So began a new and even more interesting chapter in Justin's and my relationship. Outwardly, nothing had changed, except I noticed he was even more physically affectionate with me than normal. He would hug me and hold me longer against him, or kiss my cheek, but his lips would linger or land much closer to my own than they used to. Sometimes when he hugged me, I would feel his cock press into my belly, as he seemed to perpetually sport a hard on at all times now. It was intoxicating and erotic, to know that any man was that aroused by my very presence. That it was my son was mattering less and less all the while to me. He was simply an attractive, virile young man that found me desirable. If I wanted to be completely honest with myself, it was like having Brad back again in a way, for Justin reminded me so much of him every day.
I discovered after overhearing a conversation between Justin and Darcy that he had talked to Jim and explained to him that something very disconcerting had happened to me at the party. Even though Jim pressed him, Justin had refused to tell him what the incident had been, as he knew I didn't want Jim to know. I had wondered why there had been no more phone calls after an initial one that I didn't answer, but I hadn't questioned it, I was so relieved. Now I was finding out that my son had protected me from the pain of having to tell Jim anything. He told Darcy that Jim had been worried and sad, but that he himself was too concerned that I might have to see the rapist again at some future function to worry about Jim's feelings. He had apparently been as gentle as he could when he told Jim I wouldn't see him again, but it had made him feel terrible when Jim had professed his love for me and said he had planned to ask me to marry him. The confirmation of my suspicion was both thrilling and saddening for me. I also heard Justin tell Darcy that he had 'taken care of the other situation as well'. The sound of that was somewhat ominous, and I figured the less I knew about what he meant the better.
The end of the summer was slowly approaching, and I knew soon Justin would be back in college. The time we had now would be shortened considerably once he was in class again. He had taken to sleeping in my bed every night since the night of the party. Some nights he would wait until I was 'asleep', and then he would spoon me, holding me close, gently cupping and caressing my breasts from behind, letting his hard cock press into my ass, but not going any further. I never wore panties to bed now, so he would push my gown up and press himself against my bare flesh. A few times he humped against the crack of my ass until he came, playing with my breasts the whole time. Most nights he would wait until he thought I was sleeping and then he would undress me, kiss me, lick and suck my nipples and my clit, and fuck me over and over again. It was so erotic to lie in the darkness and feel my son's warm and wet mouth slide from my neck down to a breast. He would slowly lave my nipple and tease it to hardness and then suckle it as hard as he could. Sometimes he would whisper softly to me, telling me how incredibly hot I made him and how all he wanted was to fuck me all the time. Eventually, he even began to 69 with me, pushing his steel hard dick into my mouth, and pumping away as he drank from my gushing wellspring, coaxing me to lubrication easily with his talented tongue.
Justin was still dating Darcy as well, and there were nights he came to me after fucking her. It was especially erotic if he slid his cock into my mouth on those nights, for I could taste and smell her on him. It was almost like sharing her with him, which aroused me even more. She was a lovely girl, and I couldn't help fantasizing as I peeked at them on our sofa. I thought of being able to slip into the room and start touching both of them while they were lost in the throes of passion. I wondered what their reaction would be. Would they stop and be horrified at what I was doing, or would they be so lost in pleasure that they would easily give in to what I offered to them. I couldn't be certain, so I didn't attempt what I longed for. I even imagined Justin bringing Darcy to my bed as a present for us to share. I could easily picture her lying between us, looking up at us, a little uncertain as to what might happen, and then watching Justin lean in to kiss her, while I leaned down and licked her rosy nipples. I could imagine her gasp of surprise and perhaps even fear, but I knew we could turn her fear around quickly once we began. She was a delicious morsel to be savored and I would love to help my son do so.
I began creating situations that Justin would 'accidentally' catch me in. I gardened wearing nothing but tight denim shorts and a white tank top. The shorts rode up the crack of my ass and showed off my legs. The tank was thin and I made certain that it was wet from the hose when he saw me in it, which clearly showed I was wearing no bra either. When Justin came out of the house, I felt his eyes sliding over me and I let him look for a few minutes, before getting up and turning, then pretending he had startled me. I let out a slight yelp and managed to slip in the mud, getting it all over me. "Help me up, son," I gasped, and he did. He pulled a little too hard and I went flying into him, my scantily clad form bumping him. I felt the outline of his dick in his tight shorts, pressing into me, and I wanted to spread my legs for him right there and let him take me. One of his hands slid down to cup my ass, as if he were steadying me, but I knew the real story. He wanted to feel my warm bare skin. I had a feeling he wanted to shove his hand underneath the denim and really touch me, but he didn't. That same day, I ran myself a bubble bath to soak in and pretended to forget to bring a towel in, so I had to call for Justin's help with that.
When he entered the bathroom, I was sitting in the gently steaming tub, my hair curling around my face, the tops of my breasts clearly visible. The bubbles were beginning to melt, and if someone wanted to see into the water, they now could make out my puffy nipples and soft and soapy pussy. I thanked him for the towel, then asked if he would mind washing my back for me, explaining it always felt so good to have someone do that. I mentioned his dad used to do that for me all the time, and that was all he needed to grab a washcloth. Soon my son's strong hands were gently massaging soap into my muscles, moving all over my back. I felt him get close to my arms and lifted them, stretching them forward to allow him better access. I felt him growing slightly bolder as he moved his hands under my arms and down my sides to my hips. I began moaning softly, telling him how good it felt, intentionally making it seem innocent but sexual at the same time. His fingers moved even further forward and now he practically touching the sides of my breasts. I longed for him to, and I could sense he wanted to as well. He kept moving his hands in circles in the same spot, as if debating about taking the plunge. It was maddening and erotic at the same time. I decided to tease him a bit more, so I thanked him for his help and then said I'd soak for a few more minutes. I sat up and then leaned back against the tub, closing my eyes, and giving him a perfect view of my plump breasts and rosy nipples. When I lay back, my breasts were entirely exposed to him, and I took the washcloth and began washing between my legs, seeming to ignore him, but in actuality, keenly aware of his eyes on my hand and the washcloth. I caressed and rubbed slowly, arousing myself. I opened my eyes and stared straight into his. "Honey, was there something else you wanted?" I made my voice a little husky and watched him as I continued to lazily wash my pussy.
"What? Oh, well, kinda."
Inwardly I smiled, but all I said was "What is it then?" I was curious to see what the answer would be.
"Mom. . ." Justin started to say more, but I parted my pussy lips with the cloth and began slowly washing between them now. I could see his shorts growing tighter by the second at the crotch. He swallowed hard, watching my fingers moving the washcloth softly and sensually against that most intimate place.
"Mom. . ." he began again, then cleared his throat. "Warm in here, " he muttered and got himself a drink of water from the tap. He swallowed it quickly, then looked at me again. My nipples had hardened even more from my caresses and his eyes fastened on them with hunger. I had a feeling he was fighting with himself not to come to the tub and start sucking them. Sitting up, I let the water out of the tub, and stood up, completely exposing myself to my son now.
"Justin, may I ask you something real quick?" My son was blinking rapidly and seemed to have trouble focusing on anything but my tits. "I just have a question for you."
"Um, sure, yeah. . ." My son was totally distracted by my body. It was the first time I'd been awake that he knew of when he was seeing me naked, and this seemed to put him off guard.
