This story is self-contained and does not require any information from part 1, 2 or 3 to enjoy it.
There are some references to the other story line but they won't detract from this story, they are intended to enhance the overall story if you are inclined to read it all.
This is written to provide background info on the entire story line and expand its scope. Everyone in these stories is over 18.
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Shannon's story -
My son John and I have always had a special relationship. He was able to confide in me many things that I don't think sons usually share with their mother. I was just 20 when he was born, so I was trying to be an adult but there was still a lot of kid in me when he was young. Even after my daughter was born a few years later we remained close.
He did not talk to his father about things, he always felt comfortable enough to talk to me. I suppose it is because he wasn't very good at sports which is where his father always placed a focus.
He was very good academically but in sports he just wasn't interested in pursuing something that he knew he would never get any better at. His academics allowed him to finish high school with an associates degree and therefore his time at University easily allowed him to complete his Bachelors and Masters in 4 years.
He did not make friends easily, so he and I remained close.
When he turned 18 things developed quite rapidly.
He sought out opportunities to see me scantily clad usually in bra and panties. He was somehow aware of when I needed help to zip and unzip my dresses, and fasten and unfasten my bra.
He was noticing and giving me attention in more than a casual way. We had a talk about how seeing me partially clothed or in lingerie aroused him. I had noticed his erections through his clothes, I let him know that I realized that was normal, even if it was caused my his mom. The relief process through masturbation was a private thing and just a normal part of becoming a man. I asked him if he wanted to limit his access to me. He of course said no, if anything, he wanted more open access.
He walked in on me totally nude more than once, of course he said it was an accident, but he did not hurry to leave or avert his eyes at all. Nor did I hastily cover up.
I walked in on him masturbating, I think perhaps he planned it on purpose. He didn't stop and I never made an issue of it and apologized for disturbing his privacy. I treated it no differently than any other thing I might be seeing him do.
I did actually see him cum once. I was walking by his room, the door was partly open, I am sure on purpose. I could see him jerking off. I was in a robe with nothing underneath so I opened his door a bit more and let my robe fall open, he came rather quickly.
In his last semester of senior year, he was 18 and still a virgin. He had girlfriends but no relationship had ever gone that far. He was depressed and confided in me that he had anxiety about going to college as a virgin.
I knew that it was something he shouldn't concern himself with but I also knew John. Whatever I said, he would still worry about it. I did not think he would push the issue with a girl and get himself into trouble but it was a possibility to consider. I needed to help him avoid that.
I arranged a weekend trip to visit a college a few hours away from home. We would head out Friday get a room and, spend Saturday in the area getting a tour of the school and then head back home on Sunday.
I had decided that I would use this trip to solve John's virginity problem. I viewed this then the same as I do now, a mother always does for her child what she needs to do.
I have never considered it as cheating, although I know some people would. I didn't see John as another man or that this was going outside of my marriage. On the contrary, my children were obviously an integral part of my marriage.
Of course, I would never tell my husband Jerry, I knew he wouldn't understand. This was something exclusive between mother and son and I would make sure that John understood that. If anyone asked me if I had ever been with any man but Jerry I could truthfully in my mind say I have not been with any other man since we were married.
I reserved a room with one queen sized bed. A king would be too large, two people could sleep in a king size and never know the other person was there.
When we checked in and got to the room John looked at the sleeping arrangements and assumed he would just sleep on the floor.
I told him that he would not, that there was plenty of room in the bed and he would sleep there.
He looked at me and in his open manner said, "mom I can't guarantee that I won't get aroused if I am in the same bed with you."
I walked over to him put a hand on his shoulder looked in his eyes and said, "well then John, we will just have to figure it as we go along."
When we were in for the evening, I took off my blouse and slacks in front of him and asked him to undo my bra. When he did this I held my arm across my chest to keep the cups in place but the rest of the bra would slid down.
I announced I was going into the bathroom to get ready for bed. I left the bathroom door cracked open so he could get a view if he wanted to.
I didn't know if he would but based on the past I was pretty sure he would take advantage and get a good view. I stripped completely naked stood before the mirror in the bathroom for a good 30 seconds before putting on my lacy see through panties and satin and lace chemise.
It barely covered my top. When I leaned over my breasts were in full view. It covered my ass when standing but once in bed or sitting it would ride up to my waste. The bikini panties were fine lace, see through and everything was easily visible anytime I was not standing upright.
I expected that John would sleep in his boxers for my comfort. I remembered him telling me he usually slept nude after I woke him once by pulling off his covers. There he was in his full morning glory. He never used pajamas.
I walked out of the bathroom and John was not yet undressed, he was sitting on the end of the bed doing a channel search on TV as if he hadn't taken a peek at me in the bathroom.
He looked over and his eyes were glued to me.
I pretended not to notice and turned around to walk back towards the suitcase and bent over so he could get a good look at my ass and see through panties. I turned and he was still looking.
Is there a problem. I asked him.
Are you really wearing that in the same bed with me, he asked.
Yes, I said innocently, come on lets hit the sack, we have a long day tomorrow.
He said nothing, just looked at me perhaps in disbelief that he would be in bed with me in my sexy lingerie. I am sure his imagination was working overtime and I tried to bring him back to the moment.
"Get up, take off your pants, and get in bed." I was sure he had an erection and was wondering how he would manage it. I walked over to him took the TV remote and turned it off, then leaned over to pull him up off the bed where he was sitting.
