This story is something I have wanted to explore for some time now. It is a new genre for me so go easy and as always please let me know what you think!
As usually all characters are 18+ and they live in a world where there is always consent.
This work includes kinks related to incest, cum eating, public play, and others that some might find offensive. If this is not something you enjoy, you are free to read another story instead.
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My name is Alice and like any mother sending her son off to college, it could be a challenge. I still felt like he was my baby even after 19 years. My son, Scott, was going to a state school about 3 hours away. It was a compromise we settled on together since I felt like it was close enough to home and offered a good education, while he felt like it was far enough for him to be his own person and enjoyed the fact that he could play D2 lacrosse.
Scott had always been athletic and with a frame that was over 6 feet tall, he never had a hard time with any sport. He found lacrosse and by senior year was captain and loved by the couch and his teammates.
Scott was my first and he had two younger sisters that would still be living at home. I loved them dearly but there was something different between a mother and her son compared to a mother and her daughters.
Today was a special day him and I were going shopping together and I was going to help him finalize everything and packing for college. I already helped him order a lot of the stuff online, but he wanted to get some new outfits and rather try them on so he knew they would fit right and look "cool" enough.
We made our way to the mall and started in one of those trendy teen stores, you know the ones that always smell like cologne. Not to my surprise, we didn't find anything worthwhile, and I convinced him to try one of the department stores instead.
"Ok fine mom, we will give it a try" he said.
I knew he wasn't happy about this. He needed my help and we both knew that, but I don't think any teenage boy wants to spend the day shopping with his mom. For me I was just happy to be spending time together.
We picked out a couple of nice shirts and sweaters and found a suit that I thought would fit him perfect along with 2 pairs of pants. Once we had everything, we made our way to the dressing room.
Right when we walked in, I noticed him blush as he realized it was one of those older type dressing rooms. It didn't have defined rooms and doors, rather it was one large room with a couple of curtains here and there and a bunch of mirrors. Thankfully we were the only ones there on this random Tuesday afternoon.
"I umm ahh..." he started to say looking at me confused. "Should I just try them on while you wait outside, and I can keep coming to show you?" He asked.
"Don't be silly, that would take forever Scott!" I said.
"Don't worry, I won't look." I smirked. "And even if I did, it's not like there is anything I haven't seen before. I'm your mom, remember?" I teased slightly.
"Yeah, umm ahh ok." he said as he set the cloths down on a small stool in the corner.
I grabbed another stool and sat down. He looked back at me again, as if to check one last time, before turning towards the mirror.
His shirt came off first, then he quickly slipped into one of the sweaters we picked. I had to admit, I was surprised at what I had seen. It had been a few years since I had seen him undressed and I had no idea Scott was so, well, ripped.
He turned around and showed off the sweater to me. "What do you think?" he asked.
"Oh, I love it!" I said, suddenly noticing for the first time the impressive muscles in his arms as the material hugged him tightly.
He grinned, turning around, and slipping it off before grabbing the next one.
I am not sure why, but I couldn't take my eyes off his chest. It was the perfect balance of muscle and trim. Not like a body builder, but like someone on the front of a magazine cover.
"Get a hold of yourself!" I thought to myself. "He is your son; you can't think like this!"
I closed my eyes and shook my head, as if to try and erase the image from my mind as he turned for my opinion again. "It fits nice, but I don't love that color honestly" I told him.
H turned back and looked at himself in the mirror again as he tilted his head.
"Yeah, your right." he said. "Thanks mom." he smiled.
I just smiled back, trying not to watch as he again exposed his chest. He had a nice amount of chest hair but nothing too overpowering. He wasn't a bear, but it was enough to show he was a man rather than a boy. I could feel my heart rate starting to increase whether I liked it or not.
I shifted in my seat and crossed my legs. He looked back at me, and I just hoped he didn't notice anything.
Tossing the two sweaters to the side, he grabbed a pair of pants next. He looked up at me in the reflection of the mirror, as if to check again, and I quickly turned away slightly giving him a little smirk.
From the corner of my eye, I watched, as he quickly unbuttoned his jeans, opened the zipper and pushed them down to his ankles and slipped out of them in one quick motion. Standing there in only his boxers for just a moment before he grabbed the new pair and pulled them up his legs. I kept looking away as I watched him tuck himself in slightly and zip up his fly before calling out to me.
"Ok, what about these?" he asked.
I turned back and took a moment to examine him. They fit very nicely and hugged his legs slightly, showing off his toned ass.
"Actually, I love them." I smiled. "They fit you very well and are quiet flattering."
I noticed him blush slightly as he turned and looked at himself in the mirror.
"Thanks, I like them too." He confirmed.
This time I just kept my gaze as he casually unzipped his fly and pushed the pants down to around his ankles. It was the first time I had ever gotten a glimpse of him in just a pair of boxers in years. His legs were toned with strong calves and his butt was small but looked very firm. He was wearing a pair of black boxers that hugged his upper thighs tightly and left little to the imagination. The shape of his ass was clearly visible but his crotch was a bit more hidden, only a slight bulge in the front.
He reached down to pull the pants off and our eyes met in the mirror as he stood back up. We both looked away quicky and he tossed the pants to the side and grabbed the next pair. I could tell he moved quicker this time and before I knew it, he was zipping them up.