It was early evening, opposite sat my son David, home for his summer vacation after successfully achieving his degree in business administration from college. Even sitting in the armchair reading a book I could feel his eyes scanning my body, watching me, stealing glances as he had done many times before. His gaze seemed to fluctuate between my breasts and my legs, I say gaze but it was more of a stare. I felt embarrassed and awkward when shifting my body in the chair, feeling as though I was blushing as he watched my breasts bounce around as I moved. It was not only when I sat in the chair he watched me. Sometimes he watched me from his bedroom window as I worked in the garden, I've even noticed him trying to conceal himself as he watched me through binoculars. I dreaded the holidays when he was home from college. I was always in a quandary whether to tell him to stop it, or even say anything. Since his father died he had been a perfect son doing everything I asked of him, we had never argued and I didn't want to embarrass or upset him.
I decided to ignore the whole situation and just get on with my life, allowing him his little pleasure watching me. In a way I was flattered and took it as a compliment that he enjoyed looking at my body, it was not very often that men looked at me in that way, not that I encouraged it, always dressing conservatively. Even before I realized, the time past so fast and David was preparing to return to college for his final year, to complete his education taking his masters' in business administration. From the day he left high school he had worked through the summer and Christmas vacations having convinced a large local engineering company to take him on to give him work experience, at a minimal wage of course. David hated working for the company and always took the last week of his vacation off so that we could spend some time together and he could get ready to return to college.
I don't think it was the company he disliked, it was his boss Mr. Rush, and a very unpopular man disliked by most, especially those in his department. He treated David like a skivvy always complaining about him to others how lazy and incompetent he was, but always took the accolades for David's work. He was a pig as well, when at the company's dance last Christmas he asked me to dance, he propositioned me. He inferred that if I slept with him he would make things easier for David and use his influence to get him full time employment once he finished college. I left him on the dance floor there and then. Unfortunately I let the incident slip out during the summer break and David made me tell him everything. At first he was furious but I managed to calm him down, then he took me in his arms and kissed me on the lips, a long and lingering kiss. After I just didn't know how to respond, I so confused, my feelings were unfathomable, never had I reacted to a kiss in that way, if he hadn't been holding me I think my knees would have buckled.
The day he left I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. I felt him pull me closer, enjoying the feeling as my breasts crushed against his chest; he called me by name, Sarah, it was more than a mother's farewell kiss to her son. It was the first time that I had ever cried when he left, even his first year when he left to attend college, I knew, that for the first time ever I would be alone, living on my own, even then I never felt sad or miserable as I did that time. I laid on his bed my face buried in his pillow, sobbing, the weight of my body squashing my breasts into his duvet, reminding me of the feeling when he pulled me close to hug me. I slipped beneath his duvet and drifted off to sleep thinking about him.
Those first few days were no better, even at work where I was employed as a paralegal in an attorney's office I was unable to concentrate, at home I kept expecting him to walk in any second. When working in the garden I would continually look up at his bedroom window hoping that he would be looking down at me or standing back in the shadows, thinking he was unobserved as he watched me through his binoculars. Some evenings I would get ready for bed, put on my nightgown and slip into his bed. I searched his room looking for something personal that I could press against my body as I lay in his bed. Initially I would dab his aftershave between my breasts then with the passing of time rub it on my nipples. When I really became desperate I would rub it along the slit of my pussy to experience a stinging sensation, making believe it was from David's face as he pleasured me with his tongue. It was around that time I began masturbating to pleasure myself, all the time pretending it was David seducing me.
Over time David had various girlfriends and was now at the age where sex had become an important part in his life, numerous times I rummaged around in his bedroom, looking through his things searching for sexual materials. During one of my last searches I found a girly magazine full of pictures of women with large breasts, from it dropped several sheets of typed manuscript which I assumed was a letter. Sitting on the edge of the bed I began to read it and shocked when I realized it was a story about a son seducing his mother. They were only type written sheets there was no heading or authors name or where it came from and I could only think that David wrote it. As I read it became obvious that it was about me or should I say us, it was all there, where he was watching the woman read a book, with her, in his words, tits bouncing around as she moved. He even picked up on my embarrassment and blushing. Then there were the times when I was out in the garden and he would watch me from his bedroom window, sometimes using binoculars. The story didn't end there, after he returned to college he would email the woman sending her subliminal messages preparing her sexually for when he finished college so she would accept his advances. The story was unfinished the last part being where he had finished college and journeying home, his mother standing at the door waiting for him, wearing a satin mini-skirt and a tight low cut "V" neck sweater, obviously braless because her large nipples were prominently displayed.
It was about a week after David left that I received his first email telling me how well he had settled in and was enjoying his classes. He also mentioned his departure and how he enjoyed our departing kiss which he said seemed to linger, he spoke of the softness of my lips and how he missed holding me in his arms. I read his email over and over again, reliving the moment we hugged, feeling his body crush my breasts as he pulled me against him, forcing the bulge in his pants against my groin. I emailed him back telling him just how much I missed him and would have preferred that parting moment to have been moment where we were reunited. Little did I realize that David would pick up on my indiscretion, which it certainly turned out to be when he suggested that moment when we were eventually reunited would be wonderful. In each of his emails he pushed the mother son relationship back a little further replacing them with a potential seduction scenario as his comments gradually became more explicit on our parting kiss. The tone of his email sounded more like a lover than a son when he wrote words like, "Due to our enforced separation, by the time I return home our love for each other would have been multiplied tenfold."
