Unleashed Cravings (3)

Her son's cock was big, no more than that, close to huge! There it was, hard as a rock and at full attention between his legs as his fist pumped up and down his shaft. Tim wasn't small, slightly over six feet and with a rugged build. His hand was not small, but there was a lot of cock exposed over his hand as it worked up and down.

What the hell is wrong with you, you pig? The voice of reason asked, but again was ignored by the lust driven part of her that wouldn't allow her eyes to leave her son's cock. My god, it was beautiful! Sarah's fingers caressed her palms as if she imagined wrapping her own hands around that amazing dick.

"Get out." She whispered to herself, "Now."

Her feet ignored her words and she leaned her head further into the partly open door, getting a better look at her son jerking off. Her eyes finally left his cock, checking out the rest of him. Tim was just in a pair of shorts that were pushed down to his thighs and her gaze moved up along his hard flat stomach and wide, strong chest.

The muscles in Tim's forearm and upper arm flexed as he stroked his cock and his blue eyes, her eyes, were intent on the scene before him. His square jaw, with the five o'clock shadow he favored was relaxed, his mouth partially open as he breathed hard and moaned quietly.

Tim had her eyes, but Larry's short sandy blonde hair and looking at him, nearly naked, masturbating, the thought struck her like a physical blow' goddamn her son was good looking. Not just good looking and with a nice build, but again, that cock!

What the hell was wrong with her? She felt like she was in one of those stupid fake incest movies she'd seen bits and pieces of while doing her own porn surfing. What, one look at her son's dick had her wet and feeling like a dog in heat?

She couldn't blame the wine either, no amount of booze should be able to make a mother look at her son in a sexual sense. But something was and maybe it was as simple as this was how frustrated she was, but oh, that dick looked good.

Sarah stepped closer, easing the door open a little more, her fingers now on her clit, and her eyes once again locked on Tim's cock, eagerly awaiting the thrill of watching it explode. She slipped her other hand in her robe, finding her aching nipple and leaned a bit to the right to get a better angle to watch.

She leaned too far and the door swung open, banging into the bureau behind it. Tim jerked his head around and exclaimed, "Holy shit!"

If the situation wasn't so awkward, his reaction would have been funny. Simultaneously trying to yank his shorts up with one hand, he fumbled with the mouse, trying to shut the movie off. Tim dropped the mouse and settled for slamming the lap top shut while trying to stand and turn away from her to get his shorts up.

"Damn, mom!" He said over his shoulder, "Ever hear of knocking?"

"Ever hear of closing your door?" Sarah replied while walking into his room and over to his desk.

Tim turned and seeing her standing right in front of him, fumbled with his zipper.

"Easy, honey," She grinned, "You don't want to do that too fast and hurt yourself."

"Why are you in here?" he asked, his face flushed from embarrassment.

Sarah knew her face was red as well, but it was for a totally different reason.

"Seeing the door was open, I was just going to pop my head in and say hello." She smirked, "Figured I see what you were up to and I did."

"Thanks." He muttered, "Sorry about that mom, I should have made sure the door was closed. But this is a little humiliating so, you know if you don't mind." He gestured at the door.

Sarah remained where she was, her eyes on the impressive bulge in her son's still unsnapped shorts.

"I'm sorry to, honey." She told him, "Sorry you have to do that."

"Do...that?" Tim's blue eyes narrowed, then he turned even redder. "Right."

"Really Tim, "She put her hand on his arm, "A good looking boy like you shouldn't be jerking himself off."

"Mom!" He looked more closely at her, "You been drinking?"

"Day that ends in Y, right?" She laughed, then indicated his chair. "Why don't you sit back down and relax, honey?"

Tim gave her an odd look, but sat down and began to fumble with his shorts, trying to snap them. Again, moving seemingly of their own volition, her hands reached out and grabbed his, moving them away from his crotch.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"Tell me, honey, why are you playing with yourself? Young man like you should have a nice girl to do this for you."

"Well I broke up with Lisa." He said, looking at her, suspiciously, "You know that."

"That was a few months ago." He shrugged, "Just haven't met anyone and don't want to screw around just to screw around."

"You're a good young man, Tim." Sarah's eyes continued to linger on his crotch. "It's a shame when people go without because they try to do the right thing."

"I guess." He nodded, "Mom? This is a little weird, can we....what are you doing?"

What was she doing? She had sank down on her knees between his legs and was now looking up at him.

"Like mother like son." She sighed, "I have to get myself off all the time, honey."

"Whoa, TMI!" he exclaimed, "I don't need to know that, mom."

"Come on, Tim. You're not a kid. You have to know I do. I mean, look at me, I'm a woman in my prime with a husband whose gone as much as he's home and when he is?" She made a farting sound with her lips, "He may as well not be."

"I...yeah, I suppose I've figured out you and dad probably don't have a lot if, um, time together."

"The time isn't the problem as long as he made good use of what we do have, but he's older than me Tim, and he doesn't want me anymore." She pushed her lips into a pout, while staring up at him through her lashes, "Is it me, Tim, and I not attractive anymore?"

"Not you, mom. You're very attractive."

"Yeah?" She smiled, "What about hot, am I hot like those Milfs you jerk off to?"

"I think you need to go back to bed. Mom." He said uneasily, and made to stand up.

Sarah put her hands on his thighs, keeping him in the chair.

"Answer my question and maybe I will." She sat up higher on her knees well aware that her loosely tied robe was showing off quite a bit of her chest.

"You mean are you hot?"

"Yes, look at me and pretend I'm not your mom. I'm some woman you see at a club or bar, you check me out, what do you think?"

"Well..." he frowned, "Hard to think of it like that, you are my mom."

"Look at me kneeling between your legs." She edged closer to him, then sank back down so her ass was on her calves. "I'm not your mom, just a horny older woman right in the spot you'd most like to have one."