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It was just another boring night of my life. For a single mother it was hard to take care of things. I couldn’t remember the last time that I'd enjoyed a single moment of my life. Busy working hard for me and my seventeen year old son, I never got the chance to think about being in a relationship. I went out with a couple of men but things didn’t work out between us.
I don’t remember the last time I had sex, the last time I felt so good, sexually. I had an old dildo that I used to keep in my secret drawer but now toys like that didn’t feel that great, like they used to when I was eighteen. I was turning thirty-nine but those desires… they were still there in my heart.
That night… my and I son were both watching a movie on the T.V. As the movie finished, I looked at my son, Adam. He had fallen asleep on the couch. He was looking so sweet but when I was looking at him as my son, it didn’t take much time to realize that he had grown up.
I didn’t know what it was that made me think like that, but after a minute, I was looking at him as a young guy, not just like my son. My eyes went down to his crotch and I started imagining things.
For a couple of minutes I kept looking at him but when my desires took over my mind and I couldn’t distinguish between right and wrong, my hands moved to his crotch.
My heart was pounding and I was thinking, “What if he wakes up?”
I started feeling him. It felt like he had grown a lot and it made me curious to find out how much he had grown.
Thinking if I should do it or not, I slowly lifted his t-shirt and slipped my hands in his pajamas. He did use to wear underwear but that night he wasn’t wearing any. My hand touched his cock. It was resting between his legs; totally soft.
I didn’t move my hand much, just tried to grab it and feel it. My heart was beating really fast, and I was scared of him waking up.
“What the f… Mom,” I heard a loud voice and it gave me a heart attack.
My son got up from the couch and my hand pulled out of his pajamas. He looked at me waiting for my answer.
“Son, I’m sorry… it’s not what…” I couldn’t find any words to say to him. I was caught red handed.
“Mom!” he said, and I looked at him feeling guilty. He went to his room saying nothing more.
I just sat there on the couch thinking, “Why did I do this?”
Next morning, I woke up. It was quite early. I went to my room and got fresh, took a shower and then went to the kitchen. I made breakfast just like I used to do daily, but things were going to be a bit different today between my son and I; I knew that.
“Breakfast is ready, Adam,” I said as I saw my son in the living room.
“I’m getting late, Mom,” he replied and left. He didn’t even look at me.
“Did I lose my son last night?” I was thinking, standing there in the kitchen.
All day taking orders from the customers in the restaurant, I couldn’t concentrate on work and I messed up a few orders too. The manager of the restaurant knew me for a long time, and he understood that I had some problem so he allowed me to leave early.
I went home and while I was heading straight to my room, I thought to give a knock on Adam’s door and talk to him but I couldn’t. I needed some more words and some more time to talk to him so I went to my room.
Before I could open the door of my room, I saw something. I looked through that ajar door of my room, and I was not really shocked to see what was going in there. I knew that maybe someday I would find my son masturbating on my bra or panties but after what happened last night, I kind of lost the hope of catching my son doing something like which he was doing right now.
He was masturbating sitting on the bed; he had my red bra in his left hand. His cock was hard, around 6 inches or may be a little more, it was really hard and he was stroking it fast and rubbing my bra over his cock and face.
Last night he got mad at seeing my hand in his pants, which was really shocking for him, but now what was he doing? Stroking his cock and thinking about his mom? Maybe not particularly about my 36D size tits, maybe just to excite himself a little more he was using my bra, but still it was my bra; his mother’s bra.
I was not sure if I should catch him red handed or I should just enjoy what I was seeing. I preferred the second option. I stood there by the door really quiet and watching him stroke his cock.
“Oh, Mom,” I heard him say.
He was thinking about me, he was fantasizing about me… maybe fucking my tits in his thoughts. I didn’t know what exactly he was thinking but whatever it was, he was thinking about doing it with his mom.
“Oh, Mom,” he moaned and shot cum all over his hands. Some drops landed on my bra which he wiped off immediately. With one hand covered in cum he put my bra in the closet again. I ran back to the living room.
After a couple of minutes, I started calling his name telling him that I was home. He didn’t respond. I went to my room and first thing I did was to check my bra. Yes it had some cum stains. I thought about something for few seconds then put that bra back in the closet.
I sat down on the bed just thinking about what was going in our life.
“Mom,” I heard my son say as he entered in my room.
I didn’t look at him, I just couldn’t face him. He sat on the adjacent side of the bed.
“I’m sorry about last night, I yelled at you,” he said. “I know… I understand you need someone in your life, you miss something.”
My son was talking like a friend; a friend of my age. “No, I’m sorry. I don’t think any mother would do what I did last night,” I said.
