Mother masturbates exhibitionist son

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His mother’s face lit up. She smiled her wonderful smile at him. He knew she would be able to see his buttocks in the mirror and she could see most of his genitals now. She was staring unabashed. There was a look a rapture he had never seen on her face before.

She took hold of his upper arm and moved it away so his erect penis swung clear from his hand. They stood there in this pose for breathless moments.

‘My, my’ she said at last and lifted a dainty hand to cover her mouth. Brett’s mother always kept her hands well-manicured. She filed the nails into elegant tips and applied clear nail varnish. They were small feminine hands.

‘Are you going to shower or not dear?’ she said after sometime.

Brett didn’t answer at first. He couldn’t. He just stared at her and felt a flow of precum leave his penis, both him and his mother watched it slowly drip out.

Brett somehow found the ability to move his legs and turned back towards the shower. His backside was now on full view to her. He felt her hands on his shoulders as she pressed up against him.

‘Your shoulders have really filled out. They are toned and strong.’ Her hands moved off his shoulders and down his back and eventually across his buttocks. She took them in her hands giving them a squeeze.

‘These are so firm’ she giggled. Brett couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t comprehend that his mother had just stroked his back and grabbed his backside. He felt her finger trace down his spine and then slip until she found his butt crack. She hesitated there momentarily and then moved her well-manicured fingers all the way down until they were resting on his anus. Brett felt his whole body twitch and tingle. And then her hand slipped around under him and gripped his balls.

‘Your father really is a boar, thoughtless and selfish’ she said to him. ‘But you are so sweet and considerate. Being close to you like this makes me feel so good. I am so proud of what a man you have become’.

Brett didn’t know what to say. He stood there with his blood pumping loudly in his ears. His whole being was quivering.

‘Do you mind if I touch you dear?’

‘No…no. Of course not.’

‘Will you share with me what you are feeling? When I take hold of you like this…’ he felt her filed nails dig into his ballsack ‘…do you feel shy? Does it make you feel good?’ In that moment Brett was overcome with sexual energy and felt as though he would ejaculate any second. Just when he thought he would erupt she pulled down hard on his balls, pulling them away from his body. The exquisite pain brought him back from the brink.

‘Talk to me dear’

Brett opened up and shared his longing for her to touch him. He told her that he wanted to physically connect in the same way they emotionally connected. She told him that was very pleased to hear that. She said he was a very good boy. She slipped her hand around his penis and began to vigorously pump. Her nails dug into his flesh. She bent his dick up towards his stomach and then pulled it downwards hard so that he felt that it must surely break. Precum splashed out over fingers. Brett cried out. He was beyond all self control and new that he couldn’t last much longer. He hadn’t expected her to be so rough. He had expected her to be timid, to be conservative. But this new wild sexual being had emerged and he loved every violent pump. As he thought he would finally cum he felt her finger expertly inserted into his anus. It went straight in with almost no preamble. He felt her dive deep inside him until she pressed down on something indescribable. It immediately stopped his orgasm his whole body convulsed.

‘Not so fast’ she said turning him around. ‘I want this load in my mouth.’ Brett couldn’t believe he had just heard his mother say that. This was the modest prudish woman who had never really spoken about sex or bodily functions openly. She was now inches away from his engorged penis. She was a sexual creature after all. Under that conformist persona was a woman capable of erotic fantasies akin to some of Brett’s most depraved thoughts. She too has lusted after this he thought. His mouth had gone completely dry and his left leg and was shaking out of nerves and excitement. When he turned around she had fallen to her knees in front of him. Her elegant make-up, pearl necklace and pressed blouse were incongruous with her wide gaping mouth. She gripped Brett’s penis with both hands and in two quick strokes he came.

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