..Oh God, why am I doing this?
She was putting the thoughts in order, turning them into a sort of a movie. She could not stop the visions, they just kept on coming at her. If I go through with this fantasy, I will feel so terribly guilty about it.
On the other hand, it could be for just this one time. Blondie lay still a moment longer before she made her mind up. Alexander silently opened his door to begin his stealthy quest to get to the bathroom unseen by his mother.
His dick was still hard from jacking off to the fantasy of fucking his mother so he would hardly want to be seen by her. He could hear the exercise video playing and sighed at his good fortune. Great!
She’ll be facing the television and won’t see me in the hallway. Just when he made it to the bathroom door, he heard a noise his mother normally did not make while she exercised. It sounded like a moan of sorts.
When she exercised, Alexander’s mother usually made huffing noises from the exertion of doing the aerobic routines. The moan was repeated and with it was something whispered that Alexander could not quite hear. Curious, he tip toed towards the arched entrance to the den where Blondie did her morning exercises.
He could not see her yet, she was on the other side of the couch to where her body was obscured by it. Again came the moan and whispers. This time Alexander could make out a “Yes,” and “Do it.
” He looked up to the television to see that the routine had reached the cool down phase and wondered why his mother sounded like she was still doing the impact portion of the tape. Moving closer, he peered cautiously over the top of the couch. Blondie writhed on the carpet, her nylon shorts pulled down on her thighs.
She was twiddling rapidly her sopping cunt, alternately manipulating her bud and thrusting her finger in and out her pussy. Now she was mainly finger fucking herself and her moans and whispers grew louder. “Yes baby, deeper.
Ooooh, just like that! Do like me? Didn’t you always want me like this, my baby?
Didn’t you just want to put that beautiful cock inside of mommy?” Alexander felt a chill go through him. Not only had he come across his mother, lying on the floor in front of him, her tits uncovered and finger rammed deep in her twat, but he had actually heard his mother say something that made him realize what she was really doing.
His mother was masturbating while thinking about fucking him! Alexander stepped closer, only to stumble when he missed the step leading into the den. As a result, he stumbled and fell behind the couch.
Blondie sat up with a start at the sudden noise. Alexander, behind the couch grimaced at his clumsiness and looked up with total embarrassment when his mother came around the side of the couch to see what had caused the interruption. His mother had not quite gotten her top straightened out and one of her breasts still showed.
Blondie blushed and quickly covered it up. Alexander suddenly wished that she had not but was interrupted by a twinge in his knee. “Ouch,” was all he could manage to say.
Blondie momentarily forgot what Alexander surely saw, went attend to what ever seemed to hurt him. “What is it, honey? What did you hurt?
” Blondie asked with a look of concern. Alexander sat up, trying with futility trying to camouflage the hard on that still loomed in his pajama pants. “I just bumped my knee, that’s all,” he replied finally.
He stood up and took a few limping steps. “See, I’m OK.” Blondie appraised his gait a moment and reached gently for his arm.
“Come and sit on the couch so I can get a look at it.” Alexander dumbly followed his mother’s guide and sat embarrassed on the sofa. He covered up his crotch, trying again to hide his relentless erection and Blondie noticed this.
The fantasy images came back to her but she quickly dispelled them, her concern that her son was hurt being greater. She knelt down in front of him to get a look at his knee. Carefully, she lifted the pant leg up and over his thigh so that she could see the injured joint.
Briefly, she flashed her eyes back to his crotch, where Alexander still covered up his hard on, and then back to his knees. Blondie felt his knee, checking if there was some injury she could detect. She had some medical knowledge from all the reading she had done on the sexless nights she had spent alone in bed.
Blondie did not feel anything obviously wrong and began to massage Alexander’s sore knee. “Really, mom, I just banged it. I’ll be OK,” Alexander said as she rubbed.
He did not really want her to stop, the feel of his mother’s silky hands on his leg felt good and served to stiffen his dick even harder. “I know, baby. I just wanted you to sit and talk to me about something,” Blondie said, not looking up at him.
She swallowed hard, not sure how to start the discussion over what Alexander had stumbled upon. Bolstering her resolve, Blondie spoke again. “I want to know what you are thinking, Alexander.
” “About what, mom?” Blondie swallowed again. “About what you saw me doing over there on the floor.
” Alexander’s mind was blank. Nothing there would form into anything that would be coherent. Blondie continued her massage, unconsciously moving her hand to Alexander’s thigh.
He noticed this and shifted uncomfortably. Blondie ignored this and continued feeling his leg. “Well?
” Alexander finally found his nerve and spoke. “I don’t know, mom. I guess I shouldn’t have seen what you did.
” Blondie smiled at her son’s embarrassment. “But you saw me. Now, tell me what you’re really thinking.
” Alexander stared at his mother’s hand massaging his thigh. He could swear that she was moving it up his leg. “I think you were really enjoying what you were doing.
” “I was, baby, I was.” Her hand did definitely slide up an inch that time. Alexander stared at it, hypnotized by the movement of his mother’s petite hand sliding over his flesh.
His hand fell away, uncovering the obvious bulge in his pajamas. Blondie eyed that bulge and moved her hand higher, close to the crease of Alexander’s hip. She was throwing whatever caution she had had into the wind now and the cock that surely lay underneath that fabric was the focus of her thoughts.
Any thought of this being her son was gone and now he was simply a tool of her desire. “I think you were enjoying it too, baby, look at you.” Alexander quickly covered his erection, embarrassed that his mother had seen it.
Blondie reached up and moved his hand off his lap. “There’s no need to hid it from me now, baby. Mommy’s seen it.
” Alexander sensed his mother was daring him at something and thus offered his own challenge to her. “I saw you too, mom.” Blondie was puzzled a moment and then realized that Alexander had obviously seen her breasts when she lay there masturbating.
“Oh? What is it you would like then, baby?” Alexander spoke nervously at the next.
“Could I see them again?” “See what, baby?” Alexander flushed red and looked away, his eyes darting about the room like a spooked animal.
Blondie moved her hand closer to where the head of his cock lay under the pajamas and kept massaging. “What do you want to see, baby?” He looked straight at his mother and the words came out.