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As I soaked in the tub Saturday morning, my mind was racing with thoughts of our recent canoe trip.
The more I reminisced, the more aroused I became. I certainly never thought I would travel this path, but perhaps my earlier 'witnessing' resonated deeper than planned.
' So Michael has a thing for his Mother '... I said to myself... in a whisper as I soaked away.
I reverted back to my 'witnessing' in the 70's, picturing them so affectionate with one another, so much so,...
that my presence on the sofa nearby, didn't effect them in any way. Certainly I am not sharing this openly with anyone but 'you',... the readers.
I knew that whatever decision I made had to include the preservation of my happy marriage as well.
I was not about to jeopardize this loving household to cater to some taboo desires,... from either end. I could not
openly display it,... and knew that this was going to be a secretive mission of my own.
* As I soaked away I began laying ground rules for myself,... to avoid detection.*
I also wasn't sure how committed he was based on one experiment, which meant I had to further investigate if I was indeed,... seeking an answer. I spent 2 hours in that tub,... evaluating the risks,... while imagining the rewards.
My 'taboo caption galleries' was the fuel that drove me to pursue this even more. Years of watching internet porn my mind seemed to yearn for something more erotic,...more different, something that would tingle my spine,...'the taboo' became an obsession of sorts,... and a wonderful one indeed.
My visions of Mrs. Coggins danced in my head continuously as I bathed. She was a beautiful 'leggy' brunette, back in the seventies,....the days of boots and hose... hard to forget.
Knowing I've used my legs in the past as a tool of seduction as well,... is perhaps what drove me to forge onward.
I've been an exhibitionist all my life, had early bisexual experiences, I can't terminate my sexual being.
I had to plan, and very carefully.
I knew that I was going to take my time in evaluating his responses with respect for his youthful needs.
My cognitive thoughts were quickly washed away by the overwhelming sensations, of what I was about to embark upon.
I leaned back in the tub and placed my legs on the edge,... the water dripping off my tanned flesh.
A tingle ran up my spine,.... ' He WAS looking at me '... I whispered.
I held my head and slightly giggled at myself about my choice of attire for the canoe trip.
' I think that was a bit too forward ' I said to myself,... shaking my head. I was more surprised I allowed myself to move that quickly without some type of safeguard against the expected rejection.
Michael is shy yet obviously more sexual than I imagined. I now wondered what he must be thinking as well.
On the way home he was leaning on the center armrest while glancing down at my thighs. We chatted about
usual things but the sexual tension was felt. It was the first time in 'our' relationship,... where it felt,...
different.
The motherly tone in my voice wasn't altered, but my exposure at the moment,... was.
I knew he was intrigued,... and now,... so was I.
As I shaved my legs in the tub, my mind was racing in overdrive.
I've struggled with my overwhelming sexuality,... versus my morals,... for many years now. My own sexual taboo fantasies are now staring me in the face,... but could I open that door,... was the question I now faced.
Visions of the many captions I earlier created before this all began,... are providing the push I so need.
Certainly this was something I never dreamt I'd be thinking about or even considering. Perhaps my own captions have captivated me to the point where I must at least,... explore his weaknesses,... as well as my own.
Knowing the first 'test' had been conducted, and with favorable results,... I decided to pursue it further,... but in small increments,... to protect him from unwanted advances as well. I want to continue, but at his expected pace,... and not my own. I knew I was bathing in the tub,.... but I was soaked*
It seems as I exited the bathroom, I was already calculating my next move.
I can't describe in words,.... what a mother feels at that point... truly.
As I toweled off a sense of guilt swept thru my soul, but surrendered to a battalion of desire.
I looked at myself in the mirror with a devilish smile as the returning flood of arousal swept whatever doubts I had,... away. I bent my right leg and placed it on the sink as I toweled off my thigh. So smooth and tanned,...
Keith (my husband) was still in the air, on his way to Germany only to flip and return by tomorrow evening.
I knew I had all day and tonight as well,... home alone with Michael. I also knew this had to be a gradual effort if I was going to participate, at all. I certainly knew Michael was caught off guard by my carelessness during the canoe trip just days before, and perhaps is attempting to decipher it as well.
