Justins Descent Part 1
- 3 years ago
- 33
- 0
Just This Once free porn video
I woke up sitting on the papasan in my dorm room, my textbook over my chest and my bottle of water spilled on the floor. My attempts to study were fruitless as my mind wandered from Greek mythology to erotica. I had a throbbing erection in my jeans from the images in my dream.
I got up, stripped out of my jeans and into a pair of shorts. It was 11:35 and I knew my roommate was out for the night. I locked the door and switched off the light to go to bed. I noticed my laptop was still on.
Before I could power down, I felt the urge to log in. Why, I don't know. But I did.
A few hours earlier Mom and I had chatted as we often did when I returned from my evening class or from my part-time job. It's usually pretty ordinary, mainly catching up, but I will share with you here that these conversations took on a much different meaning for me after I bought her a web cam for Christmas that year.
I already had one on my laptop here at school so she could see me when we chatted. But I could never see her and I picked one up at the computer store before I returned home for the winter break. I was hoping she'd appreciate the sentiment and, more importantly, that she'd want to use it. During my freshman year I was extremely homesick and to save money on cell phone bills, we decided to spend most of our time talking and quelling loneliness (she admitted hating having the whole house to herself).
At first she was very self-conscious about having the camera on but in time it became more and more comfortable. I liked seeing her expressions and smiles. For the most part all I could see was her face, because she tended to sit forward in her chair with her arms folded across the desk, just in front of the keyboard. When she would type she would sit back just a bit.
But earlier tonight she got comfortable in her desk chair, which has a high back and padded arms. She sat back with her legs crossed and had the keyboard on her lap. I enjoyed seeing more of her, though there wasn't much to see with her in a baggy sweatshirt I bought her from my college. But mom had a way of filling out even baggy sweatshirts just the right way. Something about the curve in the U and the N in UCONN that I took special notice of as I watched her in the chat box.
When I logged back in, I immediately saw that she was still online. Did she forget to log off? Her camera was on because I could see the room. Her chair was empty. I typed Hello? just for the hell of it. My adrenaline was flowing. I just wanted to see the curves in the U and N one more time. I knew that would be enough to get me to fire off a few shots of cum so I could get some sleep.
I know this sounds abnormal to some of you, but this was just who I was. It was also me at a time in my life when all I cared about was getting through my credits, getting my degree and getting out of school as fast as possible. I wasn't much into partying and carrying on. I never was the type for the usual Joe College antics. I had some friends but mainly kept to myself. I was only lonely for home, but not lonesome. Girls always caught my eye, but never enough of my attention to make an effort. Girls my age were always too much work. I didn't have time to go through the whole courtship thing only to discover she'd rather fuck a football player.
Anyway, I waited a few minutes and typed again, "Mom, you there?"
I saw a shadow and then she sat down, squinted at the screen and typed back.
"Hi Josh. I must not have logged out. Thought I did. Why are you still up?"
I explained how I fell asleep studying on the papsan and saw my laptop was on and something made me log in. I watched her face frown.
"You should get some sleep."
Cant.
"Why not?"
My fingers typed the words, "Because I'm thinking about your tits" but I never hit send. I paused a moment and deleted the words and clicked on my cam.
"There you are. You look so tired! Why don't you go to bed?"
Cant.
"Josh, why not??"
I typed the words again, "Because of those luscious mounds. I can't stop thinking about them!!"
I stared at the words, wishing she could see them.
She then typed, "Are you OK?"
I zoned out for a moment while staring at her in the cam. I could see her arms were bare and straps on her shoulders, which meant she was probably in her nightgown. If only she would sit back for me. I wonder if she knows the camera is on?
She then typed again, "Josh? Are you OK? You look dazed."
I went to type a reply but in hitting the keyboard I sent the words that were in the box already. I never deleted them.
"Because of those luscious mounds. I can't stop thinking about them!!!"
I froze.
Her eyes widened and I swear I detected a grin, which she covered by putting her fingers by her mouth.
I decided to wait for a reply.
Instead, she moved her hand back to the desk and then shelved her breasts with her crossed arms. She stared at the screen and for a few seconds we were locked in a gaze through the screen.
