Don’t hold back now, we don’t have a lot of time. Close your eyes again and enjoy this. Go all the way. I know you want to.”
I felt her shift her weight into me a little, pressing my left arm between her breasts as she snuggled me into her. I heard her take a sharp intake of breath as I grasped tightly around my cock and milked it to make more precum come out. I held my cock out deliberately for a few seconds and jutted my hips forward for the sole purpose of letting her see it and I wondered if she was enjoying this as much as I was. My mind wandered as I thought about what she was thinking as she watched me. I grew harder at the thought of her getting turned on….. of her maybe even touching me…. my cock surged and I felt my fingers dripping with the thick precum.
Playing with the pre-cum, I discovered I was leaking liberally and I could completely coat the head of my cock. “It’s so slippery and there’s so much.” I said, moaning my first real words since we sat at the table where I confessed my masturbatory habits.
She leaned close to my ear and in a very soft whisper she said “Hmm, yes, I see. I think I’ve got you beat, though.”
Whoa! Did I hear that correctly? Unbelievable! My mother is wet? Right now? Watching me? She’s wet? Oh, man…. How much would I give to see that? In fact, how much would I give to see her in her wet panties? Or to have her wet panties? Or watch her masturbate? Or see her naked? To see her pussy? This was so unbelievable… so hot letting her watch me masturbate and knowing she’s getting turned on, too.
My paced immediately picked up and I started stroking my hard cock with determination. My eyes were squinted and my hand started to fly over my steel. “What are you thinking about?” She asked.
My hand kept at it as she asked again “Bobby, tell me what you’re thinking right now? Don’t think of what to say, just tell me….. just say it…”
“You,” I blurted out, “you watching me do this….. your panties…. your wet panties, and your wet pussy… seeing you naked and watching you masturbate and letting me masturbate while I watch you…..” I was panting, gasping for breath and I knew I was starting to get close.
“Hmm,” she said, “So, you like me holding these panties for you to smell?”
I nodded my head up and down to say ‘Yes’.
“And you like me standing next to you and watching, don’t you?” She asked.
I managed to say “Yes” in between breaths and then she asked “Would you like me to watch you again sometime?”
Again I answered “Yes.”
“And you’re not embarrassed for Mommy to see you naked or masturbating?” She asked.
It was kind of a shock to hear her refer to herself as ‘Mommy’, but, it turned me on to hear her say it and I shook my head from side to side and said “No”.
“And your thinking about my panties right now,” she prompted, “and wondering if they are wet, aren’t you?”
“Oh, yeah… oh yeah.” I panted.
“And you want to see Mommy in her panties?” She asked.
I was stroking my cock at a fever pitch, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I spewed cum all over. “Yes, Yes….. Oooohhhhh, I’m starting to get close now, I can feel it…”
“You probably want to see me masturbate in my panties, don’t you…. and then take them off and hand them to you so you can smell my wetness while you look at Mommy’s pussy while you masturbate….. would you like that?”
“Oh, Mom,” I gasped for air, “Yes….. yes, I would really like that.”
She pushed the panties she was holding tighter against my nostrils and I took a big sniff in response. “Bobby, the panties under your nose are the same ones I was wearing the day I found the panties hidden in your drawer….. I was so wet that day, Bobby… I even touched myself wearing them….. I masturbated in the panties you are smelling right now. Do you like the way your Mommy smells?”
Her statement sent me directly over the edge. I began to moan as I felt the build up start to overpower me. “Oh yes….. oh yes… oh yes…. Oh, Mom…”
“Come on Bobby,” she said, “show me how you do it….. show me how you cum when you’re smelling my panties…. open your eyes now and make yourself cum.”
I opened my eyes and immediately looked at my mother standing just to the left of me. Her head was bent down staring at my cock. I couldn’t hold back any more as it began to erupt like a huge pressure bomb going off inside of me. My climax started literally at the tip of my cock and I could feel it brace itself for the explosion.
Round after round of cum spewed out, spraying all over the panties lying in front of me on the table. I felt it all over my cock… all over my hands…. on my legs and I saw stray drops fly her way, too.
It was the longest and strongest cum I had ever had up to that point in my life. She kept saying “Oh, Bobby… Oh, Bobby….. Oh, Bobby…” while I was spraying everything in sight with my cum. I was both embarrassed and proud of the volume of cum I produced, but seeing the look on her face as the last few jets of cum shot out, all the embarrassment faded as I sensed that she was pleased.
When my eruption was done and the cum was just dribbling out of my cock, and she guided me to one of the chairs we sat in earlier. “Just relax now, Sweetheart…. close your eyes and try to catch your breath. Let Mommy clean you up……”