A sexual awakening CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 4
He made his way to the bathroom and took a quick shower. He looked down at himself as he dressed, pleased that at twenty years of age he’d been blessed with such a man sized cock. He turned side on towards the mirror and slid a hand under his shaft then gently eased back his foreskin to reveal a thick, bulbous, purple coloured helmet. For a moment he allowed his hand to slid up and down his whole length and as he watched himself in the mirror he started to imagine what it might be like to see his Mum squirming on the end of his dick! Almost as quickly as the image started he snapped himself out of it then, struggling to push it inside his briefs, he finished off dressing as he convinced himself it would be ok to try the cereal routine once more. He made his way down the stairs aware he needed to time his entrance right or his mother wouldn’t be at the sink doing her usual chores. He arrived in the kitchen at the precise moment Susie was rinsing the first cup. Watching his dad carefully as he walked toward the sink, he was convinced the newspaper would keep him from seeing anything that was about to occur unless, that was, his mother called attention to it. As he stepped closer James could feel the cock in his briefs responding. He lined up directly behind her before leaning forward. His aim was flawless. His bone hard cock pressed precisely between each curved cheek of her arse and as he allowed his weight to drive him deeper into her crevice he raised on his tip-toes, a pretence at reaching out for the cereal. The resulting movement mocked the fucking action and for a moment he was performing the age-old rhythm against his mother’s arse. Susie gasped at the blatant contact, her mind instantly recording his size and the rigidity of his member. Speech failed her and she could only stand unmoving as he retrieved his cereal and slowly disengaged from his obviously sexual thrust. Before she could recover her composure, he had moved to the table and poured the cereal into his bowl. A part of her was angry that he should do such a thing and she swung around to face him just as he was pouring the milk. The image of the white milk splashing over the cereal was suddenly all too suggestive and while she had it in mind just what she wanted to say, the words that eventually spilled from her lips were entirely different.