Jacobson's Mom Pt. 02

Jacobson's Mom * Part 2 of 3

If my friends could see me now, they would lose their fucking minds. Like seriously, they'd probably try to check me into a mental institution, or at the very least start planning an intervention on my behalf, ha.

And honestly, I probably wouldn't blame them for reacting that way! I mean, last weekend was crazy enough, but it was literally my first night being separated from my husband, Greg. So I think it was totally natural and even somewhat expected, that I would act out and do something crazy. Now granted, fucking four freshman college boys in their dorm room is obviously pretty extreme, but I think you could easily chalk that adventure up to being some sort of a one-off coming out party. You know, like I was just making up for lost time.

But this situation I'm in right now? Woah, this is a lot harder to explain, and I think a lot more embarrassing to have to admit to, if for some reason my friends were to ever find out about it. Not only am I seducing another innocent 18-year-old boy, but this time it's in my own house, and of course he's also a virgin, and oh by the way, we're going to roleplay where I pretend to be his fucking mom!

I know it's bad, and I know it's so weird. But I'm going to let you in on a secret. I don't care! I'm just so turned on right now, and I'm sure part of the reason why I find it so arousing, is that I love the idea that I'm turning young Jacob on as well. And if being with his own mother happens to be his ultimate fantasy, then who am I to judge? We all have our quirks.

I actually feel both surprised and honored that Jake shared such an intimate and potentially embarrassing fantasy with me in the first place. So as a result, I'm just going to do my best to make the most complete version of this dream scenario of his come true. And just you wait and see. I'm going to roleplay the fuck out of pretending to be this boy's mother, and I think it's going to be great, and no one can convince me otherwise!

And so here Jake is, in my bathtub, lying with his head back against the tub as I finish rinsing the last of the shampoo out of his cute, curly, light brown hair. His petite, but muscular body is naked as can be, while I'm still fully clothed. Meanwhile, I'm leaning over the side of the tub, bathing him just like a caring mother would do.

Me (as I wash the suds off of my hands): "Alright Jacobson, I think you're all set! Let's drain the tub and get you dried off."

Jake (looking up at me with the sweetest eyes): "Thanks, Mom. This was really nice. I can't remember the last time you gave me a bath! It's been so long."

Yeah, this roleplaying is still going to take some getting used to, but I'm up for the challenge, ha.

Me (brushing off a few bubbles from one of Jake's shoulders): "You bet!"

I was about to use a generic term of endearment, like Sweatheart or Buddy or whatever, but just like how his Mom calls him Jacobson and not Jake or Jacob, I figure I should try to be accurate in how I address him.

Me (leaning in and whispering to Jake): "What does your mom call you in times like this? Like Sweetie or any other nickname like that?"

Jake (recognizing that I broke character and whispering back): "Oh yeah, she calls me Honey or Honey Bear or sometimes just Hon for short."

Okay perfect. And then Jake nods as if to signal we should resume in character. Fuck, he's so adorable.

Me (placing my hands on Jake's waist in order to guide him up): "Alright Honey Bear, let's get you dried off and ready for bed!"

Jake (just beaming with happiness right now): "Sure thing, Mom!"

Yeah, so far all of our dialog and delivery is probably a little over the top and cheesy, but we'll work on that. : P

As Jake stands up, it's impossible not to notice his rock hard boner come springing up with him, mainly because it's literally right in front of my face. Fuck, it looks so good.

I've already mentioned a number of times how small his penis is, and even though I obviously haven't measured it with a ruler or anything, I'm officially pegging it at three and a half inches, fully erect. And I know what you're thinking. That has to be disappointing, right??

Well, I can't fully explain it, but it's not. Not in the least.

I leave Jake standing next to the tub, with his little dick sticking straight out at me, like a hunter dog that's spotted its target, while I go grab a clean towel to dry him off with. Once I come back, I start with Jacob's head and I give his brown curls a frantic rub until they're all nice and fluffy. It's notable how easy it is for me to dry Jake's hair, simply because of how short he is. I know I said before that I thought he was probably 5'6", but I think that actually might be a little generous.

After using the towel to dry off his ears and face, I then move down to his shoulders, before transitioning to his chest, making sure to thoroughly dry off his front, back and sides. Jake even lifts his arms high up into the air so I can easily get to his armpits.

Now it's time for the good stuff. I crouch back down, and my face ends up right back in front of Jake's now semi-hard pecker. And let me tell you, I want so badly to just take his entire organ into my mouth, that I have to use every ounce of willpower I have in order to resist. I swear I could get both his cock and his balls completely within my lips right now, and it would be the most satisfying teenaged mouthful I could ever imagine. In fact, I want it so badly, that my mouth is literally watering. But still, I restrain myself.

I think it's actually for the better, though. This tease that we've entered into, while on some level it's quite torturous, it's also helping to build up my anticipation. In fact, I actually really like all this tension and suspense, as there's joy in the challenge of it, of not giving in. And then on top of that, I feel like it's also going to lead to an even bigger payoff at the end, when I finally do get to be with young Jacob. I mean, the more teasing we endure now, the more satisfying it'll be when the fireworks finally go off, right?

And in that sense, this mother-son roleplay we're partaking in is clearly helping to build the tension, because obviously if we're a mother and son, we're not supposed to be together sexually. And so not only are we pretending that our relationship isn't sexual, but we know that if anything were to happen physically between us, it would be hugely forbidden, like an enormous taboo. So this just adds one extra layer to the whole will-they-or-won't-they drama that's been building for the last half hour.

This makes me think though, I wonder how Jake is planning for us to come to this incestuous realization. Like between the two of us, who is ultimately going to make the first move? Who's going to finally give in and break down that taboo barrier? Does Jake have a specific plan in mind for how he wants all of this to unfold, or is he hoping that I'll just handle all of that?

I'll tell you what. For now, I'm just going to go with the flow and see where this whole roleplay leads organically. I kind of like not having a set plan, because I figure no matter what happens, we're bound to end up fucking each other in the end, right? It's just a matter of what road we take to get there.

Now that being said, I'm more than happy to add my own contributions to both the tension and the backstory, so to speak. And so now that Jake is all dried off from his bath, I figure there are a number of motherly things I could do here, that aren't overtly sexual, but hopefully will start ratcheting up this taboo suspense we're working on building.

So I walk over to the double vanity in my bathroom, and I open up the top middle sliding drawer. In it, I grab two Q-tips and a pair of metallic nail clippers. I don't even know if Jake saw what I took, but I figure he'll find out soon enough.

