Linda and Peter

Note : This story is complete fictional!!! Never try to do it in real live!

At thirteen Peter learned how to jerk off and had been jerking off ever since. In the beginning he had only done it once a day, but two years later he was doing it two, three times a day or more between rising in the morning and falling asleep at night. He always did it when he woke with an aching hardon. Later in the day something would stimulate his cock, and he would be at it again. If he could not get to sleep at night, he would be stroking himself again. Some days, as he grew older, he never seemed to get enough, and the slightest lewd thought made him horny and caused his cock quickly to spring to life, requiring his immediate attention. 

At age fifteen Peter was in high school, doing reasonably well, and getting along with other students and his teachers. He was just an average boy, lost in the throng of the other students. Nothing made him stand out, but in his own mind, he felt different. He believed that everyone was staring at him, aware of his intense masturbatory urges. Peter was convinced that his huge appetite for pumping his cock was abnormal, and he worried that others might discover his filthy, perverted habit. He had heard older boys talk about jerking off without admitting they were doing it, and Peter believed that is was something only other, perhaps weird, boys did. 

In two years he had accumulated a nice collection of magazines, which he kept concealed from his mother. Most had been found in a box behind an adult bookstore downtown when he was hanging around one day. He had lugged them home and shoved them under some other cartons in the basement. Later he had found a better place for them, where he could read them and stroke his hard and aching cock. Many pictures showed women spreading their legs to display their bare cunts. Some of these sluts even used their fingers, spreading open their twats to allow a look right up their love holes, but his favorites were photos of men and woman fucking or sucking each other, striking a variety of poses. Looking at these photographs, Peter would stroke his swollen prick, prolonging his ejaculation until his throbbing dick exploded. Then his semen shot out in long strings, giving him immense spasms of pleasure. It felt so good! 

Peter worried about his need to masturbate several times each day. He tried again and again to limit himself, but it was impossible to go a whole day without jerking off at least twice, and that was under his most strenuous effort to control himself. If he arrived home from his school activities early enough, he could lurk in his mother's room, enjoying the odor of her clothing, especially her bras and panties. Peter wondered at these times what it would be like to stick his thick cock into his mother's pussy, and he tried to think of ways to see his mother completely naked. Eventually, he began to dream of her and would always awaken with a huge erection. 

Peter's mom, Linda, had split from his father because he was never able to find satisfaction with her alone. It became quite apparent to her when she became pregnant that this asshole was fucking two or three other babes. Now Linda was in her early thirties. She had recovered from the long period of abstinence brought about by her disgust over her ex-husband's infidelity and had enjoyed a few brief relationships, but nothing permanent ever developed. One guy was not interested in becoming serious because he did not want to accept helping her raise her son. Another annoyingly kept referring to her "weight problem." Linda had put on a few pounds, but she saw herself as curvaceous, not fat. She was not able to attract the right guy, one who would accept both her and her circumstances. As a result, her own sex life suffered. 

To relieve her tensions and enjoy some pleasure, Linda had purchased by mail a few amusing sex toys so that she did not need to deprive herself. She was not especially interested in fucking guys that she did not like in order to have some pleasure. As she pleasured herself, she would picture in her mind the guy who would eventually come and save her from her lonely life. It was not the same as real sex, of course, but it had to do for a single woman. 

Linda was no prude, and Peter occasionally saw her dressed only in her underwear, but, trying to avoid stirring up his teenage urges, she became careful about exposing him to her voluptuous body. She observed him growing into manhood, becoming taller than her; she became aware of an aura of sexuality about her son. Linda not only missed the sex act, but also the passion that could occur between man and woman. Sometimes when she used her little toys, she thrilled herself with the idea that Peter was fucking her, her motherly love briefly transforming itself into erotic love. Afterwards, Linda, feeling a bit guilty, dismissed these illicit thoughts as mere stimulatory ideas, used only to relieve herself.