My son man and his hormones
My name is Veronika, I turned forty this year and have been divorced from my husband Herwig for five years. We have a son together named Jonas. He lives with me and we have a very harmonious and intimate relationship. I haven’t really had any great intimate contact with men since the divorce, although there would be no shortage of opportunities and offers.
My son was a good boy
I have half-length blond-brown straight hair and a feminine and good figure for my age with large breasts. I probably seem a bit younger than I am, which is not only due to my appearance, but also to my bright and vital nature. Very well. My son Jonas turned eighteen three months ago and is an exceptionally good boy. Parties do not interest him at all and he is not a daredevil. He actually entered puberty uncharacteristically late, still playing with his remote control cars at fifteen. He does not have a girlfriend. I don’t know if he has already had one, he is very cagey about it. He is also still very youthful in stature, there is still no sign of a man in him.
However, he definitely discovered his sexuality a few years ago, as it happened to me every now and then that I reached fully into the wet while putting away the handkerchiefs that were lying next to his bed. What the wet was, of course, I was aware. His bed sheets had also been covered with various stains many times in the past. But it had never been uncomfortable for me. A few weeks ago, however, I got a little problem with my son-man.
Since his bed was already old and shabby, we decided to dismantle it to order a new one. Until the new one would be delivered, he should sleep with me in the marriage bed. For both of us not even a problem, because we had no unnecessary fear of contact. However, the first night changes this a bit. A little drastic, to be exact.
Normally I liked to sleep naked
Of course, that didn’t work today, so I just put on a knee-length nightgown. Normally I would have been covered up anyway, but I thought I had to keep that much distance. I was already really exhausted that day and went to bed at about nine o’clock already. Jonas was still watching TV and joined us later. I dozed off like that, but couldn’t really fall asleep. Jonas lay down in bed next to me, probably thinking I was already asleep. I said nothing more and tried to slumber into dreamland.
After a few minutes I noticed some strange movements, which I first interpreted as if he had to scratch himself. However, the movements did not stop. They were very clear up-and-down movements that he made under the blanket. I was lying with my back to him, so I couldn’t see what he was doing.
But I could imagine it, though. I wrenched my eyes open for a moment, because I heard him panting softly to it. My son just did masturbation next to me. Oh my gosh, I thought to myself, the little pervert is jerking off next to his mom. That can’t be true! I didn’t know my son like that.
My son jerked off next to me
Of course, I stood mute, but I was stunned. I listened to my teenage son jerk off slowly and quietly. This went on for a few minutes until he took a deep breath and stopped moving. He seemed to have come alongside me. I paused and listened. He waited a moment, then also turned his back to me and fell asleep relatively quickly. And where did this piglet put it now, I thought to myself. I lay there for a while and began to feel incredibly ashamed.
I felt how wet and aroused I was. But I didn’t want to admit it, but at some point I pushed my hand into my crotch and began to rub my mumu with my finger. I tried to breathe calmly. Then after a few minutes I came.
I took two or three heavy breaths and pretended to turn over in my sleep. Jonas, however, was fast asleep. Emotionally confused, but satisfied, I then fell asleep as well. That my own son could excite me in such a way, disturbed me then nevertheless.
The next morning, I didn’t let on. Jonas was just as unchanged in his manner. I left it at that and dismissed it as a one-time event. Probably the hormones went through with him. My God, he’s only eighteen, I tried to downplay the whole thing in my mind.
In the laundry basket I made a perverse discovery
It was Saturday and I did a little housework, cleaned, cooked and then got on with the laundry. Jonas was still in the bathroom first, so I waited until he was done. I started sorting the dirty laundry and started with the basket that had my laundry in it. Then I made a discovery of the really disgusting kind. Namely, when I pulled the first panties out of the basket, they were completely wet and covered with slime. With a slime that I, as a forty-year-old woman, could unmistakably interpret as sperm. So my son had just actually wanked all over his mother’s underpants. My jaw really dropped. So he had not only jerked off next to me completely without shame. No, he even ejaculated on my underwear.
A debate on these incidents had now been unavoidable, I knew that. Something like that then really goes over the healthy mother-son relationship. I also searched my other underwear for traces, fortunately could not find anything. How long had he been doing this, I wondered? How many times had I worn underwear on which he squirted his semen? Of course, it would have been washed, but that is now not at all okay. The young man didn’t seem to know what to do with the pressure in his loins. He also seemed to have worse manners than I assumed him to have.
Half asleep I was suddenly awakened
A clarifying conversation on the same day was now no longer possible, because Jonas went to a friend and already told me that he would not come home before ten o’clock. Since that time of day didn’t lend itself particularly well to the probably necessary scope of our conversation, I decided to talk to him about it the next day. In the evening I watched TV and went to bed around half past nine, dead tired. I slipped back into my nightgown and this time it didn’t take me long to fall asleep. At some point I woke up half asleep because something woke me up. I heard a slight wobble of the bed and noticed that my nightgown, including the blanket, was pulled up a bit. To put it simply: my outstretched buttocks were completely exposed and revealed everything there was to discover in this body region.
Behind it was Jonas, and he was undoubtedly the cause of this slight jarring. I was burning hot and began to understand what was going on. My heart was pounding. My eighteen-year-old son just lay behind me, gawking at my butt naked and jerked off completely unabashed. I swallowed. Was completely motionless and could not believe at all what was happening.
“What the hell are you doing now?”, I asked myself in my mind. But I didn’t do anything. I couldn’t. The situation was so embarrassing and overwhelming. I was at a loss and did nothing but breathe as calmly as I could and forced myself to listen to him do it. It felt like an eternity passed before his movements quickened a bit. God, oh God, I thought to myself and knew what was coming now. But I knew it only in part.
