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I learned that my son's friends fancied me, and when I got home from work they always enjoyed eyeing me up. I usually wore skirts or dresses to work and always wore hosiery. Most often wore tights. My favorite was sheer energy, sheer to waist in American tan or nude.

The skirts I wore were not very short, usually just to the top of my knees. When I sat, they would slide up a few inches. I had known for quite a while that men enjoyed seeing sheer covered legs, and I did not mind them looking.

I noticed my son's school friends watching me when I got home from work. They often watched me get out of my car, looking at my legs as I reached out with my leg.

When I got home that day, the guys were playing in the driveway, so they had to stop to let me into the garage. I smiled as the boys stood near the car as I drove by them. I slid my skirt to mid-thigh as I waited for them to move. I knew they were looking through the open windows and staring at my legs.

I thought I was looking good that day. I wore a black pencil skirt that hugged my figure without being too tight and reached to just above the knee. I also wore a white silk blouse that showed my figure as well showing the lacy white bra I was wearing. I had unbuttoned several buttons so I gave the appearance of showing cleavage although I did not really show much at all. The black jacket of the suit completed the look.

When I sat for a while, like when I drove home, the skirt rode up almost to mid-thigh. I knew I was showing a lot of leg as I sat there with the door open to put my shoe back on since I had taken it off while I drove. I peeked to see if the boys were paying attention, they were. I guess they usually did.

As I sat there with my left foot and leg out of the car with my skirt well above mid-thigh I leaned back into the car as if I was looking for something. This caused me to lift my leg and I pointed my toe straight out. I am pretty certain that the boys could see nothing by my long sheer leg.

As I looked back at the boys through the tinted windows of my car, I was pleased to see them paying very close attention, including my son, Mark.

I swung my other leg through the door and, as I slid out of the car, my skirt slid up, or should I say, my legs slid out of my skirt. As my feet touched the floor of the garage, I stood up. My skirt was well above mid-thigh at this point, but I acted as if I hadn't noticed yet. I turned to face the car with the door still open, leaned over, and reached in to get my purse. I kept my legs spread a bit, so the skirt did not slide down. As I bent over, my bottom was on display for the guys as the fabric of my skirt was pulled tight. I was certain I heard one of the guys issue a low moan and another quietly said "wow." I was glad they appreciated the little show I was giving. I know I enjoyed myself

As much as I enjoyed the attention, I decided I had to go inside the house. I turned to face the boys and, with my hands on my hips, smoothed my skirt. As I did so, it slid down my hips until the hem reached just above my knees. I saw the disappointment in their faces as I apologized for interrupting their game. I felt their eyes staring at me as I walked away.

Walking into the house I dropped my purse on the kitchen table and picked up the small pile of mail. As I stood there, I removed my jacket and absent-mindedly began to pull my blouse from my skirt and began to unbutton it from the bottom. As I stood there with my blouse almost unbuttoned the back door opened and my son Mark came in and headed for the sink. He picked up a glass and filled it with water.

"Hi darling," I said, "how was your day? Who's winning the game?"

"It was good today," he said. "We weren't really keeping score...."

"That's good then," I said, smiling, " I was afraid I'd interrupt the game at an important part."

"Don't worry, mum," he said, blushing, "the lads don't ever mind when you interrupt us when you come home."

"They don't?," I asked, "why is that?" I thought I knew the answer, though.

"Well," he said, blushing again, "they all think you are hot."

"That's nice," I said with a smile, "but what difference does it make?"

"Well," he said, "they love watching you get out of the car when you get home."

"They do?," I asked, hoping I sounded surprised. "Why is that?"

He blushed, then blurted out, "They like to look at your legs . . . when you get out of your car they can see your legs."

"They do," I asked, again hoping I sounded surprised, "why is that?"

"Mum," he said, really blushing now, "they all think your legs are hot....especially when you are wearing nylons."

"And what about you?," I asked, "Do you think my legs are hot?"

"Mum." he said, "Why do you ask that?"

"I'm just curious," I said, "I like to know what my little boy is thinking." I smiled at him. He was blushing bright red.

"Come here, Darling," I said holding my arms apart to give him a hug. As I did so, my blouse opened a bit, held together by one button. We hugged.

"I was just picking on you," I said," I didn't mean to embarrass you. You know how I like to tease you." I smiled at my mixed message.

"It's okay mum," he said, returning my hug. As he hugged me, I felt his hand lightly rubbing my back. It felt good, and brought back a memory

"Well," I said, "you don't have to answer. I know you did when you were little. Or at least my tights." I laughed.

"What do you mean?," he asked.

"When I got home from work you'd always stand next to me and your little hand always found its way to my leg. I think you thought it was like the ribbon on your 'blankey.'" I smiled at the memory.

"Wow," Mark said, "I don't remember that. I wish I did." He smiled, and blushed again.

I hugged him again, pulling him closer. As I did so, I felt his hardness against me. It felt very nice, but I thought it might not be a good idea to let things continue that way. It felt good, though.

I decided I'd better get that thought out of my mind. I moved away and went to the fridge and took out a cold drink. I walked to the table and pulled out a stool to sit on. Putting my right heel on the bottom rung, I lifted myself onto the stool. I sat there with my right foot on the bottom rung and my left leg stretched out with my foot lightly touching the floor. Sitting that way, I realized my skirt slid up my legs a bit, almost to mid-thigh on my right leg.. As I sat, I moved my head around trying to loosen my shoulder muscles.

Seeing me rolling my head around, My son came up behind me and began to rub my shoulders and neck. It felt great.

"I do, Mum," Mark said.

"You do?," I asked, "you do what?" I was not sure what he was talking about.

"I think your legs are great, Mum," he said. "I think they are incredibly sexy, especially when you are wearing nylons." His voice sounded hoarse. His hands were rubbing my shoulder a bit harder.

"Mmmmm, Mark," I said, "that feels so good. I should hire you to do that every day." I smiled and almost purred.

"I'd work pretty cheap," he said. "In fact, I may do it just as a favour." He chuckled.

"Oh," I said, "what sort of favour." This sounded interesting. I wondered where he was going.

"Well," he said, "when you said how I used to touch your legs when I was little. I'm surprised I don't remember. It's hard to believe I'd forget something like that."

I laughed. "Legs are just legs, darling," I said, "everyone has two, or almost everyone, I guess."

"Yours are different, Mum," he said. "Go ask the lads, they will all tell you how hot yours are. I can't tell you the things they say about you when you are around and wearing a skirt. They go crazy watching you get out of the car."

"I noticed," I said, laughing.

