Tale of two mothers. ch4.

Chapter Four:

“Mom! I don’t have any clothes on!”

“That’s all right, Henry. Mommy wants to have a little talk
with you.”

It was late that night. Margaret had deliberately entered her
son’s room without knocking, hoping to catch him in the nude. She’d
almost succeeded. Henry had just come out of the shower, but he was
still holding the towel, and he automatically covered his crotch with
it when the door opened. He now sat bashfully on the edge of the
bed, looking expectantly at his mom.

Margaret stepped into the pool of light cast by the lamp on his
nightstand. She’d dressed carefully for the occasion, in a crotch-
length negligee that clearly revealed her spectacularly voluptuous
body through the transparent fabric. Henry’s eyes bulged as he saw
his mom’s gigantic tits bouncing and jiggling. It was the effect Margaret
had desired.

She’d finally made up her mind to seduce her own son, to teach
innocent Henry the joys of sliding his stiff cock into his own
mother’s cunt. Walter obviously hadn’t been harmed by the intense
pleasure of fucking his own mother. She couldn’t imagine that Henry
would be either.

“That….that’s a real nice nightie, Mom,” Henry said, blushing.
He was short and slightly built, with a cherubic face that made him
look even younger than he was. “It sure doesn’t leave much to the
imagination.”

“Thank you, Henry. I guess I’ll take that as a compliment. I’m
sorry if I startled you. Do you mind if I just stay and talk to you
for a minute?”

“Sure.”

Margaret sat beside her son on the bed, trying not to look at
his crotch. “You know, you’re getting to be a very handsome young
man, Henry. Why, you’re nearly full grown now. It’s been a long
time since I’ve had a really frank discussion with you about the
things you’re thinking about. Deep down inside, I suppose I still
think of you as my little boy.”

“That’s okay,” Henry shrugged.

“Henry, let me ask you a personal question: Do you think a lot
about sex these days?”

Margaret shifted sideways on the bed, her tits jiggling under
the negligee, staring at at him. Henry blushed and looked away.

“Well, yeah. I guess I do.”

“I’m sure it’s been quite awhile since you reached puberty,
Henry. But I’ve never really had a frank sexual discussion with you.
I suppose that’s ironic. I discuss these things with clients who are
your age all the time.” Margaret hesitated. “Henry, are you still a
virgin?”

“Jeez, Mom.”

“You can be candid with Mommy, Henry.”

Henry shrugged. “Yeah, I am.”

“Have you had any girlfriends in school yet?”

“Not really.”

“You probably wish you weren’t a virgin, Henry. Isn’t that
right?” Margaret squirmed closer to him, resting a maternal hand on
his thigh. “Do you have a lot of fantasies about fucking a woman’s
pussy, Henry? If you’ll excuse my language.”

“I guess.”

“And do you masturbate a great deal when you have these
fantasies?”

Henry’s blush grew brighter. Margaret thought she could see
something stiffening under the towel.

“Yeah.”

“Every day?”

“Yeah.”

“It must be very frustrating, Henry. On one hand, a boy your
age is equipped with a penis that stiffens easily at the slightest
provocation, that would like nothing better than to be rammed deep
inside a tight, willing cunt. On the other hand, how can you know
what to do with a willing pussy without special tutoring? Have you
ever really seen a naked pussy, Henry?”

“No.”

“That must very frustrating.” Margaret smiled, stroking his
thigh. “Henry would you do Mommy a special favor for you?”

“What?”

“Would you take the towel out of the way, so Mommy can take a
look at your penis?”

“Jeez, Mom!”
“I just want to see if it’s normally developed, Henry. See?
I’m very willing to teach you about sex, honey. I think it’s part of
my duty to you as a mother. Don’t be shy, Henry. Please.”

Henry stared at his mother for several seconds, then shrugged
and took off the towel. Margaret shuddered as she immediately felt
her pussy growing very wet and hot. Her son’s cock was already half
stiff, and it was extremely large. Despite his slight, boyish build,
he was every bit as incredibly well-hung as Walter.

“Oh, Henry. You’ve really got a big one.”

Margaret slid off the bed, kneeling in front of her naked son.
She spread his knees to inspect his cock more closely, her mouth
watering with her need for cocksucking. Tenderly she cupped the
rubbery, half-swollen cock on her fingers, pinching the cock tip
lightly.