' Baby steps ' I kept whispering to myself... to preserve our relationship,... in case it backfired.
As I exited the bathroom in my robe I strolled down the hallway, passing his room. I gave him my typical motherly smile as I passed by. With his head slightly lowered possessing a slight grin,...he smiled back at me.
' Today is laundry day Michael,... please gather your things okay? '... I said as I strolled into our bedroom.
As I began to dress in the bedroom I pondered on what to wear. I knew I wanted to keep him interested, so I knew I had to at least discard my typical 'around the house attire' and replace it with something a little more appealing,.... 'a little more' = baby steps.
I knew Michael had a friend coming over later to visit, so I made sure I wasn't,... too forward.
My eyes seemed to become slanted with desire as I decided what to wear,... in front of my son?
Again I flashed back to my gallery of hot mothers which assisted me in my selection. Jacob was coming over around 3pm,... so I had about 4 hours to,...'test.'
Some clothes were just not revealing enough,... some were too much. Michael is a leg lover, always has been.
I gave it some thought as I ran through my closet and drawers,... searching for the 'next step' attire.
Being summer,... I was aiming for shorts. Then it hit me,... my Salmon colored cotton shorts. He'll love those.
I've never worn them in front of Michael due to the fact, that they are very small. Like my denim shorts but a bit tighter. I knew I could adjust them to fit the moment, so I slid them on.
I stood in the mirror adjusting them for approval. When worn normally they fit tightly, hugging my round ass,... yet covering my cheeks. When given a slight 'yank' they slide right up my ass, and my cheeks are suddenly exposed.
I reached for a white top and dressed,... my sandals too.
As I exited the bedroom I took a deep breath, and walked back down that hallway. I adjusted myself to calm my nerves prior to arriving to his doorway. I stepped in his doorway and paused, my left thigh pointing forward,...
' Gather your things,... I'll be back to pick them up ',...and I walked away.
When I got to the end of the hallway,... I was dizzy,... grabbed the railing.
' HOT beyond my imagination '..... ' he was gazing girl ',... I said to myself.
As I loaded the washer I heard him coming down the basement steps,...and moving fast.
I quickly adjusted my shorts,... 'baby steps',...so that I wasn't over exposed.
Michaels eyes went straight to my legs once again. I acted as if I didn't notice, and began instructing him on his messy room,... like a typical mother would. I could see him standing behind me, using the reflection in the window,... I was able to see him. He was scoping his mother out !
I did my best to remain rhythmic but my pace slowed as I digested his taboo admiration. My heart was thumpin',... and my hands were slightly trembling in response. That alone indicated to me,... that this was something,... something indeed.
I knew my every move was being observed as I loaded the washer,... so slowly. When I dropped a sock,... I knew he was in for another view... which he saw,... observed silently. He didn't utter a sound when my cheeks were poking outward during the bend. Of course I quickly adjusted them in haste, as any mother would.
He stood now rambling his words, his breathing,... elevated. He promised that Jacob and he would be good and keep the TV volume down while playing video games.
I chose that moment to pass by him. I paused next to him, kissed his cheek, but my hand was on his hip;
' Thank you darlin',... I appreciate that '....then I walked away. When I turned the corner,... I heard a soft gasp.
As I walked up the steps,... he was right behind me !
I made sure I didn't sway my hips intentionally, I felt I had again taunted him too aggressively. But by the time we got upstairs, I felt more comfortable. He sat next to me on a kitchen stool chatting about the super bowl.
He loves football,... which gave me a sudden thought as well.
I spent the afternoon strolling through the house as usual, while wearing those shorts. He didn't miss a chance in seeing me in them, and was extra helpful in helping me with the chores that afternoon.
A few times I even stopped for something and as I stood those shorts crept right up my ass,...the camel toe once again, appearing.
I waited for him, till he was near the front door before I walked upstairs. As I turned to walk I added a slight sway to my hips,... my unforgiving shorts now exposing some cheek. He had to know I was certainly once again careless,... but he didn't look away either. Once I was out of sight, I had to grab the wall for balance,... my heart was racing. Michael is enjoying my exposed cheeks,..... my oh my.
