Dear readers, this is my first story on Mother-Son involvement and I hope I captured the proper mood. As usual, the story is fictitious and all characters are eighteen and over. Thank you for your interest.
I remember that September day when I came home unexpectedly and discovered mom using a vibrator.
She had not expected me to be home at that time but, because the college exam scheduled for that day had been postponed, I had come home to get myself off and play games on my PC.
As I was going upstairs to my room, I heard a buzzing noise and, reaching the top floor, I realized the sound came from my parents' room. I knew what it was because I had seen a vibrator on its charger on mom's dresser one time when she was in the shower.
I had no wish to embarrass either of us so I turned back, made my way downstairs and got back on my bike to get away from the house. I could not blame mom since I jacked off several times a week myself. My parents had been married for almost twenty years, mom worked from home and dad was away on business trips almost all the time so their sexual life could not have been all that great. Though mom was only thirty-eight, I did not think she had sex very often and that would explain the vibrator. I had never thought much about mom's sexual life before that day and the idea of my mother using a vibrator made me rather uneasy. Since I'm an only child, I could not discuss what I had seen with a brother or anyone else.
I came home around five-thirty and mom was in the kitchen. She wore some kind of housecoat and was getting dinner ready. I did not say anything about the exam postponement. As I watched her going about her business in the kitchen, I suddenly became aware that my own mother was turning me on; I could feel myself getting hard because of the weird thoughts I was having. I could not help really looking my mother over and I began to see things about her that I found exciting, maybe because of the sexual mood that I was in. Amazingly, I got very hard as I understood for the first time how sexy my mother was. Though her tits were not especially large, I could see her body was quite alluring under the tightly belted garment she wore. Mom was about my height and exercised at her gym regularly. My friends had often remarked they thought my mother was hot but, since it was mom, I had not particularly noticed how good she looked in that particular regard. Now, watching her move about the kitchen, I could see why they thought so. I could feel mom's sexiness for myself as I watched her and I soon had to go to my room to get off.
Mother worked at her computer every morning but she took most afternoons off. On nice days, following her gym workout, she would often put on a bathing suit to swim and read beside our large in-ground pool.
That night, I could not stop thinking of what it would feel like to speak about what I felt with mom. I certainly did not want to have sex with my mother but I could not help myself once I was in bed and I jerked off, imagining she was masturbating me.
The next day was Saturday and I stayed in bed until noon. As I ate breakfast, I could see mom outside, reclining on her pool lounge so I went outside with my coffee cup. I kissed mom and told her that I would get some sun since it was such a beautiful day. Mother wore a sharp yellow one-piece bathing suit. She had put sunscreen on her long tanned legs and they glistened in the sun.
Mother's thick curly auburn hair fell to her shoulders and she looked very nice. Wearing sunglasses, she was lying on her back on her padded lounge chaise and just soaked the sun's warmth. I knew mom was thirty-eight but I thought she did not look a day older than Pam, our pretty neighbor, whose thirtieth birthday party had been celebrated with a party around our pool a few weeks earlier.
I went to my room for my swim trunks and, since I was getting hard, I took no chances and masturbated. I did not want to feel uneasy with mom and it seemed safer to relieve my libido, given the strange thoughts I had been having about her of late.
When I finished, I grabbed a big towel and went back out. "Hey mommy, how about a swim?"
"Later Cole, I just put on lotion. Enjoy, dear, I may join you later."
I dove in and swam some lengths then got out, let the sun dry me off a bit then asked mom to put sunscreen on my back. I sat beside her and she rubbed my back, shoulders and arms with lotion. When I stood by the chair she said she would do my legs. This was probably not a good idea because I produced a hard-on in no time at all. The feeling of my mother's hands on my thighs was exciting and she could not help notice what was happening to me. For some reason, I couldn't help playing with fire and, instead of walking away or trying to hide my hard-on, I just stood facing her with the tent in my shorts blatantly visible.
"Looks like we're having a situation here, Cole"! Mom looked at my boner and stopped doing my legs.
"I'm sorry, mommy. I've been getting hard recently whenever I'm near you. I can't seem to help it".
Mom got up and brought her hands up around my neck tenderly.
