Quality time with my son

The sight shocked me at first, but strangely it excited me also. I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but I knew he was jacking off. I felt a stirring in my crotch. Something that I hadn’t felt since my husband Jack had left us for another woman almost two year before.I felt disgusted with myself, I was getting turned on watching my son jacking off, something that I knew teenagers did. I knew it was normal, and that what I was feeling wasn’t.
I just stood there, wondering whether to go upstairs and finger myself to a mind-blowing orgasm, or finger myself as I watched my son’s muscular back tighten and relax and his arm moved slowly up and down his cock.

I wanted a better look, a good, close-up look at his cock. I knew that it was wrong but the sight of my handsome teenage son in the throws of passion made my mind numb, and my body so aroused that I couldn’t help myself. He was only 18 and couldn’t help what his hormones were doing to him. I had turned 43 not three days ago and should have been able to control mine.
I reached inside my pants and found the elastic band to my undies. I reached into and rubbed my fingers over my bush, shivering at the luscious feeling of sinful pleasure, then I parted my cunt lips with my fingers, imagining my son’s erect cock thrusting in between them. I moaned involuntarily, and Adam suddenly whirled around toward me, a look of terror on his face.
“Mom! What? What are you…?”