Before the day ended I plopped down next to him on the sofa,... acting exhausted. In reaction, I rested my feet on the coffee table,... my legs extended,... and he was looking at them,.... directly.
To break the silence I asked; ' When is Jacob coming over? '
' He's not,... I don't feel like company today... I wanna help you with chores instead. '
What Mother, has ever heard that ???
As evening arrived I lay on the sofa watching a movie with my son,... when it occurred to me.
Michael was sitting on the loveseat across from me. The den was dimly lit, and I was still in those shorts.
I made some hints that I was getting sleepy as I reached for a pillow. Michael moved the blanket and placed it on the floor. Guess he didn't want me to cover up. I stretched my legs out and bent one up to relax that further taunted him, innocently of course,... yet not too forward, I kept saying to myself.
Michael slid down to the other end of the loveseat,... he was going for a better view !
I acted as if I had drifted off asleep, my legs now parted somewhat,... and my shorts are now more revealing.
I could feel my shorts digging into my crotch,... then I timed it just right,... and I batted an eye open.
Michael was leaning forward,... his eyes wide,... glazed by desire,... a taboo desire,... and I was soaked*
My legs were wide enough for him to see my pussy lips almost exposed,... my heart racing,... my nipples hard.
A part of my inner being was disturbed,... yet I was committed in pursuing his intentions,... while feeding off of the immeasurable excitement of taunting my own Son. I had like an 'out of body' sensation flashing back on my gallery,...knowing I was walking that path as well,.... or surely close to it anyways.
The arousal I feel when posting another picture to my 'taboo' gallery is nothing compared to allowing him a view while acting asleep. I was so aroused that my left leg had a slight rhythmic tap due to nervousness and arousal.
It goes against the grain of every moral fiber that a mother embraces,... yet it's like a train without brakes.
I was so aroused, beyond imagination,... my Son is leaning forward,... he IS very much intrigued...and so am I.
My cleavage lures him,...yet my legs are his weakness.
Michael is unaware of his mothers sexuality,... but in time,... inch by inch,... he will know.
More to follow,... / CarrieAnn
The more I reminisced, the more aroused I became. I certainly never thought I would travel this path, but perhaps my earlier 'witnessing' resonated deeper than planned.
' So Michael has a thing for his Mother '... I said to myself... in a whisper as I soaked away.
I reverted back to my 'witnessing' in the 70's, picturing them so affectionate with one another, so much so,...
that my presence on the sofa nearby, didn't effect them in any way. Certainly I am not sharing this openly with anyone but 'you',... the readers.
I knew that whatever decision I made had to include the preservation of my happy marriage as well.
I was not about to jeopardize this loving household to cater to some taboo desires,... from either end. I could not
openly display it,... and knew that this was going to be a secretive mission of my own.
* As I soaked away I began laying ground rules for myself,... to avoid detection.*
I also wasn't sure how committed he was based on one experiment, which meant I had to further investigate if I was indeed,... seeking an answer. I spent 2 hours in that tub,... evaluating the risks,... while imagining the rewards.
My 'taboo caption galleries' was the fuel that drove me to pursue this even more. Years of watching internet porn my mind seemed to yearn for something more erotic,...more different, something that would tingle my spine,...'the taboo' became an obsession of sorts,... and a wonderful one indeed.
My visions of Mrs. Coggins danced in my head continuously as I bathed. She was a beautiful 'leggy' brunette, back in the seventies,....the days of boots and hose... hard to forget.
Knowing I've used my legs in the past as a tool of seduction as well,... is perhaps what drove me to forge onward.
I've been an exhibitionist all my life, had early bisexual experiences, I can't terminate my sexual being.
I had to plan, and very carefully.
I knew that I was going to take my time in evaluating his responses with respect for his youthful needs.
My cognitive thoughts were quickly washed away by the overwhelming sensations, of what I was about to embark upon.
I leaned back in the tub and placed my legs on the edge,... the water dripping off my tanned flesh.
A tingle ran up my spine,.... ' He WAS looking at me '... I whispered.
I held my head and slightly giggled at myself about my choice of attire for the canoe trip.
