There was also the worry that his mother would come in on laundry day to collect the dirty clothes he left in piles about his room and find him stark naked without the security of a sheet covering him. Still not totally aware of what he was really doing, Alexander’s thoughts drifted to his mother as he took hold of his cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. Oddly, he had been having bizarre thoughts about his mother lately.
Coming of age is difficult for young boys and with it comes certain sexual confusions. Blondie being the dominant female figure of his life, Alexander was confusing motherly love for other than that. One night, while trying out being nude in bed, Alexander’s thoughts ventured to his mother and he found himself masturbating , fantasizing that it was his mother jacking him off and not himself.
Alexander shot gouts of jism all over the bed sheets on that fantasy and felt horrendously guilty afterwards. Still, for many a night after, Alexander built upon the fantasy, envisioning his mother’s mouth on his cock, making him come. Later, he had gotten to the point to where he was lustily masturbating to the thoughts of his mother straddled across his thighs with his cock buried deep inside her.
Alexander had come across his father’s stash of porno magazines and was a quick study as to what the people in the pictures were doing. Once, he found a picture of his mother that he cut her head out of and pasted it onto a page of the magazine to where it looked like it was his mother getting fucked by two guys at one time. Alexander had that picture hidden under his mattress and whacked off to it many times.
Alexander came out of his daydream as the pressure was building in his balls. He pumped his fist harder and gripped his cock tighter. The image of his mother rushed to his mind’s eye and soon the sprays of cum issued out the end of his pulsing cock.
Blondie was really enjoying this work out. In addition to the delightful burn in her abdomen from the tortuous exercise the video was putting her through, she had become aware earlier that she had forgotten to put on a bra under her exercise top and panties under her shorts. The effect of the nylon top rubbing silkily across her nipples sent tingles of pleasure through her breasts.
The shorts had the same effect, gently rubbing against her pussy lips during some of the exercises. Blondie lay on her back now, raising and lowering her hips to work her abdominals. This action was causing the now sweaty nylon shorts to rub across her pussy once more.
The pleasure it was beginning to generate was starting to distract her from the work out and Blondie was finding it hard to concentrate on the instructor’s counts and movements. Her thoughts drifted to some of the better sex sessions she had at one time with Dagwood. Although he was a poor lover, there were a few times that he had not come before she had had her orgasm.
Still working her hips, keeping the fabric of the shorts rubbing at her cunt, Blondie felt up her abdomen and to her breasts. Slowly, she began to feel them under the nylon, circling her fingers on her erect nipples. Blondie placed both hands on her breasts and began to squeeze them gently and pinching lightly on her nipples.
She stopped this only to pull the top up and to feel at the flesh of her tits. She gazed down at her pink nipples and without thinking, craned her head just far enough to flick her tongue out to lick at them. The feeling was wonderful and Blondie continued licking at her boobs, alternating on both of them.
Blondie was no longer interested in exercising. What preoccupied her now was to satiate the burgeoning desire that was in her. Instinctively, she slid a slender hand down the crotch of her shorts and found the wet folds of her cunt open and dripping with juices.
Blondie felt for her button of pleasure and began to twirled her index finger on it. She let her finger slide into her tunnel and felt for the deep spot that she had discovered not too long ago in one of her lonely masturbations. Lust overtook her and Blondie stoked at the spot with greater determination.
She thought of Dagwood poised over her, power fucking like some adolescent schoolboy getting his first lay. The image repulsed her and it quickly faded away. Blondie wanted this orgasm to be a good one, one that she had always wanted but just could not seem to attain.
She had tried all sorts of ways to really get her pussy off one good time, carrots, cucumbers, even secretly ordering a dildo from one of the dirty magazines that Dagwood thought he had cleverly hidden in the work shed. None of that worked, but occasionally fantasizing about Herb, their next door neighbor helped. Actually the thought of Herb’s imagined hairy ass gyrating as he shoved what Blondie fantasized as being an enormous cock into her pussy was not exactly a turn on.
Whatever, Blondie thought after a session with the fantasy, any dick is better than no dick. Any dick. The thought still wafted though Blondie’s sexual delirium.
Her mind turned the pages of faces that she conjured up, none of them satisfactory. Frustrating her even more was the image of Dagwood’s face reoccurring. The image kept coming back but the more it did, the younger his face began to look until.
…
Blondie froze, finger deep in her pussy and right on the brink of an orgasm. The face that was plastered in her mind was that of Alexander! She gasped at the realization of what she was doing.
All the while of fantasizing, her subconscious was telling her that some how, she lusted after her own son. How could this be? Blondie searched for answers, not noticing that she had left her finger inserted inside her still vibrating twat.
Could I be so confused as to what is wrong with my marriage that I lust for my own son? It doesn’t make sense! Still, Alexander’s youthful face remained, smiling and inviting.
Oh, dear God, Blondie thought. What am I doing? Why am I thinking about myself in a time like this?
Whatever her confused mind was doing to her, Blondie did not want to forgo the orgasm she had brought her self close to. But if I come, I’ll know it was because I fantasized about my son, Blondie thought. I really haven’t thought of him with me, she continued.
I only saw his face. This rumination suddenly brought on flashes of images, each not wholly formed. Only Blondie saw them long enough to see their contents.
One was Alexander nude before her, his cock jutting forth from between a fuzzy crotch. Another was of Blondie holding his near manhood in her slight hand, striking the smooth flesh of his shaft with a mother’s care. The most vivid was of Alexander lying on top of her, frantically pumping his cock in and out of her constantly coming cunt.
Still, her orgasm could not be ignored. It was while she replayed the images, each time embellishing them, extending their content, that Blondie resumed her fingering. She was not sure why she started again but the pictures in her mind completely turned her on.
In shock at what she was doing, Blondie stopped again. I can’t, she thought. Not when I’m fantasizing about.