Me (offering my free hand that's not holding the items): "Here, Honey Bear, let's go over to the bed."

Jake starts to walk with me, apparently having no qualms that he's completely naked.

Me (after stopping in my tracks): "Hon, don't forget your towel, silly!"

Jake (apologetically): "Oh, sorry Mom. I don't know what I was thinking."

After bending over to retrieve the light green towel from the floor, Jake follows me back into my bedroom and I have him take a seat at the foot of my bed. I actually pick up his towel and drape it over his shoulders, just so he's not completely exposed, and also to make sure he doesn't get too cold. However, this still leaves his 18-year-old cock out in the open for all to see, which I admit probably isn't the most believable mother-son interaction here, but that's okay.

Me (as I show him the items in my hand): "Okay Hon, I'm just gonna clean your ears and check your nails. Is that okay?"

Jake (nods, and then gives me kind of a serious look): "Mom... you can do whatever you want to me. Just tell me what you want me to do."

Ha. Easy there, cowboy. It seems like Jake might be a little more anxious than I am to get to the good stuff. I kind of like this though, that I'm the one in control. And it's definitely not time to give into our temptations, at least not yet.

Me (after placing the nail clippers next to him on the bed): "Okay, well I'm gonna start with your ears, Honey."

Jake gives me a big smile, as if he has no problem with this mother-son character development I'm working on.

I take the first Q-tip, and after bracing the left side of his face with my off hand, I use my right hand to insert the cotton swab just enough to clean out his ear. I give it a few twirls, and lo and behold, quite a lot of wax comes out!

Me (showing Jake the now dark yellow tip): "Jacobson, you really need to be more diligent about cleaning your ears!"

Jake (pretending to be bashful, but seriously, he really does need to clean his ears more often): "Sorry, Mom."

I then flip the Q-tip around, and use the other end to give his left ear another swab, and this one comes out mostly clean.

I then repeat the process with the second Q-tip and his right ear, and it comes out just as waxy. After that, I move on to the next item on my impromptu bedtime checklist, clipping Jake's nails.

I walk over and grab the small waste basket I keep next to my nightstand, and I bring it back over to where Jake is sitting on the front of the bed. I part Jake's naked legs and place it right between his thighs. And then I take his left hand, which I'm still shocked is smaller than mine, and hold his fingers out over the trash, just in front of his exposed penis. To my surprise, his nails are actually in pretty good shape!

I do clip a few of them, and as the clippings fall into the waste basket, I sneak a peak or two at Jake's adorable little pecker. It still looks as suckable as ever, even if it's not super hard right now. But then as I look up at Jake, and then back down at his cock, it's pretty obvious he knows that my focus isn't solely on his fingernails. He kind of chuckles, and that makes me smile.

Anyhoo, I finish up with Jake's left hand and then switch to his right, and as I do, I notice his penis is starting to get a little harder.

Me (as I take ahold of Jake's right calf and bring it up to the level of the bed): "Alright, fingernails are done. Let's check your toenails now."

Jake's toes are also in decent shape, and on his right foot, I only have to clip his big toe. But the more noteworthy thing, is that with Jake's leg lifted up onto the bed now, in addition to seeing his fully erect cock, I also a nice view of his balls resting on the edge of my bedspread. He has such a tight little sack, and while that's not normally a feature on a guy that catches my attention, I guess I'm just so turned on right now that every little piece of Jake's anatomy is starting to look appealing. God, this might be the horniest I've ever been!

And on that note, I think it's time to take another step forward in this make believe mother-son adventure. : P

Before I do though, I want to clarify one thing. In this whole roleplay, I'm obviously pretending to be Jake's mom. And clearly I'm okay with that, as you can tell by my willing participation thus far. But one thing I'm purposefully not doing, is pretending that Jake is my own son.

I know, I know, that sounds ridiculous. You're like, that's the exact same thing, isn't it?? Well, to me, it's not. You see, I have a son, and in fact he's basically the same age as Jake. And while I'll freely admit that I've fantasized about my son's friends on numerous occasions, I have absolutely zero interest in ever thinking about my actual son in that sort of way.

I'm clearly not judging Jake for his thoughts though, and from the bits and pieces he's already told me about his mom, it seems like she might have some weird boundary issues with Jake as well, and that's fine. But the point I want to make is that while I am comfortable helping Jake live out his own fantasy about his own mom, there are some lines in my head that I'm not willing to cross.

Now that being said, do I think that being an actual mom to someone around the same age as Jake is going to be beneficial for the purposes of this roleplay? Oh, absolutely I do, and I definitely plan to draw on my real life experiences as much as I can. But, I just wanted to lay this out there, that while I am okay with this roleplay in the way's it's currently progressing, I am not planning on entertaining any thoughts of it going in the other direction, if that makes sense.

Okay, with that out of the way, and Jake's leg up on the bed, and his tiny, little boner pointing straight up at the ceiling, I think it's time to broach the subject of this barely legal boy's oh so obvious erection.

Me (as I look up at Jake's eyes and then back down): "Your little friend down here seems to be all worked up."

And then I smile.

Jake (with a solid delivery that really sticks to the narrative): "Oh my gosh, Mom. I can't believe you said that!"

Me (grinning): "What? You didn't think I had noticed??"

Jake: "Well, no... I mean yeah, but I can't believe you pointed that out! And I'm sorry, but I can't really control that."

Okay, I have to admit this is legitimately kind of fun.

Me (as I place Jake's right foot back down on the floor, and then pick up his left one): "Well Hon, I have to say, he's certainly a cute little guy. Has he made any new friends at school yet?"

And then I lift my eyebrows suggestively.

Jake (acting all shy): "Mom!"

Me: "What?? I'm just curious if you've introduced him to any of the girls on your hall."

Me (after a slight pause): "Or boys. You know I'd be fine with either."

Jake (now with a faux annoyed look): "Mom. I'm not into guys like that."

After a very quick glance at Jake's left foot that's now on the bed, I realize his nails are all good. So I guide that foot back down to the floor, and now I'm ready to give my full attention to this new topic we have going, because I have to say it's a lot more interesting than clipping toenails.

Me (defensively): "Okay, okay, I figured you liked girls, but I didn't wanna assume anything."

Jake: "Yeah, thanks. But Mom, to answer your question... no, I haven't introduced my little friend, as you call it, to anyone at school yet."

Me (as I gently place my hands on his two thighs, forcing them to open up ever so slightly): "So if you haven't made any special friends at school yet, are you aware of how you can handle this problem yourself?"

