1. Obsession


    Date: 2/7/2017, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Mature, Author: qudduse, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    boxers and gently, slowly, pulled open the small slit. My finger was so close to my son’s dick. Again, I had to stifle the urge to giggle. I moved my head a little to one side to allow the light from the table lamp to better light the area. I noticed that my hand was shaking quite a bit. I glanced up at Brian one more time. Still sl**ping. I could see inside his boxers a little better now. There it was; most of it anyway. “Jeeezzzz…” I whispered under my breath. I found myself comparing it to his father’s. Even soft, what I could see of it, was bigger than his father’s had ever been hard. I saw what looked to be every bit of at least five inches of my son’s penis. It looked nice and smooth {You know, like a dick} and after all my efforts to confirm what I thought I’d seen more than 2 years earlier, I could now see that in fact, it had not been my imagination. His dick was pretty big and very, very thick… …fat actually. “…And it’s not even hard…” I remember saying. &#034My son has a fat dick&#034 I shook my head slowly, Part satisfaction part...Pride. Evidently I spoke kinda loud because suddenly Brian grunted and shifted his weight. As he turned, I pulled my hand back like the damn thing was gunna bite me. And when I did, I inadvertently slid my finger over my son’s penis. I was immediately aware of the contact. I quickly stood up, straight, rigid actually, and quickly stepped back from the couch with my hands to my mouth. I don’t know what was wrong with me. I was peeking ...
    in my son’s fly- STICKING MY FINGER IN IT WHILE HE SLEPT! – and for some reason, I was on the verge of giggling. My first thought should have been to run out of the living room and up to my room in case he woke up. Maybe call some kind of 24 hour HOT-LINE or a support group or something. Did they have support groups for moms that poke at their k**’s underwear? Probably not. Anyway-All I thought about was, “I touched it!” I stood there trying to be quiet and still as Brian settled in with a long sign. I stood frozen, staring, for what seemed like a long time. As luck would have it, {Good luck? - Bad luck? - Dumb luck? - The jury was still out.} Brian’s penis had worked its way out through the fly of his boxers as he’d shifted positions. {I remember my mouth dropped open and I believe I might have stopped breathing for ten or fifteen minutes.} I could see almost all of it. There was no question. There was no need for anymore confirmation. It lay over to one side, maybe a little more than 6 inches and as fat around as a good sized banana...a very good sized banana. I couldn’t help but wonder, “What if it was hard?” For a split second, I started to think about how I could accomplish such a feat. I shook my head trying to shake the thought away and quickly took another step back to gather my wits. I couldn’t believe what I was thinking. Did I really want to see how big my son’s dick would get? Did I really want to see my own son’s cock… …get hard? I wondered what I might be willing ...
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