Finally, she typed.
"Was that meant for me?"
She was giving me an out and I could have used it. But I was too turned on at this point and too fed up with being so damned hard up and so damned alone.
Sorry, was all I typed.
"Sorry for what?"
Sorry I wrote that.
"Was it meant for me?"
She looked down and tightened her folded arms, which squeezed her breasts together even more. Her cleavage line was evident in the cam, though her arms hid most of her breasts from view. Still, it was incredibly arousing, all things considered.
I decided instead of typing, I would nod. I looked at the cam and nodded.
She bit her lip and watched me.
"So what are you referring to?"
I typed, I think it's self-explanitory. But please don't be upset. Take it as a compliment.
She pursed her lips and moved her mouth sideways.
"You really need to find a girl, Josh."
No time, Mom. No interest.
"Oh I think there's interest!"
I laughed, which she saw and it made her laugh.
Haven't found anything better to be honest, I typed.
It was late. Past midnight now. I tossed out my prohibitions and just talked to her as if I was a guy talking to a girl.
"Oh ya. I'm sure there aren't any girls on that campus who have a better body than some 44 year old mother!" she typed.
She itched her chin as she stared at the screen. I wanted to will her to lean back again. I was so curious to know if she still had on her bra or if . . .
I thought of a clever reply:
Maybe my preferences are different than most others.
She frowned and shook her head.
"You're just horny, Josh. sleep it off and take a break from your work this weekend and have some fun."
I sighed and typed. "That's the problem, I CAN'T sleep! Not like....ummm...THIS!"
I looked down after I hit send as if looking at my cock.
I caught her laughing. She dropped her head to her arms.
She looked up and typed. "I can't believe I'm telling you this but, why not try a porn site?"
Ugh, I replied. I hate fake boobs.
She shook her head again.
My erection was throbbing at this point and my boxers were soaking wet. It was late and I was punch drunk at this point. So I totally didn't give a fuck anymore. Plus, she didn't seem to be getting too offended by the conversation.
So, I said:
Why don't you just let me look at you for a few minutes?
She immediately pulled back with a smirk and typed:
"Are you serious?!"
I nodded.
She shook her head forceefully as she typed, "NO!"
I typed, Just a few minutes. It won't take long. I promise.
She widened her eyes and glared at the screen.
But she didn't type anything.
I reached into my boxers to my sticky cock and started running my fingers underneath the shaft.
I sat back on the chair.
She watched.
Then typed, "What are you doing?"
I just looked back.
She leaned forward, looking at the screen.
"Josh? What are you doing?"
I began to stroke my cock under my boxers. I wasn't sure if she could actually see my hand and where it was, but I was determined.
Then it happened.
"What do you want me to do?"
I pulled my hand out and leaned to the laptop and typed, Just sit there.
"Sit where? How? It's not like I do this all the time you know!"
I licked my lips. This was really happening.
Just sit back in the chair, I typed.
Is my camera on?
I laughed. "Yeah. It has been."
So you've been able to see me this whole time?
I nodded with a smile.
She shook her head.
She bit her lip again and folded her arms tightly a second. She paused several times looking hesitant and I wondered if she'd really go through with it.
"Just this once," she then typed.
I felt my heart skip a beat and my stomach flip. This was really going to happen. I leaned back and again, reached into my boxers.
There were no more words typed at this point. It was expressions. She knew what I was doing. She knew what I needed, what I wanted.
I expected her to click off my cam, but I never saw her reach for the mouse. I assumed she could see me or at least saw enough to know. I never expected she would be interested in watching me.
She kept her arms across her chest even as she leaned back into the chair. Her eyes looked downward and she made her hair fall over her face. But I could tell she was peering up through the strands of her hair.
I lifted my cock out of my boxer shorts and stroked it slowly, feeling it thicken and rise in my grip. I lifted my t-shirt away to expose my hairless, lean belly.
She unfolded her arms just as I did this. Her nightgown was tight around her breasts and it was evident she was no longer wearing a bra. My balls churned and my cock felt hard as steel again.
