Sooner or later there comes a time in some young men's lives when their perception of their Mother will change. She will go from being just Mom to something more primal, something more sexual. It's impossible to say what will trigger this change, a fleeting glimpse of an exposed breast, a Mother's sweet embrace that lasted just a little bit too long, or perhaps by nothing at all. Hormones will rage and imaginations will take flight when the demons whisper that anything is possible. When this transition will occur is anybody's guess. For Timothy Green it was just about to happen.
Sarah Green was stretched out on the couch still dressed in her work clothes, a pale blue silk blouse and knee length black skirt. On her legs she wore tan stockings held up by an old-fashioned white garter belt. She loved the way the garter belt made her feel sexy. She'd gotten home from the office where she was a legal secretary around five-thirty and went about her normal routine. After placing her purse on the stand near the front door and hanging up her blazer, she'd gone into the kitchen and made dinner. She'd decided since it was Friday she'd treat herself to a few glasses of wine. A few had turned into several. Frustrated with trying to find something to watch she had switched off the TV and just enjoyed the quiet time and the wine. Without realizing it she had slowly slid down on the couch and drifted off with her head propped on the arm of it. The darker the room got, the deeper she slept.
He felt cursed. First his girlfriend that he had been living with decided she no longer liked their arrangement. Since the place was in her name he had been forced to ask his Mom if he could stay at her house until he could find a place of his own. The thought of being twenty-one and living with his Mother didn't sit too well with him. Then, to make matters worse his boss at the lumber mill informed him that he was going to be working the swing shift for a couple months. That was two weeks ago. So instead of getting home at a decent hour he was trudging into the house closer to midnight. His Mom had taken it upon herself to make sure he had a meal waiting for him when he got home. All he had to do was throw it into the microwave.
As was his routine he entered the house through the back door and went straight to the kitchen after getting home. He placed the plate of food in the microwave, took a beer out of the fridge and drank several swallows. It wasn't long before the dinger on the microwave chimed. After devouring the food and putting his dish in the dishwasher he downed the beer and took another to sip in the front room. Like most nights he was bone tired. He figured he'd drink the beer, watch a little TV then jump in the shower before turning in. He was grateful that he had the next two days off.
Timothy made his way to the front room, the light from the kitchen barely illuminating the end of the couch. He sat down and reached up to the lamp on the end table and turned it on. The light from the 40-watt bulb lit up the couch and some of the surrounding area. He turned and started to reach for the remote that was always kept on the coffee table when he saw his Mother lying there. His breath caught in his throat. His Mother was on her back with one arm draped over her eyes and the other one was dangling off the side of the couch. She had spread her outside leg over enough that her foot had fallen to the floor while her other leg was bent at the knee and leaning against the back of the couch. Her skirt was hiked up to the point that Timothy could clearly see her crotch. She had on a pair of pale blue satin panties that almost matched the color of her blouse. Somehow the panties had worked their way into her cleft leaving her puffy outer lips exposed. The sight of her lightly furred lips combined with the garter belt had an immediate impact on him. He felt his penis begin to swell. Shame washed over him instantly. This was his Mother he was looking at. Never in his life had he thought of her in any way other than as the woman who gave him life and unconditional love. But now his thoughts were taking a disturbing turn. Try as he might he couldn't tear his eyes away from her exposed crotch, nor could he stop the blood from rushing to his cock. Disgusted with himself he stood, gazed one more time at his Mother's partially exposed womanhood, and then fled back to the safety of the kitchen. He leaned against the counter near the sink and gulped down the beer. His emotions were torn between the love he felt for his Mom and the pure unadulterated lust that swelled in his pants. He got another beer from the fridge then leaned back against the counter sipping it slowly, praying his penis would deflate quickly.
Sarah heard her son come into the room and sit down. She opened her eyes just enough to peek under the arm she had over her face. As soon as the light came on she realized how obscenely she was laying, but for some reason chose not to do anything about it. She watched her boy turn his head and spy her wanton display. His eyes grew wide and the hand holding his beer began to tremble, but he didn't look away. She noticed the look of hunger on his face; the same look of hunger his Dad used to get before they made love. She felt a tiny spark seep into her pussy, she was sure she was getting wet. When her son stood up the spark almost turned into a flame. His pants were bulged way out in front. She felt the increase in her vaginal secretions. This was so wrong she told herself. How could her own son be arousing her? Granted, it had been some time since she'd felt a man, any man, inside her. Five years to be exact. That's how long it has been since Mike, her husband of more than twenty years, had died in an auto accident. As soon as Tim was out of the room she jumped up and raced to her bedroom.