Jake (still playing the embarrassed card, but obviously not backing away from the subject): "Oh my god, Mom, are you talking about me jerking off??"

Me (matter of factly): "Yep! Jerking off, jacking off, masturbating. Whatever you wanna call it."

And then I smile again.

Jake (with a deadpanned look on his face): "Yes, Mom, I'm well aware of how that works."

Me (here's where I can draw on my real life experiences as a mom): "Yeah, I know you know all about that. I was obviously kidding. Remember, I'm the one who would wash all your crusty socks, and empty that waste basket of yours, filled to the brim with used tissues, even when you didn't have a cold."

Jake (acting like that comment legitimately hit close to home): "Mom!!!"

Jake (with a little bit of a more serious tone): "I mean, you're not actually trying to make me feel bad for doing that, are you? For touching myself?"

Me (realizing that this is probably a good opportunity to transition this conversation away from the jokes, and into something more real): "No, of course not, Honey Bear. I think it's totally normal, totally natural, and I'm glad you're able to do that as much as you want."

After I say this, for whatever reason, Jake and I both look down at his cock, which is still sticking straight up into the air.

Jake (with a little chuckle, but still kind of a serious tone): "Thanks, Mom. You know my record is eight times in 24 hours? It's kind of sad, but I wanted to see how many times I could do it in a single day."

Ha. That's awesome. And kind of hot to think about him just rubbing his cock raw in order to keep coming, over and over and over again. What a little fucking horn dog. I love it!

Me (keeping in the roleplay, but figuring I can ask some follow-up questions): "Jacobson! That is so many times! Did you use any lubricant when you did that?!? I'm worried you could've given yourself some serious chaffing."

Jake (seeming like an open book now): "Ha. Yeah, for probably like the last three or four times I definitely used some lotion. And then after that day, I don't think I jerked off again for like a week!"

Me (laughing): "That's too funny. And too cute. So if you don't mind me asking, how do you usually masturbate? Like do you look at something when you do it?"

Me (whispering for effect here): "Like pornography?"

Ha. I would never normally refer to porn as pornography, but for some reason I felt like it fit my character of Jacobson's mom.

Jake (after laughing at my delivery on the porn question): "Sometimes, but not always. Sometimes I just close my eyes and imagine a scene in my mind, and that'll be enough."

It doesn't take a genius to know what young Jacob is alluding to here, as he and I both know he's talking about the scene of his mom (or in other words, me) masturbating in her (my) own bed. For whatever reason though, I don't just want to give in and ask him what scene he's referring to, as that almost seems too easy. So let's see how he handles me not taking the bait.

Me (focusing more on him jerking off, than the inspiration of his orgasm): "That's really cute, imagining you, lying back in your bed, touching yourself with your eyes closed. I can almost picture it."

And then I give him a big smile.

Jake doesn't seem too bothered by my redirect, as instead he looks like he's actually getting even more aroused.

Jake (with a serious tone): "That's not all I would do."

Me (playing along): "Oh really?"

Jake: "Can I tell you something really embarrassing?"

Absolutely, you can. But I'm pretty sure I already know what it is. This is where he's going to bring up the fact that he used to watch me masturbating through the crack in the door. Ha, I just referred to his mom as 'me'. Clearly I'm in too deep here with this roleplay!

Me: "Of course you can, Jacobson. You can tell your mother anything."

Jake (seeming actually kind of nervous?): "Sometimes when I'm alone... sometimes I don't just touch myself..."

This is interesting. Maybe I don't know what he's about to say?

Me (as I give Jake a soft, reassuring rub on his naked thigh): "It's okay Hon, you can tell me. I won't judge."

Jake (looking right at me): "Sometimes... sometimes, I like to stick things in my butt. And then I come with them in there."

Well isn't this fucking interesting. I was definitely not expecting him to say what he just said, and I love, love, love this revelation!

This is hot as fuck. I'm sorry if this isn't your cup of tea, but for me, this twist that Jake just threw out there is a goddamn home run in my book. Thinking about a boy like Jacob, experimenting all alone, by inserting objects up his butt. It's just so fucking adorably hot and sexy! I'm sorry, it just is.

Me (showing legitimate surprise): "Wow. Hon. That's definitely interesting, but I think pretty normal, actually."

I need to know more!

Me (quickly continuing): "What would you stick up there?"

Jake (tentatively): "Oh, um, all sort of things, I guess..."

Fuck yes. I'm both nodding in anticipation and smiling ear to ear awaiting further details.

Jake (seeming perhaps surprised and maybe a little relieved that I'm so into this): "Initially. I would stick very skinny things like a pen or a pencil in there. And then I would just leave them in there while I laid in bed."

Me (still crouched in front of Jake): "Did you like how that felt?"

Jake (nodding): "I did. And then I moved on to slightly thicker objects like markers. You know, like a Sharpie?"

Right now I'm picturing Jake, completely naked on his bed, with his legs spread wide open and his feet back up over his head, while he leans forward, stomach all scrunched up, as he works to force a run-of-the-mill black Sharpie pen all the way up his tight, little butthole. This is so fucking hot!

Me (so into this): "What else would you put up there? Did you experiment with anything bigger than a marker?"

I know it's so cliche, but the bigger the object, the hotter this is to imagine.

Jake (appearing to be totally at ease now sharing everything with me): "Well... the biggest object I ever used, was that baseball bat I have in my room."

Me (flabbergasted): "A baseball bat?!?"

Jake (with a fake annoyed tone): "Mom, not a real bat! You know that miniature souvenir bat, that's like much smaller than an actual baseball bat."

Oh my god, I know exactly what he's talking about. I don't think we still have it, but my son used to have a mini souvenir bat like that on his bookshelf. And on an unrelated note, holy shit, I had totally forgotten all about our mother-son roleplay here for a second! I guess I was just too engrossed in these tales of anal self-exploration, that I had completely forgotten all about our original storyline!

Me: "Oh, of course Hon! I remember now. That little shiny, wooden souvenir bat, right? It was like maybe 12 or 16 inches long?"

Jake (continuing on with his explanation): "Yeah, exactly, you know what I'm talking about. Anyway... so it was quite a bit bigger than a marker in diameter, so I would get the Vaseline from our bathroom, and I would cover the top part of the bat in it."

Me (wanting to let him know how much I'm enjoying this): "Oh, Jacobson, I just wanna say how much I love that you're comfortable enough to share all of this with me. But please, keep going... what did you do after you lubed it up? Was it tough to insert?"

