Can I Watch?



Can I Watch?



Mom enjoys seeing her horny son masturbate.  



Karen would always remember the first time she saw her son masturbating.

It happened months ago. Tom had just turned 19. She wanted to surprise
him on the midnight of his birthday with a gift while he was still
watching tv in the living room.

She held her son's gift and walked towards the living room without making
a sound -- and what she saw left her stunned: Her son was watching
softcore porn on tv. As she quietly stepped closer to the couch, she
could see that he was pleasuring himself.

Her heart pounded. She couldn't believe that her wholesome young man
could do something so brazen in their living room. Sure, she knew that
all boys were especially horny at that age, but this? In the same house
while he thought his mother was sleeping?

But above anything else, she couldn't believe how she felt about seeing
him pleasure himself so explicitly. Karen had only been with one man her
entire life, and that was her ex-husband. Her favorite fantasy was to
watch him masturbate while looking at her, but her ex-husband always
laughed it off and was reluctant to do it because of how ridiculous it
seemed.

Now there she was, the middle of her legs becoming wet, watching her son
jerk off. She was aroused and she knew it. She tiptoed back to her room
before she could get caught and she did something she NEVER thought she
would EVER do -- she fantasized about her son.

***

"This looks good," Tom said as he went to the kitchen for breakfast.

She smiled, "Thanks. I was supposed to meet some clients this morning,
but I got a message last night that they had to cancel. My boss said I
could finish my report at home, so I figured I might as well do some
cooking and catch up on chores."

"That's cool," he replied while eating. "I've got an exam today and it's
a real pain in the ass. But seriously mom, you work too hard and you
should try relaxing a little."

"If I relaxed during my free time, then who would cook and clean for my
college boy?"

"Good point. In that case, just work the amount that you need and don't
tire yourself out too much."

She playfully slapped him on the arm. "Very funny. You know, if I didn't
love you so much, I'd force you to do your laundry and clean your room."

He finished his food and kissed her. "Then I guess I'm lucky to have such
an awesome mother. I wish I could stay and eat, but I have to meet some
friends for last minute studying. It's the only way I can be as smart as
you, right?"

"I'm glad we agree on that," she replied as he smiled and left.

***

After cleaning the dishes and vacuuming the carpet, Karen went to her
son's room to do his laundry. She pulled off the pillow case on his bed,
and when she grabbed the blanket, she saw something that left her as
speechless as the day she caught her son masturbating: There was a photo
of her underneath his blanket.

'What's this doing here?' she thought to herself.

It was a photo of her in a one-piece bathing suit from a summer vacation
they had two years ago. The picture itself was from a photo album which
she kept in the closet in the hallway. But what was it doing on his bed?

A realization came over her. When she vacuumed his room a moment earlier,
she had picked a few pieces of used tissue paper off the floor and threw
them in the trash.

'Oh god,' she gasped. 'Was my son thinking about me?'

Karen felt torn. She felt disgusted and betrayed that her son could do
such a thing with her picture. But on the other hand, she couldn't be mad
at him because a few months ago, she had watched him masturbate and then
she fantasized about him afterwards. The thought of her son masturbating
to her picture made her feel inexplicably naughty, but in a good way. She
even felt flattered by it.

Almost without thinking, Karen walked to her room to grab an even more
private photo of herself which she hid in a drawer. It was a rare picture
of her in a small bikini at a pool party with close friends.

She went back to her son's room and tucked it neatly under his blanket
for him to 'use' later.

***

The rest of the day was as usual. She did her work, cooked, had dinner
with her son, and watched tv before calling it a night. Also as usual,
Karen ended her day by washing up and putting on her flannel pajamas
before heading to bed. But when she exited her bathroom, she saw her son
walking towards her bedroom. And by the look on his face, he had
something important to say.

"Mom... Were you... did you clean my room today?" he asked uncomfortably,
standing in her room.

"Of course I did," she replied casually, as if nothing was out of the
ordinary. "Your room didn't just clean itself, you know."

"I know that. But my bed... did you..."

She softly smiled, "If you're referring to the picture left under your
blanket, then don't worry, it wasn't a ghost that put it there -- I did."

