Deborah lay stretched out on a beach towel next to the pool. Her goal for this hot August day was to shock some color into her soft creamy skin. She'd gotten bored of her romance novel hours ago and there she lay dozing in the sun, her bikini top unfastened so she wouldn't ruin the perfect tan she hoped to achieve.
Life had been good lately. She'd managed to send two of her three children out into the real world without any consequences. Doug, her ex-husband was finally out of her life, and she'd finally convinced Ian, her eighteen year old son to go to community college. She even figured out a way to motivate him to do well: by promising to fulfill one of his wishes every time he got an A.
Brandon's first quarter had gone well, he'd gotten A's in nearly every class. She'd had to fork over a sizeable amount in order to deliver the vintage corvette he'd bargained for, but as far as she was concerned it was well worth it. In fact, his next report card was due any day now.
Deborah was so engrossed in her mid afternoon day dreaming that she didn't notice Ian come home. He was usually a loud boy, but not today. She had finished her vodka tonic twenty minutes ago and her tongue was getting dry.
"Well, since no one's home..." She said to herself as she stood up, leaving her bikini top on the towel. Her nipples became taut as she stretched and let the light afternoon breeze blow over her overheated body. She walked casually into the kitchen, catching a glimpse of her immaculate body in the sliding glass door. For forty-five she looked pretty damn good.
When she got into the kitchen she set her glass on the counter and opened the freezer; she'd never stood in front of an open freezer topless. The sudden realization made her hot. She removed the ice cubes and the vodka from their icy haven and pulled the tonic out of the fridge. As she twisted the ice tray, two cubes flew out onto the floor. She sighed and bent over, her tight ass high in the air.
"Mom?" A surprised Ian called from behind her.
Deborah shot up and turned around, her heavy breasts swinging into full view before she could cover them with her ice cube laden hands.
Ian's eyes grew large. "Uh, excuse me," he said, staring at her breasts before he bolted out of the kitchen and upstairs.
Deborah's heart was racing. Had that really just happened? She ran into the laundry room and grabbed her robe, which she had just conveniently washed, out of the washer. She pulled the damp terry cloth over her electrified skin and headed upstairs.
She paused at the end of the hall, trying to formulate the conversation she was going to have with her son. How embarrassing, was all she could think. She took a deep breath, and headed down the hall. Once she was at his door , instead of knocking she swung the door open; an act she immediately regretted.
Ian was on his bed, fervently stroking his glistening ten-inch cock.
"Oh my!" Deborah exclaimed as she turned to go.
She was nearly out the door when Ian yelled, "No, please mom. We need to talk."
