All characters are over 18+
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Miranda stood in front of her mirror as the steam of her shower rolled across the ceiling. Admiring her tight, lean, forty four year old body as the condensation beaded down her mirror. Knowing the hours she put into her home gym and the money she spent on it was paying off. Running her brush through her dark brown hair, her brown eyes lavishing on her DD breast that still had some perkiness to them. She had raised her son by herself, when her then boyfriend had fled once she had told him she was pregnant. Jerry was her life, while she did try to date as he grew into a man. Yet they could never measure up to her standards.
Miranda began to wonder how her son would like her neatly trimmed landing strip of hair. Running her fingers through it pondering if Jerry liked bald pussy or one's covered in hair. Her red painted fingernail disappeared into her moistening lips as she thought about her son. Ever since she had accidentally walked into his bathroom while he was showering. She couldn't help, or stop herself from masturbating to the image of her hard, wet naked son. The way the water cascaded down his hard muscle's, the way the soap bubbles gathered around his groin. Wishing that her son would burst into her bathroom, grabbing her by the hips, lifting her onto her sink basin. Forcing her leg's open shoving that hard cock she lusted after into her wet cunt.
Bracing herself on the lip of the sink as her cream coated her fingers. Licking them clean wondering why her son had become so cold towards her. It wasn't until he had started his pre-med college that his demeanor had changed. Then there was the lack of girlfriends she failed to see about her home. She knew he wasn't gay given the numerous phonographic magazines she had found stashed in his room throughout the years. She respected his privacy yet when all the pages had become stuck together that was the only time she would throw them away. No gay man would produce so much cum stuck between 2D breast. What happened to her fun, beautiful smiling, handsome son? Determined to find out the answer as her son's voice rang throughout her home.
Her heart raced Miranda wasn't expecting her son to be home so soon from his night classes. Hastily dawning on her black stain bathrobe hurrying out of her room to greet her son. Ignoring the scowl on his face as her arms wrapped around his neck. Biting back her lustful purr feeling his hard body beneath her. Yet that wouldn't stop her from pressing her large, soft breast into his chest. Hoping, just hoping it would get a rise out of something she longed to feel. Hiding her face behind the curtain of her silken hair, her mouth watering as she felt every muscle underneath her touch. Trying to stop her libido from rising yet that was easier said than done.
"Jeffrey why are you home so early? I wasn't expecting you home until ten o'clock?" Miranda asked as she pushed off of her son. Hoping he didn't see her flushed cheeks, or notice her arousal that was leaking out of her twat.
"The Professor called in sick and no one could be found to replace him," Jeff said brushing pass his mother. He hated when she called him that, it sounded like he was a little kid all over again. "Would you rather that I was out partying to the wee hours of the morning?!" he asked sarcastically looking back at her as he stood in front of his room.
"Don't you dare take that tone with me young man!" Miranda growled placing her hands on her alluring hips. "If you don't like that I take a damn interest in your life you can move out! Go be on your own, pay your own damn way through school!" she yelled waving him off as she marched back to her room. Slamming her door behind her, falling on her bed crying into her comforter hoping Jeff couldn't hear her sobs. Wondering why he was so callous to his loving, caring, sweet mother that only tried to be close to him. Sighing wondering if this was because he didn't have a male figure in his life when he was younger. Could she be the one that caused this to come out in him? No. She wouldn't, couldn't believe she had harmed her child in anyway. Yes the early years of his life was hard on both of them. Yet Miranda knew she did everything to ensure Jeffrey had every he needed, even if she had to go without the companionship she so desperately craved. Determination to get the root cause of her son's attitude burned within her brown eyes. Throwing on a loose top forgoing a bra seeing how it was just the two of them. Her tight yoga pants contoured to her slim, tone legs, highlighting her firm ass she spent so much work maintaining.
Her anger permeated the kitchen as she set their hot, home cooked dinner steamed on their small dining table. Pouring herself a glass of red wine, the bottle landed in a loud thud on the scuffed, dented, chipped table. Her eyes running every blemish in the wooden surface remembering how each one got there.
"Jeff get your ass down here now!" Miranda yelled up the stairs. "If you don't I'm throwing out your dinner in the trash!"
"Fine I'm coming!" Jeff shouted irritably. His heart raced as he viewed his mother, the way her clothes hugged her body ignited his virginal wet dreams.
"Well come on I don't have all bloody night to wait on you," Miranda huffed as she spun around. Wondering what she had just seen her son's eyes. Swearing to herself she was seeing things as Jeff repositioned himself. "Now sit!" she said pointing towards the chair opposite of her. Sipping on her wine as she watched her son dive into his meal. "Jeff what's going on with you lately? Your weren't this irritable cur when you were in highschool, sweetheart I just want to know what happened?" Miranda asked leaning forward placing her glass in front of her plate. Noticing the slight blushing of his cheeks as he glanced up then quickly looked away. "Is it because of some girl you're chasing and hasn't agreed to a date? Or is it because you haven't been fucked lately?" Miranda asked her tongue flicking against her teeth. She nearly laughed herself silly at the shade of red her son's face currently was. "You have been laid before haven't you?" she asked thinking his face couldn't get any redder then it already was. It appeared she was wrong as her son's face burned in a deep crimson.