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My Son and His Camera

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My Son and His Camera by INKBLOT (Inkblot@hotmail.com)Let see, this happened a year ago. It was winter in Vermont and My husband had just got relocated because of a job transfer. We had just settled down adjusting to the cold winter of Vermont. It's quite change from the hot and humid temps of Alabama. My son, John, 15, was very outgoing and comfortable down south, but now he has closed himself off from us. He is still angry about the move. He hadn't made friends here yet. All he does now, when he is home, is stay upstairs in his room playing music a little too loud and playing his video games. Or so I thought. +++++++++++++++ part 1I took the day off from work that day because my knee still ached from the ski trip the day before. I couldn't believe it. My first time back on skis in five years and on the first trip down I fall and hit knee on something and had to spend the rest of the day in the lodge.I was asleep when husband went to work at 6:00 and when John went to school at 8:00. In fact, I slept most of the day. It was about 1:00 when I finally felt motivated to get up. I had several errands to run that day and had gotten all of them done but the grocery shopping done by 3:00. I had to go home because I had forgotten the list. I felt kind of guilty not cooking a meal this morning for my men. I always cook a big breakfast since I am always too tried to cook a family dinner after work. Dinner usually consists of a TV dinner in front of the TV. Anyway, I'd thought surprise them with a good home cooked meal when the get home that evening. When I pulled into the driveway I saw that my sons bike laying on the lawn (I hate it when he doesn't put it away when he gets home). I went inside and the first thing a noticed was the sound of Johnny's music coming down the stairs. I called up the stairs, "Johnny, I home. Could you please come down and put your bike away?". - no response -I called again but the music was drowning me out. I started up the stairs. +++++++++++++++At fifteen, John was a little taller and lankier than most boys his age. I had never thought of him in any other way other than just my innocent, cute faced, son. John was about 5'7", 100lbs. With his black hair, deep blue eye, he was the spitting image of his father at that age. Damn... he was (and still is) beautiful. +++++++++++++++ Part 2When I got to the door it was cracked open a couple of inches. Ever since we moved, he never has left his door open. I hadn't even seen the inside of his room ever since we bought the place a couple months before. I normally respect his privacy and would never dream bothering him now. It was obvious that he was expecting me to be home He probably thought that I had gone into work late after he left for school. I wasn't due to be home until 5:00. Started to turn when I heard the music stop. I stopped. The stereo turn back on with a sound so soft and soothing, it seemed to be beckoning me. I had to take a peek.The first thing I saw looking in through the crack was his TV. The image on the TV of my sons chest. He was adjusting the view on his video cam. We had given it to him last birthday last October before we had left Alabama. He had shown an interest in filming and we want to support that interest in hopes maybe a future in film. (Little did we know...)He backs up and looks at his face on the screen and slowly backed up to his bed. His bed was located on the far wall, not visible from the door. the camera was on aiming from what probably was the desk, also just out of view. There he was, in boxers, adjusting view so that it hit him perfectly while laying in the bed. At this moment I was starting to get wet with anticipation of what was to come. Up until then, I would have never thought I'd stay to watch. He get up from the bed, starts the camera and turns around so that his back is in full view. He slowly lowers the waist of his shorts and over the top comes the most perfectly round butt I had ever seen. +++++++++++++++++++++The last time I had seen John naked, he was 7, he was in the bathroom and I had accidentally walk in as he was getting ready for a bath. He and I were speechless, I gained composer and quickly shut the door and we never mentioned it again. +++++++++++++++++++++He stood there, basically mooning he audience. Then he untighten and retighten ass muscles so that the dimples created seemed to be winking back and forth. It was so cute I had to stifle a giggle. Then he turned around and there it was. My little boy had truly grown into a man. There he was standing there flexing his developing muscles and posing for the camera.With his build so lanky, the cock on that boy seemed to be on the wrong body. His piece was hard and at least 7" in length, cut, and pointed straight up toward his navel. The family jewels were hanging low in their hairless ballsac. In fact, only visible hair was thin on his legs and nice trail leading from his navel and then branch out thickly to cover the base of that fine package.I was getting so turned on by this scene that I had to touch myself . John lays on his bed, on his side, facing the camera, never knowing that his mother is witnessing one his most intimate moments. He reaches under his mattress and pulls out a skin mag and opens it slowly tugs at his member with one hand. He glances up every now and then to see himself on screen, pumping up and down on his rod. I am there at the door quickly fingering my cunt. The fact reeling in my mind that the only thing that separates me from my adolescent son in such a erotic state is a flimsy door.The mag fell to the floor, but it didn't seem to matter. Now only concentrating the job at hand, John increased his speed as did I on my clit. Faster and faster he went. It felt as if we were in an subconscience race to see will cum first. I was really losing it to. Biting on my sleeve to stifle moans and cries I collapsed to the floor where I had the most powerful, mind-numbing climax that I had ever had.When I opened my eyes, I could still view the screen. There he was, my baby, seizing at that moment apparently trying to hold back the empending orgasm, without much success. The load that finally shoots out seemed to go on for an eternity. Pulse after pulse of his boyjuice fly every where the first of which is licked up immediately as it hits him in the corner of his mouth. The rest sporadically hits all along his smooth boy chest and that last drops form a puddle in his navel.He just lay there basking in the afterglow of a great cum. He looked angelic in that state. I thought I should leave when he sits up and reaches under his mattress and pulls out some black silk panties. MY PANTIES!! He took them and cleaned up his mess and then placed them on his face smelling his and my aromas mixing. He was thinking of me. I got up and left. I cooked dinner later that evening and we all ate it. I tried not to treat John any different but think he noticed his mother staring at him from time to time. That night, while doing laundry, I found those panties wadded up and stuffed deep in my clothes. I smelled them and almost fainted at the smell of his fresh nectar. After my husband falls to sleep that night, I reach under the mattress and pull out those panties and quietly finger myself while taking in smell of the boy that I raised into a beautiful sensual man. +++++++++++++++++I have never told John or my husband what I saw. It my secerct plessure.