Good Intentions Con’t by GSpot69

Good Intentions Con’t by GSpot69

My son caught me masturbating, and I did it for him again. Now I want more.. , When the movie ended, I stood and began walking towards my room, but stopped after just a few paces. I turned to look back at my son, and said, “I think I’ll take a bath.” After a pause, I asked, “Would you like to come to my room for a bit before you go to bed?”

Kyle nodded his head rapidly, as he said, “Heck Yea Mom!!”

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“Okay, give me about half an hour.” With that, I headed for the bathroom.

After soaking for a while, my body tingled all over as I slipped into a pair of silk pajamas. I knew they were not nearly as sexy as what I had worn the last time, but I guess I wanted to tease Kyle just a bit. Like before, I was sitting back on the bed when he knocked on the door.

When Kyle entered the room, my eyes were immediately drawn to the lump that still lived in his sweats. Clearly, he was as excited as I was with the prospects of what was about to happen. I told him to have a seat on my bed, and he dropped down in the same position as he had only days before.

I was so hot; I began to softly caress my body without saying a word. My hands danced over the silky material as I teased myself with gentle strokes. My nipples were distended and clearly visible poking through the thin material of my top, and I needed to touch them. Staring into Kyle’s eyes, I grasped my nubbins within my fingers and began to roll them.

Kyle gazed at me intently, soaking in my every move. He had a look of complete adoration on his face, and deep down I had a great desire to please him. I ran my hands to the buttons of my top, and slowly began to undo them, top to bottom. After I had unclasped the last one, I tucked my fingers under the seam, and ran them upwards. Wanting to tease him a bit more, I slid my hands under the material to fondle my breasts, still covered by the fabric.

After caressing myself for a while, I asked, “You want to see, don’t you?”

My son, the man of few words as always, simply nodded. I pushed the pajama top outward and eased it off my shoulders, exposing the twins before Kyle’s hungry eyes. I then pulled it down my arms and set it on the bed beside me. My hands immediately went back to my breasts as I began to rub my hard nipples once more.

His eyes were like a laser beam, pointed directly at my chest. The way Kyle looked at me made me feel so desired, much like I had felt when I teased Diane at work. My body had been in a heightened sexual state for weeks and I was experiencing feelings I never had before. There was a throbbing in my pussy I could no longer ignore and had to address it immediately.

Kyle had been so passive; I wanted to get him more involved. I always liked having a take charge guy, so I pressed him with, “Do you want me to take my bottoms off?”

“Yes.”

“Well, then…you’re going to have to take them off me.” I remained in place, wondering just what he’d do.

Without pause, he scooted up on the bed until he was sitting aside my hip, then leaned over me and grasped my pajama bottoms. With a series of firm tugs, he pulled them down my legs before removing them completely. Kyle had a huge grin on his face as though he was proud of himself, which sent a tingle down my spine.

Feeling hotter than I ever had before, I lifted one leg and set it upon his thigh, so he was now nestled directly between my knees. Sitting the way I was, I realized I was spread wide open before him, as lewd a display as I could ever have imagined. Rather than be embarrassed, I gave into my darkest desires. Very slowly, I dipped two fingers inside my pussy and began to slowly piston them in and out.

As I toyed with myself, I had a deep desire to see Kyle’s cock once more. I gazed down and found his sweatpants mounded up by his stiff flesh. I stared back into his eyes and said, “Take it out for me.”

A coy grin broke out across his face, and he responded, “You want to see me without my pants?”

I gave him back my own sexiest smile, and just nodded my head.

Echoing my own statement from earlier, he stated, “Well, you’re going to have to take them off me.”

I was surprised my son had been so bold, but candidly was thrilled. He seemed to be maturing before my very eyes, and I loved it. He really was going to make a woman happy someday.

I didn’t want to stop touching myself, but reluctantly climbed off the bed and dropped to my knees beside him. He scooted his butt off the bed, and I pulled his sweats down and off his legs. When I looked back up, the tip of his hard cock was no more than a foot from my face. I froze solid as if mesmerized and couldn’t move a muscle. When my lips were finally able to form words, I breathlessly whispered, “Rub it for me.”