"Am I missing something?" he asked. "I mean, shouldn't you be mad at me?
Aren't you upset at all?"

"I'll answer your question on one condition," she replied.

"What's that?"

"I want you to tell me why you were using my picture. And I want an
honest answer."

"Is this necessary?"

She nodded. "It's necessary if you want me to answer your question. Don't
worry, I'm not judging you for this. Answer truthfully."

"I don't know. There's nothing else to use around here."

"Wrong answer. We have cable tv and the internet. Now tell me why you
were using my picture."

He paused for a moment. "Fine. Being completely honest here, I've always
thought of you as being my ideal woman. You're smart, classy, caring, and
you're really really sexy. I know you're my mom and everything, but
that's just how I feel."

"That's very sweet of you to say," she replied, feeling genuinely touched
by his words.

"Now it's your turn. Why did you leave your bikini picture in my room?"

She sighed, "Since you were so open and honest, here it goes; I've always
been excited by the thought of a man pleasuring himself. Don't ask me
why, but it just gets me going. Your father rarely ever let me watch him
masturbate, and on the rare occasions he did, it would only be for a
quick few seconds and he would laugh before stopping. Then a few months
ago, I saw you... you know..."

"You caught me jerking off?

She nodded, "In the living room late at night. I saw you masturbating,
and truthfully, a big part of me was very aroused. And when I saw my
picture in your bed today, I was flattered by it. In fact, it turned me
on in a strangely erotic way."

"All I can say is -- wow! You always were a cool mom, but when it came to
the magic s-word, I've always thought you were a real prude because of
how conservative you always act," he said, referring to sex.

She smiled, "It's getting late and I have to wake up early tomorrow for
work. We better get to sleep."

"I guess so. But, um, do you think we can finish this conversation
another time? It's a pretty important topic if you ask me."

"Sure. But only if I get to ask you one last personal question?"

"Anything," he replied.

"Do you plan on using my picture before you go to bed?" she asked. "Do
you plan on masturbating with it?"

"Jeez, mom, you've put me on the spot."

"I'll take that as a yes," she smiled. "Would you rather see the real
thing, or do you prefer the picture?"

"Are you asking what I think you're asking?" he asked in a state of
disbelief.

Karen nodded to her son. "I am. But only if you promise not to tell
anyone. I don't even want to think about what people would say about me
as a parent."

"Mom, you know that there's no way I'll ever be stupid enough to ruin
what I think you're offering. And I would never hurt you like that."

She grinned, "Good. Now you can start by pulling down your shorts and
having a seat on my bed."

"Me?" he asked with a confused look on his face. "But I thought... I
thought you were the one who was going to show..."

"I am. I want to watch you masturbate in front of me. And in exchange,
I'll show you my breasts. That's our deal. We both get what we want out
of this. Sound fair?"

His hands slowly made its way around the waistband of his shorts and he
gave it a gentle tug downwards.

"It does sound fair," he said. "God, this is going to be embarrassing.
But it's worth it to finally see those breasts of yours."

With one swift motion, Tom bent down to pull his shorts and underwear
off, leaving him naked from the waist down.

"Oh my, you've grown," she told him, with a sense of approval over his
manhood.

He smiled at his mother. "Thanks. Now where do you want me to do it?"

"On my bed with your back against the wall. I'm sure that would be
comfortable for you."

He did as he was asked, sitting on her bed pressing his back against the
wall.

Karen's eyes lit up as she saw her son's erection. "Looks like you don't
need me to show any skin. You're aroused enough just being an
exhibitionist to your mother."

"I'll admit that it's hot being naked in front of you. And it's even
hotter knowing that you enjoy it. But of course, I do need to see
something. A deal is a deal, remember?"

Her hands unbuttoned the top of her pajamas. "You're right. A deal is a
deal."

Just when enough buttons were undone, she spread open the material
covering her chest, and she exposed herself to her son.

Her heart was pounding as she watched her son's eyes grow along with his
cock. Her breasts were completely exposed for him. It was sinfully
arousing for her to see her son slowly start to masturbate in front of
her, while his eyes were locked onto her bare medium sized breasts, with
her pink nipples becoming stiff.