"Does that make you mad?," he asked.

"No, darling," I said, " I think it's a compliment.
As long as they don't go too far and become embarrassing.


"And you?," I asked, "do you watch me get out of the car too?"

"I do," he said, "whenever I can. I don't want to get caught staring."

I laughed. "Don't worry, Mark," I said, " I don't mind, especially if it's you looking."

"Thanks, Mum," he said, "So, what about this daily shoulder massage, can we work out a deal?"

"I get a nice neck massage every day, is that right?," I asked. "What do you get?"

"Well", like I said, "touching your legs when you got home from work everyday."

He hesitated, then said, "I'd like to be able to do that now."

"That sounds like a deal," I said, laughing. "You can touch my legs and I get a neck massage when I need one?"

"Well mum," he said, " I was thinking more than just one time touching."
I turned my head to look at him and he was blushing bright red.

"Okay, for now we'll try just one time," I said.
I took his had and placed it on my left leg, just above the knee. His hand did not move.

While I was sitting there, I had lifted my left leg onto the bottom rung of the stool. My skirt had ridden up a bit to about mid-thigh. RMark's hand did not move for a while, then it slowly began to slide along the top of my thigh until he reached the hem of my skirt. His hand rested there and then slowly moved back toward my knee, where he stopped again.

Mark then began gently touching my leg with his fingertips just above my knee. His fingertips slowly moved from the top of my thigh to the inside of my thigh just above the knee. He then began a slow advance along the inside of my thigh. I had been watching his hand while he touched me and looked up to his face. His eyes were closed and he had a quizzical look on his face. I could see that he was chewing on his lower lip.

Mark's fingertips began tracing circles on the inside of my thigh. With each circle, his fingertips moved a little farther up my thigh. His progress was almost imperceptible. I wondered if he was trying to be sneaky. I smiled to myself, but I enjoyed his touches all the same.

As I sat there, my legs were not close together. As Mark's fingertips moves so slowly higher and higher on my thigh, I felt my legs parting slightly. It was almost an u*********s act on my part. I enjoyed his feather-light touch.

As Mark's fingertips moved slowly but steadily up my thigh, I began getting excited. I knew I should not, but his light touch was addicting. My own eyes were closed as I enjoyed his touch. I moaned quietly as I felt his fingers advance.

Time passed slowly as I felt his fingertips moving higher and higher along my thigh. His fingers moved slowly as well. After many minutes, I felt his hand touch against the hem of my skirt. I knew I had to do something.

"Whoa, sunshine!," I said, feeling like I had been in a trance. Mark's fingertips had just barely gone under my skirt. I reached down and put my hand on his, stopping his advance.

"Sorry, Mum," he said, opening his eyes. "I didn't mean to get carried away."

Don't worry, Mark," I said. "You don't hear me complaining, do you darling?" My hand was still covering his, but I was not moving his hand back toward my knee. "That shoulder massage was not that great," I said, laughing. He did not move his hand, though.

He did not laugh, either. I looked at him, he had a strange look on his face, as if he wanted to say something but he was afraid.

"What's the matter, darling," I asked. "Are you okay?"

"I have something to tell you, Mum," he said, looking as if he was going to cry.

"Baby," "what's the matter?" I asked him. My hand was still covering his, although he had not tried to move it.

"I have been was watching you in the bathroom, Mum," he said.

"What?," was all I could say.

"Oh my God, Mark, I am so embarrassed," I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"I'm really am embarrassed Mum, and ashamed for doing it." Mark said.

"Please don't be," I said.

"But Mum," He said, "What are you going to do?"

"Why do I have to do anything?," I asked, "nothing's going to happen. No one knows."

"But I know, Mark," "and you know." He said

I released Mark's hand that I had been holding against my leg. His hand began moving again, his fingertips lightly touching my thigh. His fingertips reached the hem of my skirt again, but this time I did not stop him. I was enjoying the sensation of his touch and I was curious to see how far he would go.

"Wow," he said, sliding his fingers slightly under my skirt. "I wish I had remembered doing this when I was just a k**. This feels amazing Mum."

"I'm glad you are enjoying yourself," I said. Looking down, I noticed his erection in his shorts. He did not seem to notice me seeing him in that condition. His shorts were rather thin, so his condition was noticeable.

It seemed he was lost in thought, and I had little doubt of what he was thinking. His eyes were closed and his hand was gently caressing my leg. As his hand slid a little farther under my skirt, more of my thigh became visible. As he continued caressing, he leaned into me and leaned his body against my thigh. I could feel his erection through his shorts. Slowly he began rubbing himself against my thigh. The combination of my sheer coverd legs and the polyester material of his football shorts let him rub himself with little effort. "Mark darling," I said, " now what are you doing?"

My voice must have wakened him from his trance. All of a sudden he stopped and blushed. Then he just said "Mum" and he tightened his grip on my thigh and pressed himself against me. Apparently, the combination of his thoughts and the physical sensations of caressing my thigh and rubbing against me was too much for his youthful body to take. I felt him spasm against me.

"Oh Mum," he said, "Oh mum!" He leaned into me and put his head on my shoulder. He was gasping as he pushed himself harder against my thigh.

I looked down and saw a growing wet spot on the front of his shorts. As I watched, the wet spot began to leak though his shorts. I could see the thick hot liquid seep thought his shorts and begin to drip down towards my thigh. I know I should have wiped him with a napkin, but I just watched as it made a trail down the front of his shorts.

Mark's head was still buried in my shoulder. He was gasping, but I could not tell if it was from the strength of his orgasm or if he was crying. As I watched, his juices reached the bottom of his shorts and dripped onto my thigh. I slid my skirt up a little so it would not get on my skirt. Before I knew it, there was a nice teaspoon sized puddle on my thigh.
Mark had stopped spasming.

"Oh, Mum," he said, "I am so sorry."

"Don't worry, Darling," I said, "it's okay. I think you were just overcome with the feelings we had." I neglected to tell him that I had been a bit overcome myself. "Why don't you go and clean up," I said, "we can talk more later after things have calmed down." I smiled at him.

"Okay, Mum," he said. "That was amazing, though." His eyes appeared to be red, so I guess he had been crying.

He took a towel to cover himself and left the kitchen. Luckily, he did not notice what he had left on my thigh. I scooped it up with my finger and put it on my tongue.

After Mark left the room I sat and thought about what had happened. I did not know how to deal with this new situation.