Jake (after pausing to smile at me): "Yeah, it would take some effort. Just to get it started. But eventually, I'd be able to get it in a little, like maybe an inch or so. But that was enough to where it would stay in. And then.... and then..."

And then Jake pauses as if now he's back to being nervous to tell me something?

Me (on pins and needles here): "And then what, Honey Bear?"

It's crazy how that nickname just rolls off my tongue, now.

Jake: "And then I would climb up onto my bed, and you know how my bed is in the corner of my room, like against the wall?"

Me (I obviously didn't know this, but I do now): "Uh huh, of course."

Jake (continuing): "Well, then I would back myself up against the wall, and I'd be on all fours, and I would use the wall to force the bat into me. Like it was fucking me."

Holy fuck. This is the single hottest confession I've ever heard.

Me (totally captivated): "How often did you do this? When would you do this??"

Jake: "I only did it a few times. But I remember doing it once during the day, and maybe a couple of times at night when I was in bed?"

Me: "Oh Hon, was I home when you were doing this??"

Jake (nodding again): "Yeah, every time I did it I think you were home. And while I was doing it, I remember constantly watching the door, wondering if you were going to knock, come in, and find me in this position."

Okay, that's it. I'm done. I'm so overwhelmingly turned on right now, that I just can't take it anymore. This buildup is too much, and I need a release, because otherwise I think I'm going to explode.

It's this mental image I have in my head right now. From everything that Jake just told me, I can't help but recreate the whole scene in my mind, and it's simply the hottest fucking thing I've ever imagined. It's this combination of Jacob being so shy and inexperienced, but then for him to have such extreme horniness and sexual curiosity that he would choose to put himself in such a compromised position. It's such an unbelievable turn on.

In my brain, I see Jacob, kneeling horizontally on top of his twin bed, completely naked. His knees are pressed firmly into his mattress, and his little bare feet are backed up against his bedroom wall. And then with the side of his face resting against the sheets on his bed, he starts slowly moving his hips backwards, cautiously trying to find the point at which the handle of that miniature baseball bat will first make contact with the wall. And once it does, Jake, having already lubed up that skinny little souvenir bat with tons of Vaseline, will use that immovable wall to force that bat further and further into his tight, little rectum.

Oh my fucking god. I can picture Jake's head lifting up with his neck arched back, and his mouth hanging open as five, six, or even seven inches of that thin bat disappears inside of his teenaged body. I can hear his mouth, still agape, let out the softest little groan and whimper, as he tries to cope with the intense pressure coming from the inside of his abdomen.

And as Jake fights his young body's natural instinct to expel that object and alleviate the pressure, he diligently keeps pushing it back in, over and over again, as an overwhelming mix of both pleasure and discomfort washes over him. On top of that, he's constantly peeking over at his door, hoping so desperately that his mom will walk in on him. He wants his own mother to catch him in the act so badly, so she can see him at his most depraved and desperate, in the hopes that she can finally see him for who he is, and know that he's every bit as horny as she is, if not more so.

Okay, like I said, I've hit my breaking point. This whole will-they-or-won't-they dance has gone on long enough. The time has come for me to break on through this self-imposed taboo barrier, because Jacobson's mom has had enough.

I climb up onto the bed and immediately take ahold of the insides of Jake's knees. Initially, this tilts his body back, but it also seems to surprise the hell out of him, as Jake starts scrambling backwards on his elbows towards my headboard. As he does this, I firmly pin his legs open and into a butterfly position, and as a result his short, little cock ends up completely exposed and sticking straight up into the air.

Now you might think with how obsessed I've been with the idea of sucking off that little lollipop dick, that this would be the time. But believe it or not, that baseball bat story Jake just told me has triggered a brand new desire in me, and it's the only thing I can think about right now.

Me (while forcefully slapping Jake's thigh): "Flip over! Get onto your knees."

Jake looks back at me, but doesn't immediately comply.

Me (even more sternly): "Jacobson! Get on all fours!"

Jake (as he starts to roll over and reposition himself): "Okay, Mom. Okay, I'll do it."

Jake now does as he's told. And not only does he get on all fours like I had asked, but then he also lowers his face down to the pillows on my bed, and then he raises his beautifully toned, little teen butt up and into the air for me as well. Oh my god, he's presenting his ass to me. For me to do god knows what with. This is so exciting! To be honest, I've never really done any sort of butt stuff with a guy before, but for whatever reason, I really, really want this right now.

Now during this whole repositioning, while I basically chased Jake across my bed, the towel that previously had been draped over Jake's shoulders, wound up in a lump on my bedspread. I figure we have no need for that anymore, so I casually pick the towel up and throw it onto the floor. This leaves Jake, completely naked and with his butt up in the air, while I still have my entire original outfit on, jewelry and all. I know I've mentioned this a few times before, but I love the juxtaposition here, where I'm fully clothed, while my 18-year-old virgin friend is totally naked, all the while I'm in complete control of what's about to happen.

Jake (sounding legitimately nervous though): "What're you gonna do to me, Mom?"

Me (as I place my two hands on his super tight butt cheeks that feel oh so heavenly firm): "What would you like me to do, Honey Bear?"

Despite being the one in charge, I'm not opposed to taking suggestions. If they're good suggestions. After all, like I said, I'm new to this so I don't really know what I'm doing here, anyway. : P

Jake (with voice cracking): "Mom..."

Oh my god. He's so nervous. In fact, he sounds so nervous, that he's actually making me a little nervous now. My heart is racing.

Jake (after pausing for a moment): "Mom... I want you to do anything you want to me. I just wanna make you happy."

Fuck. I love this whole doing-absolutely-anything-to-please-his-mom angle he's been consistently pushing from the beginning. Basically ever since I found out about his feelings for his own mother, he's been repeating that mantra over and over.

And believe me, I plan to take full advantage of this offer. And as I kneel behind him on my king sized bed, I use my grip on his two ass cheeks to pull them apart, and for the first time I get a clear view of his hidden, little butthole. Yep, there's no doubt. His penis can wait, at least for a few minutes, because I need to give this cute, wrinkly, tight little opening of his, some serious fucking attention.

I love the fact that he's fresh out of the bath, too. His asshole looks so squeaky clean, and there's not a single hair in sight. In fact, his entire ass crack appears to be baby smooth. His butthole is obviously puckered and tightly closed right now, but I can only imagine how easily it'll open up, if presented with the right opportunity. But most of all, the one thing I want to do above all else right now, is feel this 18-year-old boy's tender, little anus pressed against my tongue. Is that weird? I don't know why I want to do this, but all I know is I need to eat this boy's ass so badly right now.

