That morning I drove home slowly, wanting to arrive after Kyle left for school. I went to the bathroom and took a long hot shower, trying to wash away all my troubles. As I soaped my chest, I couldn’t help but remember the feel of Diane’s hands on my breasts. She had been so gentle with me; the moment was almost magical.
After I exited the shower, I toweled off and made my way to bed. My body was still tingling, certainly ready for more attention. I grabbed the small shoebox I kept hidden in the back of the closet and pulled out my vibrator. Other than my own fingers, it was the only thing that had been inside my pussy in ages, and today it was going to get a workout.
I eased myself down onto the bed and basked in the softness of the cotton sheets against my naked skin. My fingers twisted the base of my toy to turn it on its lowest setting, and then I began teasing my nipples with the tip, one at a time. I thought about Diane once more as my nipples grew hard and wondered just what else she would have done to me if given the time. I imagined her rubbing them, and then bending over to kiss and suck them.
My chest rose and fell with each deep breath as I worked my nubbins. The fire in my loins that had started earlier had not been extinguished, so I ran the vibe down my belly until I contacted my pussy. The hard plastic tip slid easily across my wet labia as I caressed the entire area, drawing contented sighs from my lips. After only a minute or two, I couldn’t wait any longer and eased the fake cock into my cunt.
I twisted the base once more and turned the toy up higher, in great need of more stimulation. Feeling it probing my insides, I suddenly forgot about Diane and instead imagined a young stud sliding his prick deep within me. My mind first went to Doctor Whitney, a surgeon who was frequently seen on my floor. He was married, but rumor had it he had been with half the staff. Word at the nurse’s station was that he was quite good too.
For some reason, at that moment I suddenly thought of Kyle. My eyes quickly went to the door, needing to ensure nobody was there watching me as had happened before. I was relieved to find that I had closed it tight, and at that time he should have been safely in his second period class at school.
I tried to refocus on Dr. Whitney once more, but his face kept slowly morphing into that of my own son. I did my best to fight the image, but as I began driving the vibrator in and out with greater urgency, it was Kyle’s face that I saw. I spite of myself, when I came, I whimpered, “Oh Kyle!!” My hips rocked violently as I rode the orgasm out as long as possible, before I rolled into the sheets, desperate for sleep to take me.
My mind was quite troubled the next few days. Kyle was still avoiding me, which was actually okay given the fact that I had been fantasizing about him both in my dreams and when I toyed with myself. I was also ashamed of how I ran out on Diane at work.
As I lay in bed one sleepless evening, I thought about what Kyle had asked for. Would it really be that bad? After all, he had already seen me once; could another time make things any worse? Right there and then I made up my mind. I would do it for him, but with two caveats to which he had to expressly agree.
As I made dinner the next night I was on pins and needles. I downed a glass of wine as I cooked, trying to steady my frazzled nerves. I was really going to do this. As we ate, I once again received the silent treatment, as expected. When he was almost done with his plate, I took a couple deep breathes, and said, “Kyle, I have something I need to discuss with you.”
He said nothing, but simply rolled his eyes. Teenagers!
I took a long sip of my wine and asked, “You know the thing you asked me to do? The thing you wanted to see?”
Immediately I saw him perk up and look at me intently. Clearly his interest was piqued, and he wanted to know more as he rapidly nodded his head.
“Well, I’m willing to do it,” I said as calmly as possible, and after a brief pause added, “Under two conditions.” Kyle’s eyes went wide as manhole covers, as he sat in stunned silence. “You have to agree with everything I ask, or it’s no deal. Do you understand?”
Kyle nodded his head again vigorously, but I told him I needed to hear him agree. “Yea, I understand,” he answered enthusiastically.
“First, this is a onetime only occurrence. It happens once and we never even talk about it again.” I took a bit of time to let it sink in, while Kyle sat listening intently. “Second, under no circumstances do you tell another living soul about this. NO ONE!!!!” I stated, staring directly into his eyes.
“Okay, I agree,” he quickly muttered, nodding his head like a bobble head doll.
“I’m going to my room for a while, and then I’m going to take a long bath. I want you to come to my room at 8:30, okay?”
“Sure Mom, eight thirty,” he replied enthusiastically.
Was I completely insane? I may have enjoyed a couple of glasses of wine earlier, but my mind seemed sharp as a tack. An ongoing dialog ran back and forth in my head nonstop. At times I listened to the voice that said this was crazy and I needed to stop things before they got out of control. But at others a more resolute voice emphasized it was the only way to move forward, so I needed to steel my nerves and just get it over with.
