It all started out innocently enough, as an accident. I got home one Thursday night about eleven from Girls Game Night. My husband, Rodger was already sound asleep, snoring away in bed. I was a little tipsy, but far from drunk. I went into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. There I walked right in on my nineteen year old son, Daniel toweling off after a shower.
We were both too shocked to do anything for a moment. I just stared. I hadn't seen Daniel naked since he was a little boy. He was no longer a little boy at all; he was a man, and a handsome man at that. Up until that moment, the only adult male I had ever seen naked was Rodger, my husband of twenty years. Daniel had a beautiful body. He was tall and lithe, muscular, not an ounce of fat on him. He had a smooth chest, and a brown patch of pubic hair just above his dangling penis and testicles. I couldn't believe I was looking at him like this, but I couldn't help it. The fact was I was enthralled. He was beautiful. There was a long pause. Neither of us said anything. Then Daniel grinned. He continued toweling off as if I weren't even there. He turned around, exposing his muscular back and his tight buns. I sat down on the lid of the commode and watched my sexy young son perform for me. That's what he was doing, it was quite clear. He was enjoying showing off. I had to admit I found it quite erotic, gazing shamelessly at his naked young body.
After he finished toweling off, he left, and I went about my business. After I went to bed, I lay awake for a long time. I was deeply disturbed about my feelings. I was quite turned on from the experience of watching my son. But this was my son, my baby, the little boy I had raised. What I was feeling was wrong, inexcusable, incestuous. Nonetheless, I masturbated that night next to my sleeping husband for the first time in a long time.
I was forty two that year; my husband Rodger was forty nine. Daniel was nineteen, in his first year at the university across town. He was still living at home in order to save money, but he clearly had his own life. He went out on dates, he had girlfriends, and I was sure, this being the modern age, that he was having sex. I had long ago decided to let his personal life be his own; he was a grown up, and the last thing he needed was a prying, over-protective mother. Still, I found myself wondering about his sex life. Specifically, I wondered what it must be like to be one of his dates. I had never dated much when I was young; Rodger had been my high school boyfriend.
I felt guilty, I felt terrible, I was nervous, but the next night when Rodger was passed out on the couch in front of the TV (I knew he would wake up and come to bed later), I went up to the bathroom where I knew Daniel was taking his shower. I took a deep breath, opened up the door, and stepped inside.
When Daniel saw me, he gave me a big grin. He has such a sexy smile. He swept back the shower curtain, giving me an unobstructed view. He lathered up, not missing any chance to show off his beautiful body. I watched silently as he rinsed and washed his hair. As I looked on, his penis swelled into a proud erection. I thought his penis looked delicious. It was bigger than his fathers', but not so big that it looked scary. It looked like it would fit perfectly inside me. I blushed deeply at that thought. The head was a deep red and purple; his testicles hung heavily below. He stepped out of the tub, dripping wet, and grabbed his towel. I was so close, I could have reached out and touched his bobbing penis. Slowly, sexily, he dried himself off, as I watched and drooled. It was like being in my own private male strip club.
That Saturday, I was baking cookies. My husband was off playing golf. I knew Daniel was home, in his room doing homework or something. When the cookies came out of the oven, I found myself going upstairs to bring him some. I had no ulterior motive, I told myself, but the fact is I was feeling horny, and I just wanted to look at him.
I got to his room, and his door was wide open. I went to tap on the door, but I was stopped in my tracks by what I saw. Daniel was lying on his bed, stark naked and masturbating. His penis looked bigger than ever. It glistened with lubricant. He saw me, and grinned wide, beckoning me inside. As if in a trance, I walked into the room, setting down the plate of cookies on his desk. Daniel resumed what he was doing. I had never ever seen a man masturbate before, and I was a little surprised that I found it so very sexy. I loved watching him handle his cock. His cock! I savored the words in my head. He squirted a little more lubricant from a small bottle onto his hand, and continued stroking himself. I realized that I was getting wet inside my panties. Daniel raised his legs in the air, bringing his knees to his chest, and I realized that he had a sex toy of some kind inserted in his anus. Of course I had heard of such things, but I had never really believed that people did that. I could see the purple flange of a vibrator stretching out his anus. I wondered how it felt.
Dan spread his legs wide and stroked himself faster and faster, reaching between his buttocks with his other hand and pressing the sex toy deeper inside himself. I realized that I had reached under my skirt and was rubbing my clit through my panties in time with him. His eyes squeezed shut, and I realized that he must be about to come. His hand was a blur on his penis. Suddenly he groaned "Yes, Oh yeah Mom!" and squirted semen all over his smooth chest. Jet after pearly jet shot out of the end of his engorged penis, forming a big pearly white puddle right in the hollow between his pecs. I couldn't stop masturbating, even though I knew he was watching me now. He dipped his index finger into the pool, scooping up some of his ejaculate, and brought it to his mouth, licking it off like some savory sauce. My knees shook as I orgasmed. I left the cookies, and hurried out of the room. I went up to our bedroom, where I played the whole episode back in my minds eye, masturbating myself to another thundering O.
