Masturbating While Watching Our Son Mow The Yard
The week after I was dog stripped my sexual needs kicked into over drive.
Howwee gave up on Wednesday. I had fucked him into submission. His cock was sore, and the last time he came it was nothing more than a few drops. What I both wanted and needed was teenage cock. I was angry and vented.
"I shouldn't have to leave the house to get cock. It's your job to see to it that I'm taken care of and if you aren't man enough to do the job I'll find someone who can. And you're leaving next week what am I supposed to do then?"
"You've got a small fortune wrapped up in your toys use them."
"It's not the same."
Neither of us was happy and nothing was settled.
On the Saturday following being stripped by my dog I donned a wife beater tee shirt, and nothing else. The tee shirt was a size too small, but an extra long so it covered my ass. My nipples were visible. I cleaned until ten when I awakened my son telling him breakfast would be ready in fifteen, and he needed to mow the yard. I slipped on a pair of high heels and was at the range when he sat down at the kitchen table.
"How's the most beautiful mom in the world?"
"Thank you honey, but you still have to mow and trim the yard."
"That's not why I said it mom. Mom?"
"What honey?"
"Are you naked underneath your tee shirt?"
"Blake that's a horrible thing to ask your mother, and it's not my responsibility to tell you. It's up to you to figure out whether or not I have anything on under my tee shirt."
"Sorry mom, you're absolutely right."
He got up and moved behind me pressing his teenage cock against my fanny.
"Is that a Q-tip in your underwear or are you just glad to see me?"
"That's some really funny shit mom."
"Ah did I hurt my baby's feelings? Let mommy give you a kiss and make it all better."
"You're going to kiss my Q-tip?"
"No smart ass, and now you may not get any kiss at all."
His hands moved to my breasts as his tongue licked the back of my neck. His fingers found my nipples. They were pinched and pulled making me forget his breakfast for a moment. I whimpered with need, but knew there was nothing either one of us could do about it. When Howwee pinched my nipples I made him stop, but I didn't care if my son abused them all day. It drove me crazy. He was my baby and I'd do anything to make him happy.
He spun me around to face him, and filled his hands again, but this time with the cheeks of my naked ass. I would have let him kiss me forever if he hadn't stopped leaving me panting and aroused. He knew just how close I was to climaxing. What a brat.
I sat on a stool at the island drinking coffee while we chatted and he devoured his breakfast. I crossed my legs so he could get a clear view of my pussy. He was flawless. I knew he shaved his muscled chest, and trimmed his pubic area as well. I had pulled his covers back when he was sleeping more than once. Fair was fair he'd done the same thing to me.
What set me apart and put me in the really horrible mother category were the pictures.
I had about two dozens pictures of my son sleeping. He looked like an angel with a big cock. I was disappointed the first time I pulled the sheet back and discovered he slept in his Jockey boxers. The tight ones that showed off his bulge when he walked around the house. When I tried to pull them down he moved so I gave up for the evening.
I ran off high gloss hard copies of those I had taken, and used them when I masturbated. The thrill waned after a time, and I plotted a course that I hoped would bear fruit. Howwee was out of town for three nights. Explaining to my son that sooner or later he'd try alcohol regardless of our rules I'd decided we'd split a bottle of wine. Took no convincing with him telling me he thought that was a great idea.
In an attempt to at least appear to be educating him we went through how to use a corkscrew, making sure the cork hadn't leaked, and taking a whiff before accepting and consuming. Pleased to see that he had no tolerance for the wine. He got silly in a hurry, and after finishing his third glass he was drunk.
I helped him to his room and tucked him in although covering him with just the sheet. I went upstairs finished the wine, grabbed my camera and tried not to run back down to his bedroom. I heard a little snoring which I'd never heard him do before and my pulse raced because he was well and truly in a deep sleep.
There was no reaction when I pulled back the sheet, nor when I rolled him onto his back. Tugging carefully on his underwear first on one side and then on the other as I held my breath. There it was, and his pubic hair was trimmed. Some little bitch had sucked my son's cock I just knew it. I started taking pictures waiting after each one to make sure the flash hadn't caused him to stir.
I wanted pictures of his erect cock. I kissed and licked each of his nipples and still he continued to snore.
Now or never I thought. I licked his penis lightly while watching his face. Emboldened I became more aggressive until I took it in my hand and covered the head of his penis with my mouth. When that failed to elicit an interruption in his sleep pattern I engulfed my son's beautiful shaft and felt it start to harden. Much as I wanted to continue I stopped, slipped my soaked panties off and carefully placed them over his fore head and eyes before continuing to take pictures telling myself it would help lessen the impact of the camera flash.
