The Tale of Two Mothers.

“Walter!”

Patty brushed her long, wavy blonde hair out of her eyes and glowered angrily at her son’s bedroom door.

“Walter, I know what you’re doing in there! I am absolutely sick of listening to you jacking off in your room every day! Walter, are you listening?”

Her teenage son didn’t answer. The rhythmic thumping continued louder than ever, the sound of the headboard banging against the wall as Walter eagerly beat his prick, flailing his fist up and down his stiff, aching cock.

“Walter!”

Patty swore and rapped angrily on the door. She was thirty-four and gorgeous, with wide blue eyes complementing her blonde hair, and a slim, stacked, big-titted body.

“Walter, pay attention to me!”

Walter groaned, and then the headboard started thumping against the wall even more quickly. He was probably on the verge of spraying a big load of cum all over his chest. Patty turned from the door, blushing fiercely as she retreated down the hall. She was dressed casually, in jeans and a blue work shirt that gave her large, braless tits plenty of room to jiggle and bounce. It was the sort of outfit that any normal housewife would have worn around the home, but she didn’t feel normal.

For one thing, she was divorced now. The house and her modest monthly alimony checks were all she had to remember her long marriage to her husband. For another thing, she had a handsome young son who was obsessed with jacking off.

It had started six months before, after the divorce. Walter was an unusually handsome young lad of sixteen, tall and muscular, with a bulging crotch that Patty, in spite of her embarrassment, had been unable not to notice. Patty had read that the sex drive of growing boys can be very strong, but that hadn’t prepared her for the fact that Walter’s cock seemed to be stiff and bulging most of the time.

She supposed her appearance had something to do with it. Patty was slimmer than average, with long legs and a cute, girlishly round ass. But her tits were so big that most of her bras had to be custom-made. Her body had always made men horny, and Patty was afraid that her only child was no exception. She had been mortified to see his cock swelling many times in the past six months, when she caught him ogling her figure.

At least he could try to restrain himself, Patty thought. Or at least be quiet about wanting to play with himself so much. It was three- thirty in the afternoon now, and Walter had been home for a half hour. He’d literally run upstairs as soon as he’d walked through the door with an obscene-looking bulge tenting through his slacks.

Two minutes later, the thumping had started. She heard it at least four times a day now. She’d tried to talk to him about it, both gently and sternly, but he just wouldn’t listen. All he said was that he couldn’t keep from rubbing his big prick as soon as it started to get stiff.

Well, he was just going to have to learn to ignore it, Patty thought suddenly. Impulsively she went to the hall closet, finding the key to Walter’s bedroom door hanging on a nail. Determinedly she went back to his room, knowing full well that she was about to catch her boy in the act. It wasn’t normal for a lad to play with himself so much. Walter simply had to learn to control his sexual desires.

Patty let herself into his room. It took Walter a moment to notice that she’d come in. As she’d expected, he was lying on his back with his pants around his ankles. A jar of baby oil stood prominently on the nightstand beside his bed. The youth’s tongue lolled obscenely out of the corner of his mouth as he worked his fist feverishly on his crotch, whipping his hand up and down his throbbing, straining cock.