Jennifer was seated at the kitchen table, accompanied by her son Andrew, sitting on the opposite side. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Mere minutes ago, they had caught each other masturbating. Andrew had been standing in the hallway, stroking his cock while watching his mother through the gap in her open bedroom door, as she fucked herself silly with a rabbit vibrator. She had been streaming it for potentially the whole world to see, too, but hopefully, her son was not aware of that.
Jennifer had thrown on a long white bathrobe, in a hasty attempt to provide herself with some semblance of modesty. Underneath it, she was still wearing the slutty, sexy outfit she had picked out for the cam show. A sloppily buttoned white blouse covered her upper body and her heavy, red-flushed breasts, which were hanging freely underneath. Finding comfortable bras for her large breasts was an ordeal, and for this reason, she pretty much always went braless at home. That, and the stimulation it provided her constantly stiff mommy nipples.
Her legs were still clad in sheer black stockings and high-heeled pumps, below a grey pencil skirt, chosen for the secretary-esque vibe it gave off. They were still trembling slightly from her recent orgasms, the stockings and hem of the skirt visibly soaked from her voluminous squirting. She was painfully aware of her throbbing pussy, which was still leaking with desire, further wetting her skirt and robe. A few light touches would probably send her off into orgasm-land again. This sensation, combined with the residing tension and awkwardness between her and her son, resulted in a very strange feeling. Would she finally break the taboo?
Andrew had grown into quite a stud at the young age of 18. He had started college earlier this year, but still visited his mother at home frequently, occasionally bringing his girlfriend Miriam along. He had an older sister, Alyssa, aged 21, who was studying at a different college. Sadly for Jennifer, her daughter did not come visit her as frequently these days.
Fidgeting with his phone and looking around the kitchen at anything and everything except his mother, Jennifer couldn't help but admire her son's good looks. She was a tall woman at 5'9", but he was taller still, standing a few inches above six feet. His hair was light brown, slightly darker than Jennifer's and Alyssa's natural blonde, and he had gorgeous blue eyes like the rest of the family. His body was well sculpted, to say the least. Slim, with taut muscles, he was built like a true athlete.
Jennifer struggled with guilt over finding her son so hot. She knew that it was wrong. Yet, it had been he who had crept up his own mother as she masturbated, jerking his hard cock at the show she had unknowingly given not just to the world, but her son as well. Was it really that wrong, if they were both into it? Nobody else had to find out. How could it possibly be wrong if it made them both feel good?
"Do you want to talk about what just happened?" she finally said, after long, awkward minutes of silence and pondering.
Her son blew a long, exasperated breath through his teeth, while continuing to look at everything in the kitchen except his mother. He seemed to be going through some kind of internal struggle, which was definitely understandable. Plenty of boys his age were into older women, Jennifer thought for sure, but how many of them fancied their own mothers? That must be tough to deal with.
Seeing her son struggle awoke a motherly instinct within Jennifer. She would take the lead and guide him through this, whichever direction he wanted to take it in. As long as it helped ease the burden he was so obviously struggling to carry right now. She knew which direction *she* wanted to take it in, for sure. She loved her kids more than anything in the whole universe, and her stud of a son had grown into such a sexy man, she could barely take her eyes off him. That probably explained why her pussy would not stop dripping, even though her last orgasm had subsided quite a few minutes ago now.
She stood up and walked slowly around the table, high heels clicking against the kitchen floor. Andrew was staring at his phone now, holding it so tightly in his hands that his arms were visibly shaking. Poor guy.
Once she had rounded the table and arrived at her son's side, she placed a soft hand on his back. His shoulders tensed up something fierce. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and boxers, the same outfit he had been jerking off in a short while ago. Jennifer wondered if his cock was still hard, as she couldn't see his crotch from this angle.
"Honey, I love you so so much. Words cannot even express..." Jennifer said, sighing softly as she tried to think of what to say next. "I don't ever want to make you feel uncomfortable, or weird, or force you to do something against your will. Always remember that." His shoulders seemed to relax the tiniest bit at that. "I saw what you were doing, and you were clearly watching me. You liked it, there's no hiding from that. And, truth be told, I liked it too. You have grown up to become a very sexy man, and I hope you know that."
Andrew put the phone on the table and slumped back in the chair, still tense, with an intense expression on his face. His mother's hand was stroking his back softly, running its fingers from his neck to halfway down his spine. She wasn't sure what else to say, how to continue this conversation. How to... escalate it. But she had to try.
Jennifer swallowed heavily. "If you want to... explore this more, I am here for you. It will be our secret, I promise." She allowed a few of her fingers to go past his neck, feeling his soft hairs between their tips.
Her son stood up, blue eyes tense and squinting, looking at something on the other side of the kitchen wall. He tried to cover up the tent in his shorts raised by his erect cock with his hands, but it was too late, Jennifer had already seen it. At least his body was still into it.
"Mom, I really don't know what to say," Andrew said. "This is just... too much. Shit, I have Miriam to think about too, what I did was wrong. I feel like I pretty much just cheated on her with you."
"Andrew, dear, we are family. There is no such thing as 'cheating', when it comes to us. Trust me," Jennifer tried to explain. She wasn't quite sure if she believed what she was saying.
"Yeah, maybe... but still!" Andrew raised a hand to point at his mother, revealing his erection tent in all its glory. Jennifer couldn't help but crack a smile at that. Andrew put his hand back down, face turning even redder than before. "Fuck, I just don't know. I don't know..."
Jennifer embraced her son in a tight hug, almost out of instinct of seeing him so flustered. His cock pressed into her hips. He was harder than steel, and his body remained just as stiff. "It's a lot to process. For me too," she said. "I just want you to feel comfortable and... loved. It's what mothers want for their children, that's all. I don't think there is anything wrong with exploring ways of expressing that, you know?"
Andrew was stiff as a plank. He broke free from his mother's tight embrace, finally looking her in the eyes. "I really don't know,mom. This is weird. I need to think about it," he said, and took off running up the stairs. She heard his bedroom door close.
