Carina stood frozen in the hallway, her heart pounding in her chest as her eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed - her own son, Anton, pleasuring himself in the living room. A million thoughts raced through her mind, but she knew she had to confront him about it.
She took a deep breath and approached the door, peeking through the crack to see Anton still lost in the moment, unaware of his audience. Carina felt a strange sensation between her legs as she watched, her body betraying her with unwanted arousal. She couldn't understand why she was feeling this way, but she couldn't deny it either.
With a deep breath, she pushed the door open and stepped into the room. "Anton," she said calmly, her voice steady despite the turmoil she felt inside.
Anton jumped, quickly covering himself as he turned bright red with embarrassment. "Mom, I-I can explain," he stammered.
Carina raised an eyebrow. "There's really no need to explain, Anton. I know what you were doing. Masturbation is normal for your age."
Anton's eyes widened in surprise. "You...you know about that?"
Carina nodded. "Of course I do. I was your age once, you know." She took a seat on the couch, patting the spot next to her. "Why don't you come sit down and we can talk about it?"
Anton hesitated, but eventually complied, sitting down next to his mother. Carina could feel the tension radiating off of him, but she remained calm and composed.
"I thought it might be a good idea to educate you on the human body," she said, her voice gentle. "Starting with the male anatomy."
As she spoke, she noticed the growing bulge in Anton's pants and couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She continued her explanation, her words flowing smoothly as she described the intricacies of the male body.
Finally, she turned to the female anatomy. "And of course, there's the female body," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "It's a bit more complex, but just as fascinating."
Anton shifted uncomfortably, his eyes fixed on the floor. Carina couldn't resist teasing him a bit. "You know, I could help you relieve some tension," she said, a playful insult escaping her lips.
Anton's head snapped up, his eyes wide with shock. "What? I-I don't think that's a good idea, Mom."
Carina smiled. "Oh, come on. It's just a little harmless fun. I won't tell anyone, I promise."
Anton hesitated, unsure of how to react to his mother's sudden forwardness. But Carina was insistent. "It's okay, Anton. I won't judge you. And who knows, you might even learn something."
Finally, Anton relented, his curiosity getting the better of him. He stood up and walked over to the couch, sitting down on his mother's lap.
Carina's heart raced as she felt his weight on her lap, but she remained calm and composed. She began to rub his thighs, her touch sending shivers down Anton's spine.
Slowly, she reached for the button on his pants, her movements deliberate and confident. Anton's heart raced as she pulled down his pants, revealing his hard length.
Carina couldn't help but let out a low whistle, a playful smirk on her face as she took in the sight before her. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "Looks like someone's been holding out on me."
Anton blushed, but couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him as his mother took him in her hand. He leaned back against her, his breath hitching as she began to stroke him.
For a moment, they sat there in silence, the only sound the soft rustle of Carina's hand against Anton's skin. But as the minutes ticked by, the tension in the room grew, until finally, Anton couldn't take it any longer.
With a gasp, he climaxed, his body shuddering with pleasure as Carina continued to stroke him through the aftershocks.
When it was over, they sat there in silence, their breaths heavy and their hearts racing. Carina smiled, a sense of satisfaction washing over her.
"See? I told you it would be fun," she said, her voice soft.
Anton nodded, still too stunned to speak. But as he looked into his mother's eyes, he knew that this was a moment they would never forget.
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