When the pandemic first started, I got excited during breakfast one morning and masturbated. I couldn't believe the excitement I felt when I sat there looking at her while I finished.
I started doing it every morning, just for the excitement of being close to her when I finished. After a week or so, before I finished, I pretended to be really ashamed and confessed to her what I had been doing. Her face got really red, and she asked me if I was doing it now. I told her I was, and before she could say anything, I said, I was telling her now because I had to ask if she would watch me finish. I don't really remember how I asked her. I just remember, I was begging, telling her how bad I thought I needed to do it. I remember saying please mommy, a lot.
The next thing I remember about it was her whispering, well, I suppose, if you think you have to.
Somehow it got to me standing up over the table, thanking her for letting me do it just for her, and watching her face, as she watched me finish all over the table in front of her. I remember it felt like it took forever to finish. When I did, I thanked her for letting me masturbate for her and watching me finish.
When I heard her say, you're welcome, it took everything not to stand there and do it again.
That evening, she was watching TV in her robe, so I went and put mine on. I went back and sat right beside her, opened it, and said something like, please, may I do it again, something like that. I do remember her face getting really red, but not saying anything. I turned a little and did it right over her lap until I finished. I left a big puddle of sperm right in the middle of her lap. I thanked her and went to my room.
After that I didn't ask her anymore. If I wanted to, I just went to her and did it. She would just sit there, real nice like and let me finish on her. Today by our pool I knelt beside her and did it. I finished right over her face. It made me so excited, I apologized to her, but I did it again.