Mommy knows best

Chapter 3

Angela’s POV

The next was not any different at all. I still saw him doing the same thing, that is m**********g for me but this time the only difference was, he found that I had seen him. I did not stay there for long in the fear of embarrassing him any more than he already was. It was something that I decided should not be brought up at such a sensitive time. But I also knew instinctively that this was going to be the elephant in the room.

When I passed his door, I called out, "I'm going to order us some pizza for dinner, do you want any specific kind?"

There was a long pause before I heard a muffled, "Whatever kind you want is fine with me."

I felt bad, he was obviously embarrassed. When the Pizza arrived I called to his room, "The pizza's here, come on out for dinner Alex baby." My heart sank when he came out of his room. He was looking down at the floor and mumbled another apology before sitting at the table. We ate in awkward silence. No matter how hard I tried to start a conversation he only gave one word responses. His face was still beet red and he couldn't look me in the eye.

After dinner he headed right back to his room. Needless to say, I was starting to get concerned that he was going to be emotionally scarred. I could just see him on Oprah now, "My mom saw me masturbate and now I'm scarred me for life." I coaxed him out of his room long enough to watch a movie. When the movie ended there was an awkward silence hanging in the room.

"I'm going to go to bed, goodnight Mom," Alex said.

"Good night honey," I replied.

Needless to say I starting to get concerned. Just before slipping into bed I decided that I couldn't let things hang the way they were. I slid on a long tee shirt to cover me and knocked on his Alex's door. "Alex, can I talk to you for a couple of minutes?"

There was another long pause before he said, "Sure, come on in."

He was already in bed. He had the covers pulled up to his chest and he wasn't wearing a shirt. 'I wonder if he sleeps in the nude.' I pushed that thought out of my mind and sat on the bed. I stroked his hair like I did when he was a child and said, "Alex, try not to be embarrassed. There really isn't anything to be ashamed of, everyone masturbates."

"I know," he replied. He was looking down at the floor when he added, "But you saw me, uhm, ahh, do it. And uhm, uhm, you saw me naked."

I watched as he slowly looked up. His gaze moved up my legs, then lingered on my breasts. I felt my n*****s harden as he stared at my t**s. The thin material hid them view, but the shirt was tight enough to make the fact that I was bra-less quite evident. I felt my face flush as I said, "It's really not such a big deal. It really is okay."

I watched his gaze follow my breasts as they swayed when I stood. I turned and walked to the door. I looked back, and noticed that he was staring at my legs. "Good night son, I love you."

"Love you too mom," he replied. I closed the door and went to my room.

The next day didn't show any improvement. He was still sullen and withdrawn. He spent most of the day in his room. That night before turning in, I returned to his room.

"Look Alex, we are going to have to get past this," I told him. "Like I told you last night, everyone m*********s. As far as seeing you naked, who do you think changed your diapers?"

"That was a long time ago, that's different."

"I suppose it is different. On the other hand I have seen a p***s or two in my lifetime." I replied calmly. I looked at his face only to find that he was staring at my breasts. I looked down at and saw a bulge under the covers. My p***y moistened as I realized that I was feeding his fantasies. I took a deep breath, and placed my hand on his chest. His heart was beating rapidly.

I started lightly stroking his chest and said, "m**********g is a part of growing up, everyone does it. So the best thing would be to get this out of the way, alright?”

I took the covers and pulled them down exposing his hard c**k.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he exclaimed. His hands quickly moved to cover his hardening c**k.

"I'm just going to show you that it's okay to masturbate. I figure if I help you do it this once, you might be less embarrassed." I looked down and said, "Now move your hands so I can see your penis." He moved his hands and his hard c**k came into view.

"It's a nice big one," I told him, hoping to build his confidence. I took his hand and placed it back on his c**k. Then slowly moved it up and down the shaft before letting go of it. "Go ahead and stroke it. Make yourself ejaculate. That's it, keep stroking." He looked into my face and I smiled, "See I told you it was okay." Alex started stroking faster, his hips moving to meet his strokes. Suddenly he stopped and took his hand off his c**k.

"What's the matter," I asked.

"I was going to uhm, ahh, umm."

"That's the whole idea isn't it. To ejaculate or as you kids say, c*m?" I reached down and took his hard c**k in my hand. I started pumping slowly and asked, "How does that feel?"

