Mother's Dilemma

Mother's Dilemma

Rupert, Ellen, son Jimmy (18)

Liam, Angela, son Tim (19),

Mother finds her 18-year-old son is showing signs of urges and he's getting a bit handful. She asks advice from her best friend who has a son of 19.

Chapter 1 -- The Problem

"What's the matter," Angela asks her best friend over a coffee.

"Nothing," Ellen replies, all too quickly.

"Look, you invited me over to your house. Something's on your mind. You told me just as much."

"I don't know. It's...I can't really discuss it with anyone," Ellen said. Yes, she DID invite Angela. She just needed to tell someone. But now, with Angela facing her in her dinning room, it was difficult to verbalise it.

"You trust me don't you? We're best friends since Primary School. Now we both have sons. You can tell me anything." Angela waited patiently seeing her troubled friend battling her thoughts.

"How can I say them to anyone? They are so private."

"We've been through so much together. We talked about our first boyfriends, and loosing virginity, etc." and giggling she added, "And our wedding night, for God sake! Anything you say I will not tell anyone. I

mean

it. NO ONE."

"It's Jimmy," Ellen ventured. Then stopped

"Go on," encouraged her friend patiently.

"He seems to have reached that age."

"What do you mean?"

"You know. He's 18. He's got uncontrollable hormones now."

"You're talking about his acne?" Angela said half jokingly.

"NO! Of course not. He's getting frisky. He keeps touching me. He hugs me -- tightly -- and rubs himself against me, you know, not in any blatant way. Well, it seems like he pretends to hug me just so that he can rub against me. I can even feel his...you know...it gets hard. And he now wants to play tickling game -- I'm sure just so that he can touch my breasts and my bum. He pretends it's all accidental, even apologises sometimes," Ellen's outburst seems to have fired her up and opened the floodgates. "And he's been like this for a while but I had just put that down to my imagination, but now it seems to be more frequent, and more obvious."

"I see," Angela said, listening intently, encouraging her and not wanting her friend to stop. "Have you talked to him about it?"

"Of course not! What do I say? I sometimes think I'm just imaging it. May be it might be because our lack of bedroom action due to Rupert's problem. You know I mentioned it before?"

"Yes, I know. But that will be temporary. Rupert will be fired up again and taking care of you like the stud you said he was."

"Angela! Really!"

"Sorry. But anyway, those things about Jimmy, seems harmless enough isn't it? He just needs to get a girlfriend."

"He's too shy and he just has his head in the books. And anyway we don't want him to be fooling around like that with girls yet and getting them in trouble."

"I guess not," Angela conceded. She and her husband Liam had felt the same way about their own son Tim.

"And not only that. I found my underwear in his room. I think he... I

know

he uses them to...you know...rub himself with. He's left his...oh gosh! He's left his cum in them. I can smell it and see it dried. And sometimes even wet when he must have done it in the morning before he went to school."

Angela nodded and leaned over and took both of her friend's hands. "Elly, isn't that just normal for boys? To be interested in girls, their bodies and their underwear? He's just starting out. He's curious. He's exploring."

"Yes, but it's

me

!

"Have you talked with Rupert? May be he can talk to Jimmy," Angela offered.

"No way! I don't think Rupert would take kindly to knowing Jimmy was groping me...," Ellen stopped, she just realised what her son was really doing to her. He was groping her! "Yes, Rupert wouldn't understand about Jimmy's heightened friskiness, especially since he himself has a problem in that department at the moment."

"Yes, I guess that may be tricky."

"Do you know, he's even tried to catch me in my underwear when I'm changing, barging in like it was an accident? He's even tried to catch me naked in the shower! I know he has, but he makes it seem like it was all an accident. I don't know what to do, Angie," Ellen sighed deeply, covering her face with both hands. "What about Tim? Did you have this problem with Tim?"

'Ah! What can I say about Tim to Ellen?'

thought Angela, she was afraid of that question from her friend. "Look, Ellen, like I said before, don't worry too much. It's only natural, it'll pass," Angela said, but avoiding answering her friend's question. "Do you know Jimmy is probably masturbating a hell of a lot?"

"What?!" Ellen's cheeks turned pink.

"And he's probably rubbing it raw. Ellen, you rub yourself, don't you?" But Angela lifted up her finger to stop Ellen replying. "Of course you do. We girls all do it, just like the men. But here's the thing. Isn't it much better when Rupert rubs you off?"