With my free hand I lifted my shirt more, showing my chest. I slipped it over my head and dropped it to the floor. My body felt alive and energized. I felt like I was about to fire wads of cum up at the ceiling above me. Staring at her breasts, tightly hugged in that cotton nightgown, which pulled tightly between each busom. Her nipples, pointing downward, evident now thanks to shadows of the room.
Her hand then reached up to one and caressed it softly. She ran her fingers over the top of her right breast; across and back. Then her hand ran up to the halter strap and she slipped a finger underneath it. She lifted it and pulled it slowly off her shoulder.
I began to stroke faster and leaned further back. My cock had to be visible by now because it had erected quite high and I was leaning way back in the chair. She turned her head sideways and her hair fell away from her eyes. She was, indeed, watching me.
She reached for the other strap next, though with a little more haste than the first one. By now she seemed to want to show her breasts to me as opposed to being apprehensive to engage in such a taboo exchange with her son. But at this hour of the night, at this point in sexual deprivation, the moment was ripe for anything. Inhibitions were long gone.
The nightgown was off her shoulders and hanging on to her soft, fleshy mounds. But not for long. She slowly tugged on the lycra material and it slid off her breasts, as if she were pulling a sheet off a brand new car.
Her cleavage seemed to go on for miles. The same cleavage I saw just a glimpse of earlier was now being presented to me with no kind of cover or guard.
Finally, with a hard tug and a meaty jiggle, the top fell free and her long, large, milky white mounds were laid out for me to see and enjoy.
She leaned back again in the chair and looked back at me.
Cum suddenly shot upward from my cock like a geyser going off. Her eyes widened as she watched the cum shoot up and splash down on my belly. I dropped my head back and closed my eyes andmoaned with each fire.
I stroked a little longer and milked out every oozing ounce of my hot seed. And I made sure she could see it in the camera.
She gazed at me with entranced, sleepy eyes and a slight frown. Her arms were back on the desk, folded in front of her. She remained topless, but I once again could only see her face.
I used my t-shirt to wipe up my mess and grinned goofily at the camera.
She then smiled back.
"Now will you sleep?" she typed.
Like a baby, I replied.
She smiled and blew me a kiss.
Love you, I typed.
She signed out.
I got up, stripped out of my jeans and into a pair of shorts. It was 11:35 and I knew my roommate was out for the night. I locked the door and switched off the light to go to bed. I noticed my laptop was still on.
Before I could power down, I felt the urge to log in. Why, I don't know. But I did.
A few hours earlier Mom and I had chatted as we often did when I returned from my evening class or from my part-time job. It's usually pretty ordinary, mainly catching up, but I will share with you here that these conversations took on a much different meaning for me after I bought her a web cam for Christmas that year.
I already had one on my laptop here at school so she could see me when we chatted. But I could never see her and I picked one up at the computer store before I returned home for the winter break. I was hoping she'd appreciate the sentiment and, more importantly, that she'd want to use it. During my freshman year I was extremely homesick and to save money on cell phone bills, we decided to spend most of our time talking and quelling loneliness (she admitted hating having the whole house to herself).
At first she was very self-conscious about having the camera on but in time it became more and more comfortable. I liked seeing her expressions and smiles. For the most part all I could see was her face, because she tended to sit forward in her chair with her arms folded across the desk, just in front of the keyboard. When she would type she would sit back just a bit.
But earlier tonight she got comfortable in her desk chair, which has a high back and padded arms. She sat back with her legs crossed and had the keyboard on her lap. I enjoyed seeing more of her, though there wasn't much to see with her in a baggy sweatshirt I bought her from my college. But mom had a way of filling out even baggy sweatshirts just the right way. Something about the curve in the U and the N in UCONN that I took special notice of as I watched her in the chat box.
When I logged back in, I immediately saw that she was still online. Did she forget to log off? Her camera was on because I could see the room. Her chair was empty. I typed Hello? just for the hell of it. My adrenaline was flowing. I just wanted to see the curves in the U and N one more time. I knew that would be enough to get me to fire off a few shots of cum so I could get some sleep.