I realized my shock at hearing this news was tempered by the excitement I had felt when Mark was caressing my legs and especially when he had his orgasm. I knew my knickers were damp from my own excitement. As I sat there thinking, my fingers absent mindedly rubbed the still wet spot on my tights where my son's cum had fallen. I spread it around and moved my fingertips to my mouth to taste him again as much as I could.

I went upstairs to my bedroom. As I walked up the stairs, I realized how I must look. My skirt was wrinkled and much of it still was bunched near my waist where Mark's hands had pushed it as he caressed my thighs. At some point, the last button on my blouse had opened so my lacy white bra was on view and my exposed cleavage was very apparent. Straightening myself up as much as I could, I walked towards my bedroom. As I passed Mark's bedroom, I could hear him mumbling in a low voice. I could not understand what he was saying, but he did not sound happy.

"Mark darling," I said, knocking lightly on his door. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, Mum," he said. He did not sound convincing.

"Are you sure darling?," I asked, expecting him to say something. But all of a sudden the door opened and Mark was standing right in front of me. He had changed from the shorts he had been wearing into a similar pair of polyester athletic shorts he seemed to wear all of the time. He was not wearing a shirt.

I realized that my blouse was still wide open and then realized that Mark was taking in the view. His eyes had started looking to my face, but he was having a difficult time keeping his eyes from drifting downward. I pulled my blouse closed.

"What's the matter, Mark," I asked. "You left so quickly."

"I'm sorry, Mum," he said. "You know what happened, it was pretty embarrassing."

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Darling," I said. "I thought it was wonderful." I smiled, although I could not believe I admitted that to my own son.

"Really?," he asked. His voice sounded strained. "I thought you'd be mad at me for what I did."

"Well, to be honest, I had a lot to think about," I said,
"especially after you told me that you had been spying on me. I was pretty embarrassed myself at hearing that, and I was pretty scared, to be honest."

"Oh, Mum," he said, "I just felt bad watching you and not telling you."

"Oh," I said, "you didn't feel guilty then?" I was trying to keep from smiling. I just had to give him some trouble.

"Well," he said, "I did feel guilty when I was watching you, but I had been watching you for a while and I enjoyed seeing this hot woman."

"I Then I smiled. "I seem to recall seeing some interesting things on your part, now that I think about it. If I remember correctly, I've seen you wearing my knickers and tights and masturbating."

"Oh my God!," he said. He then started crying.

"Baby," I said, pulling him close, "don't cry. It's okay."

"Are you sure," he asked. "You don't think I'm weird or something? I mean you seeing me wearing your things and wanking off. How can you say it's not weird?"

"Well, Mark," I said, " I knew you were using my knickers to wank off in as I had found stains in them. and I hoped I'd get to watch you too. If anyone is weird, I'd say it was me."

"Mum," he said, "you are not weird. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I think you are the sexiest, too."

"Well," I said, "based on your reaction earlier this afternoon, I guess you think I am at least a little bit attractive." I started laughing. "What a pair we are."

"I think we are lucky," Helen said, "to be able to get this out in the open. I know I feel much better now darling."

I hugged him closer. As I hugged him, my blouse fell open again as I reached around him and, as a result, my breasts, covered only by my sheer lacy bra, pressed against his bare chest. I felt him press himself against and I could feel his hardness through the flimsy material of his athletic shorts.

I don't think he was wearing anything under his thin shorts. Although it might have been my imagination, I could feel him even through the material of my skirt. He seemed to be growing and he also began rubbing against me again. I was worried that we would have a repeat of the explosion in the kitchen.

"Mark," I said, "be careful. We don't want another accident."

Actually, I was excited by the thought of another explosion, but I wanted to think things through and be careful.

"Have you been thinking about what I said mum?," Markasked. "Can we have some sort of a deal?"

"So," I said,

"all you want to do is feel my legs? I'm supposed to believe that?"

I was afraid I sounded more stern than I felt, so I smiled and winked at him.

"Well," he said, winking back at me."

"Oh my gosh," I said, "have I created a monster?"

"Well," he said, " you didn't seem to mind what happened in the kitchen and I know I enjoyed it." He blushed bright red.

"Mark," I said, "that was something that happened accidently. We didn't plan that."

"But it was fun, wasn't it mum?" he asked.

I could not lie to my son. Yes, Mark," I said, "it was fun.

But we should wait a while before we talk about this anymore. We should let things cool down. Besides, I have to get changed" I started to walk towards my bedroom.

Mark stopped me. "Can I watch mum?," he asked.

"Watch me undress?," I asked.

"Yes, can I?,"he said.

"I don't know, Mark," I replied.

"But I've already seen you undressed," he said. "This isn't any different."

"Well," I said, "it's a little different because you will be in the room with me. But I guess it's okay. Just this once."

We walked together to my bedroom and Mark sat on the bed.

"What should I do?," I asked, "anything special?"

"Well, I'd like to see you take off your blouse and skirt first," he said. "Can I help?"

"My blouse is already unbuttoned as you appeared to notice quite a while ago," I said, But I guess you can undo my skirt."

I removed my blouse and walked towards my bed where Mark sat. I saw his eyes follow me as I walked. He looked almost hypnotized. When I reached the bed, I slowly turned my back to him.

"The zipper is back there, and there's a snap at the top," I said.

"I see that mum," he replied.

His hands moved slowly around my waist until they met in the center of my back. I wasn't sure if he was moving slowly because of nerves or because he wanted to make the adventure last. I felt his fingertips slip inside my skirt. I also felt shivers go up my spine.

"Having a problem?," I asked.

"No mum, not at all, " he replied, "just taking my time. I want to remember this."

I felt him unsnap the snap and then the zipper moved downward very slowly. I think I heard a soft moan escape his lips. I wasn't wearing a slip under my skirt, so as Mark pulled the zipper downward the waistband of my sheer nylon tights came into view. I was wearing my favorite La Perla knickers, which have a low rise, so Mark had ample opportunity to examine my sheer to waist tights before my knickers came into view. I felt the zipper reach the bottom then I felt Mark's hands moving upward again. His hands grasped my skirt and began to slide it down over my hips.

"Oh, Mum," Mark said, "your bottom is so sexy. I don't think I could ever get tired of seeing you when your wearing your sexy knickers and tights. That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

As Mark was saying this, my skirt passed over my hips and fell to the floor. I felt Mark's hands sliding up my hips and heard him moan again. I have to admit the feeling of his hands on my hips and upper legs felt wonderful his touch was so soft.

Suddenly, I felt only one hand. Then I heard more moaning from Mark. I turned to look at him and saw that he had pulled his cock out of his shorts and was stroking himself with one had as he caressed me with the other.