Fully erect and slick with my saliva I experienced a rush that I normally associated with the onset of an orgasm. Such a simple task it would have been to straddle his waist and guide that slick teenage treasure into my mature muff. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.
After taking pictures from every conceivable angle I was ready to quit when I did a very male thing. As if taking pictures of a nude sleeping body wasn't. I got a ruler from his desk, and after making sure it was fully erect I measured my son's cock. Just a tad over seven inches long or already an inch longer than Howwee's.
I whimpered. The faucet between my legs was leaking badly. I slipped my robe off leaving me nude and was just about to play with my pussy when another deviant thought entered my mind. Very carefully I climbed onto his bed and laid down beside him. I clutched his hand and moved it towards my vagina. Using his index and middle finger I moved them to my swollen lips and rubbed them up and down my pussy.
Finger fuck me. I pushed them inside me. I moaned and couldn't stop myself when I whispered, "Oh baby that's it fuck mommy's pussy with your fingers...I'm so wet for you...play with me...oh it's so good...mommy's going to cum...cum on your fingers."
Too noisy...I was so close.
I removed my panties from his face and rubbed them around on his shaft before sticking them in my own mouth because it turned me on even more and hopefully would cover the noise I was sure to make when I climaxed.
The orgasm came quickly and with an intensity I'd felt only rarely in the past. I did not want to get up. I wanted to fall asleep next to him. Knowing I couldn't I rolled off his bed and was horrified at what I'd left behind. I might as well of peed in his bed. I grabbed several towels from the downstairs bathroom and did what I could to soak up the worst of the evidence. If, if, he didn't roll over during his slumber it would be dry by morning.
Getting his Jockey's back on proved a more daunting chore than removing them. I gave up and instead pulled them all the way off and dropped them right by his bed. Hopefully he'd think that in his drunken state he'd shed them himself and wouldn't give it a second thought.
It also gave me a chance to take a few more pictures. These showing him completely nude with a cock that was still all but totally charged. I masturbated once more in my martial bed with my favorite dildo before falling into my own deep, sexually sated dream land.
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He finished his breakfast, changed into a pair of basketball shorts and started mowing the yard. I retrieved an envelope from the laundry room (safe place because neither he nor Howwee ever entered that room) containing pictures of my son and moved out onto the deck.
The deck was built into the back of the house so the top was enclosed. It faced west so I'd had blinds installed that dropped down to the top of the railing. For the railing I'd have panels made that closed those off as well. We were able to see out but you couldn't see in unless it was dark out and we had the lights on. I spread six of his pictures out on the coffee table and sat down spreading my legs.
It would take him twenty-five minutes to mow the front and sides which he mowed first. It would take him twenty minutes to mow the back yard where I could watch him. His bare chest and back would be covered in sweat by the time he reached the backyard.
I played with myself in a relaxed manner not wanting to climax until I could see him.
There he was and he was so hot. Literally and figuratively. I pulled the tee shirt off and pulled on my nipples until it was painful, and then I pulled harder. I dropped my other hand to my soaked pussy and roughly finger fucked myself. I groaned, and talked about just what I wanted him to do to me.
Take me like a dog in the backyard.
That was another advantage to masturbating while he mowed. The sound of the mower covered any noise I might make. Sixty-three days. In sixty-three days he'd be sixteen. The age we'd (Howwee, myself and Blake) agreed upon that all barriers (provided we all were of one mind) would be dropped. Howwee was almost as excited as I was about Blake's coming birthday.
He'd be old enough to drive and fuck mature women. One of his friend's (several actually) were quite wealthy. The wife was a very good looking blond who spent way too much time talking to my son about things that were my responsibility. Their marriage was a little shaky (they did get divorced a few years later) and she suspected her hubby was getting some on the side. The bitch wanted my son's cock.
I moved from the chair and dropped onto all fours like the doggy bitch I was and came loudly shortly after. I was now a sweaty, satisfied, mess. I walked back into the house in just my high heels glancing at the kitchen table where I thought briefly about being ****d by four teenage studs.
I used the massage head in the shower to cum again. I called Howwee to find out when he'd be coming home letting him know that I needed a hard cock as soon as possible. His response was less than enthusiastic, but he didn't say no.
Dressed in a mini skirt and tank top I headed downstairs to my son's bedroom. Blake had showered and was watching television in his bedroom when I knocked on the door. All he had on was his Jockeys and they were doing little to hide what lurked within.
I told him I was going dress shopping. The dress I would wear when we all went out to celebrate his up coming birthday. Did he have any input as to what I should be looking for?