I remained rooted in place as I watched Kyle begin to stroke his cock from just inches from my face. I don’t know if I leaned in closer of if he scooted forward, but out of the blue his penis seemed to be so near my mouth I could almost kiss it. Two fingers went back into my sex as I began touching myself in time with Kyle’s strokes. I suddenly realized that if we kept this up, he would cum all over me. I know that thought should have disgusted me, but to the contrary I was so turned on by the idea that I moaned out loud.

My free hand found Kyle’s thigh and I began to stroke it, trying my best to heighten his arousal. I noticed his fist was moving more rapidly, so I knew he was getting close. My toes began to curl and the muscles throughout my body tensed, and I knew I was about to cum as well. Kyle began making grunting sounds; I couldn’t help myself as I leaned forward and took the head of his long cock within my lips.

I sucked it hard for only a few seconds when I felt the first blast of hot cum fire into my mouth. With the very first taste, the realization hit me like a freight train; I was actually sucking my son’s cock. I desperately wanted more and drove my face downward, trying to engulf his entire shaft within my mouth. A millisecond later, my own orgasm overtook me, yet I still tried desperately to gulp down every subsequent shot of Kyle’s salty seed.

After I came, I felt faint and collapsed against him, my head resting on his thigh with his cock still in my mouth. As I fought to regain my breath, I found that I was almost nursing Kyle’s cock between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, unwilling to let it go.

Even after sharing what we already had, I never expected to suck my son’s cock. Sure, I had fantasized about it, but that was only in the darkest recesses of my mind. I had been so sure it could never really happen. Yet sitting there as I was there on my knees before him, my mouth tasting of fresh cum, I felt like a total slut. Suddenly I was wracked with guilt, and ashamed for what I had done. How could a loving mother ever do such a thing?

Standing quickly, I grabbed my robe, and pulled it tightly around me. I was at a complete loss for words, but somehow mumbled, “You should go to bed now.” Kyle looked at me with wide eyes, and tried to speak, but I cut him off before he got a word out with, “I’m tired sweetie, let’s call it a night.” Feeling ashamed, I turned my back as he began collecting his clothes.

After an agonizing twenty seconds or so, I heard a soft, “Night, Mom.”

“Night honey,” I responded weakly, just before I heard the door thump shut.

After the clang of my bedroom door closing reverberated throughout my room, the silence suddenly seemed almost deafening. I was standing there all alone, hugging my terry robe around me tightly. Running through my head over and over was, “Jill, you just sucked your son’s cock.”

I moved to my bed and slipped in under the sheets, and then buried my head under the pillows. My mind was so conflicted I was feeling completely overwhelmed. A huge part of me was mortified by what I had just done, but the other side of me couldn’t ignore the fact that I was as turned on as at any point of my entire life.

As I lay there reviewing the previous few minutes like a highlight reel, I couldn’t help but taste Kyle’s sperm in my mouth. I always loved sucking cock, and the flavor of his seed on my tongue made me shiver all over as it had been ages since I’d gone down on a man. But this just wasn’t any man; it was my own flesh and blood.

I rolled onto my back and couldn’t help but let my hands wander across my body. My fingers slipped between the lapels of robe, and I eased it open. I ran my hands to my breasts and found that my nipples were still rock hard. Rolling them roughly, I could almost picture the way Kyle had been staring at me as I touched myself earlier. He had such adoration in his eyes it made me feel so wonderful all over. As a forty-three-year-old woman, I was afraid that an eighteen year old may find my body unattractive, but that certainly did not appear to not be the case.

I eased my right hand down my tummy until I pressed it between my outspread legs. As expected, my vagina was still soaking wet, and I couldn’t help but diddle it. I couldn’t get the image of Kyle stroking his cock just inches from my face out of my mind as I began to finger myself. Time seemed to go in slow motion as I pictured myself taking it in my mouth, just before he shot his impressive load. I was panting deeply as I came with a rush, greedily running my tongue over the roof of my mouth, desperately trying to recall Kyle’s salty taste.

As I lay there in bed, I couldn’t help but feel bad at how my encounter with Kyle had ended. I was so troubled by what I had done, I forgot to think about his feelings and let him go without barely a word. Knowing it would be uncomfortable, I made up my mind to talk to him about what happened as soon as possible. I suddenly remembered I was scheduled for a double the next day, so I closed my eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.