I had seen my son's cock a few times when I had seen him wanking off in his bedroom. This was the first time I had seen it up close in person. I have to admit I liked what I saw. Mark was not exceptionally big, but he was very well shaped.
Obviously, I knew he was un cut, a look to which I am very partial. Much like his chest, he did not seem to have much pubic hair, although it may have been very fine and light. This also was a look I found very attractive. I was surprised at my ability to look at my son objectively, but I was also glad.

Mark seemed oblivious to the fact I was looking at him. He continued to caress my tights covered upper thigh and hip in rhythm with his stroking. Occasionally, his hand slipped between my legs and he caressed my inner thighs. He often was close to my dampness but never quite touched me. The anticipation was making me so very excited.

I was more excited than I should have been. Mark's facial expressions and the change in his breathing made me think he was about to cum again. I knew I would be upset with myself afterwards, but I had a thought that I had to do something, and do it quickly.

Before Mark could stop me, I stepped away from him and stepped out of my skirt which had fallen to the floor. I turned to face my son and moved back towards him, but closer than I had been before. I stood with one leg on each side of his legs, essentially straddling him.

I was no longer playing with fire. I was stepping into the flames. I knew I should stop this, but I could not.

I stood in front of my son wearing only my bra, sheer lace knickers, and sheer tights. I knew my knickers were wet and probably getting wetter.

When I moved back in front of Mark his hand returned to my leg while he continued to stroke himself. At first, he continued to caress my hip and thigh on the outside of my leg. As I stood straddling his legs, my thighs were far enough apart that Mark had no trouble sliding his hand between my legs. He began caressing the inside of my thigh and, with my skirt no longer obstructing him, he had free access to my thighs as high as he wished to go.

At first, Mark did not move his hand higher than he had when I had been wearing my skirt. He gradually became more aggressive with his touching and his fingers went higher and higher along my thigh. He was tentative, as if waiting for me to stop him. I knew I would not and he seemed to realize that as well. As his moved higher still, his stroking also became faster. I could feel his fingertips getting closer to my hairy pussy covered by my knickers and realized I was getting wetter and wetter the closer he came to me.

His fingertips were within inches of my knickers crouch and I was trembling with anticipation. Then, he touched me. My knickers were so wet that his touch almost felt as if I had no knickers on at all.

I moaned. "Oh Mark," I said. He must have thought I was objecting, because he took his hand away.

"No-ooo Darling," "please don't stop."I said, almost begging.

He moved his fingers back up my thigh until he touched me again. What had been a light touch before now was much more forceful. His finger began sliding back and forth which had the effect of making me wetter and also began to push my tights and knickers between my lips. I knew this had gone much farther than I should have allowed, but I was very close to losing control. I could not stop him now even if I wanted to, which I didn't.

"Oh God, Mark," I said in a quiet voice, "I can't believe how that feels. You are amazing darling."

I felt an orgasm approaching. My legs were weakening and I put my hands on Mark's shoulders to help me stand. I could not believe how excited I was.

Mark moved his hand to my thigh and began to caress my leg again as he stroked himself. I reached down took hold of his wrist and pulled his hand back up. I pulled his hand up between my legs with more force than he had used when he was rubbing me. The feeling was so intense I began rocking my hips back and forth to increase the sensation. I took hold of his wrist with both hands and pulled him tighter. I began to moan.

Mark began stroking himself faster. "Oh Mum," he said, "I'm going to cum!"

That was all I needed. Mark began to cum and splashed all over my thighs and my knickers. I pushed his hand hard against me as the orgasm hit me. I yelled his name and collapsed on top of him. Even after cumming twice in less than an hour he was still hard as I lay on him.

There I was. My tights and knickers were soaked with my pussy juices and I was covered in my young son's cum. I was lying on top of him with his hard cock pressed against my thighs. I should have been sick with guilt, but I was surprisingly happy. I wondered where this would lead.


I loved the way Mark's hard young cock felt rubbing against me as I lay on top of him. I knew it was wrong, but the feeling of his hardness and the wetness from both of us having cum was intoxicating.

"Oh my God, Mark," I said,
"I don't know if I have ever been this excited. I can't believe how you made me feel darling."

Mark didn't say anything. His hands began moving along my back as I lay on top of him and before I knew I he was rubbing my covered arse. I could feel him growing hard again underneath me.

"Mark," I said, "you are going to wear me out darling. I didn't expect this to happen."

"I know, Mum," he said, "but this is like a dream come true. I have been so turned on by you for so long and Ihave had so many fantasies about you!."

"I got so carried away today, darling," I said, "I am not sure how much more of this we can do. I enjoyed it, but it isn't right."

I could feel him getting even harder again. I knew things could get out of hand in a hurry.

"Mark," I said, "we had better get it together. I have to finish getting changed, and I am a mess." I couldn't help smiling as I thought of exactly how I had become so messy as I stood up.

Mark sighed loudly and stood up himself. His cock was peeking out of his shorts and he caught me looking at it. I wasn't sure if his facial expression was one of embarrassment of having me see him that way or one of elation at having caught me looking.

"You'd better put him away before he gets caught on something," I said,
trying to lighten the mood.

"Okay, Mum," he said. As he tucked himself back in he said: "You know, we still haven't figured out what our deal will be."

I didn't respond as he left my bedroom. After he left, I took off my tights and knickers and took a quick shower.

I was downstairs in the kitchen. I had changed into a t-shirt and my own gym shorts. I decided not to wear a bra or knickers, although I knew I should be more careful. I was still feeling the excitement, though.

When Mark finally came downstairs, he couldn't stay away. He sat at the kitchen table and watched me closely.

"Mark," I said, "don't you have anything else to do?"

"Mum," he said, blushing again, "there's nothing I would rather do. You can't believe how much I enjoy just watching you."

"Apparently, you enjoy more than just watching." I said.

As soon as I said it I regretted saying it. The look on Mark's face told me he thought I was mad at him. "I'm just k**ding, you know," I said.
As I said it I walked over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder.

As I stood there, Mark reached out and hugged me around the waist. As he reached around me, I believe he noticed that I was not wearing any knickers, because he began to slowly move his had up and down on my arse cheeks. Then, he lowered his hand to my thigh and began to slide up my thigh under my shorts.

"Mark," I said, trying to sound firm, "stop that." I realized I hadn't told him to stop because it was wrong.

"Ahh okay, Mum," he said.

I was squeezing his shoulder as he slid his hand along my thigh. The higher he got, the harder I squeezed. I knew I should stop him, but his touch was electric. I felt myself getting wet again.

"Please be careful, darling," was all I could say. I wasn't sure what I meant by that.

