“When’s the last time you felt something like THAT?”
My mind raced and couldn’t remember the last time. I whispered, “Your dad ….”
“C’mon Mom! I know all about Dad and his injuries. What he can do and what he’ll never be able to do again. That’s why I was so surprised when you said you were pregnant. I knew it couldn’t be true, but hoped it was.”
I was lost in what he was saying. I didn’t notice he released my hand. It remained encircled around his hot cock, which was leaking precum down its shaft and onto my palm and fingers.
“Your father deserves better than this,” I whimpered.
“But, you deserve THIS, Mom.” Ronny began a slow pumping of his hips in micro movements, using my immobilized fist to jerk him off.
“What are you doing?” I asked. I should have been asking “What am I doing?”
My attention was so focused on my hand, I didn’t fend off Ronny’s quick pull of my already-loosened jeans. They fell to the floor around my ankles before I could stop them.
At least that woke me up enough to take my hand away from Ronny’s throbbing manhood. It was coated with his fluids.
I wanted to run, but would have tripped on my own jeans.
I was trapped, standing there in my bra and panties with my naked son, who, by the way, sported a huge hardon—for his mother.
“Now the bra, Mom!”
My son was determined to strip me naked, and I didn’t see how, at this point, I was going to stop him.
That’s when the doorbell mercifully rang. It reminded me the base liaison was dropping off some papers that needed signing.
“To be continued,” was all Ronny said while scooping up his clothes and heading for his room. His penis still throbbed.
That left me in my underwear, with a lubricated palm—and a surprising throbbing of my own.
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I avoided Ronny the rest of the day. I didn’t even make dinner.
A long evening workout at the local gym helped relax me. It was owned by my friend, Beth’s, husband. They let me workout there and pay them when I got a little extra cash, which was almost never. So I appreciated every moment I spent there.
I was drenched with sweat when Beth came up behind me. “Whoa, girl! You’re going to bust something. What’s going on?”
“I guess I’m working on some things. Working them out,” I said. I was trying to exhaust myself and deplete the tensions of the afternoon.
“Just remember a woman in your condition has to start treating her body differently. Your needs will be changing.”
Her statement brought all my problems I had tried to outrun on the treadmill right back. I hadn’t even had the courage to admit to Beth I wasn’t pregnant yet. I was living a lie that was sure to catch up with me. Yet, I didn’t have the courage to confide even in Beth, let alone Greg with all he had tied up in believing in my miracle maternity.
“Yeah, this body needs something all right.”
“Sara, you’re in better condition than most of the twenty years olds who use this as their social club. Enjoy that figure while you can. Pretty soon you’re going to be swelling up that belly with that bump of joy!”