My Son, My Lover

MY SON, MY LOVER
My son Bobby was twelve years old when he happened to catch me masturbating. I was embarrassed at first, but he seemed interested and came right into the room, confessing that he had thought there must be something wrong with him because he had been playing with himself “down there” lately at night and in the shower when he washed himself.

I told him it was perfectly natural to play with yourself, and that all men did it. I asked him if he had ever had an orgasm, to which he replied that he didn’t know what I was talking about.

“Well, did it feel good when you played with yourself down there?”

“Yes,” he said, “But what is an orgasm?”

I told him about the wonderful feeling you could have when you stroked your penis just right and made it hard. Then if you continued stroking long enough you could make yourself feel a wonderful sensation that is known as an “orgasm.”

Then I demonstrated for him, returning to my masturbatory movements and giving myself a cum, feeling extra turned-on by the fact that my 12 year-old son was watching me as the creamy juice spurted out of my penis and spread over my stomach and chest.

Bobby was fascinated, and started playing with himself as he watched me writhe and wriggle in my orgasm. He said what he was doing still felt good, but that he didn’t feel anything like what I was apparently feeling, and certainly nothing came out of his now hardened penis.

I had him lie down on the bed next to me, and I gently took his hand away from his penis and ran my hands up between his legs, which he willingly spread open to me. I caressed his inner thighs and gradually worked my fingers up until I was stroking his hairless balls. I worked one of my hands up to stroke his hardened penis lightly, then guided his hand back to it and placed my hand over his, continuing the stroking motion in a rhythmic way.

It didn’t take very many strokes to produce the desired result, and though there was no cum juice to speak of, the feelings of orgasm definitely surged through my young son’s body.

“Whew, Dad!” he said.