' I think that was a bit too forward ' I said to myself,... shaking my head. I was more surprised I allowed myself to move that quickly without some type of safeguard against the expected rejection.
Michael is shy yet obviously more sexual than I imagined. I now wondered what he must be thinking as well.
On the way home he was leaning on the center armrest while glancing down at my thighs. We chatted about
usual things but the sexual tension was felt. It was the first time in 'our' relationship,... where it felt,...
different.
The motherly tone in my voice wasn't altered, but my exposure at the moment,... was.
I knew he was intrigued,... and now,... so was I.
As I shaved my legs in the tub, my mind was racing in overdrive.
I've struggled with my overwhelming sexuality,... versus my morals,... for many years now. My own sexual taboo fantasies are now staring me in the face,... but could I open that door,... was the question I now faced.
Visions of the many captions I earlier created before this all began,... are providing the push I so need.
Certainly this was something I never dreamt I'd be thinking about or even considering. Perhaps my own captions have captivated me to the point where I must at least,... explore his weaknesses,... as well as my own.
Knowing the first 'test' had been conducted, and with favorable results,... I decided to pursue it further,... but in small increments,... to protect him from unwanted advances as well. I want to continue, but at his expected pace,... and not my own. I knew I was bathing in the tub,.... but I was soaked*
It seems as I exited the bathroom, I was already calculating my next move.
I can't describe in words,.... what a mother feels at that point... truly.
As I toweled off a sense of guilt swept thru my soul, but surrendered to a battalion of desire.
I looked at myself in the mirror with a devilish smile as the returning flood of arousal swept whatever doubts I had,... away. I bent my right leg and placed it on the sink as I toweled off my thigh. So smooth and tanned,...
Keith (my husband) was still in the air, on his way to Germany only to flip and return by tomorrow evening.
I knew I had all day and tonight as well,... home alone with Michael. I also knew this had to be a gradual effort if I was going to participate, at all. I certainly knew Michael was caught off guard by my carelessness during the canoe trip just days before, and perhaps is attempting to decipher it as well.
' Baby steps ' I kept whispering to myself... to preserve our relationship,... in case it backfired.
As I exited the bathroom in my robe I strolled down the hallway, passing his room. I gave him my typical motherly smile as I passed by. With his head slightly lowered possessing a slight grin,...he smiled back at me.
' Today is laundry day Michael,... please gather your things okay? '... I said as I strolled into our bedroom.
As I began to dress in the bedroom I pondered on what to wear. I knew I wanted to keep him interested, so I knew I had to at least discard my typical 'around the house attire' and replace it with something a little more appealing,.... 'a little more' = baby steps.
I knew Michael had a friend coming over later to visit, so I made sure I wasn't,... too forward.
My eyes seemed to become slanted with desire as I decided what to wear,... in front of my son?
Again I flashed back to my gallery of hot mothers which assisted me in my selection. Jacob was coming over around 3pm,... so I had about 4 hours to,...'test.'
Some clothes were just not revealing enough,... some were too much. Michael is a leg lover, always has been.
I gave it some thought as I ran through my closet and drawers,... searching for the 'next step' attire.
Being summer,... I was aiming for shorts. Then it hit me,... my Salmon colored cotton shorts. He'll love those.
I've never worn them in front of Michael due to the fact, that they are very small. Like my denim shorts but a bit tighter. I knew I could adjust them to fit the moment, so I slid them on.
I stood in the mirror adjusting them for approval. When worn normally they fit tightly, hugging my round ass,... yet covering my cheeks. When given a slight 'yank' they slide right up my ass, and my cheeks are suddenly exposed.
I reached for a white top and dressed,... my sandals too.
As I exited the bedroom I took a deep breath, and walked back down that hallway. I adjusted myself to calm my nerves prior to arriving to his doorway. I stepped in his doorway and paused, my left thigh pointing forward,...
' Gather your things,... I'll be back to pick them up ',...and I walked away.
When I got to the end of the hallway,... I was dizzy,... grabbed the railing.
' HOT beyond my imagination '..... ' he was gazing girl ',... I said to myself.
