Mom Helped Son with his Imaginary Sexual Problem

Mom Helped Son With His Imaginary Sexual Problem

“Come on. Arnie. What is really bothering you? Tell me. I’m sure mom can help.”

“Not this time, mom. It’s really ambarassing”

“It is sexual, isn’t it? Remember? I am the one who gave you your first lesson in sex”

“I think I am suffering from pre-mature ejaculation.”

“Really? How did you know?”

“I found out during my masturbations.”

“When did you start masturbating? You should have told me about it. A mother would love to know about such thing.”

“I watched porn with Tommy in his room. We started masturbating about two years ago.”

“I see. You boys started really young these days.” I was sure Arnie had read about pre-mature ejaculation in some books, and just imagined the rest. I decided to play along wiith it, maybe to my advantage.

“Would you like mommy to help with this problem before turning to the professionals?” I asked, acting earnest and sympathetic.

“Oh! Yah. I guess.”

“OK. Let’s see. You have seen me partly naked before, Right?. Have you ever fantasized about having sex with your mom? Like most boys do?”

“No. I have not.”

“But you have fantasized about fucking an older woman, right? Tell mommy, what kind of older women would you like to fuck?” I switched to the word “fuck”. I wished to quickly saturate the atmosphere with the idea of sex.

“I like them plumb, not skinny. I love their big arses most of all.”

At this point I got up from the couch and undressed slowly and deliberately, taking each piece of garment off like a real strip-teaser. And standing naked right in fornt of him, I turned around a few times letting him have a really good look at my big, round arse. He stared at it for quite awhile before stretching out his right hand to cup my pussy in his palm, and then he squeezed one of my butt-cheeks. I could see his cock starting to rise in his boxer’s shorts. I told Arnie to go naked. And oh mine! Was I shocked to see what came next!

“Wow! You have a really big one, son.” If I was correct about a son inheriting the penis size from his biological dad, then my husband, Jordan, could not have been Arnie’s biological father. Let me recall what happened to me two nights before the wedding day. I came home drunk from a bachelorette party around one am. As I staggered towards the house I was waylaid by my jealous, vengeful ex-boyfriend, Andy. He grabbed and forced me into his car. Andy raped me that night. Now, Arnie was the evidence of that rape. Arnie’s cock was at least two inches longer than Jordan’s, and at least an inch thicker in circumference. Sometimes good could come out of an evil deed, I thought. If I play this right, this could be a big lottery win for me.

“With my help, you could turn out to be as good a fucker as your dad, Arnie.” Of course I would not tell him the truth about Andy. As we all know, every boy felt something special about being able to fuck his father’s wife. And a young buck like Arnie would love a chance to surpass his old man, Jordan.

Arnie played with my breasts a little and quickly moved on to my pussy. He finger-fucked me and massaged my pairs of labias. I was wet in no time. As he tried getting his cock inside me I tightened my pussy, giving him the idea that his cock was really too big. Actually I have been using a big dildo and his cock could have easily slipped in.

“You mustn’t try fucking any women you like with that huge cock. You might seriously hurt them.” Probably Arnie would not take my word for it but could you really blame me for not wanting to share him with other women, at least for as long as I could?

Anyway, when he got inside me it was still a tight fit. I told him to stroke me slowly because I did not want him to climax too soon. He cummed in five minutes. I kept him on top of me and inside me, I Knew he would get hard again soon enough.