"I will, Mum," he said. "I just love touching you."

As he spoke, his hand slid higher. I felt myself tensing as I wondered exactly how far he would go. His fingers drew closer and closer to my hairy pussy and my pussy lips, and I felt myself getting wet again. Before I knew it, his fingers were touching my bare skin where only a little while ago he had been touching me through my knickers. I'm not sure if Mark knew what to do, or if he was just hesitant. He was rubbing me but did not slide his fingers inside. That was probably just as well, though. If he had entered me I might have screamed.

I didn't know what I was doing! "Mark," I said as forcefully as I could but still whispering, "Stop! Please stop darling! You can't do that!"

It took a tremendous effort to get the words out. I was enjoying the sensations, but I knew it was wrong.

Mark looked scared. Maybe I had been too forceful, even though I was trying to keep my voice low and not angree.

"Mum," he said, "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. I've been wanting to touch you for so long and after what happened before, I thought you like it." He looked like he was going to cry.

"It's okay, darling," I said, "don't get upset. But we shouldn't be doing these things. It's not right."

"I'm sorry mum," Mark said. "I couldn't help myself, you look so sexy like that and when you didn't stop me I thought it was okay to keep going."

"I did like it," I said. "You make me feel so wonderful and excited. But that doesn't make it right." I felt guilty knowing how much I had enjoyed his touch and what did I expect, dressed the way I was?

"We have to let things cool down," I told him. You try to control yourself and I'll try to control myself."

"I'll try, Mum,"he said, "but I can't promise anything. I can't get over how great it feels when I'm touching you." He walked out of the kitchen.


The next few days were more than a little tense. I was wrestling with my feelings and Mark obviously was upset. I did my best not to act upset with him. I decided that he and I had to talk about what had happened. I would talk with him when he returned from school that afternoon.

I left work early so I would be home when Mark got there. I did not want to start things up again, so I changed into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. I was waiting when he came in.

"Hi darling," I said, hoping my voice sounded like a smile. "How was school?"

"Hi Mum," he said, "how come you're home so early?"

"I thought we should talk," I said.

Mark looked like he was going to cry. He seemed to look that way a lot lately.

"You aren't going to yell at me, are you?," he said.

"Mark darling, I would never yell at you," I said, "there's nothing to yell about. I am not mad at you, not at all."

"I was afraid you would be mad at me," he said.

"Mark!," I almost shouted, " I'm not mad at you at all darling.!
I think we may have got a little carried away. Well, maybe more than a little, but you are not a bad boy at all!. You are curious about women and I am the closest one to you."

"Mum," he said, " I'am curious about women, but. I am so attracted to you that I can't stop thinking about you. I always thought about you before, but now it's pretty much a constant thing."

"Constant since when," I asked, "since we fooled around?

"No, Mum," he replied. "I've been having thoughts about you for a long time now. There must be something in my memory about touching your leg's.

He looked up at me and smiled. I couldn't help myself and smiled back.

"Well," I said, " I think it all came back to you pretty quickly." I laughed.

"I'm glad it did," he said. "It was much more fun playing with you, than playing alone."

"It was," I said, and laughed again. "You give good back rubs too."

"That reminds me," he said, "are we still thinking of a trade for a daily back rub?"

"I think you want to rub more than just my back," I said, giving him a wink.

"Well," he said, "I think I'd like to rub anything you'd let me rub."

"So," I said, "what sort of a deal are we talking about?"

"We can still have a deal then mum?," he asked.

"Yes darling," I said, "within reason."

"Can I watch you undress?," he asked.

"I guess you can," I said, "how often?"

"Whenever you'll let me," he said. "I know I'll want to watch every day."

"Okay,' I said, "but we'll have to have rules. Most important, if I tell you to stop, you have to stop. If I tell you to leave, you have to leave. Agreed?"

"I agree," he said. "Can I also watch you get dressed in the morning?."

"Okay," I said, " as long as the same rules apply."

"That's fine with me," he said. "Also, can I pick out what you'll wear each day? I'd love to do that. It would be so hot knowing that you were wearing what I picked out."

I laughed. "I guess that's okay," I said, "but maybe this part will be a trial period."

"Ok that's only fair," he said. "I don't think I'll take advantage of the chance you're giving me."

"Well," I said, "I guess we can give it a try and see how it goes."

"When do we start?'" he asked.

"I didn't think of that," I said, "tomorrow, I guess. Is that okay with you?"

"I was wondering," he said, "if I could pick out your clothes for tomorrow this afternoon. I thought it would give me a better chance to decide without hurrying." He smiled.

As usual, I melted in the glow of Mark's smile. I also was interested in seeing what he would choose for me to wear. He walked with me to my bedroom.

Mark seemed to know his way around my bedroom. He first walked up to my dresser and opened my lingerie drawer.

"How about this?," he asked, holding up a tiny pair of red thong knickers. "I really like these," he said, grinning.

"I guess you've looked in there before," I said, smiling at him, "you seemed to know exactly what you were looking for."

"Well, I have looked at your things when I was home alone, I admit that," he said.

"I seem to remember that you have done more than just look," I said, laughing. Mark blushed.

"I know," he said, "I hope it didn't make you mad at me."

"I wasn't mad, maybe a little surprised when I first saw you," I said, "but it's okay. As long as you don't damage my things."

"I won't," he said. He continued to look through my lingerie drawer and selected a nude beige bra. It was one of my sheerest bras, providing very little support and almost see-through. I usually wore it when I wanted to look as if I was not wearing a bra – if I got the least bit excited, my nipples were very obvious. I usually wore a camisole over it unless I was feeling very adventurous.

"Are these okay even though they aren't the same color," he asked. "I guess I have dreamed about seeing you in your bra and a thong but I never paid much attention to the colors." Mark smiled and blushed.

"They are fine," I said. "Sometimes I wear matched sets of lingerie but other times I don't. It depends on how I feel. Now you aren't going to have me go to work just in that, are you?"

Mark laughed. "I don't think so," he said, "but I bet the guys in your office would like it."

"I bet they would," I said, smiling at the thought.

Mark opened another drawer, the one containing my hosiery. I expected him to select a pair of tights, but he chose a pair of american tan stockings. I had not worn those in a while.

Mark moved to my closet and began to look through my things. He selected a navy suit that I wore every now and then. The jacket was fitted and the skirt cam to just above my knees. The skirt had a slit that went up about six inches, and usually opened up to mid thigh. H selected a white silk blouse. He picked a pair of navy shoes with only about a one inch heel. All in all, the outfit was quite nice.