I noticed exactly what my perverted son was doing
He turned a little after, came to orgasm and breathed a loud “Ah”, but didn’t seem to know quite where to put all the stuff. In any case, unbelievably, it actually happened and I got a not necessarily small drop. My seemingly really perverted son splashed a drop of his semen on my bare ass in the reshoot, which ran slightly tickling and slowly over my left ass cheek directly into the crease. I couldn’t believe he was doing this on purpose, nor did I know if he noticed.
In any case, the situation was so perverse, extreme and unbelievable that I hardly dared to breathe. What’s wrong with this boy, I asked myself. I waited forever, not daring to move, just so as not to let him know that I noticed all this. He probably let most of his discharge run into his blanket, because I hadn’t heard the rustle of a handkerchief. Jonas turned on his side and at some point began to sleep lightly.
I was by now desperate for the fact that I was aroused again. But today many times more than yesterday. If my ex-husband had been lying next to me, I think I would have offered myself to him like a hooker. I slowly stroked my nightgown back over my butt at some point, drool landing on my middle finger. Now I pulled the blanket over it as well and did something that you don’t really think is possible. I smelled my finger and licked the drool off. Yes, it was sperm. But my son’s. Disgusted and out of control – my approximate state of mind. I sucked on my finger until there was nothing left on it but my own saliva.
I had to pull myself together very much not to moan
Then I slid my hand between my thighs again and began to finger myself slowly. I did so quietly and without moving even minimally until I came. I came so hard that I cleared my throat and snorted, just trying not to give it away. And to prevent me from moaning, because after that I would have been really embarrassed. My whole abdomen twitched. I had a terribly bad conscience because of my excitement and did not know quite where to go with my thoughts. I could no longer relate to all of this emotionally, and I didn’t know how to clear something like this up in a conversation. What should I have said to my eighteen-year-old son? “You don’t get to look at your forty-year-old mom’s naked butt and jerk off. You don’t get to squirt your cum all over your mom.” It was all madness and incomprehensible.
The next morning, I really struggled to act as if nothing had happened. I kept looking for a suitable moment, trying to get a grip, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. What I found incredible was that Jonas didn’t let on in the slightest. He was also not shy at all to look me in the eye. No shame. Nothing. I was actually thinking about the next night all day.
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My son seemed so uninhibited that I was almost afraid he would go one step further. I also struggled with my conscience, since it seemed to excite me a lot. And actually, I got a little bit of anxiety, because a part of me felt curiosity. I had to at least make some kind of statement and decided to wear underwear under my shirt the next night. Maybe he would take it to mean that he has to keep certain boundaries.
My son Jonas was sitting relaxed in the living room watching TV
I went to his room to tidy up a bit. Because the young man was not so interested in that. I put a few things away and pushed a folder aside, and two pictures fell out of it right at my feet. Another horrifying experience with my seemingly libidinous son-man. There were two pictures of me. From his mother. Two beach photos where I was pictured wearing only a bikini. However, these photos were not in normal condition, but covered with dried mucus. So sperm. Completely slammed and gummed up. He used photos of me as a jerk-off template. I stood there speechless once again and swallowed. I became aware of the incomprehensible fact that he seemed to desire me. My son was horny for me.
It was not merely his hormones that made him jerk off next to me, it was himself that encouraged him to do so. It excited me and flattered me, as little as that sounds comprehensible. The mother in me begrudged him, the unsatisfied woman in me begrudged herself. I threw the underwear plan overboard and was going to go for it.
So I left it at the nightgown and went back to bed before him. I could not fall asleep, nor did I want to. I waited for him. My adult boy. Jonas quietly entered the room and lay down in bed next to me. My butt I had already exposed myself. I stretched it back as far as I could. Now it was an invitation.
It took a while and he started rubbing his member. The bed began to shake slightly and my heart began to beat faster. I waited and felt the desire throbbing between my thighs. Jonas jerked off and stared at me probably in the middle of my butt hole and my wet pussy. At some point, he did. I closed my eyes as tight as I could. He slowly and carefully moved closer and began to rub his stiff pecker against my buttocks. I got soaking wet and practiced self-control. I couldn’t quite believe what we were doing. My son’s cock slid into the forbidden zone. I noticed that he was struggling a bit and was trying to enter with caution.
My son man scared when he suddenly penetrated me
Then I gave us both a shock and pushed my plump buttocks back a bit more. He penetrated me and paused. Probably he was frightened and did not know what to do. I now took the initiative and began to move my ass back and forth. Jonas now knew that his mom was awake. He pushed his pelvis and pressed it against mine. Now I left him to fulfill his dream. He was allowed to fuck me. And he did. Slowly and with feeling he worked his way along before my boy began to push me.
I moaned, which visibly pleased him. He put his hand on my hip and pushed me. My body moved according to his pace. Only the horniness of the moment existed. And I enjoyed it to the fullest. Jonas did great and satisfied his horny mom. I felt him coming to his climax. I pressed my pelvis against him to take all his semen inside me.
He moaned and squirted into me as he clawed his hand into my hip. At some point he let go of me and wandered audibly exhausted to his side of the bed. Now he had become a young man and he had realized his fantasy. I just lay there and let the semen run over my thighs. I fell asleep and was a happy mother. A satisfied woman. The next morning I gathered my courage and asked him to sleep on the couch until the new bed was delivered. I also pointed out to him that we had separate laundry baskets and that he might want to develop photos multiple times in the future.
He actually turned bright red in the face, half-choked on his cereal, and indicated to me that he understood what I was saying. What I meant. I winked at him, smirked, and left the kitchen.
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