I know this sounds abnormal to some of you, but this was just who I was. It was also me at a time in my life when all I cared about was getting through my credits, getting my degree and getting out of school as fast as possible. I wasn't much into partying and carrying on. I never was the type for the usual Joe College antics. I had some friends but mainly kept to myself. I was only lonely for home, but not lonesome. Girls always caught my eye, but never enough of my attention to make an effort. Girls my age were always too much work. I didn't have time to go through the whole courtship thing only to discover she'd rather fuck a football player.
Anyway, I waited a few minutes and typed again, "Mom, you there?"
I saw a shadow and then she sat down, squinted at the screen and typed back.
"Hi Josh. I must not have logged out. Thought I did. Why are you still up?"
I explained how I fell asleep studying on the papsan and saw my laptop was on and something made me log in. I watched her face frown.
"You should get some sleep."
Cant.
"Why not?"
My fingers typed the words, "Because I'm thinking about your tits" but I never hit send. I paused a moment and deleted the words and clicked on my cam.
"There you are. You look so tired! Why don't you go to bed?"
Cant.
"Josh, why not??"
I typed the words again, "Because of those luscious mounds. I can't stop thinking about them!!"
I stared at the words, wishing she could see them.
She then typed, "Are you OK?"
I zoned out for a moment while staring at her in the cam. I could see her arms were bare and straps on her shoulders, which meant she was probably in her nightgown. If only she would sit back for me. I wonder if she knows the camera is on?
She then typed again, "Josh? Are you OK? You look dazed."
I went to type a reply but in hitting the keyboard I sent the words that were in the box already. I never deleted them.
"Because of those luscious mounds. I can't stop thinking about them!!!"
I froze.
Her eyes widened and I swear I detected a grin, which she covered by putting her fingers by her mouth.
I decided to wait for a reply.
Instead, she moved her hand back to the desk and then shelved her breasts with her crossed arms. She stared at the screen and for a few seconds we were locked in a gaze through the screen.
Finally, she typed.
"Was that meant for me?"
She was giving me an out and I could have used it. But I was too turned on at this point and too fed up with being so damned hard up and so damned alone.
Sorry, was all I typed.
"Sorry for what?"
Sorry I wrote that.
"Was it meant for me?"
She looked down and tightened her folded arms, which squeezed her breasts together even more. Her cleavage line was evident in the cam, though her arms hid most of her breasts from view. Still, it was incredibly arousing, all things considered.
I decided instead of typing, I would nod. I looked at the cam and nodded.
She bit her lip and watched me.
"So what are you referring to?"
I typed, I think it's self-explanitory. But please don't be upset. Take it as a compliment.
She pursed her lips and moved her mouth sideways.
"You really need to find a girl, Josh."
No time, Mom. No interest.
"Oh I think there's interest!"
I laughed, which she saw and it made her laugh.
Haven't found anything better to be honest, I typed.
It was late. Past midnight now. I tossed out my prohibitions and just talked to her as if I was a guy talking to a girl.
"Oh ya. I'm sure there aren't any girls on that campus who have a better body than some 44 year old mother!" she typed.
She itched her chin as she stared at the screen. I wanted to will her to lean back again. I was so curious to know if she still had on her bra or if . . .
I thought of a clever reply:
Maybe my preferences are different than most others.
She frowned and shook her head.
"You're just horny, Josh. sleep it off and take a break from your work this weekend and have some fun."
I sighed and typed. "That's the problem, I CAN'T sleep! Not like....ummm...THIS!"
I looked down after I hit send as if looking at my cock.
I caught her laughing. She dropped her head to her arms.
She looked up and typed. "I can't believe I'm telling you this but, why not try a porn site?"
Ugh, I replied. I hate fake boobs.
She shook her head again.
My erection was throbbing at this point and my boxers were soaking wet. It was late and I was punch drunk at this point. So I totally didn't give a fuck anymore. Plus, she didn't seem to be getting too offended by the conversation.
So, I said:
Why don't you just let me look at you for a few minutes?
She immediately pulled back with a smirk and typed:
"Are you serious?!"
I nodded.
She shook her head forceefully as she typed, "NO!"