"You seem like you're enjoying yourself," she asked, breaking the slight
awkwardness in the room.

"I am," he said while masturbating. "This is so hot. You have such an
amazing body, mom."

"Thank you. I'm enjoying this as well. Do you need extra stimulation?"

She didn't wait for her son to answer before she started cupping the
round bottoms of her breasts and played with her hard pink nipples. She
found herself inadvertently becoming even more aroused, as her breasts
and nipples have always been very sensitive, and it was clear to her that
her son was enjoying the show as his breathing and stroking became harder.

"Oh god. Keep playing with those tits, mom. I can't believe this is
happening."

Watching a guy masturbate up close was one thing, but seeing her son do
it while looking at her breasts drove her wild. Her secret masturbation
fantasy had finally come true, along with the added taboo of incest to
make things even hotter. She held in her emotions and excitement as she
continued to fondle herself for him.

It wasn't long before he exhibited all the tell-tale signs of having an
orgasm; a sight she hadn't seen from a man since she became a single
woman.

"Cum for me," she said innocently. "I want to see you cum."

His hands stroked faster and his moans became louder. His back suddenly
arched, his muscles stiffened, and a flurry of his sperm shot up in the
air and all over his stomach. He didn't stop stroking until he was
completely drained, with his eyes never leaving his mother's body. Then
when it was over, he collapsed and went completely limp.

She smiled, "That was an impressive amount of fluids you released. Looks
like you've inherited more than just your father's good looks and charm."

Tom didn't reply, he just laid there, recovering, while Karen closed her
top and reached over to grab a few pieces of tissue paper from the
bedside table to toss on her son's stomach.

"Thanks," he replied, using the tissue to clean himself. "I haven't felt
anything like that in a long time. I mean... actually doing that in front
of you and seeing you touch yourself was almost better than hooking-up
with classmates. It just... you know..."

"I know exactly what you mean. The taboo of mother/son incest can be
quite thrilling to some people, and it looks like we fall under that
category. Just don't ask for it again. Not anytime soon. This might be a
one-time thing, okay? I don't want things to get out of hand between us--
no pun intended."

"I guess so," he complained. "But I'm glad I got to experience this."

***

The next morning. Karen sat at the breakfast table looking like her prim
and proper self. Her hair and make-up were perfectly done, and she wore
an expensive outfit in anticipation of an important meeting.

"Good morning, sweetheart," she said with a loving smile as her son came
down.

Tom smiled back and kissed his mother on the forehead before sitting down
to eat.

"Morning mom! I must say, you look extra wonderful this morning. And
thank you for making this wonderful breakfast. Did I ever tell you that
you're my favorite person in the world?"

"Well aren't you cheerful today," she skeptically noted. "I don't think
you've ever thanked me for anything. Please don't tell me that you've
been possessed."

"I'm in a great mood, especially after last night."

"Oh, of course. That. It was a pretty outrageous night, I'll admit. And
we both certainly got what we wanted out of it, no matter how taboo it
was."

"Does that mean you pleasured yourself afterwards?" he asked with a smile.

"I guess there's no point in denying it. Yes, I masturbated after you
left, and it was great. I know it isn't something that a mother should
ever do with her son, but it's our little secret, right?"

"You bet it is. Speaking of which, can we do it again really quick? I
couldn't stop thinking about you all night, or all morning after I woke
up. I could use the relief before class."

"Didn't I say not ask me about it again?" she asked in a peeved tone.
"Besides, you looked like you released a healthy amount of sperm last
night, so I refuse to believe that you need 'relief' so soon."

Tom gave his mother a serious look. "Mom, the amount that I shot last
night is what I consider to be normal. I cum that much once or twice a
day if I have to. After what we did last night, my body is practically on
overdrive. I won't be able to concentrate at school today."

"Then just masturbate the way you normally do."

"I know that, but you've raised the bar after showing me your breasts.
I've wanted to see that for a long time. Using my imagination or looking
at pictures just won't cut it."

