My son Rick just arrived home from college. He was nineteen at the time. He had grown since he was last home. He was taller and his body had filled out. We were alone in the house. My husband had gone to work. I was walking down the hallway when I heard this sound. It sounded like a slapping noise. Rick's bedroom door was partly open.
I couldn't help myself. I looked in. There was my son in his back. He was stroking his cock. I couldn't believe how long he was. I must have watched for a couple of minutes. I felt myself getting wet. I left his door and walked to my bedroom. I pulled my pants down and began to move my fingers across my slit. I was actually embarrassed. My son's cock had turned me on.
Rick was certainly longer than my husband. My husband had stopped paying attention to me. I ached to have a hard prick inside me. I made myself orgasm with just my fingers. It wasn't enough, however. Later in the day, Rick was standing in the kitchen. I came up behind him and put my hands on his shoulders.
He turned are to face me.
"I'm so glad you are finally home," I told him.
He said he was happy to see me and my husband. I was trying to control myself. I raised my hand and placed it on Rick's chest and I rubbed it. Rick looked confused. He had every right to be.
"Do you ever think about me when you are at school?" I asked.
"Sure, all the time," he said.