Just a little bit

John started rubbing his cock through his trackpants. He avoided his mother's gaze but couldn't help but stare at her massive cleavage. He felt his breathing quicken as his mom shifted in her seat, her breasts swaying slightly. And then, her robe fell away to reveal her dark nipple. John moaned quietly to himself as he rubbed the head of his dick.

"If you're doing to cum, don't do it in your pants. I don't want to have to clean it after I find it in your room a month from now."

John froze. "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"John, honey, you're masturbating. I can hear you and... I can smell it. It's fine, honey. But if you're going to cum please do it somewhere other than your pants."

"How... why did y-" John sputtered.

"Honey as I said, it's fine. Your therapist reached out to me and explained the situation. I want you to get better, and if that means you need to wank at the dinner table, then wank."

John couldn't believe it. "Can I wank here now?"

His mother smiled cheekily. "Now where are your manners?"

"Mommy may I please wank at the table?"

"Yes honey. You may."

John stood up so quickly the chair squeaked against the floor. His mother laughed as John fished his penis out of his pants. John was so horny he started stroking it immediately, staring directly at his mother's breasts. She followed his gaze.

"So you like my tits, John?"

"Yes mommy"

"What do you like about them?"

"They're so big, and firm. And they look so good in that robe."

"Oh they do, do they?" She pulled the robe tight against her breasts. John's hand was a blur on his cock as he saw her nipples poke through the fabric.

"Slow down, honey! You'll break it off!" His mother laughed.

"I can't mommy, I wanna cum so bad!"

"Then cum, John! Shoot your load!" His mother commanded, as she pulled her robe apart to reveal her huge, perfect breasts. John let out a moan of