10-05-2022, 04:21 PM
"I hope you're serious because I like that arrangement," he said, flashing another smile. "Maybe we can start now? I'm feeling pent up again."
Karen was shocked. "Again? After all you came last night and this morning?"
"Like I said, that's normal for me. I could really use your hand for another round of relief."
Tom didn't wait for his mother's reply before pulling down his shorts and underwear to reveal his semi-erect cock in their living room, while the late-afternoon sun was shining through the windows.
"Put that thing away before someone outside sees you!"
He shrugged off her worries. "What's the big deal? We could just close the curtains and no one would know."
"What have I created?" she joked. "I had no idea anyone could be so sexually active; your father definitely wasn't."
"You haven't created anything," he playfully replied. "I've always been a horny little bastard. But what you did yesterday was kind of like giving alcohol to someone genetically dispositioned to be an alcoholic. It's the same equivalence. You got me hooked. This is technically your fault, mom."
She sighed, "I guess I'm finding out the downside of paying for that expensive education of yours, aren't I? You're becoming too smart for your own good, young man."
"The way I see it, we both have the same mutual-masturbation fetish anyway. So what's the harm?"
Karen paused and gave her son a stern motherly look. "Well, I guess there's no point in arguing anymore. Plus, I suppose it's not a bad way to unwind after a stressful day at work. Close the curtains and I'll take care of that hard-on for you."
Before those last words could escape her lips, Tom ran over to the windows with his penis flopping around and closed the curtains.
"That was fast," Karen noted.
Tom pulled off his t-shirt to get naked and he sat on the couch. "This is way better than getting presents on Christmas. Why wouldn't I be fast?"
"Your youthful enthusiasm never gets old," she replied with a loving smile. "You know, I didn't expect things to unfold like this, but I suppose there's no harm in enjoying it."
Karen put one hand on her business jacket, pinching the bottom button, and another hand on top of the zipper to her pants.
"Breasts or vagina? It's your choice, and you can only pick one," she said to him.
"Can't I see both of them at the same time?"
"Nope, don't forget that I'm still your mother, not your girlfriend or your plaything. There's got to be boundaries here."
"Your pussy then," he replied. "And since you're showing only one thing, do you think you could at least throw in a bonus for me? You set a high bar this morning."
"Fine. I'll use my mouth again."
"I was thinking a little more than that. Maybe you could let me... go inside?"
"Excuse me?" she replied with a stunned tone. "I most certainly will not have sex with you, young man. Despite everything we've done, I am still your..."
"I know, I know, mom. It doesn't exactly have to be sex. Just think of it as you giving me a handjob like earlier today, but instead of using your hand, it'll be with your vagina instead. Think about it. A handjob with your vagina."
She gave her son a puzzled, yet playful look, as she attempted to decode what he had just said.
Karen was shocked. "Again? After all you came last night and this morning?"
"Like I said, that's normal for me. I could really use your hand for another round of relief."
Tom didn't wait for his mother's reply before pulling down his shorts and underwear to reveal his semi-erect cock in their living room, while the late-afternoon sun was shining through the windows.
"Put that thing away before someone outside sees you!"
He shrugged off her worries. "What's the big deal? We could just close the curtains and no one would know."
"What have I created?" she joked. "I had no idea anyone could be so sexually active; your father definitely wasn't."
"You haven't created anything," he playfully replied. "I've always been a horny little bastard. But what you did yesterday was kind of like giving alcohol to someone genetically dispositioned to be an alcoholic. It's the same equivalence. You got me hooked. This is technically your fault, mom."
She sighed, "I guess I'm finding out the downside of paying for that expensive education of yours, aren't I? You're becoming too smart for your own good, young man."
"The way I see it, we both have the same mutual-masturbation fetish anyway. So what's the harm?"
Karen paused and gave her son a stern motherly look. "Well, I guess there's no point in arguing anymore. Plus, I suppose it's not a bad way to unwind after a stressful day at work. Close the curtains and I'll take care of that hard-on for you."
Before those last words could escape her lips, Tom ran over to the windows with his penis flopping around and closed the curtains.
"That was fast," Karen noted.
Tom pulled off his t-shirt to get naked and he sat on the couch. "This is way better than getting presents on Christmas. Why wouldn't I be fast?"
"Your youthful enthusiasm never gets old," she replied with a loving smile. "You know, I didn't expect things to unfold like this, but I suppose there's no harm in enjoying it."
Karen put one hand on her business jacket, pinching the bottom button, and another hand on top of the zipper to her pants.
"Breasts or vagina? It's your choice, and you can only pick one," she said to him.
"Can't I see both of them at the same time?"
"Nope, don't forget that I'm still your mother, not your girlfriend or your plaything. There's got to be boundaries here."
"Your pussy then," he replied. "And since you're showing only one thing, do you think you could at least throw in a bonus for me? You set a high bar this morning."
"Fine. I'll use my mouth again."
"I was thinking a little more than that. Maybe you could let me... go inside?"
"Excuse me?" she replied with a stunned tone. "I most certainly will not have sex with you, young man. Despite everything we've done, I am still your..."
"I know, I know, mom. It doesn't exactly have to be sex. Just think of it as you giving me a handjob like earlier today, but instead of using your hand, it'll be with your vagina instead. Think about it. A handjob with your vagina."
She gave her son a puzzled, yet playful look, as she attempted to decode what he had just said.
जिंदगी की राहों में रंजो गम के मेले हैं.
भीड़ है क़यामत की फिर भी हम अकेले हैं.