Ginny said, “Go on. Share with me!”
“Last night we were just hanging out. No real plans. I was in my room playing games, thinking about our plans for tonight. I was unsure on where to take you for dinner. I decided to ask Mom for suggestions. I ran downstairs, no sign of her. Back upstairs, knocked on her door, no answer but I proceeded in. The door to her master bath was slightly open. I thought, I will come back. But ….”
“But you were curious!”
“Yes”
Ginny drew out the word, ” Sooooo?”
“I moved to the door open a little to look in. Mom was in the shower lathering her body. She has an amazing body for a 40 year old. Large breasts, nicely rounded firm cheeks. Once she completed lathering, she took the detachable shower head and rinsed off the soap. She placed the shower head on her breasts, spending more time than necessary to rinse. Moving the shower head down, she placed it up against her private parts. With the other hand she was caressing her breasts, tweaking her nipples.
I heard her say, “Yes, yes, lick my pussy, suck on my clit. Make me cum.”
“At that point, I had to do leave and do something with my erection. I returned to my room. I locked the door, jumped on the bed, pulled off my shorts and went at it. It was so exciting imagining it was me, bringing my Mom to an orgasm. Hate to admit, it only took a few strokes, and I came shooting one load after another, streams landing on my shirt, bedspread and coating my penis. It was crazy.”
He caught me masturbating in the shower. I am glad that my fantasy matched his. I am so glad I didn’t say his name out loud.
Ginny then kneeled down between his legs fondling that big dick. It has been so long since I had a one in my mouth. I felt a tingle running through me triggered by looking at my son’s cock. For a moment, I imagined myself in her place. I was getting excited thinking about having my son’s penis in my mouth. I started rubbing my pussy inside panties. I inadvertently banged into the wall. They heard it.
“Ginny, I think my Mom is coming. Shit! The door is open! We got to straighten up and start playing again. Close the door.”
I pulled my hand out of my wet panties and composed myself. I backtracked halfway down the stairs. I moved back up making a racket on the last few steps. I returned to the door and knocked softly.
“Hey guys, it’s late. Chase, maybe you should drive Ginny home. Her Dad might be worried.”
Or he had a hard on waiting for her.
“Thanks Mom. We were so engrossed with the game, time got away from us. Come on Ginny, let’s go.”
***
I topped off my coffee and sat on our comfy bar chairs in the kitchen area. I forced myself to deal with the facts. More facts better decisions. My hands were shaking around the coffee cup. The coffee pot overheating alarm went off catching me by surprise. I reacted in shock by reflexively raising up my hands, hitting the cup and dumping the hot coffee onto my lap and all over my favorite white robe.
It will stain quickly so I took it off and headed to the utility room. Might as well do a load of towels while I think things through. Now I was hoping Chase would be up early. It was my sexy sheer nighty with one piece of see through cloth over my pussy supported by tiny strings. He might like it.
I can no longer deny it, I am sexually attracted to my 18 year old son Chase. That started even before seeing his large penis.
Couple that with the fact that I miss wrapping my lips around the head of a stiff tool, the taste of warm cum sprayed into my mouth, the challenge of deep throating without gagging. I love it all, I miss it all, I need it all. I need Chase.
Why not Chase? I can’t think of anyone who compares with him. No one turns me on like him. He is the only one I fantasize about when masturbating. What should I do? Maybe I should do nothing. After all I am his Mom. An incestuous relationship is so taboo. But … that does add to the excitement.
And Ginny! She is fucking her Dad! Sucks his cock every night. No wonder why she is so good at it. I hope they split up so that I can take totally care of Chase. I will show him that I give great blowjobs.
I need to act soon. He would leave in a month. I decided I am going to seduce my son, but I wanted him to ask for it by making the first move.
***
Within 5 minutes of my decision, he bounded down the stairs. When he was younger, he challenged himself one time to jump from the top of the stairs. Such an athletic daredevil, thank God, he made it on the first try.
This will be interesting, I chose not to cover up my sexy nighty.
“Good morning, Chase. I am in the utility room.”
I could hear him walking towards me. I bent over to the dirty towels basket so the first thing he could see was my bare ass with the nearly invisible cloth string between my cheeks. As I bent over, he was at the doorway.
