Nothing was said about it all that day. I could see that he had an erection every time he came to the kitchen or the living room.
A few days later I made the mistake of saying, Jim, you might as well be walking around naked. I immediately regretted saying it.
The very next morning he walked into the kitchen for breakfast wearing nothing. He was m***********. I acted as though I didn’t noticed him. He stood right next to me and masturbated until he ejaculated all over the table right in front of me. As he did he said, this is how much I love you mommy.
No matter what I’m doing he will do this. He has gone so far as to sit beside me, pick up my hand and use it to m*********. I believe now that he needs me for this.
Over the winter months I helped him whenever he wanted. Almost every morning now he stands over the table and makes me m********* him. After I bring him off all over the table I have to wash my hands and his p****. Then I have to sit down and eat my breakfast with the mess I helped him make on the table right next to me. He always tells me thank you so I will do it for him again. The sad thing is, I do.