All he could do is let out a low moan. He hips started bucking and I started pumping faster. "I want you to c*m for me," I told him.

His pace quickened and I stroked his hard shaft faster. "I'm going to c*m," he announced. I cupped his balls with my other hand and stroked faster. Suddenly his body went rigid and a deep groan escaped his lips. I felt his balls pulse and his first shot of c*m sprang from the tip of his c**k. "Uhhg," he grunted as I felt his c**k twitch and spurt again. I continued to slowly stroke his shaft, milking it dry.

"See now that wasn't anything to be embarrassed about was it?" I smiled and looked down at his softening c**k. c*m was still leaking from the tip and there were several pools on his stomach and chest. "Let me get you a washcloth," I said. He eyed me up and down as I stood, staring at my legs and the sway of my breasts. I was wearing the same long T-shirt as the day before and could feel my hard n*****s straining against the thin material.

I returned with a washcloth, his gaze was fixed on my hard n*****s as they pressed against my thin nightshirt. He hadn't moved, his soft spent c**k was still exposed. I tossed him the washcloth and said, "Clean yourself up and get some sleep."

He smiled and said, "Thanks Mom, for everything."

I just smiled, winked and said, "Goodnight."

I went back to my room and closed the door. I pulled the shirt over my head and climbed into bed. My hand immediately went to my wet snatch. It was my turn, I thought. I slid a finger into my p***y, lubricating it with my juices. I then started rubbing my swollen clit. All I could do was picture Alex's c**k spurting c*m. I pinched a n****e and rubbed my clit faster. I moaned quietly and slid one finger in my p***y while the other continued to rub my clit. "Yesss," I panted as my orgasm hit. After my orgasm subsided, I smiled, rolled over and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

The next morning I woke to find that Alex was his old chipper self again. Bright and cheery as if nothing had ever happened. "Good job," I thought. "Perhaps a little unorthodox, but effective." I went off to work feeling great.

I returned home that evening at my normal time. "Alex, I'm home," I called out. There was no answer, so I headed to my room to change.

When I walked into my room I found Alex. He was lying on my bed naked, with his hand wrapped around his hard c**k. He continued his slow stroking as he looked over at me. I didn't know what to say.

Alex broke the silence, "You said it was okay to do this right?"

I looked at his swollen c**k and said, "Well, uhh, I guess I did, didn't I. Usually people masturbate in private, but I guess it's okay."

He smiled and said, "Would you finish me like last night?"

"No," I replied. "It looks like you've got things all under control."

I stood in the doorway and watched as his hand flew over his c**k. I smiled when I noticed that he was looking at me. His gaze shifted between my breasts and my face. I looked back down at his c**k, the tip was glistening with precum. Alex grunted and his body went rigid as c*m spurt from his c**k pooling on his chest and stomach. His pace slowed until his c**k stopped jerking. He removed his hand from his c**k giving me an unobstructed view. I watched his spent c**k soften while the remaining c*m oozed out.

"I'll get you a washcloth," I said. "So we can get you cleaned up." I wetted a washcloth with warm water. I walked over and sat on the bed next to him. "What a messy boy you are!" I teased. "Always making a mess for his mom to clean up." We both laughed. I wiped the c*m from his chest and stomach, then moved down by his c**k. I wiped his c**k with the washcloth, then held his c**k with my other hand saying, "Wouldn't want it to get dirty again." I wiped the up c*m that pooled by it and said, "There you go, clean as a whistle."

"Thanks mom," he said.

"Now get out of here I need to change."

"Can I stay and watch?" he asked.

"No, certainly not. Now go get dressed and you can help me get dinner ready."

The nerd that had grown up before my eyes and I had helped him grow up to be a man was now doing this and to be honest, I did not know what I was supposed to do. I was at a loss. It was one thing to help build your son’s, I mean step-son’s self confidence but then to become his object of fantasy, that was a different ball game altogether. I had no idea how I was supposed to handle this entire thing but I also knew this that this was a very slippery road and once I went down along this path there was no coming back at all.

So whatever was going to happen from now on I had to remind Alex that I was his mother, and even though I did not give birth to him, that did not make me his Mommy-slut at all. And he needed to remember that fact.