There was complete silence in the room.
“I don’t know what other mothers do or not… but I promise, in future I will not yell at you like I did last night,” he said in a slow voice.
Did he say that he would have no problem if I touched him again?
I didn’t say a word but I knew I was going to do it. Now that he had no problem with it too, and we both wanted it meet my needs, we both were going to make a move sooner or later.
He moved closer to me and made me look at him, but before I could even look at his face, his lips were on mine. It was a little fast and I responded by pushing him away.
“I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to…” he said. “I’m going to my room, I need to work on a project.” He got up to leave.
It took me only a couple of seconds to make a decision. He was walking to the door and I looked at him.
“Adam,” I called his name.
He stopped, turned and looked at me.
I was undoing the buttons of my shirt. I took off my shirt and dropped it next to my feet on the floor. I didn’t know what I was doing but I was doing it. I think that when Adam was looking at me while I was just sitting there in my bra, he must have liked the side view of my tits. I guessed it made his cock hard too. But I also knew that he was a little shocked with what was going on in my bedroom.
After taking off my bra I didn’t know if I should just get totally naked and then undress my son, or should I first undress my son and then myself? I was confused. Adam came near me and I was still just looking down at the floor. He took off his t-shirt. I came to know about that when he left it on the floor near my feet.
He sat down next to me, and I guess he was not feeling as bad or nervous as I was. His hand reached for the hook of my bra on my back, and with one hand he tried to undo it but he had to take help of other hand too.
As he unhooked my bra, I slowly took it off. I was not trying to hide my boobs but I was also not proudly showing them to my son. He must be expecting me turn to him and let him look at my boobs but I didn’t turn to him.
He stood up and started undoing his pants. My hands reached to grab his pants and as he undid the button of his pants and unzipped them, I slowly pulled them down to his knees. I wasn’t expecting to see his cock this quick but as he was not wearing any underwear, it popped out right in front of my face.
An hour ago, I saw his cock when he was masturbating with my bra but now his cock was just few inches away from my face. It was hard, it was big and it was beautiful. I wanted to grab it, feel it and then suck it, but something inside me was stopping me from doing so.
“Mom,” Adam said.
He wanted me to grab it; he was ready to give his hard cock to his mom. I slowly reached for his cock and held it. It felt good, and he felt good. I could feel his cock getting even harder in my hand. I slowly moved my hand over it feeling its hardness.
His pants were around his knees so I left his cock, pulled down his pants and helped him take them off completely.To continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
I don’t remember the last time I had sex, the last time I felt so good, sexually. I had an old dildo that I used to keep in my secret drawer but now toys like that didn’t feel that great, like they used to when I was eighteen. I was turning thirty-nine but those desires… they were still there in my heart.
That night… my and I son were both watching a movie on the T.V. As the movie finished, I looked at my son, Adam. He had fallen asleep on the couch. He was looking so sweet but when I was looking at him as my son, it didn’t take much time to realize that he had grown up.
I didn’t know what it was that made me think like that, but after a minute, I was looking at him as a young guy, not just like my son. My eyes went down to his crotch and I started imagining things.
For a couple of minutes I kept looking at him but when my desires took over my mind and I couldn’t distinguish between right and wrong, my hands moved to his crotch.
My heart was pounding and I was thinking, “What if he wakes up?”
I started feeling him. It felt like he had grown a lot and it made me curious to find out how much he had grown.
Thinking if I should do it or not, I slowly lifted his t-shirt and slipped my hands in his pajamas. He did use to wear underwear but that night he wasn’t wearing any. My hand touched his cock. It was resting between his legs; totally soft.
I didn’t move my hand much, just tried to grab it and feel it. My heart was beating really fast, and I was scared of him waking up.
“What the f… Mom,” I heard a loud voice and it gave me a heart attack.
My son got up from the couch and my hand pulled out of his pajamas. He looked at me waiting for my answer.
“Son, I’m sorry… it’s not what…” I couldn’t find any words to say to him. I was caught red handed.
“Mom!” he said, and I looked at him feeling guilty. He went to his room saying nothing more.
I just sat there on the couch thinking, “Why did I do this?”
Next morning, I woke up. It was quite early. I went to my room and got fresh, took a shower and then went to the kitchen. I made breakfast just like I used to do daily, but things were going to be a bit different today between my son and I; I knew that.
“Breakfast is ready, Adam,” I said as I saw my son in the living room.
“I’m getting late, Mom,” he replied and left. He didn’t even look at me.
“Did I lose my son last night?” I was thinking, standing there in the kitchen.
