*Authors note. This story was told - well, played out really - in a series of messages between 'Julie' the woman involved and I over a few months. I wrote what happened into this story from her son's point of view because I thought it would excite her. It did. The dialogue, such as it is, is quoted from her messages as is the descriptions of the clothes and toys. That touch of reality made it better for Julie and Kev to read. I hope you enjoy it too.*
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My mom and dad struggled on together in a pointless marriage and finally split up last year when I was 18. That had been the deal, stay together for my sake, until I was old enough to understand that while divorce isn't easy for anyone, living in an atmosphere of constant arguments and distrust isn't good either. Once it was done and she was on her own I did my best to be 'the man of the house' and became quite protective of her. To be honest she was the same with me, lots of hugs, I guess we were trying to reassure each other that everything was going to be ok. We certainly became closer because of it.
The one complication here is that my mother - Julie -- is a seriously attractive woman. Clever (PA to a shit hot barrister), funny, outgoing and best of all curvy in all the right places. She's a 38DD (is there any guy that doesn't check out his mom's bra size?). She came to terms with her divorce and started dating again, some men lasting longer than others but no one that looked like a long-term prospect. I'm sure there were times when she just wanted sex. That may seem presumptuous but living with her it was pretty clear that she has a high sex drive. As I said, I can't be the only one to check out his mother's undie draw, and my mom's was quite illuminating. As the months passed after the divorce her 'special' draw became filled with sexy lingerie - crotchless knickers, peephole bras, stockings, corsets, suspender belts and some naughty pics that must have been taken by her recent boyfriends. Then there was her growing collection of sex toys and the fact that I could hear her using them at night -- and sometimes first thing in the morning!
She still liked a hug and we would often snuggle down on the sofa together to watch TV after she had showered and in her robe. So, there I am, 18 and six feet two, fully grown and a man in every way and I'm lying on a sofa with a sexy woman naked apart from a bathrobe. Would you not get a hard on? I certainly did and I'm sure she knew it. At first I was embarrassed and tried to hide it but it didn't seem to bother her -- in fact I'm sure she used to wiggle her bum against it deliberately. On those nights I was sure to hear her playing with her toys almost as soon as the bedroom door was closed. I honestly began to get the feeling that she like having a horny young man around the house and if I hadn't been her son then who knows what would have happened. This was made clear to me one night when, whilst we were on the sofa, I fell asleep and woke up to find her hand on my cock. I just stayed silent as her fingers traced the outline and stroked my knob. Obviously, it started to grow, and she stopped but it was clear from then that part of her thought of me as her loving son but another part thought of me as a sexy (well, I hope!) guy.
Mom doesn't seem to mind me bringing girls home and when I do take a girl to my room when she was there I make sure I pull out all the stops to ensure that the girl enjoys herself and makes as much noise as possible. I love the idea of her listening to me in the same way that I listen to her, I hoped that she is as turned on by the situation as I was. Despite all this and all the touching and holding I didn't' think anything would ever happen between us until one night a couple of months ago, just before my 19th birthday, when my world was turned upside down -- in a good way!
As I said earlier, we often used to lie on the sofa together and watch TV. This particular evening I was as horny as hell for some reason and when she had showered and had just her bathrobe on I suggested a film and patted the sofa next to me. Soon we were cuddling up together just as we have done for ages. She looked so beautiful next to me, so sexy and desirable that when she dozed off I couldn't help myself, I worked my hand inside her bathrobe and was soon stroking her nipples and those gorgeous boobs. Inevitably she woke up -- by which time her nipples were like bullets -- and as she turned towards me, no doubt intending to tell me to stop, I covered her mouth with mine and kissed her in the way I have wanted to kiss her for as long as I can remember. The most amazing thing was that she kissed me back, her tongue urgently thrusting into my mouth as she arched her back pushing her tits into my hand. The robe fell open and I could see her freshly shaved legs and pussy and all I wanted to do in that instant was fuck her, fuck this amazingly sexy woman that just happened to be my mother.
She eventually pulled away from me and there were the inevitable protests
"Stop, we mustn't, let go of me, don't ever do that again!"
etc. but she was clearly as excited as I was. I begged and pleaded with her to just lie down next to me but she refused. Eventually I persuaded her to take my cock out and soon she was wanking me...oh my god, I was getting a hand job off my mom! I was in heaven and when I came I shot all over her face and tits before she covered the end of my cock with her mouth and sucked the last drops from me. She made me swear never to tell anyone and was adamant that we would never do anything like that again. I just let her carry on, nodding in agreement but really thinking that I wanted to do so much more...and as we lay awake in our separate beds, me wanking and her wearing out the batteries in her sex toys I think we both knew that there would only be one possible way this would end.
After that night I was a lot bolder in touching her, stroking her tits, legs and bottom whenever they were in reach. She didn't seem to mind as long as no one else saw. The complication in that was that she had started seeing a guy called Kevin, the ex-husband of her boss. I have known Kevin for quite a few years and had started working for him so he was always around. I'm sure he saw me touching mom but he didn't say anything. I know from overhearing snippets of conversation that his ex, Sarah, had quite a varied sex life with multiple partners and I was hoping that as long as I didn't get in his way with mom he's be ok with anything we did.
A few weeks ago I noticed a change in her. She seemed to be on her phone texting/messaging a lot and she was wearing less and less around the house. She would let my hands linger a second longer before slapping them away and was obviously struggling with the memory of the night that she wanked me, she looked like she wanted what I did -- more of the same. Then I happened to overhear her and Kevin talking, and he said