Karen Jones was upset. She had just hung up the phone on her husband who was away on a business trip for the third time this month. This time it was Chicago, last week it was New York, always some different city. She knew he had to take these trips, visiting his legal clients in all the big cities, but she couldn't help but wonder what he did on his business trips at night. John had been quite a ladies man during their college years, tall and good-looking with dark curly hair and a muscular build. But it was that big bulge between his legs that drove the girls crazy. Once Karen got a hold of him she didn't let him go and they we're married shortly after they graduated from college.
Now, almost twenty years later after two kids their marriage was beginning to deteriorate. Sure, they went through the motions and from the outside one would think they had the perfect life. Their kids were excelling in school and the Porsche in the driveway let everyone know that there were no money problems in the Jones household. But their sex life was non-existent and Karen wondered if she had lost her sex-appeal.
The next afternoon Karen was home alone feeling frustrated and horny. The house was clean and the kids were away at school, not to return for a couple hours. She decided to pour herself a drink -- a tall, stiff vodka and soda with a bit of lemon. She looked at herself in the mirror.
"Not bad for a 39 year old mother of two," she thought, admiring her trim figure in the mirror. Karen was still a stunning woman, with firm, perky tits and a smooth flat stomach. In fact she was in as good a shape as her daughter, thanks to the half-hour a day she spent on the stair-master. She saw her nipples poking at the white tank top she wore and gave one a playful twist.
She decided to go up and take a shower, turn on the massaging head and let it do its faithful work. A little release was just what she needed. But as she walked by her son's room, she noticed he had left his door slightly open. "That's very unlike Matthew," she thought. "He must have been late for school again." Matthew was a senior in high school and had really blossomed into a fine young man this year. She wondered if Matthew had the same effect on women that her husband did when he was 18. If so, her son would break a lot of hearts.
Matthew was a polite, private kid and usually closed the door to his room. Of course Karen respected her son's privacy, but now that she thought about it, she hadn't even seen his room in more than a year and her curiosity got the better of her. She poked the door and it creaked open to reveal a typical teenagers bedroom. There was some laundry on the floor, the bed was unmade and the sliding closet door was wide open. It was a bit stuffy in there and it smelled sweetly familiar to her. Karen walked over to Matthew's bed and found the source of the scent. Her favorite bottle of expensive lotion was sitting on his nightstand on top of her missing Victoria's Secret catalog. "So that's where that disappeared to," she thought. She grabbed the catalog and found its pages were stuck together and the smell of her lotion was on his bedsheets.
There was no question that her that her son had been masturbating with her lotion and the thought shocked her. She looked at the pretty girls as she thumbed through the Victoria's Secret catalog and compared herself to them. Yes, they were a little younger, but her body definitely gave them a run for their money. She turned and looked at herself in the large mirror that covered Matthew's sliding closet door. She was becoming aroused and her nipples became hard, poking through the slim material of her cotton tank-top. She let her hand wander down her stomach and slowly down beneath her panties where she let her finger brush lightly over her pussy. She shuddered as she felt her dripping pussy. She took her left hand and rolled her hard nipple and pushed her other finger more firmly against her swollen clit.
Karen dropped the catalog to the floor and fell back onto Matthew's bed, enveloped by the familiar smell of her teenage son. She couldn't help herself, unable to stop the feeling that came over her. She stroked her clit faster now and pinched her nipples, feeling marvelously dirty for what she was doing. A brief pang of guilt didn't stop her. Besides, what was the harm? She was home alone and no one would ever know.
Just then she heard the front door slam loudly. "Hi Mom, I'm home!" yelled her son. She heard him drop his book bag on the kitchen floor and yell, "School let out early today... teachers conference!"
Karen froze, mortified. She heard her son bounding quickly up the stairs. There lay Karen, in a tank top and panties, nipples hard, skin flushed on the brink of orgasm, lying with her legs spread on her son's unmade bed. There was no way she could get out of his room without being seen.
Acting quickly, she got up, and rapidly tip-toed to Matthew's closet and quietly slid the door shut. She moved to the back of the closet, hoping that Matthew would come in, grab something, and leave. If she got caught in the closet, she would have a lot of awkward explaining to do.
At the top of the stairs Matthew called out again. "Mom, are you home?"
She heard his footsteps as he came into the room. She heard the bed squeak as he sat down heavily and began to take off his shoes. She heard the stereo turned on and the room was filled with heavy hip-hop beats. Karen didn't know what to do. She was trapped. She prayed that Matthew didn't need anything from the closet and wouldn't notice that the bottle of lotion had been moved.
After a few terrifying minutes, Karen began to wonder if Matthew was still there. The music was still playing, but maybe Matthew had gone downstairs to get something to eat. She had to get out of there without being seen. She moved toards the front of the closet and positioned herself so that she could see out the small crack into his bedroom. To her surprise, there was Matthew sitting on the edge of the bed facing away from her. His shirt was off and he was thumbing through the Victoria's Secret catalog. She couldn't believe it. Clearly her son was obsessed. He was barely home 30 seconds before grabbing the catalog. If she had been thinking clearly she probably could have slipped out without being seen, but she was mesmerized by her son. And what if he saw her? She could just see it, "Mom!? What the hell are you doing in my closet?"
Without warning, Matthew put down the catalog, stood up and stretched. Karen got a good look at his body for the first time. He looked a lot like this father with a strong swimmers build. His stomach was developing a washboard. Matthew turned and faced the mirror and flexed his muscles like a body-builder, admiring his own reflection. Karen didn't move a muscle. She was off to the left and was pretty certain that she couldn't be seen so long as she stood still.
Matthew reached down and grabbed his bulging crotch. Karen was surprised by the size of the lump down there... he definitely took after his father she thought. Karen was torn between wanting to open the door and get out of there and waiting to see what her son was up to. Her pussy tingled and her nipples strained against the thin cotton of her tank top.
Matthew unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the ground. He was wearing a tight pair of briefs that couldn't contain the enormous bulge beneath. Karen was frozen, transfixed at the sight. Her mouth went dry as she wondered what her son's cock looked like. Unconsciously, Karen licked her lips.
Matthew reached beneath his underwear and repositioned his cock, gave it a firm squeeze, pulled his hand away and stepped out of his jeans. He put his thumbs in his underwear and pulled them down revealing his enormous cock coupled with a large pair of low-hanging balls. Karen had never seen anything like it... not even her husbands was nearly that big. It was truly the most perfect, massive penis she had ever seen. Karen couldn't take her eyes away.
Matthew reached down and began to stroke his monster cock as it bucked and grew in his hand. With his other hand he was barely able to cup his massive balls.
He looked at himself in the mirror as his cock grew, watching it eventually stick straight out in front of him. He took two steps back and sat down on the bed, leaned back and reached for the lotion. He didn't notice that it had been moved. He pumped out a dollop of lotion, closed his eyes and slathered his huge cock with it. And then he began, slowly stroking up and down the length of his thick, lengthening penis.
Matthew loved jacking off and sometimes did it three times a day. It was like nothing else. He thought back to the time his older sister Megan had caught him with his cock in his hand in the shower. They didn't say a word to each other, but he saw his sister's eyes transfixed on his huge cock. He didn't stop what he was doing and his sister shook herself out her daze after a few seconds and quickly exited the bathroom. He was beginning to realize that the monster that dangled between his legs really had an effect on women, even his bitchy older sister.