"I am surprised," I said, "you seem to have pretty good taste in my clothing."

"I guess I've been paying attention to the way you dress," he said. I know what you wear when you really look great."

"Thank you darling," I said, "that's sweet. Well, let's set this aside until the morning."

The next morning, I woke me up as usual. Most days, I would try to get a little more sleep before I got up. This day, I have to admit, I was a little anxious, and excited, to tell the truth.

Apparently, I was not the only one. When I went downstairs to have breakfast, Mark was already there in the kitchen. He was wearing a pair of pajama shorts and a t-shirt.

"Wow," I said, "this is something. I can't remember the last time you were up this early without me having to drag you out of bed. Maybe Christmas when you were really little." I smiled at the thought.

"It sort of feel like Christmas," he said. "I was awake all night looking forward to this morning." He blushed again.

"Well," I said, " after breakfast I have to take a shower before I start getting ready."

We both finished breakfast and I cleaned up the dishes while Mark went to his bedroom. The good thing about getting up when I did was that I had time for a leisurely shower. I scrubbed and soaped and shaved my legs. Remembering that I was going to wear a thong, I made sure I trimmed my bush a little too.

I toweled myself dry and put on my robe. As I walked into the bedroom, I was a little surprised to see Mark already there, sill in his pajama shorts and t-shirt. He had laid out my clothes on the bed.

Aren't you sweet," I said with a smile. " I have to dry my hair before I get dressed, though."

Mark pulled the chair out from my dressing table. "Sit here," he said, "let me dry your hair."

"Goodness," I said. "How can I turn down that offer."

Mark stood behind me and used the blow dryer on my hair. I loved the way he ran his fingers through my hair to separate it and help it dry. His touch was very relaxing. I felt very pampered.

When he finished drying my hair and put down the dryer, I u*********sly twisted my neck around to relax a few kinks. Mark put his hands on my shoulders and began to massage. This was heavenly!

Mark,"that feels wonderful darling but if you keep it up I'll lose all track of time". I do have to get to work, you know."

"I know, Mum," he said, "but you feel all tense. Give me just a few more minutes to relax you."

The moment of truth had arrived. I had not really been thinking clearly when I agreed to let Mark watch me dress. I guess I had been thinking I would be partially dressed and he would watch me put on my tights and a dress. When I took off my robe, though, I was going to be standing in front of him in the nude.

As he continued to massage my neck and shoulders, I opened my robe enough to let him put his hands directly on my shoulders not through the robe. He did have a magic touch. It was time, though.

"Thanks, darling," I said, "that was great. Maybe we can continue another time. I have to get dressed now."

"Are you still going to let me watch you?," Mark asked.

"That was the agreement, wasn't it?," I said. With that. I stood up, took a deep breath, and opened my robe and let it fall to the floor.

"Wow, Mum," Mark said, "you're beautiful." I thought his eyes would fall out of his face.

"Thanks, darling," I said, "how should we do this? Are you just going to watch or would you like to help?"

"I definitely would like to help," he said with a big grin, "where do I start?"

"Well," I said, "why don't you start with my knickers. Kneel in front of me and hold them out so I can step into them." As Mark knelt, his face was basically right in front of my hairy pussy. I leaned towards him and placed my hands on his shoulders to keep my balance as I lifter first one foot and then the other to step into the knickers he was holding for me.

"Okay, Slide them up my legs now," I said, "make sure they fit just right."

Mark's hands felt very hot as he slid my knickers up along my legs. I held my breath as he reached the top.

"Usually, I would tug them a little and make sure they are on just right," I said. "You may want to make sure they are smooth so they won't show through my skirt. Make sure the back is on straight too."

Mark got the hint. His smooth hands caressed me as he made sure the thong fit just right.

"Okay," he said, "What's next?"

"Well," I said, "I guess either my stockings or my bra. You choose." I had an idea which he would choose. I assumed he'd like my breasts to remain uncovered as long as possible.

"How about your stockings?," he said.

"Okay," I said, smiling, "I'll sit on the bed and you can help me slide them on."

I moved to the bed and sat with my legs extended. Mark took my left foot and, after collecting the stocking, began to slide it over my foot. He slowly worked it up along my calf, then over my knee. I stood up as he worked it as high as it went. He smoothed it for me, sliding his hands up from my ankle to my thigh. Then, he repeated the process on my right leg. I stood up as he admired his handiwork.

"Mum," he said, "your legs look fantastic in those stockings." As he said this, his hands reached out and caressed my legs right at my stocking tops. As his hands moved gently from my knees to my thighs and along my hips I felt myself getting wet. I realized I had better get things back under control.

"Okay, Darling," I said, "what's next?"

"How about your bra?," he asked.

"You're the boss," I said.

I picked up the bra and slid my arms through the straps. It had a front closure, So Mark got to help with that as well.

"Okay," I said, "you have to pull the two sides together and snap them in front. Make sure the girls are both settled in though."

Mark was having some trouble getting everything organized. He tried putting one breast in the cup and then, when he tried to capture the other, he'd lose the first. This went on for a few minutes and, had it not been turning me on, I might have laughed at his feeble attempts. I could not believe that I was letting my son Mark, play with my breasts like this even if he did not realize what he was doing.

"Having a little trouble there, Darling," I asked, trying o keep the mood light.

"Yes," he said, " I don't know how to get it together. How do you do it?," he asked.

"Well," I said, "Usually I am not facing myself from the front the way you are. Tell you what, stand behind me and reach around. Then you'll be in a more normal position." I laughed, thinking this was not at all normal.

Mark moved behind me. I backed so I was closer to him and he reached around.

"Okay, take one part of the bra in each hand," I said. "Now, reach around and pull it all together."

Mark reached around me as I instructed. In doing so, he moved closer to me. I realized that, wearing a thong, my bottom was as uncovered as it could be. I felt my bottom touch the front of Mark's shorts.
Mark was rock hard and his erection rubbed against my arse, occasionally sliding between my cheeks. I had to believe he was enjoying the feeling as much as I was.

"Is this going to work?," Mark asked. I thought he was asking about the bra fastener, but I was not completely sure.

"Keep trying, darling," I said. "It does go together. Think of it as training for when you are on a date, although I guess you'd be more interested in taking one off than putting one on." I laughed, and added: "Unless you tried on my bras too."

"Mum!," Mark almost shouted. "I did not try on any of your bras. You have seen what I liked to wear."

"I was just teasing, darling," I said. "You know how much I love to pick on you. But we'd better get going if I'm going to get to work on time. Here, let me help." With that, I reached up and cupped Mark's hands in mine, which had the effect of squeezing my breasts in his hands. As he held my breasts I fastened the bra together.

