Mom, look what Johnny taught me

Then, he began to stroke himself, looking up at me and smiling. “It feels really good mom.” He told me, as he masturbated.

My name is Linda, and I live alone with my 11 year-old son, Paul. We left his father two years ago, because he was both physically and mentally abusive to both of us.

When you go through something like that with somebody, you develop a very special, deep bond. Paul and I had that kind of bond.

Like best friends, we talked about everything. He told me when he learned curse words, and who taught him. Then he demonstrated his newfound knowledge, by saying all the new curse words he learned. So Paul felt comfortable talking about anything with me. I never judged him or scolded him, because what he said or did was inappropriate. As a result, he completely trusted me and feels free to be himself. I really value that in our relationship.

It’s also why I wasn’t surprised that night after supper, when he asked me, “Mom, do you want to see what Johnny taught me today? It’s really cool.” I could tell by his voice that he was very excited to show me what Johnny taught him. Johnny was the boy that taught him the curse words. Johnny is 13 and lives three houses down the street from us. There really aren’t any other boys in the neighborhood close to their age, so they play a lot together after school and on weekends.

“Of course I do honey. What did he teach you this time?” I replied. He stood up, and began to take off his pants. I sat there watching him, kind of amused, thinking I knew where this might be going. At 13, Johnny would be going through puberty right now.

After he had his pants and underwear completely off, he took his shirt off and sat back down, completely naked.

“First, I have to make my weenie big.” He told me, as he took his penis between his thumb and finger and began to gently pull on it. It only took a couple of seconds, before he had a nice little 3″ erection.

Actually, I had to admit, Paul had a beautiful penis. It was circumcised, and the knob was actually quite large, in comparison to the shaft.

Then, he began to stroke himself, looking up at me and smiling. “It feels really good mom.” He told me, as he masturbated.

As I sat there watching my little boy stroke his penis, my responsible adult brain was telling me ‘watching your eleven-year-old son masturbate is wrong, you need to tell him to do that in private.’ But at the same time, my vagina was screaming, ‘I’m so fucking wet, I could drowned. We need to cum, masturbate with him. Let him watch you touch me’. When that thought ran through my mind, I felt a shudder go up my spine.

Before I could decide which voice to listen to, Paul said, “I better stop or I’ll pee.” Hmm, looks like Johnny didn’t teach him to finish. He must be new to masturbating.

“Actually honey, you’re not going to pee. I know it feels like that, but if you keep stroking your penis, you’ll get an amazing feeling.” I told him. And then, something very strange happened. I felt myself starting to float upward. As I continued to rise, my view of what was taking place changed.

Instead of having a first-person point of view, I was more of what I would call, a voyeur. Somebody peeking in through a window. The weird thing was, me and Paul were on the other side of the window I was peeking through.

I remembered reading something about, rising above, and seeing with your third eye, back when I was in high school. I remembered it had something to do with Timothy Leary and LSD. I had never done LSD, but who knows. Maybe you don’t need it, to use your third eye. Or, was I completely out in the weeds, and had no fucking idea what was happening?

Then I heard myself say, “Here, let me show you.”

I watched myself reach over and take his little penis between my thumb and finger. I started stroking him, slowly.

It was weird, because I could feel his penis between my thumb and finger, but I was still looking at it, as if I was not in my own body.

Paul was watching me, wide-eyed as I stroked his little penis. A flush appeared on his neck and travelled up over his face. His breathing began to get deeper and heavier.

“Are you sure I’m not going to pee, cuz it’s starting to feel like that again.” Paul asked, clearly alarmed and concerned that he was going to pee.

“Positive.” I heard myself tell him, as I stroked him even faster. A couple of seconds later, Paul gasped and arched his hips up. The knob of his penis swelled, followed by a few drops of clear liquid squirting out, and landing on my hand. I continued stroking him until he said it was starting to tickle.

“Oh my God Mom, what did you do?” He asked me. “That was the best feeling I’ve ever had.”

Then in a flash, I was sitting next to him again, no longer a voyeur, wiping his little watery discharge off my hand.

“I told you it felt incredible, didn’t I? That’s called cumming. That’s what’s supposed to happen when you stroke your penis.” I said, a little dazed by my recent head trip. “Stroking your penis yourself, is called masturbating. If somebody does it for you, it’s called a hand job. So you started masturbating, and then I gave you a hand job.”