After sitting in the darkness of my room for what seemed like hours, I made my way into the tub and poured a warm bubble bath. I settled in under the thick suds and relaxed as best as I could given the circumstances.
Upon exiting the tub, I dried off with a large bath sheet, and then wrapped myself in my thick terry robe. Since this was going to be a onetime only event, I wanted to make it memorable. I grabbed my electric razor and decided to trim my bush, which was way overdue. I remembered how all the playmates in the magazines were beautifully trimmed and sculpted down below. After I completed the task, I looked at my pussy in the mirror. Not airbrushed like the Playboy girls, but I loved it.
I went back and forth from the dresser to the closet as I contemplated what to wear. Obviously, I needed something that would provide access so I could touch myself, but just how much did I want to show? I didn’t know if I could actually let Kyle see my pussy, maybe just a quick glimpse under a nightgown or skirt.
I settled on a short lavender nightie I had not worn in ages. It was a gift from my ex on our last Valentine’s Day together and had remained in my drawer since long before the divorce. When I looked in the mirror, I liked what I saw. It was a sexy little number, but more classy than slutty, something I felt pretty comfortable wearing in my son’s presence.
Maybe this would be a good time to tell you about myself. I stand about five foot five, with blue eyes and long dishwater blonde hair. I have a medium build, with medium breasts and a pretty firm butt. I’ve been told I’m quite attractive, but I would describe myself more as girl next-door cute as opposed to hot.
I sat down in front on my makeup mirror and added just a hint of color to my face. My cheeks were flush as I was already anxiously anticipating what was to come. After fixing my hair, I looked at the clock and it was almost eight thirty, so I stood and moved to the bed.
Wanting to look sexy, I sat back against my headboard, propped up by a few pillows. I spread my arms out across the pillows; trying my best to look like a vamp from the movies I had seen when I was younger. My pulse quickened as I awaited Kyle’s arrival, just certain he was going to agree to my conditions as he had earlier.
At exactly eight thirty, there was a soft knock on my door. Words almost stuck in my mouth, but somehow, I was able to grumble, “Come in.”
Slowly the door cracked open, and in walked my son. He came forward just a few steps, and then stood tentatively near the foot of the bed, looking more nervous than I was. I let him soak me in for a short time, and then asked, “So, you agree with everything I asked?”
Kyle nodded his head and replied, “Yes.”
Even though I had resolved to go through with it, the magnitude of the situation didn’t hit me until that very moment. My son wanted to watch me masturbate, and I was actually going to do it. Suddenly I felt tightness in my chest and a light sweat began to break out all over my body. I had to take a couple deep breaths before I told him to have a seat on the bed.
Kyle sat staring at me for a while, I’m sure expecting the show to begin, but I hadn’t really thought how to proceed. I mean, what exactly did he expect to see? I looked back at him, but that only made me too nervous, so I closed my eyes and moved my hands to my belly.
I had never done this before, not even for Kyle’s father, so I figured I would start slow and see where things went. Very gently, I began to caress my stomach with both hands, and gradually moved them up and down my torso. After playing the tease for a while, I ran my hands to my breasts and cupped them through the thin material of the nightgown. My fingers lightly kneaded the soft flesh before I touched my hard nipples. There was no escaping the fact that I was already getting very turned on.
My mind raced as I wondered just what Kyle might be thinking. Was he turned on by my display, or was he disgusted that his mother could do something so overtly sexual? My eyes had been closed the entire time, but I had to see the expression on his face. When I opened them, I found Kyle starring at me intently. There was a look of wonder on his face, certainly not disgust. I couldn’t help but glance down to his crotch, and discovered a surprisingly large lump in his jeans. My baby boy was excited, the thought of which sent a shiver down my spine.
There I was, actually touching myself, for my own son’s benefit no less. Suddenly my inhibitions seemed to fly out the window, and I wanted to put on a good show for him.
I began to roll my nipples between my fingers, as I stared directly into Kyle’s eyes. Every now and then I would give them a tug or a squeeze, which made me whimper loud enough for him to hear. When I decided to do this for him, I contemplated letting him see me naked, but thought the chances were next to nil that I’d actually go through with it. Yet at that moment I impulsively was determined to let him see me in all my glory.
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