"I think we'd better get my skirt and blouse on now, Mark," I said. "As much fun as this is, we are taking to long. Here, take my blouse and help me put it on. You can button it if you like."

Mark picked up my silk blouse and held it up for me to slide into it. He then walked in front of me and began to button it. As he did so, his hands touched my breasts several times and my nipples were very obvious through the flimsy bra and thin silk blouse.

Mark then held my skirt so I could I could slip into it. As he slid my skirt up my legs, his hands were able to touch my legs and hips. Then, as he zipped it in back, he slid his hand into he skirt as he tucked in my blouse.

"I'm going to have to be careful today, Mark," I said.

"Why, Mum?," he asked.

"Well, the slit in my skirt goes up high enough that my stocking tops may be visible. Also, my blouse and bra are so sheer that my nipples will be sticking out at everyone. I think I'll have to keep my jacket on all day and be careful how I sit." I smiled at him.

"Did I do okay, though mum," he asked.

"You did great, darling," I said. "Maybe I'll let you dress me more often."

"That'd be great ,Mum," he said. "I was wondering, though"

"What?," I asked.

"Can you do me a favor?" he asked. "When you leave work tonight will you be sure to take your jacket off when you drive home"

"Mark," I said, "Why do you want me to do that?"

"My mates will be here when you get home and I want them to see how sexy you are," he said. "I'd love them to see you in that blouse and bra and I'd love it if hey could see your stocking tops as you got out of the car." He blushed.

"Well, I said, "I'll see what I can do."

I wore my jacket most of the day because I was turned on by the thought of what Mark asked me to do. My nipples were quite hard and very visible. I loved the idea of Mark wanting to give his friends a little show.

During the day, I caught several of the guys in my office watching me as they walked past my office. I noticed that the skirt Mark picked out did let my stocking tops show if I wasn't careful and with the darker stockings my leg above the stocking top was very obvious. I tried to show some modesty, but several times I realized that I was showing my stocking tops.

Sitting in my office, I thought back to the time when my former lovers Dave and I worked together. After he got over his initial shyness and we began to have fun, he loved to have me show myself to others. I wondered if here was something about me that gave off signals or if it was just a coincidence that Mark's mind seemed to work a lot like Dave's.

I spent a lot of time at work thinking about my arrival at home that night. I was becoming more and more excited as five o'clock approached. I could not believe I did it, but before I left work I went into the ladies' room and, lifting my skirt, pulled my thong up as tight as it would go. As a result, the thong slid between my pussy lips.

As I walked to the car after work, I noticed that a couple of guys from the office were close by. As I climbed into the car I saw them watching. I was in a pretty wild mood, thinking about the boys waiting at home, so I climbed in slowly. As I did so, my skirt opened and my stocking tops were clearly visible. Before I closed the door, I "accidentally" pulled my skirt to the side so the contrast between the dark stocking tops and the skin on my upper thigh was there for them to see. I hope they enjoyed the little show.

I took off my jacket as I got into the car to drive home. As I drove, I pulled my skirt apart so the slit in it was open and my stocking tops were in plain view on both legs. I was getting more turned on and my nipples were very noticeable through my sheer bra and blouse.

The closer I got to home, the more excited I got. I kept flashing back to the days when I was fooling around with Dave and how excited I would get when we went to lunch knowing he would be showing me off to other men. I could feel myself getting wetter and also felt the material of my thong rubbing me where I had pulled it tight between my lips. I hoped I could make it home before I had an orgasm.

As I approached the house, I saw Mark and his friends playing football again. Pulling into the drive, I saw that several bicycles were parked in front of the garage door, blocking my way. I smiled and stopped my car in the drive.

"Here we go," I said to myself and opened the door. I reached out with my left leg and began to get out of the car when I heard Mark's voice.

"Wait, Mum," he said, "I'll move the bike so you can get into the garage." I noticed a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Darling," I said. I sat there with my door open and one leg still extended. I glanced down and saw that my stocking tops were showing, along with a good deal of my thighs above the stocking tops. Trying to act nonchalant, I looked up and glanced at the boy's. I was pretty sure they all were noticing, although they were trying no to be obvious about it. As I sat there, the guys other than Mark were all somewhat behind me, so their view was somewhat obstructed. As Mark walked towards the garage, he looked back at me and by his expression I could tell that he realized the closer he got to the garage the farther he could see up my skirt. I was not sure he would be able to see how my thong had ridden up.

Apparently, he could see something. Mark stopped walking towards the garage when he had a direct view up my skirt. "Hey, Jason," he yelled, "It's your bike, why don't you move it." Although Mark was yelling to Jason, he was looking directly at me when he spoke.

Jason got up from where he was sitting on the lawn and walked towards the garage. When he got to where Mark was standing, he happened to glance in my direction. I almost laughed out loud when Jason did a classic double take, looking in my direction, looking away, then looking back in my direction as his head almost snapped off his neck. Jason, however, was not as bold as Mark. Although Mark stayed in one spot, Jason walked slowly to the garage and moved his bike to the side. I noticed that Jason kept glancing in my direction as he walked.

I also noticed the growing bulge in Mark's shorts as he stood watching me. It appeared that he was wearing nothing under his shorts, as the bulge was becoming much more prominent and obvious. Deciding to tease him a little, I opened my legs wider as I moved about while getting back into the car. Judging by the look on his face, it seemed he had noticed how I was wearing the red thong he had picked out for me.

I hoped the other guys had gotten enough of a show to satisfy Mark's desire to show me off. I closed the car door and drove into the garage. Getting out, I took my time and made sure I reached out with my left leg as I stepped out, hoping to let the boys see as much as they could. I walked out from the garage towards the driveway and stood with my legs slightly spread so the slit in my skirt opened and the boys could have a little longer look.

"Mark," I said, "did you finish those things I told you to do for me before he got home?"

At first, Mark looked confused, but then his face brightened. "Not yet," he said, "I thought we could play for a while first."

"Well," I said, "I did tell you to do them for me!!!." I was not sure if he understood what I was talking about, but he seemed to be willing to follow my lead.

Carrying my jacket, I walked out to where the boys were standing around to say good afternoon to them. As I walked, I could feel my breasts swinging from side to side, and I was sure the boys noticed. The movement cause my nipples to slide across the fabric of my blouse which cause my nipples to harden. I stood in front of the boys making small talk to let them have a good look. The boys were having trouble trying not to stare. I enjoyed the attention, and felt myself becoming more excited.

