Very slowly I slid one hand to my shoulder and eased the spaghetti strap down my arm. Gazing at him intently, I then did the same on the other side. The nightie remained in place, clinging to my chest in defiance of gravity. Not a word had been spoken in minutes, when I finally broke the silence with, “Do you want to see them?”
I didn’t think Kyle’s face could be any redder, but I was wrong. As a crimson hue washed over his face, he quietly answered, “Yes.”
Very sensually, I moved my fingers back to my chest, and traced them back and forth over the silky fabric. I then curled them just under the lace seam, and slowly pulled downwards. Inch by inch I dropped the nightie, until my breasts came fully into view.
Kyle looked astounded as he unabashedly soaked in the sight of my unencumbered boobs. I have always been told my breasts were nice, and judging by the look on his face, my son thought so too. My 34 B titties were still pretty firm, and were capped by cute pink nipples, which were hard as little rocks at that moment. I cupped my breasts once more and began toying with them. Starring back into his eyes, I asked, “Do you like them, sweetie?”
He didn’t say a word but just nodded profusely. I saw him adjust the way he was sitting; I’m sure due to the stiff member that was mounding his pants obscenely. A perverse thrill ran throughout my body, knowing I was the reason for his condition.
My body was on fire and I knew that an orgasm could not be far off. I ran one hand from my chest down my belly, until I cupped my mound. I pressed my fingers tightly into my crotch, savoring both the feeling I had and the look on my son’s face as I did so. I couldn’t help but whimper as my fingers ran over the soft material covering my hot, wet cunt.
I slumped down lower into the bed, and slowly dragged my feet up to my bottom. With the sexiest smile I could muster, I eased my knees open, until I was spread wide for his gaze. The nightie and my hand were still covering my groin, but little else was left up to his imagination. Emboldened by my earlier question and felling a bit naughty, I asked, “So, do you want to see me down there?”
I actually heard him suck in air, before he gasped, “Yes.”
“I thought so,” I whispered with a wink, as I moved my hand from my crotch to grasp the hem of the nightie. Very slowly, I drew the gown upwards until my cunt was completely revealed. I looked down at my beautifully trimmed pussy, and found my labia were puffed out in excitement and covered in a sheen of dew. I had never really found that part of my body particularly sexy before, but suddenly I thought it looked really hot. I was like the women in those magazines, but only here in real life.
My lips were soaking wet and very warm as I lightly traced my fingers up and down my slit. I was ready to explode with a climax at any moment, so I decided to slow things down just a touch. Knowing that Kyle had never seen a woman in this way before, my inner nurse decided to give him an anatomy lesson. I figured if anyone ever found out what had happened between us, I could insist it was just a Sex Ed class.
With my feet pulled up the way they were, there was a large gap between Kyle and me, so I asked him to move closer. As he slid, his hands covered his groin; I’m sure trying to hide his arousal. I’m sure it was not very erotic, but part of me wanted to tease him to prolong things. I used my fingers to hold myself open as I pointed out the various parts of the female form. I intentionally left the clitoris for last and explained its wonders while gently caressing it. My entire body was literally shivering with excitement when I said, “If you want to drive a woman wild, lick her right here.”
My brief tutorial finally over, I relaxed back onto the pillows and began rubbing myself in earnest. This was no longer a lesson for my son; this was mommy’s time to get herself off. I couldn’t help it as I moved one foot to Kyle’s thigh and began stroking with my toes it as I fingered myself. Only a moment later, I exploded with a gush over my probing fingers.
My body shook with spasms so hard and for so long I was afraid I may actually pull a muscle in my abdomen. As my mind cleared, I realized that I was still slowly rocking my ass into my fingers. When I looked up, I found Kyle staring back at me with an intensity he had not even shown towards his beloved video games.
Still in a heightened state of arousal, I stared at his groin for a moment, and then looked up into his eyes. I could tell by the uncomfortable look upon his face he knew what I had seen, so I gave him a reassuring grin and said, “That must hurt baby, why don’t you take it out.”
Kyle’s eyes went wide, as if shocked by my statement. I was certain he was still a virgin, so this was quite a watershed moment for him. There was obvious tension written across his face, so I offered him encouragement. In my most soothing tone, I said, “Take it out for me, mommy wants to see it.” He groaned aloud, but did not move a muscle, so I whispered, “It’s okay. It’s just you and me tonight. Don’t be shy.”