In the morning I was up and out of the house before Kyle woke for school. My mind was somewhat preoccupied at work, as at every free moment that day I tried to think of just what I might say to him when we spoke. The way things had progressed between us had seemed so natural, I assumed it might not even be a big deal to him, but I couldn’t be sure. I mean, I doubt he had long fantasized about receiving his first ever blow job from his own mother, and I certainly didn’t want to scar him for life.

In the end, I decided to watch him closely to gauge his reaction towards me to see how to proceed. If when I next saw him, he looked upset or troubled in any way, I’d have a long heart to heart with him to let him know I got carried away. I was sure he’d understand.

After working the double, I made my way home late in the evening feeling anxious but resolved to do what was best for my son. Given what we shared the night before, I expected him to be waiting up for me, but was somewhat disappointed to find the lights off and Kyle in bed. I wasn’t completely sure what to make of that, but hoped it was a good sign. I took a long hot bath to rest my tired legs, and then slipped into bed myself.

For some reason I was up early the next morning and decided to make a hot breakfast for Kyle before he left for school. I mixed up some pancake batter and began to cook it along with some bacon. Kyle entered the kitchen just as I was done, and my heart skipped a beat as I awaited his response to me. It felt like a massive boulder had been lifted from my shoulders when he stepped forward with a smile etched across his face to give me a big hug. He then gave me a soft kiss on the lips and said, “Smells great.”

We sat across from one another at the table and enjoyed breakfast in relative silence, but it was obvious Kyle was not upset with me, and certainly not disgusted as I feared. Occasionally he would look at me with a devilish grin and I almost had the feeling he was flirting with me. Before he left for school, he pulled me into another tight embrace, and whispered in my ear, “I love you, Mom.”

I was about to tell him the same when he startled me by giving me a long, wet kiss, which nearly took my breath away. I stood dazed for a moment as I fought to regain my wits, and by the time I had Kyle was already out the door. The timid boy I had known for ages seemed to be maturing rapidly.

My skin tingled all over as I made my way into the bathroom for my morning shower. As the warm water cascaded over my body, I felt a deep desire in my loins once more. I had cum more times in the last few weeks than I had done in months before, yet I still needed to get off. Kyle’s kiss had been so sweet and tender, I had nearly melted. Before I even knew what I was doing, the shower massager head was between my legs as I rubbed myself to sweet oblivion.

I was feeling saucy that day, so when I dressed, I intentionally slipped into a sexy little outfit. I ***********ed a short denim skirt I had not worn in ages, and a white button-down blouse, which I left open more than usual. I wore a sexy black thong, but once again chose to go braless. I hoped my breasts and legs would look good as I strolled the aisles of the grocery store for all to see. I even contemplated going to the hardware store, although I didn’t really need anything there. The idea of a bunch of burly contractors checking me out felt so naughty it sent a chill down my spine.

I was feeling so heady, I really hadn’t thought about any possible consequences of my actions. After being in the grocery store only a minute or so, I heard a familiar voice from behind me. “Hey Mom,” rang in my ears, and I snapped my head around to find my daughter, Lynne, looking at me with a smile. Instantly I saw her eyes wander my body, and her grin quickly faded away.

It took a moment for me to process what was happening, but somehow, I muttered, “Oh, hello sweetie.”

Lynne came right up next to me and asked, “Mom, are you wearing a bra?”

I knew I was completely busted, and needed an excuse for my sexy attire. The only thing I could think to do was lie, so I responded, “Umm, no. We ran out of milk and coffee for breakfast, so I just threw this old stuff on and ran out of the house. Guess I wasn’t thinking.” She looked skeptical, so before she could speak, I added, “You know me when I don’t have my coffee in the morning.”

Lynne looked at me and nodded solemnly, and then said “Well, you look great.”

“Thanks,” I replied, feeling guilty for my deception but pleased that we had moved past the awkward moment.

“So, how are things going with Kyle? Any better?” she asked with a look of concern on her face. God, if she only knew!

I told her that yes, things were much better. Thankfully, she didn’t ask for specifics, and after a bit more small talk, she said she needed to run. Just before she left, she said, “You should wear that skirt more often, it looks good on you, Mom.”

As I finished shopping alone, I wondered if I had gone too far. I clearly had been putting off a vibe to Kyle and even to Diane from work, but I wondered if Lynne had also picked up on it. Toying with Diane and playing with my son was bad enough; I certainly didn’t need to expand my familiar encounters.