Timothy struggled with his emotions for a bit before deciding to return to the front room. His mind fought with the idea of gazing at his Mother's charms some more, or being a good son and covering her up. He wasn't about to wake her. If he did he was sure she would know that he'd been looking at things he shouldn't be looking at. Relief washed over him when he saw that she was no longer on the couch. He sat down and sipped at his beer, the image of her nearly naked crotch burned into his brain.
Sarah quietly shut the door to her darkened bedroom then leaned back against it. Her hands were clasped together at her chest and her heart was racing. She couldn't get the image of her sons bulge out of her head. Nor could she quell the tingling in her vagina. What's wrong with you, that is your son you're lusting over she reminded herself. Shaking her head to clear away the whispering demons of lust, she flipped on the light and walked over in front of her dresser mirror. Slowly she began to undress. When everything was at a heap around her feet she glanced in the mirror and studied her figure. Her eyes lingered over her breasts capped with large dark brown areolas. She was proud of them. Even at forty-three they still hung firm and full on her chest. She wasn't surprised to see that her eraser-sized nipples were stiff. Her eyes traveled over the smooth flat stomach and down to the modest, trimmed brown bush on her mound. One hand came up and lightly touched a nipple. It was super sensitive. She shuddered. She shuddered once more when the same hand went down over her tummy and found her mound, the middle fingertip making contact with her aroused clitoris. She pressed the finger tighter against the bud. The small orgasm that followed caught her completely by surprise. The demons in her head whispered their approval.
Timothy Green was fighting his own whispering demons. You want what you saw, don't you, they whispered over and over. Disgust, shame and lust ripped through him at the same time. Frustrated he finished his beer and went to the bathroom next to his Mother's bedroom. Not thinking he forgot to shut the door all the way before he stripped and climbed under the water in the shower. As he lathered himself up the picture of his Mom's pussy pushed to the front of his brain. By the time he started to lather up his genitalia his cock was almost completely hard. The slickness of the soap combined with the warmth of his hand felt too good. Closing his eyes he let his fingers wrap around the thick shaft of his penis and he started slowly stroking it.
Sarah threw on her fluffy floor length robe and stepped out of her bedroom. She was going to see if Tim was still up. Maybe if she talked with him then the unhealthy urge would purge itself from her being. As she neared the bathroom she noticed the door was ajar and the water was running. The demons whispered loudly. Slowly she inched the door further open until she was able to see the shower stall. The droplets of water on the clear glass door did nothing to mask the sight of her son. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes fell upon Tim's hand stroking what appeared to be a seven-inch penis that was hard and thick. She couldn't take her eyes off it. As if her hand had a mind of its own she reached into the opening at the top of her robe and touched her fingertips to the stiff ripe nipple of her right breast. An involuntary gasp escaped her lips.
Timothy heard the gasp and opened his eyes to slits. His hand worked his cock as his head tilted just enough to see the bathroom door. The sight of his Mother standing in the doorway with one hand over her mouth and the other one hidden inside the folds of her robe caused him to swell even more. He knew he should stop what he was doing, but knowing that his Mom was watching him masturbate only heightened the pleasure he was feeling. He closed his eyes again and started stroking his cock faster and faster. The mental image of his Mother's nakedness danced in his head while the demons whispered their encouragement. Turning to face the shower door he opened his eyes and stared directly at her, just as the largest load of semen he'd ever shot blasted against the clear glass door and ran down the front of it. The demons in his head whispered their delight as his knees buckled and he slumped back against the shower wall, his hand pumping the last vestiges of cum from his balls.
The flame in Sarah Green's pussy ignited as she watched her son's sperm run down the front of the shower door. Her pussy quivered and fluid seeped out to dribble down the inside of her thighs. She choked back a moan as she ran to her bedroom. As soon as she had her door shut she flung off her robe, flipped off the light and jumped onto the bed. She bit down on the knuckles of one hand as she shoved two fingers from the other deep into her soaked slit. The demons whispered merrily as her back arched off the bed and her body stiffened, caught in the throes of the most exquisite orgasm that she'd ever experienced.
