Ruth dropped Julie and Johnny off at their house, then drove quickly home. She knew her son was curious able why she had done what she had done and excited. He was quiet all the way home. She had not wrapped her beach robe about her body, but drove in her bikini. her son looking at her in a way he never had before.
She was trembling with need by the time they got home, and she forced herself to help unload the car. she wasn't quite sure what she was going to do with Richard, but she knew she was going to do something. she had to do something, even if only to touch him, his cock, again. Richard said nothing after they had unloaded the car, but his eyes followed her everywhere. Ruth was pleased that he didn't seem embarrassed about what she had done at the beach. Perhaps he and Johnny were playing delicious games with Julie after all.
She had though her son would be embarrassed, or maybe ashamed, but there was nothing to indicate that. She took his hand and pulled him into the living room. Richard went without protest, knowing he was about to become involved with his mother in ways he had never dreamed of. Ruth sat his on the couch, then sat next to him. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders. She rested her other hand on his thigh, halfway to his crotch. She hugged him.
"Richard...." she said softly. "Please try to understand what I've got to say." What you did in the car...what I saw you doing," she said in a throaty voice. "I know why you had to. You got excited touching me, rubbing oil on my body. So...I understand why you had to, you know, jack off."
Richard trembled when she said that.
"I want you to know something about me, darling, she said, her fingers at the edge of his trunks. "I like to see a man do that. I love to see a man, or a woman too, jack off. It excites me. I don't know why, but it does , and it's been so long since I've watched that."
Richard remained silent, seeing his mother's nipple pushing through her thin halter. He couldn't stop his cock from hardening.
"Please don't be embarrassed" Ruth soothed, running her fingers along the shaft of his swelling cock.. "We could have a lot of fun, as long as you aren't embarrassed. You could jack off, and I could watch you, and maybe...." She paused, taking a deep breath. "Maybe sometime I would let you . .watch me."
His cock was now very hard, bulging at his trunks. Ruth was stroking her finger up and down it, over the cock-head and back again.
"If you enjoy it, you can watch me do it, too," she went on. "We can do it together, watch each other. It would be okay, honey. It wouldn't be as if we ...did anything. You know, like fucking, We could just watch each other....you jacking off and me putting my fingers inside my..."
"You'd let me watch?" he asked, his voice thick and shaky. "You'd really let me watch you masturbate, Mom?"
"It wouldn't be fair if I didn't, would it?" She hugged him tightly. "I mean, it you let me watch you jack off, it would only be fair to let you watch me, right?"
"Mom!" Richard gulped.