Saying good-bye, I turned and walked into the house. "Mark," I said as I reached the front step and turned with one foot on the step and the other on the path, again letting the boys see my stocking tops, "don't stay out much longer Mark, I want them job's done today."

I walked into the house and picked up the mail from the table in the front hall. After hanging my jacket on the bannister I walked into the kitchen and made a coffee. Taking the coffee, I moved to the kitchen island and sat on a stool to read the mail and drink my coffee.

I sat with my heels hooked on the second rung of the stool, which had the effect of letting my skirt split apart and show off my legs. Knowing that Mark would be in before too long, I slid my skirt up farther so my stocking tops were clearly visible. By spreading my legs a little more, I was able to expose my red sheer thong. I heard the front door close as Mark came in.

"Hi Darling," I said, "how was your day?" He walked into the kitchen and immediately saw how I was sitting.

"It was great," he said, "especially when you got home." He was staring at my legs and he could not keep his eyes from looking higher towards my hairy pussy.

"That's nice of you to say," I said, smiling. "I hope the boys didn't mind me interrupting your game again."

"I think they'd be happy to have you interrupt the game every day like you did today," he replied.

"Well, that's good," I said, smiling.

"I was confused when you said you had wanted me to do some thing,"he said. "I don't remember you telling me anything."

"Actually," I said, "I didn't mention anything. I just thought you might want to work on our deal a little before supper. If that's okay with you."

The look on Mark's face was priceless. "Oh God, yes," he said, "I'd love to work on our deal. What should I do?"

"Well, first," I said, "if you can stop trying to look up my skirt, you should come closer over here."
I pointed at the floor in front the stool on which I was sitting.

Mark walked over in front of me. It was quite obvious that he was very, very excited. When he was standing in front of me, I brought my legs together. He seemed disappointed.

"I think I was paying too much attention at work to how I was sitting," I said. "I was afraid I'd be exposed to everyone and I must have been sitting funny. My legs are tired and feel like they're going to cramp on me. I was hoping you could massage them for me."

Mark looked like he could not believe what he heard. "I'd be happy to help Mum," he said.

He reached out and began to slowly massage my thighs. His hands moved from my knees to just above my stocking tops, then returned to my knees. I could feel his breathing become louder and he sighed. "Is that okay?," he asked.

"It's very good," I said, "but my upper thighs also need your attention." I reached out and took his hands, then slid them along my legs until they barely reached under my skirt. "That still isn't high enough," I said, and pulled the two sides of my skirt apart which had the effect of exposing my legs completely. Of course, this also exposed my sheer red thong to his eyes. If there was any question before of him being able to see how I was wearing the thong, those questions now were answered.

"Oh, Mum," Mark said. Then his hands began sliding from my knees all the way to the tops of my legs. I felt myself getting wetter as his fingers crept closer and closer to my wetness.

As Mark continued to caress my legs he had to lean over me to reach as far as he wanted to. "Mark, that looks very uncomfortable," I said. "If you move up closer you won't have to lean over as much."

Mark did not have to be told twice. He moved as close as he could to my knees. In doing so, his hard cock, covered only by the nylon of his football shorts was pressed into the indentation where my knees met. As he continued to caress my legs I could feel him slowly rubbing himself against my knees.

"Mark," I said, "be careful. Remember the mess you made in your shorts the other day." I smiled as I said it. Mark blushed.

"Sorry, Mum," he said, "I guess I got a little carried away." He moved back so he was not touching me.

"I think you were getting more than a little carried away, Darling," I said. "But I didn't mean you should move away. I was just worried you'd make a mess in your shorts again. Maybe you should just take them off."

I finally shocked my son. I do not think he was expecting me to say something like that to him.

"Are you sure, Mum?," he asked.

"I am, Mark," I said. "I think you have seen some naughty things lately you shouldn't have seen and I guess that makes it okay for me to see naughty things I shouldn't see."

Mark did not have to be told a second time. He slid his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts on either side and, in one quick motion, slid them off. I was not sure if his quick movement was a sign of his eagerness or that he was afraid I'd change my mind, or he would lose his nerve.

"Oh my," I said., "your little man is beautiful, Mark." It was. It looked to be slightly more than six inches long and had a nice thickness. The head of his young cock was a wonder to behold. I could not take my eyes off it.

Mark did not say a word. He moved back close to me and began to slide his hard young cock against my knees. I lowered my feet to the bottom rung on the stool and opened my knees just enough that his cock slid between them and was able to rub against my lower thighs. When I did this, Mark seemed to lose all interest in caressing my legs. His hands rested on my thighs and he moved with more force between my legs. I could hear a soft hissing noise as his hard young cock rubbed against my nylon stockings.

Soon, Mark's grip on my thighs tightened. His eyes were closed and he had a look on his face that I had not seen before. He began to lick his lips and then he began to moan. He moved faster and faster.

"Yes, Darling," I said, "let it happen." I squeezed him a little with my knees. That was all it took.

Mark's beautiful cock erupted. He shot string after string of hot cum all along my legs. I could feel his cock throbbing and the wetness of his juices felt wonderful.

"Quickly, go and get cleaned up now darling," I said, "put your gym shorts back on and go upstairs."

Ricky reached down and pulled up his shorts with one hand while he held his still hard cock with the other, gently stroking it. Without a word, he left the kitchen.

I reached over and took a tee towel from on top of the kitchen counter and wiped Mark's cum up of my legs.

It looked like I had some sort of stain on my blouse. right above the waistband of my skirt. Looking down, I saw a large spot where one of Mark's eruptions must have overshot my legs and hit me.

I was surprised at how calm I felt. Feeling my son's cum starting to slide between my thighs was very exciting.

After I reached down to scoop up as much as I could with my fingers. Just as I was raising my fingertips to my mouth, I heard my son coming down the stairs. Mark walked in the kitchen.

"Want a taste?"

I offered my fingers to him and he slid them into his mouth. I reached down to get another taste when he grabbed my wrist.

"Let me get that for you."

He reached down, pushed my legs apart and slid his hand along my thigh from my knee to just past my stocking top. He collected a nice sample and lifted his fingers to my mouth. I reached out my tongue and touched his fingertips, getting a small taste. Then I took hold of his wrist and pulled his hand toward me.

I sucked his fingers slowly into my mouth. As I did so, I ran my tongue over his fingers. I kept sucking and then began to bob my head back and forth. Before long I had the entire length of his fingers in my mouth as I sucked and licked his finger.

"Oh, God, Mum, that is so hot. I can't imagine what it would feel like if . . . ."

He