All day taking orders from the customers in the restaurant, I couldn’t concentrate on work and I messed up a few orders too. The manager of the restaurant knew me for a long time, and he understood that I had some problem so he allowed me to leave early.
I went home and while I was heading straight to my room, I thought to give a knock on Adam’s door and talk to him but I couldn’t. I needed some more words and some more time to talk to him so I went to my room.
Before I could open the door of my room, I saw something. I looked through that ajar door of my room, and I was not really shocked to see what was going in there. I knew that maybe someday I would find my son masturbating on my bra or panties but after what happened last night, I kind of lost the hope of catching my son doing something like which he was doing right now.
He was masturbating sitting on the bed; he had my red bra in his left hand. His cock was hard, around 6 inches or may be a little more, it was really hard and he was stroking it fast and rubbing my bra over his cock and face.
Last night he got mad at seeing my hand in his pants, which was really shocking for him, but now what was he doing? Stroking his cock and thinking about his mom? Maybe not particularly about my 36D size tits, maybe just to excite himself a little more he was using my bra, but still it was my bra; his mother’s bra.
I was not sure if I should catch him red handed or I should just enjoy what I was seeing. I preferred the second option. I stood there by the door really quiet and watching him stroke his cock.
“Oh, Mom,” I heard him say.
He was thinking about me, he was fantasizing about me… maybe fucking my tits in his thoughts. I didn’t know what exactly he was thinking but whatever it was, he was thinking about doing it with his mom.
“Oh, Mom,” he moaned and shot cum all over his hands. Some drops landed on my bra which he wiped off immediately. With one hand covered in cum he put my bra in the closet again. I ran back to the living room.
After a couple of minutes, I started calling his name telling him that I was home. He didn’t respond. I went to my room and first thing I did was to check my bra. Yes it had some cum stains. I thought about something for few seconds then put that bra back in the closet.
I sat down on the bed just thinking about what was going in our life.
“Mom,” I heard my son say as he entered in my room.
I didn’t look at him, I just couldn’t face him. He sat on the adjacent side of the bed.
“I’m sorry about last night, I yelled at you,” he said. “I know… I understand you need someone in your life, you miss something.”
My son was talking like a friend; a friend of my age. “No, I’m sorry. I don’t think any mother would do what I did last night,” I said.
There was complete silence in the room.
“I don’t know what other mothers do or not… but I promise, in future I will not yell at you like I did last night,” he said in a slow voice.
Did he say that he would have no problem if I touched him again?
I didn’t say a word but I knew I was going to do it. Now that he had no problem with it too, and we both wanted it meet my needs, we both were going to make a move sooner or later.
He moved closer to me and made me look at him, but before I could even look at his face, his lips were on mine. It was a little fast and I responded by pushing him away.
“I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to…” he said. “I’m going to my room, I need to work on a project.” He got up to leave.
It took me only a couple of seconds to make a decision. He was walking to the door and I looked at him.
“Adam,” I called his name.
He stopped, turned and looked at me.
I was undoing the buttons of my shirt. I took off my shirt and dropped it next to my feet on the floor. I didn’t know what I was doing but I was doing it. I think that when Adam was looking at me while I was just sitting there in my bra, he must have liked the side view of my tits. I guessed it made his cock hard too. But I also knew that he was a little shocked with what was going on in my bedroom.
After taking off my bra I didn’t know if I should just get totally naked and then undress my son, or should I first undress my son and then myself? I was confused. Adam came near me and I was still just looking down at the floor. He took off his t-shirt. I came to know about that when he left it on the floor near my feet.
He sat down next to me, and I guess he was not feeling as bad or nervous as I was. His hand reached for the hook of my bra on my back, and with one hand he tried to undo it but he had to take help of other hand too.
As he unhooked my bra, I slowly took it off. I was not trying to hide my boobs but I was also not proudly showing them to my son. He must be expecting me turn to him and let him look at my boobs but I didn’t turn to him.
He stood up and started undoing his pants. My hands reached to grab his pants and as he undid the button of his pants and unzipped them, I slowly pulled them down to his knees. I wasn’t expecting to see his cock this quick but as he was not wearing any underwear, it popped out right in front of my face.
An hour ago, I saw his cock when he was masturbating with my bra but now his cock was just few inches away from my face. It was hard, it was big and it was beautiful. I wanted to grab it, feel it and then suck it, but something inside me was stopping me from doing so.
“Mom,” Adam said.
He wanted me to grab it; he was ready to give his hard cock to his mom. I slowly reached for his cock and held it. It felt good, and he felt good. I could feel his cock getting even harder in my hand. I slowly moved my hand over it feeling its hardness.
His pants were around his knees so I left his cock, pulled down his pants and helped him take them off completely.To continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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