Me (as I lean in to within six inches of his crack): "Jacobson, it makes me sooooo happy to hear you say, that I can do anything I want to you. Because there's one thing, I really, really, wanna do."

Jake (desperately): "Oh Mom, just do the thing you want to do..."

I think he knows.

And so I do it. First, I use my hands to spread his ass a little wider, stretching the skin of his crack as far as it'll go. Then I move my face in, and begin with one huge, wide, long, slow lick. I start at his taint, just above his ballsack, and I traverse all the way up his crack, until I reach his little stink star. Except it's not stinky in the least. It's absolutely delicious.

I stop right on his button, and I twirl my tongue around and around his sphincter, and I let out the biggest moan of absolute satisfaction. Oh what a glorious, fucking release this is. I needed this so badly. To finally have a physical connection with this boy, and to do it as his mother, and in the most intimate and extremely submissive act imaginable, eating his asshole.

I close my eyes and just savor the experience. He tastes wonderful, like my body wash in fact, but it's more about the texture against my tongue than anything else. That wrinkly little opening of his, and everything that it represents, to know that it's on my tongue right now, is just a total mind fuck.

Apparently, it's quite intense for young Jacob as well, as I feel him start to squirm, but that just makes me grab ahold of him even tighter, and commit even more to making sure my mouth stays buried between his two ass cheeks.

Jake (panicky): "Ohhhhh... ohhhh... oh my god, Mom."

Based on his tone, I think he's enjoying this, but it's hard to be 100% sure. So I decide to ease up just a tad, and I let go of my tight grip on his buttocks, and instead switch to more of a gentle rubbing. And as my hands start to slowly caress his sides, I start alternating between small, gentle licks directly on his butthole, intermixed with low, satisfying moans emanating from my mouth, just outside of his opening.

Finally, I pull back a little to both admire my work thus far, and also to check and see how young Jacob is actually doing with all of this. And as soon as I pause my licking, he lets me know.

Jake (with total contentment in his voice): "Oh Mom... this feels so good."

Awesome. And fuck, his asshole looks even more inviting than it did a second ago. It's all shiny and wet from my tongue.

Jake (almost panting now): "Oh Mom... I never knew that you would've wanted to do that to me. I looooooove that you wanna do that to me."

Me: "Oh Honey... thank you so much for letting me lick you there. You tasted soooooo good."

Jake (back to sounding desperate again): "Oh Mom... you're not done, are you?!? Please don't stop. Please oh please keep going..."

Oh Jake, I am just getting started. But instead of diving back in for some additional licks, there's something else I want to do even more. Penetrate him.

So I take my right index finger, and I start at the bottom of Jake's right thigh and I start tracing it super slowly up his leg, over his right butt cheek, across his lower back, down past his left butt cheek and then right back into his ass crack. And then without any further delay, I position it right on top of his anus, and I give it the tiniest, little push, but not so much as to break the seal.

Jake (with his face how buried into a pillow, so his voice is quite muffled): "Oh fuck... fuck yes... oh my god, yes..."

Ha. There is absolutely no doubt what Jake wants me to do right now. So fuck yeah, I'm going to do it.

However, before I begin, I decide to switch from using my index finger to my middle, you know, just because it's longer. I also figure I should probably wet it first, so I withdraw my hand and move it up to my mouth. I then give my middle finger a full-mouth suck, making sure to leave plenty of saliva on it. Next, I return my wet digit to Jake's butthole, and complete two quick circles around his sphincter, before pushing it in. And holy fuck, it goes in so much more easily than I was anticipating.

Now granted, I only have the tip of my finger inside of him, so just up to my very top knuckle, but it's crazy how easily that went in, and how little resistance there seems to be if I wanted to go in deeper. And guess what, that's exactly what I'm going to do.

I give my middle finger a little wiggle, while also pressing forward, and my god, I slide my entire finger inside of this boy. The only thing that stops me is my two surrounding knuckles, as the base of my index and ring fingers end up bumping into the sides of his ass crack, halting the plunge. Otherwise, I feel like it could've gone in way further.

Jake (gasping): "Holy shit!"

Holy shit is right, because this is incredible. But it's not just incredible, as it's also really warm! I wasn't expecting or prepared for this warmth. This is insane.

I mean, fuck, is this what it feels like for a guy to have sex with someone? To stick his cock in another person? Now obviously I don't have a penis, but my finger is actually inside of this boy right now! Like I'm a part of him, and he can feel me from within. And let me tell you something, it is fucking hot. Both figuratively, and as I mentioned before, literally hot, like 98.6 degrees hot.

Jake (turning his head to the side so I can hear him more clearly): "Oh Mom, I can feel you inside me right now..."

Me (as I use my free left hand to start lovingly rub his exposed lower back): "Oh Hon, I am. I'm so deep inside you right now."

Jake (as I decide to slowly pull my finger back, but still leave the tip of it in): "Oh fuck... oh fuck..."

And then before it ever fully exits, I push my finger all the way back in. Then I pull it mostly out again, but this time I admire how wet and glistening my two lower knuckles are, before sliding them back in, yet again.

I do this over and over, maybe a dozen times. And holy shit, it may just be my finger, but I legitimately feel like I am ass fucking this boy. In some sense, I feel like he's no longer a virgin. At least his asshole isn't. And let me tell you something else, I absolutely love this feeling! The power I have right now is intoxicating, as I feel like I have total control over every part of Jake's being, but most of all his mind. There's no chance he's capable of thinking about anything else right, other than my finger sliding in and out of his asshole.

Jake (confirming his obsession): "Oh god, yes... keep doing this... don't ever stop doing this."

In fact, as I continue finger fucking young Jacob, I notice something. I can see that Jake is starting to move along with me, as his hips are now rocking forward and backwards, in rhythm with my finger. This gives me an idea.

Me: "Jacobson, I want you to do something for me."

Jake (so obediently): "Yes, Mom. Anything."

Ha. Awesome.

Me: "Jacobson, I've going to leave my hand firm, and not move it, and I want you to use your hips, to ass fuck my hand. I want you to fuck it good. Nice and hard. Can you handle that?"

Jacob (quickly): "Yes, Mom. Of course I can do that for you."

And then he does exactly as I had envisioned. He starts out slowly at first, but he really is moving his hips forward and then backwards. And while I do my best not to move my hand at all, I see his sphincter sliding up and down my middle digit. Fuck, it's amazing how tight a seal his asshole is keeping around my finger as it traverses the entire length of it.

