She didn't shut the door to her bedroom as she prepared for bed. She knew her son, Rick would be watching even though they both knew it was wrong. She knew she couldn't stop herself or him. She threw her hair into a ponytail. Stripping her dress, stocking and shoes off, she looked at herself in the mirror now only in her lacy bra and panties. She knew her forty year old body still turned heads, and she loved it, loved the thrill of put herself on display for men, even if that man was her own son. Grabbing a t-shirt out of her dresser and removed her bra, it felt good to free her breasts for confines of her bra. Her hands massaged her breasts and before she could stop herself she begin rolling her nipples.
Her pussy begin to tingle. She didn't need to get her juices flowing if she did she would start thinking about her son and that wasn't right. She slipped on the t-shirt. The shirt barely covered half her panty covered ass. For a second she thought of turning her back to the open door and sliding her panties down off her hips. Show off her creamy white ass, let Rick know she was in bed almost naked. But that would be almost invited him in and she couldn't do that. She never could bring herself to do that but she never turned him away neither, to her shame.
Climbing in to bed and she made herself comfortable. The warmth of the bed and soft sheets caressed her body. In a way, it felt that way he felt, when pressed against her spooning his warm body against her. Again her thoughts turned to him, the tingle in her pussy growing. As she thought of him she wondered "How could something that felt so good be wrong?" but She knew the answer to her question. Sighing she pushed thoughts of her son away to fall asleep.
She had no ideal how long she had been asleep when she was stirred by the feeling of someone climbing in on the other side of the bed. She stirred and moaned lightly as the covers were shifted and the pillows reallocated beside her.
She felt her pussy moisten and nipples harden. Her heart began to race as her illicit desires for her son to touch her swirled through her mind. But even as she caught up in her lustful thoughts, deep down she knew it was wrong but she couldn't help herself.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on blocking her dirty thoughts of her son lying next to her, but she quickly realized that was going to be harder than she could imagine. As she felt her son body press up against her. She felt his hot breath through her hair and on her neck. His left hand rested on her thigh, she could feel his ever hardening cock through his boxers, pressing into her ass.
After several long minutes of pretend to be asleep even snoring slightly, she felt her son move a gently humping of his hips against her ass. Then he whispered.
"I knew you're wake. you so gorgeous mom. So sexy. I watched you tonight, undressing and your rubbed your tits. I watch you and you want me to. Mmmmm." he slowly moaned, burying his nose into the curls of her hair and inhaling.
He pressed harder into her, her erection rubbing against the crack of her ass.
"you shouldn't be doing this." she whispered, trying to offer a protest even as his hand clutched her hips, allowing him to pull her ass against his crotch as his grinding motion increased.
"Why it feels so good, doesn't it Mom?" he countered as he moved his lips to her neck and gently kissed her flesh, his grinding hips continued to press into her, now met freely by movements of her ass. "Isn't this want you want?"
Her body betrayed her. She knew this is want she wanted. She was always teasing her nineteen year old son. Show herself off to him and even his teenage friends, she knew that his friends talked to him about her. Talked about her in a dirty way that guys like to talk about a woman they wanted to fuck. She always want him to make the first move, so she wouldn't be burden by the thought she was seducing her own son. Even though she was and she knew it.
Her handsome, nineteen year old son, soon to be off to college. Soon to have a college girlfriend and a life without her in it. She was jealous, she wanted him all to herself. Wanted him to pleasure her and her him, the way a woman's body could pleasure a man. To live not a mother and son but as boyfriend and girlfriend But she knew she could never have it that way. He needed his own life.