I chose to head straight home from the grocery store rather than parade myself around any further. The idea of hitting the hardware store still held great appeal, but I was too chicken I might once again run into someone I knew. Rather than change when I arrived at the house, I kept the outfit on as it made me feel super sexy. I loved the way the soft fabric of my blouse caressed my nipples as I walked, unencumbered as they were without a bra.

As I puttered around the house, it was hard to keep Kyle out of my head. I decided I’d do something nice for him since he had been so wonderful to me of late. I baked a big batch of his favorite cookies, chocolate chip, which were cooling on a rack when he walked in the door from school.

I was still feeling naughty, so I purposely stood near the kitchen counter when he entered the room, wanting him to take in my sexy attire. As I turned to face him, I saw his eyes wandering up and down my body, which made me tingle all over. Clearly, he noticed.

I told Kyle to take a seat at the table, and I went to the fridge to pour him a glass of milk. Anticipating this moment hours earlier, I intentionally put the milk behind a few other items so I could take my time fishing it out. I hoped my son would get a good look at me bending over and was rewarded for my display with a big grin when I turned around. So much for subtlety from the both of us, I thought.

After delivering a couple cookies and the drink, I dropped down across the table from him as we casually talked about his day. Every now and then, I adjusted the way I was sitting as to draw his attention. I kept looking into his eyes however, not wanting to show that I knew I was displaying more than a hint of cleavage. My nipples were throbbing, so I knew they were hard and probably poking through the thin top as well.

We spent almost an hour catching up, before I told Kyle he should go and get his homework out of the way so we could watch a movie after dinner. I was deeply tempted to offer him a reward for doing his work, but somehow managed to refrain. I was becoming obsessed with him and needed to get a grip on myself.

Dinner that evening was a somewhat intimate affair. I made Kyle’s favorite, and thought about lighting a few candles, but figured that was going too far. As we ate, I sipped a glass of wine, and we continued our subtle flirtatious behavior. I don’t know why, but I honestly was feeling quite giddy being in my son’s presence. We had shared thousands of meals, yet somehow things were now quite different.

After we finished, I told Kyle I was going to take a bath. He perked up immediately, but then looked somewhat dejected when I asked him if he could clean up, and then go to the video store to pick up a movie for us to watch. It was obvious he expected some playtime as he was used to that after my recent baths, but he agreed and began clearing the table as I made my way to the tub.

I basked in the warm bubbles and vanilla scent for some time as I sipped another glass of wine. Feeling so horny I might actually jump my son, I decided to take the edge off and rub myself to an orgasm in the tub. The water swirled around me as my insistent fingers danced all over my sex. I could almost picture Kyle’s long cock pounding me as I drove my digits in and out of my throbbing pussy. My body convulsed as I shook in orgasmic bliss, then relaxed my head back against the cool porcelain.

Even after pleasuring myself, I was still feeling aroused as I chose my outfit for the evening. I decided on the lavender nightgown I had worn for Kyle the first evening I put on a show for him. I had no plans for a repeat performance that night, but for some reason I just felt the need to tease him a bit. It was wonderful for a woman my age to have such a handsome young admirer.

I took plenty of time alone in my room before I headed to the living room. Kyle was sitting in the recliner, patiently awaiting my arrival. As soon as I entered the room, he almost jumped up out of his seat to start the movie. I had to chuckle to myself at his enthusiasm, and wondered what he had picked out. I asked, “So, what’s on the bill tonight?”

I was stunned when he responded, “Nine and ½ Weeks.” It had been ages since I’d seen the movie, but remembered it was highly sexual, with dominant and submissive overtones. Kyle was an adult, yet I was not sure I wanted him to see something of that nature, in spite of what we’d shared between us. Before I could state my reservations, he said, “My friend’s older brother says it’s a classic.” With that, he turned the lights down and started the film.

As troubled as I was at the prospect of watching something like this with my son, I dropped onto the couch and said not a word. For some reason I felt the need to keep some distance between us, so I pressed myself to the arm of the sofa, as far away from Kyle’s recliner as possible.

While we watched the movie in silence, I couldn’t help but become more aroused. I had never been a big Mickey Rourke fan, but I must admit rogues like his character did make my pulse pound. Every now and then I looked over at Kyle to gauge his reaction during the sensual scenes, but it was difficult to read his expression in the low light. However, even in the semi-darkness I could make out the large lump in his grey sweats.