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.
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