I have become addicted to my son’s c***. He’s a really cute boy: tall and slender with a muscular build. He’s just 15. The first time I saw his d*** in its fully rigid glory I had to go into the bathroom while he was showering. He opened the curtain and asked me to hand him some shampoo. My eyes were drawn to his twitching erection like a magnet. It was the biggest c*** I have ever seen! It was at least 10 inches long and as thick as my wrist. I couldn’t stop staring at it. It was covered with huge swollen veins with an enormous flared head. His huge golf ball sized testicles hung low down swinging between his thighs. “Jesus, Tim!” I gasped, “close the curtain!”. “What’s the matter mom?” he teased. “For God’s sake! Your thing is huge!! You shouldn’t just stand there like that in front of your mom!” I complained. “It’s no big deal! We’re family.”, he said. I was so rattled I just left but I couldn’t get the image of that engorged donkey d*** and balls out of my mind. A couple of days later I took some clean clothes to his room. I knocked and he said to come in. Once again I was left speechless! He was lying on the bed reading something completely n*** sporting another raging hard on. “Damn it Timmy!”, I said, “I realize it’s your room but can’t you at least cover up for your mom?” I tried to keep an eye on the clothes I was putting away but my eyes were drawn back to that rigid throbbing pole of his. He reached down and started playing with it, squeezing the shaft until the veins looked like they would burst. “Timmy! Please don’t play with yourself like that in front of me!”, I pleaded. “Sorry mom, I can’t help it. It feels so good to touch it!”, he said. I left as quickly as I could. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I had to fight my arousal. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Then the next morning I was sitting at breakfast when he walked into the kitchen completely n*** with his rock hard horse d*** wobbling around. He sat down beside me with his long hard d*** standing up above the table top. “OK Tim,” I said, “ what’s going on with you. I can understand you being aroused in the shower, I can even be OK with you hanging out naked in your room, but walking around the house naked with your thing so big and hard? What’s going on?” Tim replied “Mom, I’m getting hard all the time! I can’t stop it! It’s so painful when it’s bent over in clothes. It’s much more comfortable like this.” “Well, do you have to stay hard like this. Can’t you, you know, ‘take care of it’?”, I pleaded. “Oh you mean j*******?”, he asked. I gasped “Tim! I can’t believe you’re talking so crudely! My sweet little boy is being so naughty!” “It doesn’t matter,” he said “as soon as I c** I get hard again!”. Then he began stroking his throbbing d*** right in front of me!! “What do you think you are doing, young man?”, I demanded. He replied, “ I’m jacking off mom!”. “Well you can go to your room or bathroom if you need to m*********.”, I said. “But it feels so good when you’re watching!” he exclaimed. I was at a loss for words. It didn’t matter any way. He was so aroused already before I could even think of a response he released a torrent of hot c** all over the table top and me! “Oh God Tim!! What are you doing?”, I cried. He couldn’t talk as he just pump stream after stream several feet into the air. When he finally stopped I said as calmly as I could, “Let’s just go clean up OK?”. I took a shower and unexpectedly orgasmed as I washed my wet p****. God I was so turned on. I knew I needed to get control of the situation but my will was so weak. My son continued his lewd displays. I found myself wearing old T-shirts and shorts around the house because he quickly discovered how much it turned him on to c** on me. I never could summons the will to tell him to stop. I even eventually began helping him by stroking his incredibly hard donkey d*** and caressing his huge balls for him.