He told me it didn't matter because I'd be gorgeous regardless of the dress. Told him that was sweet but this might be his only chance to offer an opinion, and I was after all buying it for him. Seriously he asked. I assured him I was deeply interested in what he'd like to see me wearing. He popped off his bed and headed to the downstairs office which held the computer he used.
After firing it up he opened a folder revealing numerous thumbnails of non-nude women all wearing slinky outfits.
"Promise you won't get mad?"
"Of course not I'm the one who asked."
He went about selecting his top five picks. Lord they all had one thing in common, they showed a ton of flesh.
"Do you have a favorite?" I asked.
Without hesitating he pointed to a very short black dress with an oblong keyhole design in the front that would not allow me to wear a bra and would leave a large portion of the insides of my boobs exposed. I wasn't twenty years old anymore, and my breasts had succumbed a bit to the effects of gravity.
"Well I'm not sure you'd be happy with the results but I'll see what I can find."
"Mom I'd rather the dress was red, and you wore matching thigh highs, and panties with your red high heels."
Why couldn't he have put some clothes on? Why couldn't I think of something besides sex? I'd just finished cuming twice within the last hour. I would have been happy if I could have just massaged his chest and abs.
I knew that was a lie as well because I'd have just wanted more. I'd caught him masturbating in this very room on three different occasions. The first time had been an accident, after that I tried to catch him.
Telling him I'd do my best I leaned down to give him a kiss good-by. He pulled me onto his lap his left hand on the back of my neck, his right resting near the top of my thighs my mini skirt having risen to near my panties. The kiss was on my lips, not my cheek. His tongue sought entry into my mouth and I willingly complied. It darted in and out, and in and out very quickly.
I didn't have to ask if he knew what he was doing had a name.
He'd tongue fucked me.
"I love you."
I was his girlfriend. Not I love you mom, or love ya mom.
"I love you so much baby."
Move your hand up. Touch me there. Push my panties aside and finger me. But of course he didn't instead he gave me a push, and a playful smack on my bottom wishing me good luck with my shopping. Then he crushed me when he let me know he was going to the movies later a double date number with one of his Barbie Dolls.
This one was a senior in high school. My first thought was this older girl would be taking advantage of my son and then realized I was far worse than she.
When Howwee and I had sex that evening we role played and he was Blake.
Howwee gave up on Wednesday. I had fucked him into submission. His cock was sore, and the last time he came it was nothing more than a few drops. What I both wanted and needed was teenage cock. I was angry and vented.
"I shouldn't have to leave the house to get cock. It's your job to see to it that I'm taken care of and if you aren't man enough to do the job I'll find someone who can. And you're leaving next week what am I supposed to do then?"
"You've got a small fortune wrapped up in your toys use them."
"It's not the same."
Neither of us was happy and nothing was settled.
On the Saturday following being stripped by my dog I donned a wife beater tee shirt, and nothing else. The tee shirt was a size too small, but an extra long so it covered my ass. My nipples were visible. I cleaned until ten when I awakened my son telling him breakfast would be ready in fifteen, and he needed to mow the yard. I slipped on a pair of high heels and was at the range when he sat down at the kitchen table.
"How's the most beautiful mom in the world?"
"Thank you honey, but you still have to mow and trim the yard."
"That's not why I said it mom. Mom?"
"What honey?"
"Are you naked underneath your tee shirt?"
"Blake that's a horrible thing to ask your mother, and it's not my responsibility to tell you. It's up to you to figure out whether or not I have anything on under my tee shirt."
"Sorry mom, you're absolutely right."
He got up and moved behind me pressing his teenage cock against my fanny.
"Is that a Q-tip in your underwear or are you just glad to see me?"
"That's some really funny shit mom."
"Ah did I hurt my baby's feelings? Let mommy give you a kiss and make it all better."
"You're going to kiss my Q-tip?"
"No smart ass, and now you may not get any kiss at all."
His hands moved to my breasts as his tongue licked the back of my neck. His fingers found my nipples. They were pinched and pulled making me forget his breakfast for a moment. I whimpered with need, but knew there was nothing either one of us could do about it. When Howwee pinched my nipples I made him stop, but I didn't care if my son abused them all day. It drove me crazy. He was my baby and I'd do anything to make him happy.
He spun me around to face him, and filled his hands again, but this time with the cheeks of my naked ass. I would have let him kiss me forever if he hadn't stopped leaving me panting and aroused. He knew just how close I was to climaxing. What a brat.
