My son ejaculated during a massage

M

First a little background. I’m a 38 year old mother of 2 children, an 18 year old son and a 20 year old daughter. My daughter is away at college, and their father is no longer in the picture.

My son has been extremely stressed out lately prepping for the SAT. It kills me to see him so stressed all the time, and it is affecting his self esteem and ability to concentrate as well as he should be.

My son and I have a very open relationship and are able to talk about anything. I’ve been so very fortunate that my kids have a constant open dialog with me. And they know I’m there for advice any time they need it. Well, last night after dinner, we were talking. And he opened up with me about how incredibly stressed out he has been lately.

Being an empathetic person, it really does hurt that he is feeling so down. So I offered to give him a massage to help him relax a bit before he digs into his studies. This caught him off guard a bit because I can’t remember ever having given him a massage before.

“Oh uuuum, no that’s alright. I’ll be OK. I just need to get through this test and everything will be fine,” he said.

I replied with something to the affect of, “Are you sure? I think you should let me give you a massage, because I don’t think you’ll be able to concentrate properly when you’re so stressed out. Why don’t you go sit in the jacuzzi for just 15 minutes to relax your muscles, and then dry off and I’ll give you a massage. You’ll study much more effectively afterwards.”

“Uhhhh, OK sure. If you think it will help,” as he ran upstairs to change into his swim shorts.

So fast-forward, he soaks in the jacuzzi for 15 or 20 minutes and comes inside after drying off. “Where do you want to do this?” he asks.

“Oh, just lay down on the floor next to the sofa.”

It suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks. I would be lying if I didn’t admit it felt a little bit awkward. Giving my son a massage isn’t something I had really worked through in my head at this point, so I had to think about the logistics of this for a moment. Do I just straddle him, and is that appropriate? Should I use oil, or go in dry?

In the end, I decided to straddle his butt and use a lavender scented oil I keep in my bedroom. The massage started out pretty normal, and we made small talk about some fun times we have shared. Within a few momements, the awkwardness floated away and we even shared a couple of laughs.

After doing his back and finishing up his legs, I told him to roll over so I could do the front of his legs. At first he hesitated, but I was pretty persistent getting him to roll over. With a smile, I grabbed his hip and pulled upwards to force him to flip over. It was then that I noticed why he had hesitated. He had a full blown erection, and my eyes went right to it.

Sensing his embarrassment, I giggled a little bit and said, “Oh! So that’s why you didn’t want to roll over!” I was trying to make light of it and not make it a big deal (pun intended).

“Mom, stop! This isn’t funny. So embarrassing,” he said shyly.

“Oh come on sweetie, it’s completely normal and nothing to be ashamed of,” I said.

“But you’re my mom, haha.” There’s the laugh I was waiting for.

“Don’t worry about it, we’re both adults, and it’s not the first time I’ve seen an erection just so you know.”

With that, I squirted some oil into my hands and got to work on his thighs. By this time, I was actually a little flattered knowing I had given my son a hard on. A couple of minutes passed, and I decided to start up our small talk again, to help him relax about it. I’m guessing it worked, because I saw his penis do a small jerk a few times.

Just when I was thinking I should probably stop the massage so things don’t get too awkward, is when it happened. I was massaging his thighs pretty firmly, and all of a sudden I see his body tense up, and he tried to sit up quickly and cover his crotch. There was no mistaking it, he had just jizzed in his shorts.

“Ummmm, OK thanks mom. I need to go study now,” he said as he rushed off upstairs holding his crotch.

He was obviously very embarrassed about what had happened, and I instantly felt sorry for him. I’m not totally sure what to do at this point. Should I address this with him, or just let it go? We haven’t really had a chance to see eachother since last night, so I’m hoping he won’t start avoiding me over this.

Ariella Ferrera

About the author

Add Comment

Posts

Categories