Jake (after letting out a loud grunt, like an old man lifting something heavy): "Am I... am I doing a good job??"

Me (as I continue to tenderly rub Jake's lower back with my free hand): "Oh Honey Bear, you're doing an amazing job. You're fucking Mommy's hand so good."

Ha. I think that's the first time either one of us has referred to me as Mommy.

Fuck, this is hot. But I want more, though. I need more. I need to be deeper inside of this boy. So I start slowly inching my hand forward, moving it closer to Jake, and closer to the bed. He can obviously sense this, and he responds by shifting his hips further and further forward each time, trying to gain a little more room in order to keep on fucking me. But he's running out of space.

Soon enough, Jake's hips are all the way down on the bed, and my right hand has followed them there. There's no more room for him to escape my middle finger, and his whole midsection is pinned against the mattress, forced to stay where it is because of my finger deep inside of him.

Jake (as I keep my hand where it is, but reorient the rest of my body to be better positioned at Jake's side): "You're pressing so hard into me, Mom. It's really intense."

Me (as I now begin softly running my free hand higher up over his naked back): "Shhhhhh... Honey. It's gonna be okay. Shhhhhh... I just wanna do this a little more. It feels so good to me."

Jake (panting now): "Okay, Mom... it's okay. I can handle it."

What a good, obedient boy he's being. And so I use this opportunity to really start exploring Jake's rectum by curling, uncurling, and even moving my finger around in circles. And I'll tell you one thing, it is surprisingly cavernous in there!

While I'm doing this, I switch from giving him a loving back rub to more of a back scratch, as I transition to using my nails, albeit lightly, all over his back and shoulders. It feels kind of appropriate that I'm increasing the sensation, both on the inside and on the outside of his body, at the same time.

With my other hand, the one that's still buried deep within my 18-year-old friend's rectum, I continue to explore as much as I can, while really trying to focus on what exactly I'm feeling inside of him.

When I extend my finger to one side or another, I can feel the inside lining of his anal cavity. It's somehow both smooth and bumpy at the same time, but is pretty consistent in all directions. Despite the fact that I'm bumping up against his interior walls, as I said before, there does seem to be a surprising amount of room for me to wiggle my finger around in.

Next, I try to extend my middle finger straight ahead to see how far it'll go, and as I do I feel something a little different. It's like a soft little nub.

Jake (fully alert all of the sudden): "Oh my god that tickles! That tickles so much!"

I'm guessing my nails on his back are getting to be a little too much for Jake, especially with everything else I'm doing, so I quickly lift my left hand off of his upper back.

This is fine though, as I place this now free hand on one of Jake's butt cheeks, where I use it to help brace my other hand as it continues to dig around inside this boy's colon. And while I keep moving my finger all around inside of Jake, I can't help but get drawn back to that little nub I found before, as something about it is just fun to play with.

Jake (more desperately now): "Oh my god, what're you doing?? It's so intense! It's so weird!"

Oh shit. Maybe it wasn't my back scratching that Jake was all worked up about a second ago. Maybe it was the fact that I was rubbing this little nub?? Oh my god. Is this his prostate?!?

Me (as I locate the spot once more and give it its most direct pressure yet): "You mean this?"

Jake (arching his neck back): "Yes!!! What is that?!?"

Me (acting like I'm some sort of an expert, when I had no idea what this was a minute ago): "Oh, Jacobson, that's your prostate."

Me (as I continue to focus all my finger's attention on this apparent point of maximum stimulation): "What does it feel like, Honey?"

Jake (after taking a few seconds to compose his answer): "It feels like... this intense tickling... coming from my insides. Almost like butterflies in my stomach... but better."

Fuck, I know I'm a broken record here, but this is so hot.

Now, from what I do know about guys and prostates, which to be fair isn't much, but anyway, I've heard that when they have their prostate stimulated like this, it can supposedly cause them to drip cum out of their penis. I think that it's called milking the prostate? That always sounded so fascinating to me, so it definitely seems like something that I should try to do with young Jacob here, right?

Me (while keeping my middle finger inside Jake): "Okay, Honey Bear, I'm gonna need you to flip over onto your back."

Jake (seeming a little surprised, but compliant): "Oh, okay Mom."

Jake immediately starts to rotate around, and as he does I contort my right arm to make sure I can stay inside him the whole time he switches positions. At this point, my finger's been inside his warm, moist asshole for so long, that It wouldn't surprise me if my finger tip had started to prune, ha.

Anyhoo, I'm able to pull off the contorted reposition, as we both adjust our bodies without my finger ever popping out. We end up with Jake now lying flat on his back, with his head resting comfortably on a pillow, and me between his spread open legs. And of course my middle finger is still plugging his hole.

Jake looks at me, kind of smiles, and then does the sexiest thing. He voluntarily takes ahold of his knees, pulls them back and pushes them apart, and in doing so, forces his legs to open up even wider for me. This tilts his entire lower body back, and gives me the best possible access I could ever ask for to his butthole.

Me (with a mischievous grin): "Oh Honey, you love having your mommy between your legs right now, don't you?"

Jake (quietly): "Oh I do, Mommy, I really do."

Ha. I have him calling me Mommy, now. Awesome.

Me (figuring I should take advantage of this great position, so I start sliding my middle finger in and out of him again): "Do you like it when I do this, Jacobson? Do you like when I finger fuck your tight, little butthole?"

Jake (after closing his eyes): "Oh Mom, I love it so much. I love that you're fucking me in the ass. I've wanted you to do this for so long."

Fuck. This is so amazing. You have no idea how many years I spent on this exact same bed, desperately trying to seduce, convince, reason with, and even beg my husband Greg, to simply make love to me. I'm talking about pleading with him for even ten minutes of just boring, old vanilla sex. And even that was a torturous, painful, struggle.

So many times, he'd say yes ahead of time, only to ask for us to put it off one more night. So many times, he'd act like he supposedly wanted to, but then blame his back hurting, or stress from work, or having to get up early the next morning, as a valid reason for while he couldn't make love to me after all. I heard every excuse in the book. And not only did the lack of sex hurt from a disappointment standpoint, but even worse, it made me feel so unwanted. So unpretty. So worthless.

But this boy right here, with his legs spread open for me on my bed? Holy fuck, we haven't even gotten to the actual sex yet, and this is so goddamn fulfilling. I know I said before, that last weekend was therapeutic, but this is an absolute joy. I love, love, love how kinky Jake is. And I love even more that he's only 18!