I sat on a stool at the island drinking coffee while we chatted and he devoured his breakfast. I crossed my legs so he could get a clear view of my pussy. He was flawless. I knew he shaved his muscled chest, and trimmed his pubic area as well. I had pulled his covers back when he was sleeping more than once. Fair was fair he'd done the same thing to me.
What set me apart and put me in the really horrible mother category were the pictures.
I had about two dozens pictures of my son sleeping. He looked like an angel with a big cock. I was disappointed the first time I pulled the sheet back and discovered he slept in his Jockey boxers. The tight ones that showed off his bulge when he walked around the house. When I tried to pull them down he moved so I gave up for the evening.
I ran off high gloss hard copies of those I had taken, and used them when I masturbated. The thrill waned after a time, and I plotted a course that I hoped would bear fruit. Howwee was out of town for three nights. Explaining to my son that sooner or later he'd try alcohol regardless of our rules I'd decided we'd split a bottle of wine. Took no convincing with him telling me he thought that was a great idea.
In an attempt to at least appear to be educating him we went through how to use a corkscrew, making sure the cork hadn't leaked, and taking a whiff before accepting and consuming. Pleased to see that he had no tolerance for the wine. He got silly in a hurry, and after finishing his third glass he was drunk.
I helped him to his room and tucked him in although covering him with just the sheet. I went upstairs finished the wine, grabbed my camera and tried not to run back down to his bedroom. I heard a little snoring which I'd never heard him do before and my pulse raced because he was well and truly in a deep sleep.
There was no reaction when I pulled back the sheet, nor when I rolled him onto his back. Tugging carefully on his underwear first on one side and then on the other as I held my breath. There it was, and his pubic hair was trimmed. Some little bitch had sucked my son's cock I just knew it. I started taking pictures waiting after each one to make sure the flash hadn't caused him to stir.
I wanted pictures of his erect cock. I kissed and licked each of his nipples and still he continued to snore.
Now or never I thought. I licked his penis lightly while watching his face. Emboldened I became more aggressive until I took it in my hand and covered the head of his penis with my mouth. When that failed to elicit an interruption in his sleep pattern I engulfed my son's beautiful shaft and felt it start to harden. Much as I wanted to continue I stopped, slipped my soaked panties off and carefully placed them over his fore head and eyes before continuing to take pictures telling myself it would help lessen the impact of the camera flash.
Fully erect and slick with my saliva I experienced a rush that I normally associated with the onset of an orgasm. Such a simple task it would have been to straddle his waist and guide that slick teenage treasure into my mature muff. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.
After taking pictures from every conceivable angle I was ready to quit when I did a very male thing. As if taking pictures of a nude sleeping body wasn't. I got a ruler from his desk, and after making sure it was fully erect I measured my son's cock. Just a tad over seven inches long or already an inch longer than Howwee's.
I whimpered. The faucet between my legs was leaking badly. I slipped my robe off leaving me nude and was just about to play with my pussy when another deviant thought entered my mind. Very carefully I climbed onto his bed and laid down beside him. I clutched his hand and moved it towards my vagina. Using his index and middle finger I moved them to my swollen lips and rubbed them up and down my pussy.
Finger fuck me. I pushed them inside me. I moaned and couldn't stop myself when I whispered, "Oh baby that's it fuck mommy's pussy with your fingers...I'm so wet for you...play with me...oh it's so good...mommy's going to cum...cum on your fingers."
Too noisy...I was so close.
I removed my panties from his face and rubbed them around on his shaft before sticking them in my own mouth because it turned me on even more and hopefully would cover the noise I was sure to make when I climaxed.
The orgasm came quickly and with an intensity I'd felt only rarely in the past. I did not want to get up. I wanted to fall asleep next to him. Knowing I couldn't I rolled off his bed and was horrified at what I'd left behind. I might as well of peed in his bed. I grabbed several towels from the downstairs bathroom and did what I could to soak up the worst of the evidence. If, if, he didn't roll over during his slumber it would be dry by morning.
Getting his Jockey's back on proved a more daunting chore than removing them. I gave up and instead pulled them all the way off and dropped them right by his bed. Hopefully he'd think that in his drunken state he'd shed them himself and wouldn't give it a second thought.
It also gave me a chance to take a few more pictures. These showing him completely nude with a cock that was still all but totally charged. I masturbated once more in my martial bed with my favorite dildo before falling into my own deep, sexually sated dream land.
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He finished his breakfast, changed into a pair of basketball shorts and started mowing the yard. I retrieved an envelope from the laundry room (safe place because neither he nor Howwee ever entered that room) containing pictures of my son and moved out onto the deck.
