Mutual

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction, and all names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. No characters are under the age of 18.

Part 1

It was quiet, a little too quiet. I always worried when things got quiet, that usually meant my son Danny was getting into trouble.

I went to his room to see what he was up to. His door was a jar. Without announcing myself, I quietly pushed the door open.

I found Danny.

Thankfully he wasn’t trying to set one of his model airplanes on fire, or was he wasn’t taking apart the blender trying to figure out how it worked, or doing one of an other million things that he could have been doing to get himself into trouble.

What I did find Danny doing was laying flat on his back in bed, completely naked, rubbing an erection.

I was shocked. Danny could be a brat sometimes, and was always getting into mischief, but I didn’t expect to catch him masturbating. I didn’t think that he was old enough to have those kinds of urges.

Engrossed with his own hard cock, and the slow, deliberate pleasure he was giving himself, my son didn’t notice that I’d entered the room. He just laid there naked, rubbing himself.

Stunned, I just stood there watching as he massaged his young, fully erect cock. I couldn’t take my eyes away. His stiff cock was laying flat against his abdomen, and he was lovingly rubbing his palm up and down the length of it.

I stood there for quite awhile, watching in silence, unable to tear myself away.

The shock of catching my son in the act of masturbating quickly worn off, and I found that I was becoming aroused. I know it was so wrong but the sight of young my son’s hard cock and the pleasure he was giving himself triggered something inside me, a throbbing, a wetness, and a forbidden guilty desire.

I was surprised to see that my young son, at his age, already had a impressive cock, much bigger and stiffer than I would have ever imagined. He was slowly caressing, savoring the sensation, and I could see that his cock was becoming slippery and wet with pre-com.

A shiver ran through me, and I had a sudden, incredible urge to touch myself. Reaching down, I pushed my hand into my crotch. I was getting horny, and about to go to my room to finger my screaming pussy, when Danny suddenly turned his head towards me.

When he saw me standing there watching, he screeched something I couldn’t understand and quickly rolled over, turning his back to me.

“Oh Danny, I’m sorry! I didn’t know what you were doing!” I said as he turned away from me.

I felt terrible, embarrassed, for me and for him. I should have just walked away after stumbling in on him masturbating, but I didn’t, I just stood there watching.

“Baby! I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” I said from the doorway, with Danny’s naked butt pointing towards me.

He was upset, I could see that, and it was my fault. But I couldn’t just leave him like that. I had to try and smooth this over.

“Baby! Please! It’s okay! Don’t be embarrassed!” I said approaching my son who was curled up in a fetal position.

Desperate to ease his pain, I sat down at the foot of his bed.

“Hey baby. It’s alright. There’s nothing to be ashamed about. Everybody does it. It’s perfectly normal.” I said, putting my hand on his calf to comfort him. “I even do it, all the time.”

Too embarrassed to look at me, he remained turned away with his back to me. With the way he was turned, I could see his hairless balls poking out from between his legs. They looked swollen and enflamed, like they were full of cum, and about to burst.

“Oh you poor baby!” I said, wondering if his balls ached.

Then I saw on his bed, amongst the comic books, a pair of my panties and one of my bras.

The thought that my son was a little pervert gave me a strange thrill. What perverse things might he have been doing with my underwear, I wondered. Was he just touching them, looking at them, maybe smelling them, or maybe, he was going to jerk-off with them. It was deviant, but the thought excited me.

Thinking that Danny had had enough humiliation for one day, I decided not to say anything about the underwear and acted as if I hadn’t seen them.

“Hey! Come on! It’s okay, don’t be embarrassed.” I said rubbing his shoulder. “Really. It’s no big deal. Like I said, everybody does it, including me! Come on now, look at me.” I said urging him to roll back over. “You don’t need to hide your face.”

After some soothing and coaxing, he finally rolled over onto his back, and he laid there naked, trying to covering his hard-on with his hands. His eyes were red and puffy, and there were tears. It broke my heart to see him so upset.

“Hey! Come on now! There’s nothing to be upset about! Okay?” I said rubbing his arm.

He just nodded. With his hands over his still hard cock, pointlessly trying to hide it, but I could plainly see it. It was red, swollen and stiff, and no matter how I tried, I couldn’t stop looking at it.

I tried to look him in the eye, but my eyes kept returning to his hard cock.

That’s when I noticed that Danny wasn’t looking me in the eyes either, and not because he was too embarrassed, it was because the blouse I’d been wearing showed off lots of cleavage and Danny was starring at my tits.

I looked at underwear that Danny had ‘borrowed’ of mine laying on the bed, and then at his hard cock, and then at the way he was looking at my tits, and I felt a perverse quiver of arousal shoot through me.



My son was laying naked, with a hard-on, staring at my tits. I should have left the room, but I couldn’t.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” I said caressing his forearm. He couldn’t stop looking at my tits, and I could stop looking at his stiff cock.

He was still fully erect. And he was still rubbing himself, very little, but I could clearly see his hand moving on his cock. It was as if he couldn’t help himself.

“Do you need to finish?” I asked. I felt my heart pounding. I was getting way more caught up in moment than I should have. I should have just walked away.

He shook his head no.

“Are you sure? It looks like you need to.” I said looking at the head of my son’s very hard cock poking out from under his hand.

He surged his shoulders.

“It’s okay if you want to. I don’t mind.” I said. “Finish if you need to. In fact, I think you should. It’s not good if you don’t. It could cause you a lot of pain.”

I’d given him some good advice and I should have just left it at that. Except I noticed that his eyes kept returning to my tits. My big nipples were very erect with arousal and plainly visible, even through my thin bra and blouse.

“I can see that you’re looking at me.” I said leaning towards him, giving him a deeper look into my cleavage. “It’s okay, I don’t mind you looking. I kinda like it. If you want… I can stay here with you while you finish. Would you like that?” I asked, knowing exactly what I was suggesting.

He surged, and then nodded weakly, even though he seemed unsure.

“Okay.