1. the Night Whispers Index -1


    Date: 9/10/2015, Categories: First Time, Mature, Taboo, Author: stif266, Rating: 91, Source: xHamster

    further as I dished out penne and sauce. I knew my son was mature enough to grow erect at most everything, but I was uncomfortable seeing it so obvious in front of me. I cleared my throat, hoping to also clear away the lingering thoughts I had about how my son might have changed down there since I'd last seen him naked when he was about eleven. Then, he'd been small and underdeveloped, now ... it was clear his genitals had matured along with the rest of him. I cleared my throat again, and tried to get on with serving dinner. While he alternated shoveling pasta into his mouth and operating the controller, I read quietly on a chair nearby. I couldn't help noticing that my son regularly adjusted his crotch. I knew most men did that without a thought, but it just made me more aware of his maturing body and the fact that his penis appeared to stay hard as he ate and played games. It became very distracting and I moved up to my room to avoid thinking on it too much. I don't know why it lingered so strongly, though. I had never, I mean never, thought about my son or his privates that way before. I wasn't even sure what I was thinking in those moments. It wasn't really sexual, more of an awareness that I'd not had, an understanding that my son was sexually mature and now had urges which might lead him to have sex with a young woman very soon, if he hadn't already. It made me uncomfortable, and not just because I thought he was too young. I was all-to-aware of my own reaction when I ...
    felt wetness slide down my thigh. I reached a hand under the edge of my yoga pants and found my panties soaking and warm. I didn't recall becoming aroused, but I'd clearly creamed myself at some point. I tried to believe it was just a random thing, that seeing my son's erection pushing out his shorts had not brought it on, and for a moment, I slowly masturbated pretending I'd seen nothing of the sort. But the longer I touched myself, the more I let those images run through my mind. I wondered how big he was, whether he had ever had anyone touch him there. I became excited against my will, unable to stop playing with my pussy as I imagined what it might sound like for Dex to feel fingers or a hand, or even a wet vagina, sliding down his cock. I muffled my cries as I orgasmed strongly to those thoughts. I let myself flush with pleasure a full twenty seconds before shame and guilt crashed in. I'd just masturbated thinking about my own son! Even as my cunt drooled fresh juices into my panties, I denied that I had even considered such things, pretending that it was just loneliness and the lack of sexual partners which had prompted those moments of i****tuous exploration. I really needed to get laid. That much was obvious. I pulled off my clothes and slid into my robe, tying it tight across my waist. Dexter was coming up the stairs as I came out of my room. I averted my eyes, not wanting him to see that I was flushed with pleasure and shame from thinking about him sexually. I tossed ...
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