Mom Could Not Help It

(Part 1 from 3)

Jeanne opened her son's closed door then froze. He was jacking off again. It was an obsession for him and she was worried sick about her eighteen-year-old son. He spent all his time mindlessly jacking off. It wasn't natural to jack off as much as he seemed to be.

Bobby was sitting on the edge of his bed, jacking off frantically, his eyes glazed and unseeing, seemingly staring at the head of his swollen cock.

Her determination to stop him left Jeanne as she stared. Excitement coursed through her and she felt cummy and was horrified she was going to have an orgasm. "Ohhhhhhh Nooooooo! Not now, not here with my only son. This can't be happening to me!" She cried in her mind.

She saw his fist going up and down on his throbbing hard-on, his young balls swinging back and forth, his legs very wide. The feeling of orgasm seemed to boil between her thighs again, stronger than ever. She clutched her hands into tight fists unable to take her eyes off his cock and balls.

Her tits felt swollen and painful in the constraints of her bra. She was unaware that her shirt was open. She gazed mesmerized at her son's cock, at his swollen cockhead, watching his piss hole oozing pre-cum.

Jeanne wasn't conscious she was moving, walking closer. Her eyes never left his cock. She wasn't aware that she stood before her son, or that he had finally lifted his eyes to look in shock at her.

Bobby stared at her, wondering what she was going to do until he realized she was acting as if she was in a trance; unable to do anything but stare at his rock hard mammoth dick.

She wasn't aware that he was gazing at her bra, seeing the creamy fullness of her tits about to burst from the cups.

The only thing she was aware of was his cock, the head so smooth and swollen. Bobby made a gulping sound as he stared at his mother's bra. His cock seemed to bulge from his fist. He wasn't pumping now, but squeezing at his cock as hard as he could as if to contain a pending explosion.

Jeanne's legs trembled and she slowly dropped to her knees, her eyes staring hungrily at her son's prick and dangling balls. She placed her hands on his thighs, feeling the heat of his flesh on her palms. She made a soft sobbing sound and stroked her hands up Bobby's thighs slowly.

Bobby removed his fist from his dick, watching his mother with unbelieving eyes. His cock was standing throbbing straight up from his crotch.

Jeanne stopped the movements of her hands when she reached her son's crotch. The tips of her fingers were very, very close to his balls and cock, and she could feel the intense heat from them. She gazed at his swollen cockhead, his oozing piss hole, and his hairless but full-looking balls.

She was breathing in short gasps, her lips parted, nostrils expanded, sucking in oxygen. The lips of her Pussy felt ready to rip the seams of her jeans, her clitoris excitingly smashed there. She felt a shiver flow through her body, a shiver that caused her full tits to quiver.

"Oh, God!" she moaned in a soft, guttural voice. Her right fist darted about her son's cock, a thrill coursed through her when she saw she couldn't get her hand all the way around it, her left cupping his swollen balls. The feel of them almost made her cum. She held them tight and began to jack on his cock, her fist very tight and rotating to cover the full circumference of his gigantic member.

Bobby moaned and leaned back, watching his mother's fist pounding his cock, his eyes darting from her hand to her cupped tits. He lifted his hips, pushing his cock upward as he moaned with pleasure.

Jeanne's eyes gleamed with heat, showing her excitement. She pumped up and down, twisting at his tender balls. She made soft sounds, hissing and cooing and sobbing. Her ass swayed as the exquisite heat grew between her legs. Her twisted panties felt as if they were being sucked into her Pussy, her clit aching against the hard-welted seam of her jeans.

"Oh, yes baby!" She whispered. "Yes, yes! My love... Ohhhhh do it honey!" Bobby didn't know what his mother wanted done, nor did he care. He was twisting his hips about, lifting his cock to her, fucking his mother's soft hand, up and down, ready to explode and gush hot cum juice out of his young balls.

"Please cum for mommy baby!" Jeanne whispered mindlessly, her hand rotating fast and vigorously up and down her son's cock. "Please...oh, please shoot your hot fuck juice for mommy darling!" Bobby made a strangled sound just as thick globs of cum juice boiled from his prick.

Jeanne's eyes filled with tears as she gasped excitedly, watching the white, creamy globs of cum juice shoot from his piss-hole. It flew high, and then splashed back down over her gripping fist.

The feel of it seemed to burn and blister her flesh. She held his balls tightly, feeling them spasm as they emptied. Each throb of his spurting cock sent a rippling tingle down to her Pussy. She kept making hissing sounds as she jacked him off, staring hypnotically at the gush of his rich, thick globules of cum juice splashing all over her hand and wrist, his upper thighs and on his shorts.

She held on to his cock and watched if deflate and grow soft in her hand. When it was flaccid, she released it.

Wiping her hand on her hip, she then saw the glistening cum juice on the wall beneath his window. She gazed at it, and then lifted her eyes to her son's face for the first time since she entered his room.

Bobby's was grinning down at her. Jeanne returned his grin, nervously.

"Is it better?" She whispered.

"Oh yes, much better, Mom!" He said, his voice shaky.

Jeanne didn't understand why she was talking this way with her son, she only knew she felt a compulsion to do it. She had to cum. Her Pussy was tortured. She was aware that her shirt was open now but didn't care.

Drawing her knees up, she squatted in front of her son, her eyes moving from the mess just below the window to his still-exposed cock and balls.

The cum juice glistened on his thighs and shorts, and she parted her knees. Sliding a hand down one thigh, she cupped her Pussy and pressed, moaning softly as the tingle increased. Her left hand lifted, and she cupped one of her bra-covered tits, and then began to rub at her Pussy. She could feel the heat of her Pussy burning through her jeans and bunched-up panties. Jeanne felt lewd, very lewd.

Spreading her knees wide, rubbing at her Pussy through her jeans and squeezing her tits, she stared at her son's exposed cock and balls, cum juice on his flesh.

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