“Good morning … a … a… Mom! You should cover up! You are naked! You shouldn’t do that in front of me.”
I rose up and turned toward him. He had a full view of my see through nighty, my breasts pushing out the sheer material, my large areolas and nipples completing the show.
“Honey, I am not naked. See.” I presented my body, raising my arms up above and behind my head, my breasts jutting out even more.
“I spilled coffee on my bath robe. I had to wash it, so I am doing a complete load. Do you have anything dirty I need to for you?”
“Mom, I can … I can … see everything.”
“I am sorry. It is OK. After all I am just your mother.”
I moved forward to him, he backed up and grabbed a towel on top the dryer and handed it to me.
“Mom, please put this on. I am really uncomfortable seeing you like this.”
“OK dear, but this can’t be the first time you saw me scantily dressed, is it?”
A test to see if he will talk about the shower.
“I …I … I don’t remember.” He lied, he saw me naked.
“Sure you have. When I wear a bikini, you have seen that haven’t you? Remember a few years ago we were swimming in the ocean a wave hit us and my top dropped down exposing my breasts? You were right next to me staring at them. You didn’t look away.”
He was relieved, I took him off the hook.
“Yes, yes, you are right.”
“What is the big deal” Let me cook breakfast for you.”
I wrapped the towel around me, but I wasn’t finished. I could see his erection slightly bulging out of the workout shorts he wears to bed.
He sat at the breakfast nook table and watched me cook. I tried to be subtle in how many times I bent over or faced him when I opened the towel wide to readjust it. I always smiled at him. Hope he enjoyed the show.
When we finished eating, I started to clean up the dishes. He swiveled to get up but stopped when I cleverly dropped a fork right in front of him.
I said, “I’ll get it. Clumsy me.”
The fork luckily landed at his feet under the chair. As I kneeled down to pick it up, I forced the towel to drop off me. Positioned between his legs, I reached to pick it up, placing my head oh so close to his crotch. I picked up the fork.
I told him to spread his legs. He hesitated, I spread them for him. I placed my hand on the left inside thigh inches from his growing erection.
“Mom! What are you doing?”
I didn’t move. I waited. No movement from him.
“Honey ….”
“Yes Mom?”
“I am going to pull your string. May I?”
He was puzzled. I knew it was little bit of double entendre.
He closed his eyes. I proceeded.
I placed a firmer hold on his inner thigh, my left hand sliding in brushing the head of his cock. I moved my right hand to the very bottom of his shorts. He leaned back in the chair expecting something big, maybe slipping my hand up to cock. His erection pushed up further losing contact with my left hand. I slid my right hand into his shorts. I found it. I pulled on it. It came out.
“See Chase, you had a string hanging from your shorts.” I raised it up so he could see.
He just stared at it. He expected I would pull something else in his shorts.
“OK, thanks Mom. Your towel fell off.”
I stayed put allowing him to get a close up of my breasts. I took my time to get up.
“Can you be a dear and help me up?”
“Sure.” I raised my arms up a little so he could slip his muscular arms under them. We stood up together. We were no more than a foot a part. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled in close and gave him a peck on the cheek.
“Thanks for the help.”
I was staring into those blue eyes once again waiting for him to make a move. Nothing.
“Mom, I need to take a shower.”
I pulled my arms off and backed away. I bent over to pick up the towel jutting my cheeks back at him. I heard him sigh. He brushed past me running up the stairs. Goal not achieved but making progress.
I was washing all the towels, there were none in his bathroom. The only clean one wrapped around me. I hurried to my bedroom, took off my sexy nighty, wrapped myself in the towel and waited for his call. I just hope he is naked when he does. It took a while.
Great! He showered and probably masturbated thinking of me, hope not, that would be a waste of cum.
“Mom, there are no towels in my bathroom,” he shouted out to me.
“Be right there,” I responded.
Great, he left the bathroom door ajar. I didn’t knock. I needed the element of surprise. I walked right in. There he was. What a Greek god body and such a large cock. It was erect. His hair was wet, dripping down across that muscular chest.
“Mom, you should have knocked!” He turned away from me. What a muscular pair of cheeks. Even his muscled back looked great to me. I walked up to him and tugged on his shoulder to face me. His erection brushing up against the towel. I fought off my desire to take hold of it. I needed him to make the first move.
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