"Angie!"

"Don't be silly Elly. Let's not hide about such things. Yes, I rub myself and Liam does a great job as well of fingering me and getting me off. Alright? There!"

"YES! Alright! Rupert is good with his fingers. He has to be, now that he can't...," Ellen stopped. No matter how good Rupert was with his fingers -- or even his mouth -- it's just

not

the same, she still misses his hard cock in her pussy. Still misses the actual fucking - the delicious fucking that he gave ever since she was brave enough to part her legs for him. With a start she came back to reality from her erotic daydreaming. "But what of it?"

"I think Jimmy must be very horny all the time and him masturbating himself is not giving him the relief."

"So?"

"He needs someone to do it for him," Angela held her breath at this suggestion. "Rupert must like it when you do it for him. Liam certainly does. He's always telling me to grab his cock and do it for him. And you must like it better when Rupert fingers you, right? It just feels better when someone else does it for you."

"Ok, Ok. But what?! Are you saying I should let some girl come to my house to let her masturbate him?"

"That would be

one

solution," Angela almost laughed, but she wasn't thinking of that. She quickly continued. Ellen was not in a joking mood. "Look, Ellen, what is he turning to? Your knickers and bras, your tits and bum. He needs a...a female input to get him off. If he had a sister he'd probably turn to her...as well. You know, use her bras and knickers."

"I told you he could get a girl in trouble fooling around with her like that. And certainly not to do THAT! Anyway, how did you handle Tim?"

Ah! Back to

that

question again. Angela stifled a laugh at Ellen's choice of words.

"What's so funny?" Ellen asked angrily. She can't believe her best friend is not taking her problem seriously.

"Ellen, we're best of friends, right?"

"Right. You yourself already said that," Ellen said, rather confused.

"Well, promise me you won't reveal what I'm about to say to anyone."

"Of course," Ellen frowned at her friend's mysterious behaviour.

"I mean not even to Rupert and not to Liam...or even Jimmy."

"Uh? Er...sure. I promise," Ellen said slowly, she was really intrigued; but worried at he same time. "What's going on?"

"Tim was in just the same situation as Jimmy is in now when he was 18 last year. I found very similar issues with him. I didn't know who to turn to..."

"So what did you

do

?"

"I helped him," Angela said flatly.

Ellen was very confused "How?"

Angela looked straight in Ellen's eyes and said "I helped him. You know, I masturbated him."

For a moment Ellen was not sure she heard her friend right. She mulled the sentence over. "You actually...?"

"Yes. I give my little Timmy a handjob and get him off." Angela was breathing heavily now, afraid of her revelation. Even to her best friend. She pursed her lips awaiting a response. The tables somehow seems to have turned and she was scared and apprehensive at the taboo secret revelation.

"I don't know what to say."

"Tim was just like Jimmy, I couldn't get his hands off me; and I kept finding my underwear missing or they had cum on them, even on clean ones! So I had to calm his...his urges. I've been doing it for him for the past 6 months since a few months before he turned 19."

"WOW! I don't know what to say." Ellen repeated. She was

really

lost for words. But then asked, "How often do you do it? Once a week?"

Angela bit her lip, embarrassed to say. But she took a deep breath and said "Every day. Always before school and after he comes home from school - after Liam leaves for work and before Liam gets home from work. And then he takes care of himself in bed at night; though if Liam is away on business I have done it for him in bed also. Weekends are a bit difficult when Liam is home."

"So Liam doesn't know?"

"No. I already said don't tell anyone. If he knew it'd be trouble. It'd affect his manliness or some other macho thing. I'm his women. Don't think he would be willing to share me, even with our son...

especially

not with our son!"

"You do it

three

times a day?"

"Well, before school, to take the edge off so he can concentrate at school. And when he comes home he is really horny coz he'd been ogling the schoolgirls...you know, looking at their tits and trying to look up their skirts, I bet...like any kid, I guess; probably ogles the teachers as well. And at night, to help him get to sleep."

"Wow! Are you saying that I should wank off my own son?!!"

"I'm not saying anything like that. I just told you how I handled it," she stifled a snigger. "Tim is much more relaxed and confident now. It seems to have really helped him. I see him talking to girls now and I think he may have a girlfriend soon. I'm sure she'll take care of his needs, though I'm hoping they'll hold off until they marry before they do...the real thing. But who knows, if the girl's just as horny, they might end up doing it soon."