The deck was built into the back of the house so the top was enclosed. It faced west so I'd had blinds installed that dropped down to the top of the railing. For the railing I'd have panels made that closed those off as well. We were able to see out but you couldn't see in unless it was dark out and we had the lights on. I spread six of his pictures out on the coffee table and sat down spreading my legs.
It would take him twenty-five minutes to mow the front and sides which he mowed first. It would take him twenty minutes to mow the back yard where I could watch him. His bare chest and back would be covered in sweat by the time he reached the backyard.
I played with myself in a relaxed manner not wanting to climax until I could see him.
There he was and he was so hot. Literally and figuratively. I pulled the tee shirt off and pulled on my nipples until it was painful, and then I pulled harder. I dropped my other hand to my soaked pussy and roughly finger fucked myself. I groaned, and talked about just what I wanted him to do to me.
Take me like a dog in the backyard.
That was another advantage to masturbating while he mowed. The sound of the mower covered any noise I might make. Sixty-three days. In sixty-three days he'd be sixteen. The age we'd (Howwee, myself and Blake) agreed upon that all barriers (provided we all were of one mind) would be dropped. Howwee was almost as excited as I was about Blake's coming birthday.
He'd be old enough to drive and fuck mature women. One of his friend's (several actually) were quite wealthy. The wife was a very good looking blond who spent way too much time talking to my son about things that were my responsibility. Their marriage was a little shaky (they did get divorced a few years later) and she suspected her hubby was getting some on the side. The bitch wanted my son's cock.
I moved from the chair and dropped onto all fours like the doggy bitch I was and came loudly shortly after. I was now a sweaty, satisfied, mess. I walked back into the house in just my high heels glancing at the kitchen table where I thought briefly about being ****d by four teenage studs.
I used the massage head in the shower to cum again. I called Howwee to find out when he'd be coming home letting him know that I needed a hard cock as soon as possible. His response was less than enthusiastic, but he didn't say no.
Dressed in a mini skirt and tank top I headed downstairs to my son's bedroom. Blake had showered and was watching television in his bedroom when I knocked on the door. All he had on was his Jockeys and they were doing little to hide what lurked within.
I told him I was going dress shopping. The dress I would wear when we all went out to celebrate his up coming birthday. Did he have any input as to what I should be looking for?
He told me it didn't matter because I'd be gorgeous regardless of the dress. Told him that was sweet but this might be his only chance to offer an opinion, and I was after all buying it for him. Seriously he asked. I assured him I was deeply interested in what he'd like to see me wearing. He popped off his bed and headed to the downstairs office which held the computer he used.
After firing it up he opened a folder revealing numerous thumbnails of non-nude women all wearing slinky outfits.
"Promise you won't get mad?"
"Of course not I'm the one who asked."
He went about selecting his top five picks. Lord they all had one thing in common, they showed a ton of flesh.
"Do you have a favorite?" I asked.
Without hesitating he pointed to a very short black dress with an oblong keyhole design in the front that would not allow me to wear a bra and would leave a large portion of the insides of my boobs exposed. I wasn't twenty years old anymore, and my breasts had succumbed a bit to the effects of gravity.
"Well I'm not sure you'd be happy with the results but I'll see what I can find."
"Mom I'd rather the dress was red, and you wore matching thigh highs, and panties with your red high heels."
Why couldn't he have put some clothes on? Why couldn't I think of something besides sex? I'd just finished cuming twice within the last hour. I would have been happy if I could have just massaged his chest and abs.
I knew that was a lie as well because I'd have just wanted more. I'd caught him masturbating in this very room on three different occasions. The first time had been an accident, after that I tried to catch him.
Telling him I'd do my best I leaned down to give him a kiss good-by. He pulled me onto his lap his left hand on the back of my neck, his right resting near the top of my thighs my mini skirt having risen to near my panties. The kiss was on my lips, not my cheek. His tongue sought entry into my mouth and I willingly complied. It darted in and out, and in and out very quickly.
I didn't have to ask if he knew what he was doing had a name.
He'd tongue fucked me.
"I love you."
I was his girlfriend. Not I love you mom, or love ya mom.
"I love you so much baby."
Move your hand up. Touch me there. Push my panties aside and finger me. But of course he didn't instead he gave me a push, and a playful smack on my bottom wishing me good luck with my shopping. Then he crushed me when he let me know he was going to the movies later a double date number with one of his Barbie Dolls.
This one was a senior in high school. My first thought was this older girl would be taking advantage of my son and then realized I was far worse than she.
When Howwee and I had sex that evening we role played and he was Blake.
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