I typed, Just a few minutes. It won't take long. I promise.
She widened her eyes and glared at the screen.
But she didn't type anything.
I reached into my boxers to my sticky cock and started running my fingers underneath the shaft.
I sat back on the chair.
She watched.
Then typed, "What are you doing?"
I just looked back.
She leaned forward, looking at the screen.
"Josh? What are you doing?"
I began to stroke my cock under my boxers. I wasn't sure if she could actually see my hand and where it was, but I was determined.
Then it happened.
"What do you want me to do?"
I pulled my hand out and leaned to the laptop and typed, Just sit there.
"Sit where? How? It's not like I do this all the time you know!"
I licked my lips. This was really happening.
Just sit back in the chair, I typed.
Is my camera on?
I laughed. "Yeah. It has been."
So you've been able to see me this whole time?
I nodded with a smile.
She shook her head.
She bit her lip again and folded her arms tightly a second. She paused several times looking hesitant and I wondered if she'd really go through with it.
"Just this once," she then typed.
I felt my heart skip a beat and my stomach flip. This was really going to happen. I leaned back and again, reached into my boxers.
There were no more words typed at this point. It was expressions. She knew what I was doing. She knew what I needed, what I wanted.
I expected her to click off my cam, but I never saw her reach for the mouse. I assumed she could see me or at least saw enough to know. I never expected she would be interested in watching me.
She kept her arms across her chest even as she leaned back into the chair. Her eyes looked downward and she made her hair fall over her face. But I could tell she was peering up through the strands of her hair.
I lifted my cock out of my boxer shorts and stroked it slowly, feeling it thicken and rise in my grip. I lifted my t-shirt away to expose my hairless, lean belly.
She unfolded her arms just as I did this. Her nightgown was tight around her breasts and it was evident she was no longer wearing a bra. My balls churned and my cock felt hard as steel again.
With my free hand I lifted my shirt more, showing my chest. I slipped it over my head and dropped it to the floor. My body felt alive and energized. I felt like I was about to fire wads of cum up at the ceiling above me. Staring at her breasts, tightly hugged in that cotton nightgown, which pulled tightly between each busom. Her nipples, pointing downward, evident now thanks to shadows of the room.
Her hand then reached up to one and caressed it softly. She ran her fingers over the top of her right breast; across and back. Then her hand ran up to the halter strap and she slipped a finger underneath it. She lifted it and pulled it slowly off her shoulder.
I began to stroke faster and leaned further back. My cock had to be visible by now because it had erected quite high and I was leaning way back in the chair. She turned her head sideways and her hair fell away from her eyes. She was, indeed, watching me.
She reached for the other strap next, though with a little more haste than the first one. By now she seemed to want to show her breasts to me as opposed to being apprehensive to engage in such a taboo exchange with her son. But at this hour of the night, at this point in sexual deprivation, the moment was ripe for anything. Inhibitions were long gone.
The nightgown was off her shoulders and hanging on to her soft, fleshy mounds. But not for long. She slowly tugged on the lycra material and it slid off her breasts, as if she were pulling a sheet off a brand new car.
Her cleavage seemed to go on for miles. The same cleavage I saw just a glimpse of earlier was now being presented to me with no kind of cover or guard.
Finally, with a hard tug and a meaty jiggle, the top fell free and her long, large, milky white mounds were laid out for me to see and enjoy.
She leaned back again in the chair and looked back at me.
Cum suddenly shot upward from my cock like a geyser going off. Her eyes widened as she watched the cum shoot up and splash down on my belly. I dropped my head back and closed my eyes andmoaned with each fire.
I stroked a little longer and milked out every oozing ounce of my hot seed. And I made sure she could see it in the camera.
She gazed at me with entranced, sleepy eyes and a slight frown. Her arms were back on the desk, folded in front of her. She remained topless, but I once again could only see her face.
I used my t-shirt to wipe up my mess and grinned goofily at the camera.
She then smiled back.
"Now will you sleep?" she typed.
Like a baby, I replied.
She smiled and blew me a kiss.
Love you, I typed.
She signed out.
Maddy
- 10.02.2023
- 8
- 0