I also love how he confided in me his deepest, darkest secret. Like I seriously wonder, has Jacob ever told anyone else about his feelings for his mom before? I'm guessing not. But he told me?!? That is so fucking hot.

I love it all so much, that I legitimately don't even care that Jake's fantasy isn't even about me. All I know is I'm the one making this dream of his come true.

What I do care about, is the fact that Jake's so turned on right now, and that he's willing to do anything I want. And neither of those things were ever true with my husband. Not even for a second.

Me (forcefully): "Oh Jacobson, I love the way I'm pounding your ass right now. I've wanted to do this to you forever too, and it turns me on so much that you love it as much as I do."

Jake (quietly and with his eyes still closed): "Oh Mom... I want you to fuck me harder. Please give it to me even harder."

Wow. You don't have to ask me twice! Did I mention I was having fun before? Because this is about to get even better.

This time when I withdraw my finger, I actually pull it all the way out, which I hadn't been doing. Jake gasps. And then I find his opening, wiggle the tip of my finger ever so slightly, and then penetrate him again, plunging my entire middle finger back in, all in one motion.

Jake lets out another huge grunt, while he diligently continues to hold his own legs back for me.

Me (sternly): "How did that feel? Did you like that even more?? Did you like feeling me leave and then re-enter you?!?"

Jake (after turning his head to the opposite side): "I did... but I still want it harder. Please, Mom, don't hold back.  Just give it to me, Mom."

God, it's amazing how committed he is to calling me Mom. Initially I had thought that once we started getting physical, we might transition more into just plain old Becca and Jake being together, but that clearly is not how this is progressing.

Me (as I completely withdraw and slam him a few more times, each time harder than the last): "How's that?!? You definitely like this better now, don't you?? Your mom's pretty strong, isn't she?!?"

And then I think I grunt a little, from all the effort I'm putting into this.

Jake's cock, by the way, is so goddamn hard, and his mushroom tip is so bright red, it honestly looks like it might explode. And I know I've said this before, but he must have the biggest head on a penis I've ever seen, as it just looks enormously out of place. Although to be fair, it's also possible it's a normal sized head, that just looks huge in comparison to the extremely short and thin shaft he has. Either way, it's too appealing to resist.

In fact, I make up my mind right here and now. I mean, this boy said he once jacked off eight times in a day, right? I know I definitely want to end up having sex with him, and I know he already came in his pants a little bit ago, but I can still blow him here, right? If he comes in my mouth, he'll still be able to rally for a third orgasm later on tonight, right? I bet he will.

So fuck it. I'm going to finger him and suck him off, all in one motion, right the fuck now.

And so the next time I slam my finger into Jake, I leave it in there, and then with him still holding his legs open for me, I dive in face first, right for his cock.

I use my free left hand to take ahold of his small shaft, but then I quickly transition to fitting his cock right into the webbing between my thumb and index fingers. Then I press firmly in and around the base of his penis, which both holds all of his pubes down, but also forces his boner straight up into the air, completely exposing it.

I give Jake one more quick glance, and with his eyes still closed, I move in. I immediately take that plump mushroom tip of his, and audibly slurp in into my mouth. And as I start really sucking on in, like with all the suction power I can muster, I feel Jake react.

Jake (as his abs contract and his upper body lurches forward): "Oh god!!"

With my right middle finger now all the way back inside of Jake, I start wiggling it around while simultaneously beginning the journey of my lips down the shaft of his penis. And while I'm not sure what to expect with such a small dick, it doesn't take me long to realize that holy shit, I now have the entire length of this boy's cock inside of my mouth. That was so easy!

I know this because my lips make contact with my hand holding him at the base, and while I can sort of sense his mushroom tip near the back of my throat, I feel like I still have quite a bit of room to spare. And holy fuck, this is incredible. I've never been able to suck the entire length of a cock before!

This is such a revelation. I love the fact that I can so easily take his full length! In fact, I want even more. So I remove my left hand from the base of Jake's penis, and I keep pushing forward until my teeth start to gently press into the soft pubic flesh that surrounds his cock.

And holy shit, I love this feeling, and I love the fact that I'm deep throating this boy like some sort of porn star! I had never contemplated this before, but I guess one huge benefit of being with a tiny cock is the ability to give amazing blow jobs! Now granted, maybe having actual sex with a three-and-a-half inch penis will end up being disappointing, but at least for now, I don't care. And that's because I am really into this. And you know who else is really into this? Good old Jakey-boy.

After I started blowing him, Jake took both of his hands off of his legs and started holding my head instead. Meanwhile, now that I have his cock securely in the back of my throat, I'm content to shift my focus back to my other project at hand, this boy's prostate.

It takes some maneuvering, but soon enough I find that favorite little nub of mine buried deep inside Jake's rectum. And once I do, Jake goes absolutely nuts.

Jake (with the sound of panic in his voice): "Oh fucking, fuck fuck fuck!!"

Ha. Perfect. Just the reaction I was looking for! Although, one downside to having Jake's cock in my mouth is I kind of lost the ability to track that whole milking experiment I had wanted to do. Oh well! : P

Much more importantly though, I really want this boy to blow his fucking load. So I keep pressing that internal pleasure button of his, and while I do I switch to an actual slurping and sliding motion up and down Jake's cock. Each trip down his shaft ends up with my teeth making contact once again with his pubic tissue, but Jake certainly doesn't seem to mind. In fact, I think he's about to come.

Yep, he's definitely coming. Fuck yeah.

Jake (with the loudest exclamation he's had so far): "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh god. Ohhhhhh god."

And there's the first squirt. I feel it right at the opening of my esophagus, and it's both warm and plentiful. And then the second one comes. And holy shit, as he's jizzing into the back of my throat, I continue to repeatedly press down on that little, soft prostate of his, and I know this sounds crazy, but I swear I'm controlling his orgasm.

I'm timing the pressure of my finger, such that each time I push down on that nub of his, I feel a warm glob hit my uvula. Ha, it's almost like I'm pressing a dispenser on the top of a lotion bottle and squirting it into my own throat!

Speaking of which, woah this is a lot of cum. It's all pooling near the back of my tongue and I haven't been able to swallow any of it down yet. This is quite overwhelming, as I feel like I'm getting water boarded with semen. It both tickles and feels like I'm not able to breathe. And I also feel like it's about to trigger my gag reflex, and shit, now I even feel it up in my nose.

