“Walter!”
Patty brushed her long, wavy blonde hair out of her eyes and glowered angrily
at her adopted 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 adopted 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 adopted son who was obsessed with
jacking off.
It had started six months before, after the divorce. Walter was an unusually
handsome young lad of eighteen, 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.
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