It was Friday evening and Ann arrived home from work. She would have the house to herself that evening, as her son Paul had texted her, and he was going to a party with some friends from college.
She was happy that he would be enjoying himself. And maybe find a new girlfriend after recently breaking up with the last one.
Ann planned her evening. She had a light supper and wine. Then another glass to put her in the mood. She went up to her room and stripped naked before putting on her favorite silk robe. She had broken up with her last love interest months before, and she had then taken to relieving her sexual needs with fantasies and a toy. But those fantasies had taken a turn. It was her little secret; no one could know. And by the time Paul turned twenty a few weeks ago, it had become an obsession.
It was so wicked, yet she reminded herself it was only a fantasy, that no one would know. Ann lay on the bed and reached into her nightstand for her 'toy.' She opened up her robe to expose her shapely body, exposing one nipple of her full breasts, while the other was caressed by the delicate silk.
She brought her 'toy,' a large dildo, inches from her face and looked at it. She wondered if Paul had inherited his father's cock. She never wanted to see that man again after their divorce, but she still remembered his manhood and the bliss of having it deep inside her. Here, this phallus was transforming into Paul's cock, as she tried to imagine what it looked like since he became an adult.
Again, she reminded herself it was an innocent fantasy as she gave it a lick with the tip of her tongue before gliding it down her cleavage, as the fingers of her other hand moved across her trimmed bush and parted her moistening slit.
Ann slid the dildo up and down her body, imagining Paul hovering over her while a finger began working her clit. In a few minutes, her hips were squirming when she brought the tip of this imaginary cock to her entrance.
She hissed through her teeth as the shaft slowly entered her, until its full length was deep inside. She took a deep breath and slowly withdrew it only to repeat the move as she continued to massage her clit. Ever so slowly -- in and out -- she built up the tempo. It wasn't the real thing, but by carefully building the sexual tension, she knew she would have a fabulous release in the end.
Ever so slowly, she imagined Paul's cock inside her, his body on top of her as she grabbed a tit, pinching the nipple. She lost track of time, had it been a half hour, more? But she was building to a deep orgasm. Her body was shivering with tension, yet she resisted pushing herself over the edge.
She moaned quietly and opened her eyes. There he was, in her doorway, wide eyed, his mouth agape. She had left her door ajar. The light on her nightstand was enough to illuminate the expression on his face. Her mind flew into a frenzy; she was on the edge of cumming and Paul was watching her.
When he saw that she had seen him, he turned away.
"Paul! No! Wait! Paul!"
Paul froze, then looked back at his mother, transfixed by the scene, yet mortified by intruding in this intimate moment.
When she saw that Paul continued watching, Ann instinctively slid the dildo in again and took a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she returned to working her clit. Having been in a sexual frenzy already, and knowing Paul was watching her, her passion peaked. She lifted her hips, driving the phallus in and out wildly, as her body shuddered.
Paul continued to watch, mesmerized by seeing his mother cum.
"Oh my God! Oh... Oh, fuck... Ohhhh!" Ann cried out from the climax. Her body writhed and spasmed with an orgasm like she could not remember. Her cries and spasms continued for some time. It was the best orgasm she had ever given herself.
Ann opened her eyes to see Paul staring unabashedly at her. She collected herself enough to say the truth, panting, "Paul, you can... understand... I'm a woman and... have the needs of one."
Finally, her body relaxed and breathlessly, she said, "Oh my God! That was a good one." Regaining her composure, she continued, "Yes, Paul, your mother is a sexual woman. I'm not ashamed of it. I just hope you weren't offended. But there's nothing wrong with masturbating, and I do enjoy it, at least until another man comes along to satisfy me."
Becoming self-conscious that she was mostly naked in front of her son, Ann began covering herself with her silk robe when she noticed the bulge in his jeans. "And I know you jerk off, Paul. Nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it looks like you need relief, yourself, right now," she said, gesturing at his crotch.
"Oh... I, uh..." he mumbled, not knowing what to say.
"It's okay, Paul. Even if it's your own mother, seeing a woman frig herself has to get to a young guy like you. I think you need to... um... answer that bulge in your pants. So, why don't you go take care of your, um, 'needs.'"
Paul's mind was racing. His mother, whose breasts he could hardly take his eyes off whenever he got a chance, had just openly masturbated in front of him. The eroticism of the moment blurred his judgement.
"You didn't mind me watching you. If you want, I don't mind you watching me."
Ann looked a bit surprised. Then she smiled and looked at her bed, then back at him. It was all the acknowledgement he needed.
Paul walked to her bed, undid his belt, then sat. With the forethought of how he was going to do it, Paul pulled off his shirt and lay back on the bed. As his mother sat on the opposite side, Paul unzipped his jeans and slid them down to his thighs.
Ann gasped. As his hard cock flopped out, she saw it was, indeed, like his father's, large enough to satisfy any woman who liked a big rod. Paul grabbed his shaft and looked at Ann.
"It's okay. Just please yourself. Close your eyes and imagine the woman you want to fuck right now."
'Fuck!' he heard her say in so frank a way. And to imagine a woman! There was only one woman at that moment. He closed his eyes and began stroking his engorged manhood. Slowly, at first, but his pace quickened with eagerness.
His libido was rising fast, and it provoked him to dare ask it. Turning to Ann, he said, "Let me see your breasts!"
After a brief surprise, Ann smiled at the request. "You mean, my tits?" And after running her fingers down her cleavage, brushed aside the silk material to expose her pendulous breasts.
Paul stared at them, his mouth open, as he pounded himself harder. He started groaning and closed his eyes as Ann could see his cock begin to throb. Then it exploded with the first rope of his semen. The splash reached his neck followed by another that landed on his chest. Then another and another, until his chest and abdomen were covered with a generous amount of cum.
Then, it was Ann's turn to stare. He was as virile as his father, too! She wanted to smear her hands through the goo on his chest; to feel his copious sperm between her fingers, maybe even lick it. Instead, she just smiled at him when he opened his eyes, trying to take in the deep pleasure he must have just experienced.
"You are as potent as your father. Hmm... quite a mess. Let me clean you up." Ann grabbed a box of tissues from her dresser and sat beside him. "My, my. That must have been some orgasm," she smirked, as she dabbed up his cum.
Paul couldn't say a word as he watched her clean him up, a smile of satisfaction on her face.
"There!" she exclaimed when she finished, admiring his youthful yet strong physique. And taking long looks at his flaccid cock.
Ann suddenly became aware how this moment could escalate. She stood. "Okay, get up. Time to retire. And zip up your pants!"
Flush-faced, Paul pulled up his jeans and fastened his belt. He grabbed his shirt and turned to his mother.
