I was glad Thomas was back for the summer. I had really missed him last year. I was lonely these last few years after Thomas's father had died. Then Thomas had left for college right after high school and I was completely alone for almost two years until this summer.
Thomas and I were always very close but became even closer after his dad passed. I had plenty of friends at the school I work at and lots of interactions with my students, but after work at home I was lonely. I had gone on a few dates after my husband's death but I didn't really enjoy them. I missed my husband dearly and I don't think I'll ever be happy with someone else. So I pass the time at home with good books and my best friend Dom. Dom lives in the night stand next to my bed and when I'm very horny, which is often, I get him out for fun.
Thomas had always made me so happy and I felt very safe with him. We confided in each other and trusted each other like that. He was so much like his father, sometimes I forgot it was my son I was talking to. I adored my husband and when I was with him I had the most wonderful feelings. I had those same feelings with Thomas. He even had his father's good looks and I noticed that his demeanor had matured since he'd left for college.
I also noticed that his body was much more fit than when he left, from working out. Sometimes I caught myself wondering what he looked like with no clothes on, if he had his fathers same muscular tone. Then sometimes, when I was feeling a bit naughty, I caught myself wondering if he had as nice a cock as his father did. I would laugh inwardly at myself for these thoughts I shouldn't be having about my own son. I was a horny middle aged woman with needs that are rarely met, I could forgive myself.
After Thomas had been home for a couple weeks I began to notice a few strange things happening. One night after I had gotten done getting myself off, I got up to go clean myself in the bathroom. As I walked through my bedroom doorway I stepped on something wet. When I got in the bathroom I sat on the edge of the bathtub and examined the sole of my foot. I saw moisture but couldn't tell what it was. I touched it and it was kind of sticky. I held my finger to my nose and when I inhaled I could swear I caught a faint odor of semen. There is a very distinct smell to semen and I can't think of anything I've ever smelled that was similar.
I passed it off as nothing, I mean, how could there be semen in my bedroom doorway. My son was the only person in the house capable of producing it. At that moment a random imagine popped into my head of my son with his hand wrapped around his large cock, spraying cum in my doorway. I shook my head to clear that image. I had read enough to know that some sons do lust after their own mothers. I had serious doubts my son was like that. First of all I know he loved me and surely wouldn't do something like that. Second, I had let my body go these last few years. I had put on quite a bit of weight and didn't keep a neatly groomed body. Surely I don't turn my son on like that.
I remembered the image I'd just had of Thomas jerking himself off to me and I felt a fluttering in my stomach. As far fetched as I figured it was, if that was really the case, I would be flattered. I mean, Thomas is a good looking young man and reminds me so much of his father, if he were to take me right here, right now, I would definitely give in to him. Maybe it was just my loneliness thinking for me. Was I that desperate for a man's touch that I would let that man be my own son. I put all these thoughts out of my head. There was no way Thomas thought of me like that.
I cleaned up and went to bed. Images of Thomas, cock in hand, crept into my mind until I finally drifted off to sleep.
A few nights later I was in bed reading. There was a mild sex scene in my book and it turned my thoughts to the other night. I was already fairly horny from the book and now thinking of Thomas again I decided I had to do something.
I pulled my pajama bottoms off and slid my hand down to my pussy. I was just gently caressing myself building myself up when suddenly I stopped. I realized I had the lights on in my room. On top of that my door was open about halfway. I hadn't really thought about these things until just now. I was so used to living alone, I hadn't changed my habits when Thomas came home. The discovery from the other night of the wet spot on my floor came to mind again. I guess it was possible Thomas had come to ask me something, or tell me something and had seen me playing with myself. As much as I thought he wouldn't be turned on by his own mother, I also know how horny young men can be.
I resumed my pussy play but kept my doorway in the corner of my eye. I felt a rush go through my body at the thought that my own son might have watched me playing with myself through that door. My pussy was becoming very wet as my juices started flowing. I plunged three fingers in and out of my pussy. My knees were pulled up, legs spread as I worked myself. I looked at the door again from the corner of my eye and let my leg fall to the bed. If he really was watching, he would have a very good view of my wide open pussy now. That thought sent me over the edge and as my body started shaking my pussy flooded the bed with my juices.
I was rocking my head back and forth but trying to keep my eyes on that doorway. I thought I saw movement from a shadow but that may have just been wishful thinking. The thought of my son watching me finger myself made my orgasm very powerful and it was a bit before my body relaxed. I could have swore I really did see a shadow and some sort of movement.
I lay there for a while, recovering, body relaxing. I got up to go clean myself up and stopped when I got to the doorway. I was looking at the floor and thought to myself, this is stupid. My son doesn't lust after me. He doesn't spy on me while jerking himself off. And if he did do these things he wouldn't cum on my floor and just leave it so he'd get caught. As I thought this I started to go on in to the bathroom when a glint of light on the floor caught my eye.