Very slowly, Kyle’s hand went to the front of his jeans, and began to rub his impressive bulge. I was certain he was about to cum in his pants but felt relief when he moved his fingers to open his jeans and snaked his hand down inside of them. He fumbled around a moment, and then fished his cock out into the soft light of my room.
To say I was stunned would be an understatement. Although not very thick, my son’s cock had to be at eight inches long. I was wondering how I’d never noticed it before, and how the girls at school were not all over my little boy. I found myself salivating as I looked upon it in all its erect glory for the first time, thinking it the absolute perfect size to suck. Giving head was one of my old specialties, and that long, narrow sword appeared perfect for swallowing.
When I looked back up into Kyle’s face, I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. His whole body posture read, “What now, Mom?” I gave him a soft grin and said, “Go ahead, touch it for me.”
Apparently, the uncertainty vanished quickly, because Kyle’s hand shot to his crotch and he began stroking himself with vigor. He seemed to be struggling to rub his cock still partially trapped within the tight confines of his jeans, so I told him to take them off. He seemed reluctant to release his hard member, but he stood and pushed his pants and shorts down and unceremoniously kicked them away. Without being asked, he also pulled off his tee shirt and cast it away as well. It was hard to believe my eighteen year old son was completely naked before me.
Kyle sat upon the bed once more and began furiously jerking himself off. My body was aflame as I watched his lewd display. I wanted him to enjoy the moment as much as I had, so I instructed, “Slowly, sweetie, go slow.”
Kyle’s hand began to crawl up and down his shaft, but I could see the urgency in his eyes. I started thrusting three fingers in and out of my pussy, in perfect time with my son’s sliding palm. It was obvious he was close to an orgasm, and I wanted to cum with him. I could hear his breathing increase as he sucked in air, and I knew I was about to see juice shoot from his rock-hard cock.
“It’s okay baby, let yourself go,” I moaned, as I fingered myself rapidly. Kyle gave into the moment and began fisting his cock so quickly that his hand was a blur. Seconds later I watched as blast after blast of cum erupted from his prick, splashing in ropes across his chest and abdomen. I had never seen anything so overtly sexual and came once more upon my driving digits.
I have no idea how long it was before my mind came back to the present, but when I did, I found us both gasping for air. Kyle had collapsed back upon my bed in exhaustion, while my head rested upon the pillows, as weak as a ragdoll.
Neither of us said a word for a long while, I’m sure equal parts astounded, excited and embarrassed by what just happened. Kyle appeared too weak to move, so I decided to be the mom and take control. I pulled the two straps back across my shoulders and adjusted the nightgown over my chest. I stood on wobbly legs, and made my way to the bathroom, where I grabbed two washcloths. I soaked one in warm water and then rang it out, before heading back to my room.
Kyle was still lying prone across my bed, and I couldn’t help but think how handsome yet vulnerable he looked at that moment. My motherly instincts kicked in, and I dropped to my knees on the floor beside him. Suddenly he was my little boy once more and I needed to take care of him.
He looked nervous as I dropped the damp cloth on his chest, and gently began wiping up the puddles. I ran the towel across Kyle’s firm chest, and then moved it lower as I tried to wash the cum from his abdomen. My eyes were riveted by the cock no more than a foot from my face, and ever so slowly I ran the washcloth even closer. It almost felt like an out of body experience as I wrapped it around his flaccid penis, capturing it firmly between my fingers.
Even though I had cum twice, holding my son’s cock in my hand sent a tingle throughout my entire body. This was no longer the child I bathed in the kitchen sink years before, but a man. I slowly ran the wet fabric up and down his shaft, and then replaced it with the dry one. I dried his crotch, and then rubbed my way up to his chest to finish him off.
I sat on the bed beside him, and gazed deeply into his eyes. Kyle looked so sheepish, like he had done something wrong, so I reached for him and pulled him into a hug. “You have nothing to be ashamed about, sweetie.” I whispered in his ear as I stroked the soft skin of his back.
We held onto one another for a good five minutes, until I suddenly felt quite self-conscious about being so close. I pulled back a bit to look him in the eyes, and then gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “You should go get some rest now,” I whispered softly, and he simply nodded in assent.
As I watched him collect his pants, it was obvious Kyle was hard again. I felt bad sending him away in such an overheated condition, but figured he’d certainly be able to take care of himself in the privacy of his own room. Touched with great sympathy, inexplicably I said, “Kyle, remember, this stays between US!!.”
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