She sighed and gave her son a playful smile. "You've made your case. I
guess this is my fault for starting this whole thing. But make it quick
since I have an important meeting to attend soon."

Karen stood up and placed her hands around the lining of her jacket,
preparing to take it off. But just as she did that, she stopped.

"You know, it would take too much time for me to remove my entire top and
put it back on. Plus I don't want to get any wrinkles on them. Do you
mind if I show you my lower region instead?"

Tom's eyes lit up at his mother's counter-offer. "Hmm... that would work."

Her hands moved down to the top button of her pants. She undid the
button, pulled her zipper down, and let her pants fall to her ankles.

"Good," she said. "Then it should help you to finish faster. As I've
said, I have an important business meeting this morning which I can't be
late for."

Karen brought her fingers to the top of her panties and yanked them down,
letting them fall to her ankles as well, exposing her cleanly shaven
crotch along with her bare vagina.

"Like what you see?" she asked proudly.

"Oh god mom, I love it," he replied gushingly. "You look sexier than any
of the college girls I've been seeing lately."

She smiled, "Thank you for the nice compliment. Now start stroking. I'm a
busy woman."

Tom got the message and swiftly pulled his shorts down to free his raging
hard cock. He leaned back on his chair and started stroking. Karen
pressed her rear-end against the table and spread her pussy lips apart
for her son to get a better look. She loved teasing him and having that
power over him. And it worked, his eyes were glued to her womanhood and
wetness as he stroked himself even harder.

"That looks like fun," she said, licking her lips.

"You bet it is," he replied, staring at his mother's open cunt. "Do you
want to try it? You know, stroke it for me?"

"I can't. That would be crossing the line. Watching is one thing, but
actually touching..."

He stopped mom mid-sentence. "No one has to know, remember? Isn't that
what you said to me? It'll be our secret, mom. Trust me."

Karen gave him a skeptical, yet excited look. It was a look which said,
'Why the heck not?'

"Okay," she replied softly. "You only live once, right?"

She reached down and took her son's throbbing penis in her hand. Her
heart raced as she crossed 'that line' for the very first time. Tom's
heart raced as well. It was the first time in her life that she had ever
given a guy a handjob, and it was with her very own son at that. It was
an INCESTUOUS handjob.

"God that feels good," he moaned. "Stroke it harder mom, faster."

She heeded her son's words and gave him exactly what he wanted; what he
needed to feel in order to cum. She gripped him tighter and stroked him.
She loved how his eyes went from being glued to her open vagina, to being
closed shut because of the incestuous pleasure he was receiving. Most of
all, she loved having complete and utter sexual control over her own son.

"God... I'm going to cum... faster mom... harder..."

Karen did the cruel thing and instead slowed down.

"What are you doing mom?!" he panted. "I need to cum sooo bad."

She smiled and stroked him even slower. "I kind of like torturing you.
It's fun watching you suffer."

"Please!" he begged. "I'll do the dishes for a week! I'll do your
laundry! Just let me cum already!"

"That's not a bad deal. I accept."

Karen's hand went in full motion and she furiously jerked him off. Her
hand was relentless, but she found that it wasn't enough. Her son wanted
more and she had a strong desire to suck it. So she bent down and took
the cock inside her mouth.

'God, the flavor is even better than the smell, and the precum he has...
my god!' she thought, while she was giving a slow, deep and wet blowjob.
She didn't know which zone was wetter: her son's cock with the mixture of
precum and saliva, or the zone between her legs.

"Oh god!!!" he yelled.

She didn't stop until every last drop of his 19 year old cum was drained
from his body. And she loved every second of it.

"Feel better now?" she asked rhetorically.

"I feel like a new man," he panted. "I feel like I'm swimming in the
ocean."

She laughed and pulled her pants up. "Well, you're certainly swimming in
something right now, but it's definitely not water."

"Oh... right..." he replied, looking down at his mess. "Did you at least
like doing it for me?"

"It's not a bad way to start my morning."

Before she left, Karen looked her son straight in the eyes and licked her
fingers clean, eating his cum. She savored it and rolled it around in her
mouth while Tom watched in delight as his sophisticated mother ate his
cum.

