I had only gone into the bedroom to change the sheets on Leigh's bed. I found him struggling with the zip fastener on his trousers. He couldn't get it to move.
"Damn thing," he said, "It won't move."
"Let me try," I said, and sitting on the edge of the bed I got him to stand in front of me.
A little piece of the cloth that covered the zip when done up, had caught in the teeth of the zip that had closed for about the first couple of centimetres, then jammed. I endeavoured to pull it down, with no initial success.
I recalled having the same problem one or twice with Josh's trousers when he was alive. I tried to remember what we had done then.
In the course of my manipulating, I had brushed my hand against Leigh's genitals a few times, and I noticed his penis began to harden. I was a little surprised, as I had never considered that he could be aroused by me, his mother.
I was reminded of the times similar things happened with my beloved Josh. Sometimes he would stand I front of me, as Leigh was doing now, his beautiful penis standing up like a tower, and I would fondle it lovingly. It was no moment of titanic passion, I just loved playing with him, and he clearly enjoyed it.
On those occasions I made sure Josh was not left frustrated, so after a while I would began to stroke him until he ejaculated. Josh would say, "Thanks, sweetheart," and stow away his now relaxed sex organ.
As I said, it was no great moment of passion – we had those at other times – it was just a pleasant thing we liked to do just for the fun of it.
Looking up at Leigh as I felt Leigh's young manhood growing, he reminded me so much of Josh. Same tall figure, brown eyes, smiling mouth and he seemed to share Josh's gentle, loving ways.
I gave a final tug on the zip and it slid down to the bottom, and I started to rearrange the piece of cloth that it had caught on.
I could feel that Leigh's penis was now at full stretch, and almost without thinking, I slipped my hand inside his trousers, pulled down the top of his underpants, and exposed his shaft.
I looked up at his face and his eyes seemed to be imploring me. I smiled at him, and began my fondling.
He gave a gasp and spoke one word, "Mother…"
"It's all right, my darling, I'll just make you feel better. Just let me help you." The same words I used with Josh.
It was strange, but even Leigh's penis looked a mirror image of Josh's. About 180 mm long and 60mm in diameter. As a bit of fun, we had measured it once. The crown stood out slightly larger than the shaft, shiny and dripping pre-cum.
I licked up some of the juice, and he gave a groan, then I tenderly felt for his testicles. They felt full and swollen. I knew Leigh had recently broken up with an older woman he had been having sex with.
"He can't have started masturbating yet, " I thought. I remembered how Josh's testicles would begin to ache when they became too loaded, so I started to speed up my manipulation of Leigh.
Within thirty seconds he came, spurting his semen high, some of it splashing against my face. His body jerked at each violent pump of his fluid, and his gasps increased in volume and frequency. It was a lovely moment for me.
He shot more sperm than I could recall Josh ever discharging, but then I always made sure Josh got frequent sex with me, especially as I had my own needs as well.
When he finished, I continued to caress him until I was sure he had completed his orgasm and his penis began to subside. His whole body relaxed, and he whispered, "Thank you, mum."
"That's all right, darling," I replied. "Feel better now?"
"I feel bloody marvelous," he grinned.
I rose and kissed him softly on the lips. "I enjoyed doing it for you. Now you'd better be off, or you'll be late for your lecture."
He left for the bathroom to clean himself up, and using one of the sheets I had come to replace, I gave myself a preliminary clean, and tried to wipe up the sperm that had landed on the carpet.
I gave an inner mischievous smile, as I had often done with Josh, thinking, "We might have put that to better use…still, there's always tonight…"
