"Chris, you here kiddo?" Elizabeth called out as she stepped into her apartment after a hard day of work. "Chris?"
No reply. She headed down the hall and checked his room, no sign of him. A second later her phone chirped with a text message.
"Hey mom, got band practice. Not sure when I'll be home."
She smiled to herself as she headed to her own room to get changed. Her teenage son and his friends had formed a band a couple of years back that seemed to have a new name every other week. They mostly played for their friends in their rehearsal space.
"So, I get the whole apartment to myself, huh... 'cept for you that is." Elizabeth said as their cat, Harley, walked into the room. Chris had named the calico after his favorite comic book character, Harley Quinn. Her ex-husband was long gone after a nasty divorce when Chris was only two. She had come home to find him fucking his girlfriend in their bed. With the help of her parents and a very good lawyer she sued for, and got full custody of Chris and earned a decent chunk of change in alimony and child support. She made enough money from her job to keep a roof over their heads, clothes on their backs and food in their stomachs, but she wasn't going to turn the extra money down. Between her parents and her next door neighbor she always had someone who was willing to watch Chris on the rare occasions she had to work late or on weekends.
However it was her next door neighbor, Nina, who was a godsend. Just a couple of years older than Elizabeth, they first met when Elizabeth moved into the building and Chris was being a handful. Nina offered to keep the toddler occupied while Elizabeth supervised the movers. Nina was a psychiatrist who was always willing to offer Elizabeth any advice she needed, but never took her on as an actual patient, feeling she couldn't be impartial to her best friend. Any and all advice she offered Elizabeth was "off the books", and was just "advice from one friend to another".
As Chris got older he tried to help his mother out as much as he could, doing odd jobs for friends and neighbors. Elizabeth tried to tell her son that he didn't have to give her his money, but he insisted, even slipping it into her purse when he thought she wasn't looking. Once he hit his teen years he got a part time job stocking shelves at the supermarket up the street, and Elizabeth insisted her son keep his money for himself, because as she jokingly told him "I'm done paying for you. Buy your own stuff now."
After graduating high school last year, Chris decided to go to college in town, as it had the courses he was looking for. Elizabeth agreed that Chris could continue to live at home as long as he kept his job and stayed in school. He was often teased by his friends for still "living at home with mommy".
"Yeah, how horrible," he would tell his friends, "I get to live at home rent free, only paying my cell phone bill, and half the internet bill. I have no curfew, I can come and go as I please, I can watch whatever I want on TV, and if I get hungry in the middle of the night I can raid the fridge. You're right, it sucks still living at home."
"See you later then." Elizabeth texted back and changed out of her work clothes. She paused as she stood in front of the full length mirror in her underwear.
"Not bad for someone who's pushing 40." she said smiling as Harley nudged her leg and meowed at her. "Ah, what do you know? You're just a cat."
She nudged the cat away with her foot and threw on a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt and went back into the living room to watch TV. As the afternoon turned to evening, Elizabeth felt the itch that could only be scratched by a good orgasm.
She turned off the TV and headed into her bedroom, peeled off her clothes and jumped into bed, pausing only to grab her vibrator from the nightstand. She spread her legs, turned her toy on and gently started teasing her clit, slowly at first but moving faster and faster as she got worked up, she licked her fingers and started massaging her clit with one hand as she used the other to shove the vibrator inside her now soaked pussy. She moaned quietly and squirmed around on the bed as she bought herself closer and closer to the edge.
Chris decided to surprise his mother with a pizza for dinner, since Friday was her "I'm not cooking, let's order in" night. He walked down the hall towards the apartment, guitar case in one hand, pizza in the other, fumbling for his keys. He finally put his guitar down long enough to fish his keys out of his pocket and let himself into the apartment. Elizabeth, lost in a fantasy of being fucked by Jason Momoa didn't hear him come in.
"Mom?" he asked locking the door behind him. "Hey, Harl." he said putting down his guitar and kneeling down to scritch the cat.
Elizabeth was getting closer and closer, she knew her body all too well and knew just what she needed to do to get herself off. She was lost in her fantasy and didn't hear her son at all. She was pumping herself faster and faster, her other hand alternating between pinching her nipples and rubbing her clit. She just needed a few more seconds...
Chris put the pizza on the dining room table and headed down the hall towards his mother's room. "Hey mom, I got us a pi- oh shit..."
She snapped out of her fantasy when she heard his voice and for a long moment mother and son stared at each other, mouths open in shock. Chris took the moment to drink in the sight of his mother's body before she realized she was naked with her vibrator still in her. She pulled it out and grabbed the blanket to cover herself up.
"Chris! What are you doing in here?" she yelled.
"I'm sorry, I-I just wanted to let you know I was home." he stammered, looking away.
"GET OUT!" she yelled.
"Sorry mom," he said and bolted out of the room slamming the door behind him.
For another long moment, he stood there trying to catch his breath amazed at what he had just seen, and also surprised that his dick was hard. "Did that just happen?" he asked himself.
Elizabeth sat there in bed, suddenly feeling bad for yelling at her son. He had surprised her, but she supposed it was also her fault for not closing the door when she came into the room to masturbate.
She was also incredibly turned on. She hadn't turned the vibrator off when she stopped fucking herself and could still feel it buzzing away in her hand. "Fuck it," she said out loud to herself, "I'll apologize later. I need to finish." She threw the covers off, and went back to work, only this time when she closed her eyes, it wasn't Jason Momoa she saw, but her son, standing just where he had been moments earlier, naked with his cock in hand.
After catching his breath, Chris stepped across the hall to his room and closed the door behind him and fumbled to get his clothes off as quickly as he could and, much like his mother, threw himself down on the bed. He took his rock hard dick in hand, and, also like his mother, imagined that he had stayed to watch her finish.
In separate rooms mother and son furiously masturbated themselves to intense orgasms thinking about the same thing. Elizabeth, having been working on herself for the past 15 minutes, felt her orgasm hit and turned her head and bit into her pillow to keep from screaming out as her body vibrated, shaking the whole bed. She moaned loudly into the pillow, as she slowly pulled her toy free of her soaking wet pussy. "Holy shit..." she moaned as she turned it off and tried to catch her breath, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
Chris was amazed at how excited he was, as within seemingly the space of just a couple of minutes he was shooting jets of cum out of his cock, covering his hand and his stomach. "Fuck..." he moaned out, hoping his mother didn't hear him. After his orgasm passed he reached for the small towel he had swiped from the linen closet to clean himself up with. He usually hid the towel in his weekly laundry, since he was responsible for doing his own laundry now. "I've never cum like that before." he said to himself, "Or that much, or that quickly."
Both mother and son felt some slight regret over imagining the other as they bought themselves off. They both lay naked in their beds staring at the ceiling trying to process what had just happened, and their actions after the fact.
Chris got up, threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and quietly and slowly opened his door, his mother's door was still closed and he quickly crossed the hall and put his ear to the door. He didn't hear anything, he almost knocked but thought better of it and went to grab a soda and a couple slices of pizza. He headed back to his room and turned on his TV trying to sort out his thoughts.