"Yum... You taste good. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to wash up and
head to the office. Have a great day."

She left the kitchen with a huge grin on her face.

***

Her fantasy had finally come true. Not only did she get to watch a guy
masturbate twice while admiring her body, but she got to masturbate him
with her own hand. She sucked it too! It was all she thought about while
at work.

After a busy day in the office, Karen came home and immediately kicked
off her shoes and breathed a sigh of relief. But just when she thought
she was ready for a long break, her overly eager son came to greet her at
the door.

"Hey mom!" he smiled. "Have a good day at work?"

"Hmmm... greeting me at the door and asking how my day went? I guess I
should give you handjobs more often, maybe then you'll start helping with
household chores regularly."




"I hope you're serious because I like that arrangement," he said,
flashing another smile. "Maybe we can start now? I'm feeling pent up
again."

Karen was shocked. "Again? After all you came last night and this
morning?"

"Like I said, that's normal for me. I could really use your hand for
another round of relief."

Tom didn't wait for his mother's reply before pulling down his shorts and
underwear to reveal his semi-erect cock in their living room, while the
late-afternoon sun was shining through the windows.

"Put that thing away before someone outside sees you!"

He shrugged off her worries. "What's the big deal? We could just close
the curtains and no one would know."

"What have I created?" she joked. "I had no idea anyone could be so
sexually active; your father definitely wasn't."

"You haven't created anything," he playfully replied. "I've always been a
horny little bastard. But what you did yesterday was kind of like giving
alcohol to someone genetically dispositioned to be an alcoholic. It's the
same equivalence. You got me hooked. This is technically your fault, mom."

She sighed, "I guess I'm finding out the downside of paying for that
expensive education of yours, aren't I? You're becoming too smart for
your own good, young man."

"The way I see it, we both have the same mutual-masturbation fetish
anyway. So what's the harm?"

Karen paused and gave her son a stern motherly look. "Well, I guess
there's no point in arguing anymore. Plus, I suppose it's not a bad way
to unwind after a stressful day at work. Close the curtains and I'll take
care of that hard-on for you."

Before those last words could escape her lips, Tom ran over to the
windows with his penis flopping around and closed the curtains.

"That was fast," Karen noted.

Tom pulled off his t-shirt to get naked and he sat on the couch. "This is
way better than getting presents on Christmas. Why wouldn't I be fast?"

"Your youthful enthusiasm never gets old," she replied with a loving
smile. "You know, I didn't expect things to unfold like this, but I
suppose there's no harm in enjoying it."

Karen put one hand on her business jacket, pinching the bottom button,
and another hand on top of the zipper to her pants.

"Breasts or vagina? It's your choice, and you can only pick one," she
said to him.

"Can't I see both of them at the same time?"

"Nope, don't forget that I'm still your mother, not your girlfriend or
your plaything. There's got to be boundaries here."

"Your pussy then," he replied. "And since you're showing only one thing,
do you think you could at least throw in a bonus for me? You set a high
bar this morning."

"Fine. I'll use my mouth again."

"I was thinking a little more than that. Maybe you could let me... go
inside?"

"Excuse me?" she replied with a stunned tone. "I most certainly will not
have sex with you, young man. Despite everything we've done, I am still
your..."

"I know, I know, mom. It doesn't exactly have to be sex. Just think of it
as you giving me a handjob like earlier today, but instead of using your
hand, it'll be with your vagina instead. Think about it. A handjob with
your vagina."

She gave her son a puzzled, yet playful look, as she attempted to decode
what he had just said.

"A handjob with my vagina, eh? That's new. And I thought I've heard it
all..."

"Anything to have sex... uh... I mean... anything to make my mother feel
good. This is more for you than for me. I hope you know that."

Karen smiled and raised her eyebrow, "Really? This is more for me? If
that's the case, then I better have a mind-blowing orgasm when this is
over."

She undid the button and zipper of her expensive pants, and after she
took them off, she neatly folded them and placed them on a nearby chair.
She took a deep breath and did the same with her panties, leaving her
completely bare from the waist down except for the pantyhose on her
calves and feet. Before she walked over to her son, she posed and modeled
for him, teasing him, making herself feel even more attractive and
desired thanks to the look in his eyes.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful mom," he stated emphatically.

