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Because He Needs a MILF
“Should I masturbate my son?”
This is driving me insane! My poor adopted boy is disabled and he can’t take care of his own needs. So because I’m an experienced woman with needs, should I take care of him?
The 19-year-old is so handsome too! Would it be okay for me to stroke him in his bath? And what if we did more together? Maybe he would like his mom to ride him so we could both pleasure ourselves even though it’s wrong and completely taboo…
“I’m so glad we had this talk, Jesse. It’s really opening my eyes. And it ties into what I wanted to talk about. Do you want me to help you until Kayden gets back?”
“You want to… to jack me off, mom?”
“If it makes you feel better then I’m all for it. I see you without a stitch every day anyway, right? I clean you up every day. Shouldn’t be too much different.”
I glanced down and sure enough he was fully hard now. His shaft was even bigger than I remembered, the tip breaking the water’s surface.
“Okay,” he said softly. “If you don’t think it’s too weird for you then okay.”
“Okay,” I repeated.
I couldn’t believe we were really going to do this! My heart was beating faster and oddly I was looking forward to it.
I wasn’t sure how to proceed so I decided to start things slow. I grabbed the washcloth from the edge of the bathtub and squirted some shower gel into it, working up a lather.
Next I brushed it against his broad chest, his shoulders. It was something I did every day but tonight it had another meaning. His eyes were riveted to mine and he was breathing faster.
I went lower. I stroked his stomach and at long last I made contact with his manhood. I only bumped into it at first, gathering the nerves to do more. I knew that there was no going back if I went through with it.
But I didn’t want to go back to how things were 20 minutes ago! I liked this new honesty between us. We no longer had secrets, just caring, love.
I curled the soapy washcloth around his length and my son gasped.
“Am I doing okay?”