"Wow!" Ellen said again as she pictured her hand holding her young son's penis...and stroking it...and seeing him spurt. It made her head spin. And she hasn't held another cock other than her husband's since she got married.

"Think about it. It's either that, or letting him grope you...or letting him get a girlfriend, but he may end up doing more with her. This way you can keep him under control. You know how powerful sexual urge is."

Angela knew it just too well. And so does Ellen -- she misses her husband's hard cock pulsating inside her; his animal thrusting; and his cock twitching as it ejaculates inside her pussy.

"That's a big step. But I'll think about it. And there's no way I can tell Rupert."

Chapter 2

"Honey, are you free? I need to talk to you," Ellen knocked on Jimmy's door.

"Yes, mum. What's up?" Jimmy was on the bed flicking through a magazine that he quickly shoved under the pillow.

Ellen pulled up a chair and sat opposite him. With her husband away until late for the evening she decided to approach her son. Thinking how best to start Jimmy himself presented an opening. She reached under the pillow and, to Jimmy's horror, pulled out the hastily hidden magazine.

"I...I..."

"Relax. You're not in trouble," Ellen smirked knowingly. "Jimmy, I know all boys at this age get interested in girls and their bodies, their breasts, etc. And that's why you look at these dir...these magazines with naked women." Ellen waived the girlie magazine. "I bet you've noticed the breasts of the girls in your class, etc."

Jimmy turned beet red. No matter what his mother said he held his breath with fright.

Ellen stifled a snigger. She composed herself. "You're getting urges, aren't you?"

Jimmy didn't reply.

"Jimmy, it's alright. I know you're getting these urges...down there," Ellen nodded down and made eyes towards his lap. "You've been touching me...in places," she explained, but then went for less obtuse language. "You've been touching my breasts and my bum..."

"No! Just accident, mum!" Jimmy protested.

"Jimmy, it's alright. I'm not mad about that either. Otherwise I would have stopped you straight away."

Jimmy didn't believe his ears. She knows...and she's not mad?! She had

allowed

him to touch her tits and bum? He was amazed; he'd thought she wouldn't have known. He allowed himself to relax...just a little bit. But it confused him.

"You're getting sexual urges and your penis gets very hard...And very often, doesn't it? Just like you're hard now," Ellen mischievously pointed to her son's bulge. She decided to be direct to get straight to the point, else she herself may chicken out.

Jimmy nearly hard a heart attack/fainted/hyperventilated all at the same time. He covered his bulge with his hands.

"Do you masturbate?"

Jimmy died.

"Do you, you know, jerk off? Wank? What do YOU call it?"

No response.

"Jimmy honey, breathe. It's alright, it's normal to jerk off," Ellen sympathetically put her hand over his hands covering his bulge and with the other hand stroked his head gently to comfort him. "I know you do. I have seen the tissues and the stains on the bed sheets. I can smell your semen, honey. Often your

whole

room smells of it. I DO know what it smells like, you know."

Jimmy stared at his mother. He didn't recognise her. She never spoke like this to him before. Her lips so red, her smile was so beautiful, so reassuring. He relaxed a bit again.

"Answer me, baby. It's important. You DO masturbate, don't you?" Ellen asked in her most gentle motherly tone. She needed for him to communicate. "I've also seen your semen in my knickers and bras in the dirty laundry basket in the bathroom. And you've also done it on my clean undies."

He's dead. No, why

isn't

he dead? Mum's not mad at him for using and soiling her underwear? His head was spinning again. Jimmy looked down and nodded just a little.

"You do it a lot, don't you?"

Jimmy nodded more obviously now. There was no point in hiding it, she knew the truth. Somehow she knew all his secrets.

"Does it hurt because you have to do it so often?"

"Yes, sometimes," Jimmy finally found his voice. A kind of a relief swept over him at being able to tell someone. "I thought there was something wrong with me," he said shyly.

FINALLY. A break through. Still keeping her right hand in his lap, with her left hand she lifted his chin. "Jimmy, look at me," and he did. "Honey, there is nothing wrong with you. Your penis getting hard and you wanting to rub it is very perfectly natural. It's ok to jerk off."

Jimmy stared at his mother in disbelief...and relief.

"It's ok," Ellen gently nodded reassuring her poor suffering son.

"But I gotta do it all the time. Even at school!"

"I understand. And I'm going to help you."

"Really? How?"

