Handjob rewards – Part 1 *edited*

“All boys love handjobs don’t they?” my sister said. “There’s nothing they enjoy more than getting their cocks worked over by their Mom and shooting a big load.”

As I sat their looking at her, she spoke about such things as if it was the most natural thing in the world. You see, she had been having trouble with her son. His grades had gone downhill, his attitude was terrible and she was worried for his future. It was a very similar situation that I was now having with my son.

“So I asked him, punsihment or reward? I’ll punish him when he fails, or I’ll reward him when he exceeds.” She said.

“So you give him a handjob when he does well on his homework?” I asked.

“Yes. Sometimes I’ll jerk him off when he does some chores too. Like if he cuts the grass and tidies the garden, I’ll make him drop his pants right there on the back step. That’s the most exciting I think, he’s always looking to make sure the neighbours aren’t looking over the fence.”

Me and my sister Joanne were always highly sexually charged as kids. We used to masturbate together frequently and always taught each other new techniques. We must have wanked off most of the guys in our neighbourhood as teens.

“Where’s your husband while all this is going on?” I asked.

“John’s always at work, and when he’s not he pays nothing any attention.” she said. “Me and Paul could be having sex upstairs and he wouldn’t even notice if the football’s on the tv.”

“Joanne! You wouldn’t have sex with your own son would you?” I asked in complete shock.

“No ofcourse not! I would never. But a handjob’s just a bit of fun isn’t it!? We always had to touch it and wash it when they were babies, this is no different really. It’s just a way to get them motivated.” Again she said this as if it was completely normal. “So are you gonna try it with Jamie?” she enqiured.

“I don’t know,”I said “I’d feel a bit strange.”

“Come on, it’s just a penis.