Fifteen years of marriage had come and gone and then six more years and my son was about to graduate from University at last. It was time too for child support to my only to come to an end. It was that painful six years after the divorce was final that had tried me well.
My son had lived with me afraid to leave and attend University elsewhere and leave Mom alone. In that time I hadn't dated and yet I'd longed for male attention and even a night or two of naughty.
It all started one morning while fixing breakfast. I'd done as I always had. It was probably not proper for a Mom to get up and run around the house the way I had but it had been this way since shortly after we'd married. My husband had insisted on me preparing his breakfast wearing a shorty gown that barely covered my ass and he wouldn't let me put on anything under it. He'd always insisted that I turned him on this way and he needed the boost to start his day.
Even after our son was born and I'd suggested dressing more modestly my husband had refused. He told me that kids should get used to seeing their Mom undressed and even occasionally see him that way too. He said that it would be healthy for them. And so I'd bought several shorties that I was still wearing even though a few had gotten too worn and had to be tossed out.
On the particular morning when it started I was in the kitchen dicing a cantaloupe for our breakfast and had just made some batter for pancakes. I was standing at the sink as I worked and then I felt my son's presence behind me as he leaned down and kissed my neck while saying good morning. He always did this and I'd become accustomed to it too but when I turned to kiss his cheek I was caught by surprise because he was totally nude and sporting the erection of an excited man.
I was used to him running around in his briefs while he had breakfast and before he took his morning shower. I'd also seen him aroused more than a few times beneath the briefs and considered it normal for a growing young man. My husband too had always sported morning wood as he'd called it.
I was also aware that my son masturbated but presumed that too was normal. I'd first seen him doing it years earlier in a bathtub filled with bubbles from using my bubble bath. I couldn't see him actually but could tell by the way his arm moved and the way he held his head that he was doing it. Even later on a few occasions when I'd passed his room in the morning and he'd left his door open I'd noticed it and even one time I'd watched with fascination knowing he had no idea I was observing.
But now as I glanced down I noticed that he was even larger and longer than his Dad has always been and his Dad was big.
I was shocked for a moment and then looked into my son's eyes and said "You really shouldn't run around like that. Where are your briefs?"
He looked at me innocently without trying at all to hide it and said "That's what I was going to ask you. I guess they're all in the clothes hamper. I can't find any clean ones to wear."
That's when I realized I was a day behind in the washing but I hadn't realized he had so few pair of them.
I suppose I felt ashamed or should feel that way but I didn't. I glanced down again at it and said "You need a girlfriend to take care of that for you. Go slide some jeans on."
I turned back to what I'd been doing and assumed he'd head back to his bedroom but all was quiet and then he said "What about you Mom. Shouldn't you have a boyfriend to take care of your needs too?"
I blushed and said "That isn't something a boy should talk to his mother about." and continued working without turning.
Another long moment passed and I was still aware of him aroused the way he'd been when suddenly he stepped up slightly to my side and still behind me as he kissed my neck again. This time however he reached around and took the hand I'd been holding the melon with and pulled it to my side and behind locating it over his man-sized erection.
"Touch it for me Mom. Please? Close your hand around it."
I know I should have said or done everything differently but I'd become even more instantly aroused and my hand closed around it before I even knew it was happening.
It felt good and I didn't want to release it but instead I wanted to do everything with it.
"Have you ever had sex with a girl?" I asked. "Do you even know anything about sex?"
"I've seen pictures and videos of it and we studied it some in a class long ago." He whispered throatily.
"Pictures and videos aren't the same thing. Do you even know how many kinds of sex there are?" I said defensively while still too aware of what I was holding.
"Do you mean how many positions?" he asked almost shyly.
"No. I mean how many types." I repeated.
"Well I guess I've heard of anal and oral sex as well as the regular kind." he said innocently.
"And what kind are you interested in?" I felt stupid asking him of it.
"I guess all of them but I guess I'm not certain." he said but before I could go on he was kissing me full on the mouth.
I was startled but then I suppose my long years of denial rose to the surface and I was kissing my own son back. He forced his tongue between my lips and I returned it. He was like a young animal as his hand found my naked breast under the gown.
His hand felt good and I couldn't bear to push it away. I suppose that's when I first realized that my hand had slipped upward with my thumb now moving across it's head and it felt good.
I felt the wetness already grown and my insides in turmoil. I knew I had to stop but couldn't.
