Marilyn could barely contain her excitement. She had promised her son Robert she would help select some masturbation material for him. She wasn't quite sure if this was what Dr. Abrams had in mind when she asked them to repeat the exercise they performed at the institute, but it didn't matter. Marilyn was just too caught up in the search for Robert's masturbation material. Maybe she was taking this too far, but her thoughts kept returning to Robert's penis. Oh, how she wanted to watch him again, see his penis, see him stroke it, and finally see it erupt again with his youthful semen.
"This is for Robert," she reminded herself. She believed that this would help relieve any embarrassment from being caught masturbating by his mother just a few nights ago. The trauma of experiencing something like that could be terrible or even permanent, damaging Robert's psyche. No, no, she couldn't let that happen. The session with Dr. Abrams at the institute was a great first step and Marilyn was pleased at their progress in confronting their feelings about the "incident."
It seemed that Robert was becoming more open, even willing to talk to his mother about some of his fantasies. It certainly couldn't have been easy for him. Marilyn felt it was her duty to ease her son's worries and make him feel safe and comfortable. She would make sure he could trust her and be completely open with her. She would help him and guide him so he would never have to feel ashamed about masturbating.
As Marilyn searched the internet, she was amazed at the sheer amount of sites dedicated to Robert's "tastes", older woman/younger man, May/December romances, mature, MILF, and the list went on and on. Marilyn felt herself growing moist and more excited after each site. So many penises, so young and hard, long and short, thick and thin, yet none affected her in quite the same way that Robert's penis did. She longed to see it again, erect and proud, with Robert's hand around it stroking it firmly, and another chance to see him ejaculate in strong, white, creamy spurts.
There were almost too many videos and too many sites to choose from, but then one caught her eye. It was a site with a collection of videos titled "The Interviews" but it was the caption that piqued her interest. It read, "Mature women examine young studs to see if they measure up to the task." As Marilyn clicked to watch the video, she could already tell that Robert would enjoy it and couldn't wait to share it with him.
Roughly an hour later, Marilyn had finished watching all six videos in the series. She simply couldn't turn away. By the third video, her panties were already soaked as she reached down with her hand several times to try and satisfy her lust, eventually reaching orgasm twice with just minimal pressure on her clitoris. But this was not enough.
Marilyn was distracted by the flashing advertisements on the side of the screen, displaying vibrators, dildos, and various other toys. She had never attempted to purchase anything like that in the past, but today, her hands simply weren't enough. She wanted something else, something inside her, something to fill her up.
As she clicked on the site, an enormous list and variety of toys were displayed, categorized by type, color, g-spot, realistic, length, diameter, and even squirting. "My goodness!" she thought to herself, "there are so many!" wondering what they would feel like, especially the squirting type. It had been so long for Marilyn since she felt a man ejaculate inside her. At first, she clicked on the realistic category, wondering just how "real" some of these looked. She was shocked to see just how detailed they were, complete with sculpted mushroom heads and raised veins along their shafts. Marilyn perused several pages, impressed with some of the products, but in the back of her mind, she knew she was looking for something specific. She was looking for something that reminded her of her son.
She recalled quite clearly at the Abrams Health Institute when Dr. Abrams, with the help of her nurse assistant, had taken detailed measurements of Robert's penis. At the time, Marilyn wasn't sure why they would need that information to deal with their particular problem, but it was that very same information that stuck in her memory.
In order to narrow her search, Marilyn selected the "Length" category, recalling Robert's exact length of 7 ½ inches, and 5 ½ inch circumference. Then, near the bottom of the screen, she saw it. It was almost a perfect replica of Robert's penis, as if they had molded it from the real thing. It had the same shape, same shaft, same mushroom tipped head, same length and girth, and nearly the same color. Without any second thoughts, she added it to the cart, entered her shipping and payment information, and completed her order, even selecting next day delivery for her new toy. She needed it right away. She needed it inside her right away.
Meanwhile, Robert decided to busy himself with landscaping chores outside the house as a way of taking his mind off the night's planned activities. He found it extremely difficult to concentrate, still thinking about his mother's proposal to find him some masturbation material to assist him while they repeat the exercise suggested by Dr. Abrams. Several times that day, Robert made several adjustments to his shorts, trying to keep his penis from tenting out obscenely in front of him. The thought of masturbating again in front of his mother was exciting him beyond control.
He thought to himself how quickly and easily both Dr. Abrams and his mother were able to ease his embarrassment after being caught and helping him cope with his initial feelings of shame. What an incredible feeling it was for him at the institute to have both of them encouraging him, caring for him, and cheering him on while he masturbated. He felt so free. He just couldn't wait for the night's events.
That night, during dinner, there was a definite sense of tension and eager anticipation from both Robert and Marilyn. Their small talk continued with no mention of their next exercise until near the end as Marilyn picked up the dishes.
"So, honey" she finally added, "are you ready for tonight?"
"Oh yeah, mom. I can't wait! Um, ...I mean I think it will be good for us," Robert added, trying contain his excitement, "you know, I think Dr. Abrams said this would help, um, you know, if we tried the exercise again."
"Yes, Robert, I think this will definitely help us," Marilyn replied, "and I'm sure Dr. Abrams would be happy to know we're following her directions. Why don't you go ahead and take a shower. I'm going to finish cleaning up here then I'll meet you in your room. Ok?"
"Ok mom." And with that, Robert quickly left to get himself ready.
After a nice, hot shower, Robert felt warm and relaxed. As he walked from the bathroom to his room with a towel around his waist, he felt the sway of his penis and testicles. They seemed heavier, maybe due the hot shower and his relaxed scrotum, or maybe because his penis was already filling with blood in anticipation of the night's events. Either way, Robert was walking with a confidence he hadn't felt before. He couldn't wait to perform the exercise with his mother, and at the same time, he couldn't help but think that his mother would enjoy it too. He could vividly recall standing in Dr. Abrams office, exposing himself to everyone, and seeing his mother staring at his genitals.
"Robert?" his mother called. "I'm almost done in here. I'll be in your room in a minute, ok sweetie?"
"Ok mom!" he answered. Robert took off the towel he had around his waist and quickly put on a t-shirt and sweatpants and sat at his desk. As soon as the computer booted up, his mother walked in with something in her hands.
"Ready Robert?" she asked. Marilyn struggled to hide the nervousness in her voice. "I brought these. I thought we might need them."
As Robert looked down at his mother's hands, he noticed a washcloth and a small plastic container. "What's that mom?"
"Oh, this is something that Dr. Abrams gave me during our last visit. It's a lubricant. She said it would help you during, um...you know... um, while you masturbate. You know, for your penis."
