"Chris... CHRIS!"
Karen tightened her lips and went up the steps hurrying to Chris' room.
Chris rolled over and eyed the LED on his clock moaning at the time. He stretched and pushed himself out of bed. With the virtually permanent erection of a teenager bouncing and leading the way he dashed for the bathroom.
Chris Micheals had developed slowly, was even held back and started school a year later. Now as a senior and having just turned eighteen, his body was just beginning to catch up to his age. His life was suddenly full of the typical teenage adventures, problems and hormones that should have passed years earlier. His mind was pretty much consumed with one thought.
As he turned at the corner of his door he ran headlong into his Mother, grabbing her to keep them from falling. His erection was almost painfully and certainly conspicuously thrust between them.
"Dammit Chris!" Karen yelled....
Chris held her as they struggled to keep their balance.
"Jeez, sorry, mom, I was just trying to hurry, I know, I'm late." He braced himself for her angry reply.
"Chris, I've been yelling for you to get up for fifteen minutes. And watch where you're going with that thing," Karen snapped as she glanced down at the front of his pajama bottoms.
She immediately blushed realizing what she had said and was further embarrassed by looking down at the tented front of his pajamas. Quickly looking back up she seen the startled look on his face.
Karen threw her hands up stepping back, "I'm sorry Chris, I'm sorry. I've just had a lot of things on my mind and we're both running late. Next time just... just be more careful and watch where your going. If you would get up on time you wouldn't be in such a rush."
She turned away but Chris saw her cheeks were flushed with anger or embarrassment, or both. The acute sexual nature of the contact wasn't lost to either of them.
"Ok mom, next time I'll watch where I'm... going." he retorted. "With this thing," he added to his thoughts.
He had been startled at her anger but even more so at his nervy reply. "Now why in the hell had he opened his big mouth and said something so stupid. He was only going to make it worse."
Karen didn't respond, she only looked back at him out of the corner of her eye. They got through breakfast with quick goodbyes and Chris hurried out the door to school.
Karen Micheals was a Realtor with a large commercial property firm. At thirty-nine Karen was still very good looking and considered quite a successful woman. Commercial property was male dominated and it was a struggle to find acceptance and succeed. She had to go in early today and was already dressed in her typical business attire, tight dark blue skirt about three inches above the knees and white pearl buttoned blouse, two buttons open, a hint of cleavage. She learned quickly that the aura of sex sold and she used it, sparingly but wisely, and never socialized. The week was going to be a crazy one but it was going to be doing what she really enjoyed, negotiating commercial property contracts.
Karen quickly finished cleaning up from breakfast. She paused and laughed at herself. The not so subtle impression of Chris against her, well it had been quite awhile since she had felt something quite like that. She could still feel it. Karen wistfully remembered dancing with her husband, the outline of him pressed tightly against her in much the same fashion. Her ex-husband, Thomas, was a lawyer and spent too much time on his practice. Karen wondered if that had been an excuse for her to spend more time driving herself up the corporate ladder. They just seemed to pass in the night and that hadn't been often enough to save their marriage. It wasn't always like that. There were times she ached for those intimate moments that they had. Like those little moments when she could feel the hard length of him pressed tightly against her, knowing he wanted her, that she could make him desire her.
Sighing to herself she considered, "Oh well, there was always her big pillow. But it still didn't take the place of," and her face flushed warm again as she remembered Chris against her. She chided herself for the thought, scolded herself for her sharp words remembering his brusque reply. "Well, he'll get over it."
Grabbing her briefcase she rushed out to work.
Chris had never considered his mom in a sexual manner. Well, he remembered thinking it was pretty cool checking out her panties and bra in the clothes hamper once or twice. Although he had never really thought sexually about her before, nor other girls for that matter, Pandora's box had been opened and now his interest was piqued. At the end of the day, while walking home, he was unable to remember a single thing that had occurred. The whole day at school was a total blank, but he could vividly remember the feeling of his erection pressed tightly against his mom this morning.
Walking into the house he didn't expect his mom for a couple hours. They rarely ate before six and then often ate carryout as her work left little time for cooking. He threw his books on the bed and thought about what to do.
Chris slipped into his Mom's room and looked around. Moving to her dresser, he slid open the top right drawer. His fingers slipped over the smooth nylon and cotton material of her panties. Holding a pair up Chris tried to picture his mom wearing them. "Damn," he mumbled, eyes closed as his imagination pictured her in the next logical and provocative picture. Chris carefully laid the panties back in the drawer and closed it.
He started to turn away, then opened several others. In the top left her toy lay in back behind her hose and socks. He stared agape at the smooth life like latex. Holding it in his hand, suddenly realizing where it had been, the image of his mom with it burned into his mind. He carefully laid it back in the drawer and picked up a little bottle of lubricant. It had been opened so he knew she had used it.
Closing the drawer, pausing, he reopened it to remember exactly how everything lay. Heart pounding, he went back to his room, quickly undressed and went to his favorite place, the shower, to relieve the tremendous erection he now had.
Karen came home with some supper and they sat quietly eating. She asked about school and his plans for the summer. Chris watched her, his glances no longer the innocent ones of the days before. He had never really noticed the smooth curve of her hips or the softness of her thighs as her skirt rode higher when she sat at the table. Never noticed the bounce or shake of her ass as she walked across the room or stood at the sink washing dishes. As she stretched and her breasts pressed tightly against her blouse he stared wishing he could see the outline of her nipple.
Later after their evening baths he could barely keep his eyes from the impressions her breasts were making through the robe and blatantly gazed as it fell open for a moment and her nipples were clearly outlined through her old nightshirt.
That night he did something he would have never dreamed of. With his eyes closed and his hand moving smoothly over his hard aching cock, he thought of his Mom, of the feel of his cock against her that morning. As he came in almost painful spurts, her image raced through his mind...
The next morning they passed in the hall as she walked to her room still in her night clothes and robe. He made an exaggerated move aside giving her room. Chris tortured himself with thoughts of the previous morning. He knew she only slept in a "T" and panties or a teddy and that would be all she had on under her robe.