Me (with a completely involuntary response): "Aaaaaaachoooooo!!!"

Ah, Fuck!

One of the biggest sneezes of my life comes completely out of nowhere and blindsides both Jake and me. There is snot everywhere, as it comes out double barreled from both of my nostrils, and I can feel it all over my lips and chin.

Oh my god. I can't believe I just did that! I can't believe I just sneezed right in the middle of giving this sweet boy his first ever blow job. Come on Becca, do better!

To be fair though, Jake doesn't seem to mind, as now that I take a look at his face, his eyes are closed, his head is resting on the pillow and he has the look of total contentment on his face. Okay, I guess it wasn't that much of a disaster.

I definitely need to get myself cleaned up though. But before I can even do that, I need to extract myself from Jake, ha. Now that the fireworks have ended, I gently slide my middle finger out of Jake's butt and also remove my mouth from Jake's completely gooey and semi-soft cock.

And while it's safe to describe Jake's crotch as a complete mess right now, there's no doubt my face is in even worse shape. But as I gingerly start to assess the damage from that disastrous sneeze, I notice something weird about all the boogers and snot that are covering the lower half of my face. They're very runny. Like so liquidity in fact, that they're actually dripping off of my chin.

I'm about to reach for the box of tissues I keep next to my bed, because I don't want the snot to get all over my sheets, when it finally dawns on me. Holy fuck. These aren't boogers. I just sneezed a whole bunch of barely legal cum out of my nose!!

Ewwww. That's kind of gross. And just to ratchet up the embarrassment, right as this is dawning on me I see Jake open up his eyes for the first time.

Jake (with eyes instantly as wide as saucers): "Oh my god, Mom! Your face!!"

Yeah, thanks, Bud. I hadn't noticed. And also noteworthy here, you're still calling me Mom?! I'd think that after blowing such a huge load and seeing the semen eruption that took place from every orifice of my face, perhaps we'd put a pin on this roleplay for a few minutes? But I guess not, ha. But It's fine though.

Me (shrugging my shoulders): "Yeah, things got a little messy there."

Me (pointing to the side of the bed): "Can you grab a few tissues for me?"

Jake (quickly getting me the Kleenex): "Oh of course! One sec."

I finally get to start cleaning up my nose, mouth and chin, and if nothing else, Jake has the sweetest, most appreciative look on his face right now.

Me (after giving my nose a hearty blow to flush any remaining jizz out of my nasal passages): "I feel like there should be a term for what just happened there. Like I gave you a snot job or something."

Jake (smiling): "Ha. I actually think there is. I think it's called an Angry Dragon."

Me (mostly done wiping my face now): "Ah. That does sound vaguely familiar, not that I've ever done one before, ha."

Me (smiling while still holding the tissues in my hand): "So tell me, how was your first Angry Dragon??"

Jake (subtly shaking his head from side to side): "It was so amazing. Thanks..."

Jake (after hesitating, and very timidly): "... Mom?"

Me: "Maybe just Becca for now."

Jake (smiling): "Yeah sure, thanks Becca."

But don't think for a second that we're actually done here. I know Jake has already come twice, but I have faith in this 18-year-old's sexual stamina. I'm not worried.

What I am concerned about though is how I'm still fully clothed, and how that needs to change. Pronto.

Because as much fun as I've had probing, licking, and sucking every part of Jacob's cute, young body, I also think it's time for some of that physical attention to start making its way back to me. And I actually have just the plan in mind.

Me (as I casually walk over to throw away all the used tissues): "So I hope you're not planning on leaving just yet, are you?"

Jake (looking so innocent, sitting all naked on my bed): "Oh, no, of course not. I'm up for... I'm up for whatever you... what did you have in mind?"

Me (placing my finger on my lips as if I'm contemplating an idea): "So I was thinking... that we should do one more little scene."

Jake (very agreeably): "Okay. What do you wanna do?"

Me: "I want you to leave this room, and I want you to stand out there in the hallway, just as you are. Completely naked."

Jake (looking over at my bedroom door): "Oh, okay. Out there?"

Me (smirking now): "Yep! And I want you to wait out there, and I want you to listen. I want you to listen for that buzzing noise you said you were always so excited to hear."

Jake's eyes instantly light up, as he realizes what my plan is.  And that the plan is for us to recreate the scene of Jake spying on his mom while she masturbates.

Jake (so excitedly): "Oh my god. Oh my god, I would love that."

As soon as I see how into this Jake is, I casually start walking over to my closet. Once I'm there, I open the secret special shoebox I keep in the back of my middle shelf, and I retrieve all the vibrators I own. Spoiler alert, it's not a lot. I only own three.

Anyhoo, I grab the trio of sex toys and I bring them back and place them on the bed in front of Jake. The first one's a giant wand with a big round vibrating ball on the end. The second one is just a standard hard white vibrator, and then finally there's an elaborate rabbit toy that has like a turning, beaded dildo part along with an extension that's meant to stimulate the clitoris. The rabbit one, despite being the fanciest of the three, is actually the one I use the least. Anyway, my idea here is to see which of these three is most similar to the vibrator that Jake's mom would supposedly use.

Me (looking at Jake): "Okay, so which of these..."

Jake (interrupting me before I could even finish my question): "That one! The white one."

Jake emphatically points right at the basic, hard, white and smooth 6-inch long vibrator that was in the middle of the other two. Okay, apparently this one's clearly a match?

Me: "Is this similar to what your mom would use?"

Jake (definitively): "That's exactly what my mom uses."

Me: "Okay, perfect."

Jake looks at me with such unbridled anticipation, that I'm now 100% confident this boy is going to have zero problem coming for a third time in a row. I mean, he looks like he just won the lottery he's so excited! And it goes without saying, but his excitement makes me excited. I'm so pumped. And so turned on.

Me (as Jake continues to just stare up at me like a puppy dog waiting for a treat): "Well what are you waiting for?? Get your naked ass out into the fucking hallway!"

Jake (hopping up): "Okay Mom!"

And as I watch this adorable teenage boy happily bound his way over to my bedroom door, I can't help but stare at his cute, little rock hard butt cheeks as they bounce up and down. Soon enough, he's going to be inside of me, and my hands will be grabbing onto that perfect 18-year-old ass, pulling it, and him, as hard as I can into me.

But that's all in due time. As before we even get to that point, I need to recreate this boy's favorite memory of all, watching his own mom pleasure herself. The only difference is this time, he's going to have a much, much, better view of everything she's going to do.

To be continued...