"Thanks darling," she said as she moved to hover over him. "I didn't want
to tell you this earlier, but you're a lot bigger than your father is
down there, and he's the only man I have ever slept with. Please be
gentle with me..."

With that said, she placed both feet on opposite ends of the cushions on
the couch, and slowly lowered herself to her son's massive hard-on. Her
vagina was spread wide open and her son used his hands to make sure that
his throbbing cock was pointed straight towards his mother's womanhood as
it descended.

She took a moment to massage the shaft, thinking this through. Wondering
if she could actually fuck her own son. The cock was pulsing in her hand.
Once in a while, while stroking it, the tip of the cock would graze
against her labia.

Once her labia and pink insides touched the head of his cock, she paused
for a moment, before continuing to lower herself, inch by inch, until the
entire length of his cock was inside her vagina.

"Oh my... you're so big... It's been so long..." she moaned.

He reached around to grab her ass to pull her forward. "I can tell.
You're so fucking tight and wet, mom. I'm horny as hell right now."

Karen became wetter as she heard her son string those words together;
'tight, wet, and mom.' No matter how either of them tried to rationalize
this, it finally struck her that they were having sex. He was inside her
body stretching her vaginal walls. But she didn't care how immoral it
was, it felt good. It felt amazing. It felt right.

She slowly started rocking her hips while they looked each other straight
in the eyes. With every gyrate she gave, she felt his raging hard cock go
that much deeper inside of her body. As her dripping wet vagina began to
loosen and relax, she began to thrust even harder. Their arms were
wrapped tightly around each other and they felt each other's breath on
one another's lips.

"Oh god mom... this feels so fucking good... I love this, mom..."

"Just relax," she moaned. "Enjoy the moment. I want you to remember this
for the rest of your life."

Their unholy mother/son coupling became even hotter and more intense. She
remembered how it all started when she watched her son masturbate, now
here she was, fucking him. Seeing him under her sexual control made her
feel aroused in a way that she had never felt before, and it was taking
its toll on both of them. Soon, she recognized the telltale signs she
knew from her ex-husband, his father, as well as a burning sensation
between her own legs.

"Mom... I'm going to cum..."

"I know, honey... I know... Just let it happen. There's nothing to be
afraid of. I want your cum inside me."

She watched his eyes roll back and felt his body arch. Soon, she felt a
massive load of cum filling deep inside of her vagina. Her own body gave
a similar reaction to his, and she felt her muscles spasm and her vagina
having a strong burning sensation. It was the best orgasm she felt in
years (if not the best orgasm she ever had). Fluids sprayed from her cunt.

Every inch of her body wanted her to scream out loud, but instead, she
planted a big sloppy wet kiss on her son's mouth for the very first time.
It was an incestuous kiss that made every motherly kiss she had ever
given him on the cheek or forehead pale in comparison.

"That was so amazing," she said in between kisses as they both calmed
down. "I've never felt anything like that before in my life."

"I was about to say the same thing. I think I've already told you this
before, but you're the coolest mom ever."

She gave him another kiss and got up, letting his flaccid penis just plop
out of her body, leaving a trail of both of their orgasms dripping down
her leg.

"Thanks. You're sweet. But I need a hot shower right about now. Oh, and I
almost forgot..."

She bent down and took his wet flaccid penis in her mouth and sucked the
fluids off. Her tongue ran laps around the sensitive area of his head and
around the length of the shaft.

"Oh fuck..." he panted as his mother finished using her mouth on his cock.

"There, now you're clean," she said with a wink.

"Next time we do something together, I want that! Your mouth feels as
good as your pussy does."

She smiled, "Well, you'll have your chance sooner rather than later.
Start packing some of your stuff and put them in my bedroom. With a cock
like yours, you'll be sleeping with me from now on."

Tom watched as his classy mother turned away, still smiling, and picked
up her pants and left. She was still naked from the waist down. His eyes
were locked onto her rear-end as her luscious ass cheeks swayed from side
to side as she headed up the stairs.

The End

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