"Trust me that there are some things a mother knows. And I know that if I jerk you off it will feel much better and you will have relief that will last a lot longer than when you do it yourself."

"What?!"

"I want you to lie back on the bed and I will jerk you off."

"W...what?! I can't do that, mum!"

"Shhhh. Just lie back," Ellen gently but firmly pushed Jimmy, forcing him onto his back. She didn't want a debate else she felt she would loose her nerve.

"But...but..." He didn't want to expose himself to his mother.

"Honey, it wasn't long ago that you were naked when I was bathing you. So I've already seen you naked for

half

of your life, right? I've already seen your penis loads of time; AND touched it whilst washing you down there."

Ellen wasn't sure how she was managing to summon up courage to say such things to her son.

Even as Jimmy continued to protest, Ellen pulled his pyjama bottoms down and off. For a moment she stared at the obvious bulge and then his underwear was off, being careful to pull the elastic over the erection. Ellen now stared at her 18year old son's naked body from the waist down, and his erect penis. It was mesmerising to see such a young man's fully erect penis

Jimmy's cock was hard, lying on his tummy, pointing at his head. There was growth of pubic hair growing. Ellen gingerly took it in the fingers of her left hand.

"Nnmmm!" Jimmy groaned.

"Take it easy, baby. Let mum take care of you," Ellen said softly, trying not to show her nervousness, as she slowly started the classic stroking motion. She felt and explored his cock. Then she became braver and wrapped her fist around it and squeezed on it and stroked it. She was amazed at how big and hard and hot such a young man's cock can be. She just loved it. She hasn't felt a hard cock in so many months, not since her husband's problem. She mentally compared her son's cock to her husband's. It was so similar already to her husband's, only smaller.

She was telling her son to take it easy, but she herself was having a hard time keeping composure and thinking straight. She didn't want to admit the extent to which this was affecting her.

Breathing hard, Jimmy stared in disbelief that his pretty mum had her hand on his cock and stroking it! As she sped up he couldn't believe that she was trying to make him cum.

"Oh!" It was all Jimmy could gasp. He worked himself into a right state trying to make sense of what was going on.

Thinking that he might be worried that she might hurt him she reassured him. "It's alright, Jimmy," she said as, with her other hand, she stroked his head lovingly. "I know what I'm doing. I've done this many times for your father."

Jimmy couldn't believe what his mum just confessed to. Images of his mum holding his father's big cock and wanking him flashed through his mind. "Ohh! MUM!" Jimmy cried out as the erotic images and the feel of her hand caused him to explode.

With each thrust up of his hips into his mother's fist spray after spray shot from his cock, arching up and landing on his pyjama top.

For a moment both were silent.

"Does that feel better?" Ellen eventually asked, still gently stroking and squeezing the deflating cock.

Jimmy simply nodded; he was panting and couldn't say anything. Ellen was in a state as well; she realized she was breathing rapidly too.

"Good," Ellen composed herself and affectionately smiled at her son. "Oh dear! Sorry honey we should have taken off your top, it's...it's become messy. Let's take it off. You can put on a t-shirt.

Ellen helped to take the pyjama top off and used it to wipe the seeping cock. She fetched a t-shirt which Jimmy took. Standing over the bed Ellen couldn't help but marvel at the smooth innocent, totally naked body of her 18year old son. He's really grown, she thought.

"Good night, honey. I hope now you have a good night sleep," Ellen said, taking the pyjama top to be washed.

"Good night, mum. Thank you." He put on the t-shirt.

His sleep was filled with unbelievable erotic dreams...all involving his mother...naked.

The evening's events and the smell of her son's semen on the pyjama top reached her to her pussy. She had to masturbate hard, unusually hard. She had to have her own relief. And she was fast asleep before her husband returned.

Chapter 3

The next day Jimmy rushed in from school. He darted straight to his mum and gave her a hug tightly, kissing her on the cheek as usual. And as usual Ellen felt her son's hard cock press hard between her thighs. Ellen sighed knowingly.

"How was your school today?" she asked returning the hug.

"Great mum," Jimmy said, still holding and pressing himself tightly against his mother, letting his hands slide down to just to the tops of her bum so he could feel the elastic of her knickers under her dress.

Ellen thought, then, breaking the hold, she sat down on the kitchen chair, pulling her son to her by his hand.

"Turn around Jimmy," Ellen instructed.

"Eh?" Jimmy enquired, puzzled; but he did as he was asked.