“I love handjobs mom. Thank you so much for doing that for me. I can’t wait to show Johnny this.” He told me excitedly. “Johnny thinks if you keep stroking, you’ll pee. You think I should give Johnny a handjob mom?”

At this point, my mind started to drift a little bit. I pictured Paul, holding Johnny’s penis in his hand, and stroking it until Johnny started squirting. That’s when I noticed Paul idly stroking his still hard penis, looking at me expectantly. I could feel the wetness in my pussy, and it felt like it was soaking through to my pants.

I sat there, looking down at my little boy. His penis, standing up like a small spike. I could actually see his heartbeat in his hard penis.

“Mom?” Paul said. “Did you hear me?”

“Huh, what hun?” I asked him, breaking out of my daze.

“Do you think I should give Johnny a handjob” Paul repeated. “You know, to show him that you don’t pee, but get a great feeling instead?”

“Well, it would be the polite thing to do. After all, he showed you how to stroke your penis.” I told my son.

The more I talked to my son about him giving his friend a hand job, the wetter and hornier I got. My focus had returned to my sons hard little penis.

I realized that I had already crossed the line, but doing it again, would make a one time error in judgment, a permanent parental failure.

I sat there, staring at his hard little penis. I knew what I wanted to do, but my responsible adult brain said, ‘tell him to get dressed now.’

As I stared at his throbbing little penis, I began to float. I was a voyeur again, watching myself sitting next to my young son, who was waiting for his mother to stroke his penis.

I’ve watched in fascination, as I reached over and took his little penis between my thumb and finger. I watched as I gently stroked it. I could feel my other hand, pushing down into the front of my pants, to touch my pussy.

I watched myself masturbate my young son with one hand, while I masturbated myself with the other. I could feel my fingers rubbing my pussy, even in my voyeur state.

Then something really weird happened, I briefly thought about taking his small hard penis in my mouth, then in total shock, watched myself do it.

I increased the tempo of my masturbation, as I watched myself sucking my little boy’s penis.

Paul put his hands on the back of my head, and began to thrust his hips up, trying to push his penis as far in it my mouth as he could. Because he was only 3″, I had him fully in my mouth already, but I understood his need to put it in deeper.

After a couple of seconds, I could feel his little knob swell inside my mouth. Then his penis began to jerk, as it squirted its small load into my sucking mouth.

I kept sucking it, running my tongue around the sensitive knob, until he told me to stop because it tickling too much. As I was lifting my head, I was suddenly once again sitting next to my son.

Paul was sitting there, panting like he had just run a race, his eyes were bugging out of his head and he was staring at me in disbelief.

“Wow, mom, you just put my penis in your mouth..” He said, clearly having a little bit of trouble processing what I just did to him.

“Did you like it?” I asked him, hopefully.

“Oh hell yes. I loved it. I want you to do it all the time.” He said to me, with a big smile on his face.

“Well honey, I really enjoy sucking your penis, and want to do it a lot more, but you’re going to have to do something for me too.” I explained to him.

He looked at me expectantly. He was clearly eager. Then suddenly, I was floating. I watched myself stand up, and begin to take off my pants. Once I was naked from the waist down, I sat back down on the sofa and guided Paul to his knees in front of me.

Then placing my hands on the sides of his head, I pulled him forward until his mouth touched my pussy.

“Okay honey, you see that little bump at the top there? Lick that with your tongue.” I heard myself telling him. As soon as I felt my son’s tongue on my clitoris, I came. It was disorienting to sit there as a voyeur and feel myself cumming, and at the same time watching myself cum.

I watched as I squeezed my son’s head between my thighs. I could hear myself moaning like a French whore, as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life, ripped through my entire body.

I continued to hold his head against my pussy, as his tongue continued to lap at my clit. After about another 60 seconds, I had my second orgasm. It was every bit as intense as the first, and even lasted a little bit longer.

Finally, I had had enough. As I was pushing my son’s head away from my pussy, I was suddenly back on the sofa, my little boy on his knees in front of me, his whole face wet with my vaginal juices.

“Oh honey, I can’t believe how well you did that. Nobody has ever licked me so good, that I had two orgasms.” I praised my little boy.

“Will you suck my penis again mommy?” Paul asked me, as he was standing up.

“Oh honey, I would love to suck your penis again. But I’m really hungry now. Let’s take a break and have a snack, and then when we’re done I’ll suck your penis again.” I told him.

“Okay, I think I really have to pee now anyway.” He giggled, as he ran down the hallway to the bathroom.

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