As I loaded the washer I heard him coming down the basement steps,...and moving fast.
I quickly adjusted my shorts,... 'baby steps',...so that I wasn't over exposed.
Michaels eyes went straight to my legs once again. I acted as if I didn't notice, and began instructing him on his messy room,... like a typical mother would. I could see him standing behind me, using the reflection in the window,... I was able to see him. He was scoping his mother out !
I did my best to remain rhythmic but my pace slowed as I digested his taboo admiration. My heart was thumpin',... and my hands were slightly trembling in response. That alone indicated to me,... that this was something,... something indeed.
I knew my every move was being observed as I loaded the washer,... so slowly. When I dropped a sock,... I knew he was in for another view... which he saw,... observed silently. He didn't utter a sound when my cheeks were poking outward during the bend. Of course I quickly adjusted them in haste, as any mother would.
He stood now rambling his words, his breathing,... elevated. He promised that Jacob and he would be good and keep the TV volume down while playing video games.
I chose that moment to pass by him. I paused next to him, kissed his cheek, but my hand was on his hip;
' Thank you darlin',... I appreciate that '....then I walked away. When I turned the corner,... I heard a soft gasp.
As I walked up the steps,... he was right behind me !
I made sure I didn't sway my hips intentionally, I felt I had again taunted him too aggressively. But by the time we got upstairs, I felt more comfortable. He sat next to me on a kitchen stool chatting about the super bowl.
He loves football,... which gave me a sudden thought as well.
I spent the afternoon strolling through the house as usual, while wearing those shorts. He didn't miss a chance in seeing me in them, and was extra helpful in helping me with the chores that afternoon.
A few times I even stopped for something and as I stood those shorts crept right up my ass,...the camel toe once again, appearing.
I waited for him, till he was near the front door before I walked upstairs. As I turned to walk I added a slight sway to my hips,... my unforgiving shorts now exposing some cheek. He had to know I was certainly once again careless,... but he didn't look away either. Once I was out of sight, I had to grab the wall for balance,... my heart was racing. Michael is enjoying my exposed cheeks,..... my oh my.
Before the day ended I plopped down next to him on the sofa,... acting exhausted. In reaction, I rested my feet on the coffee table,... my legs extended,... and he was looking at them,.... directly.
To break the silence I asked; ' When is Jacob coming over? '
' He's not,... I don't feel like company today... I wanna help you with chores instead. '
What Mother, has ever heard that ???
As evening arrived I lay on the sofa watching a movie with my son,... when it occurred to me.
Michael was sitting on the loveseat across from me. The den was dimly lit, and I was still in those shorts.
I made some hints that I was getting sleepy as I reached for a pillow. Michael moved the blanket and placed it on the floor. Guess he didn't want me to cover up. I stretched my legs out and bent one up to relax that further taunted him, innocently of course,... yet not too forward, I kept saying to myself.
Michael slid down to the other end of the loveseat,... he was going for a better view !
I acted as if I had drifted off asleep, my legs now parted somewhat,... and my shorts are now more revealing.
I could feel my shorts digging into my crotch,... then I timed it just right,... and I batted an eye open.
Michael was leaning forward,... his eyes wide,... glazed by desire,... a taboo desire,... and I was soaked*
My legs were wide enough for him to see my pussy lips almost exposed,... my heart racing,... my nipples hard.
A part of my inner being was disturbed,... yet I was committed in pursuing his intentions,... while feeding off of the immeasurable excitement of taunting my own Son. I had like an 'out of body' sensation flashing back on my gallery,...knowing I was walking that path as well,.... or surely close to it anyways.
The arousal I feel when posting another picture to my 'taboo' gallery is nothing compared to allowing him a view while acting asleep. I was so aroused that my left leg had a slight rhythmic tap due to nervousness and arousal.
It goes against the grain of every moral fiber that a mother embraces,... yet it's like a train without brakes.
I was so aroused, beyond imagination,... my Son is leaning forward,... he IS very much intrigued...and so am I.
My cleavage lures him,...yet my legs are his weakness.
Michael is unaware of his mothers sexuality,... but in time,... inch by inch,... he will know.
More to follow,... / CarrieAnn
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