The story below is written with the intention of putting my fantasy down on paper (symbolic) and allowing others to enjoy it as much as I do.
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I'm a 39 year old new divorcee. I divorced my rotten no good husband last year after 23 years of being married to him. We have a son who just turned 23 last month. That's right you guessed it. I was 15 and very pregnant with my son Bobby when his father and I got married.
Bobby left home for college when he was 18. A smart bright student, he graduated with a degree in computer science and is working as an independent contractor writing computer games and stuff like that. He lives in the Silicon Valley area of California.
I look forward to reading his daily emails. He's always telling me about the projects he is working on or his friends and of course how he's decorated his studio apartment. When in college he started going to nude beaches. He told me that now that he lived in his own apartment he had become a full time nudist.
I wrote asking him what he meant by being a full time nudist. He wrote back telling me that he never wore clothes except in public or unless he had company that felt uncomfortable with nudity.
Finished with the divorced and not having seen him in two years, I wrote him and told him I wanted to come and visit, maybe stay a few weeks. He wrote back, letting me know how much he looked forward to my visit and of all the neat and interesting places he wanted me to see. I emailed him the date and time I would arrive and asked him to meet me at the airport.
For a 39 year old brunette, I've kept myself in good shape and I have a damn good body. I work out and jog daily. I have a firm flat stomach, perky average size tits with large nipples. I shave my pussy and have a nice firm round bubble butt and long shapely legs, which I love showing off.
It was August and Bobby emailed me to bring only light summer clothing as the temperature there was in the 3 digits. Bobby met me at the airport and what a sight he was. Tall, long blondish hair, blue eyed. Not an ounce of fat on him. Like me he worked out and jogged daily. We hugged and kissed. We looked more like brother and sister than mother and son. Holding hands, we collected my baggage and drove to his studio apartment.
It was a comfortable place. It had a small kitchen, a bathroom, a large walk-in closet and the main room was large enough for him to divide into a living room/office area and a sleeping area. Since it was on the top floor of the building, it came with a small private rooftop patio. He had decorated it in a very modern style. I felt very proud of my son and was looking forward to our visit.
We spent the rest of the day talking and catching up. After dinner, Bobby pulled out a small futon he had borrowed from one of his friends. Taking out the extra bedding from the closet, I helped him fix it up for sleeping. I insisted I sleep on it and he could keep his double bed to himself. We stayed up well past midnight before turning in. I went to the bathroom and changed into one of my ex's old t-shirt, Normally I slept nude, but since I was sharing my son's studio apartment, I didn't think I should walk out naked.
When I came out, Bobby was already in his bed. He had a sheet over his lower body with both his hairy legs out from under the sheet. From what I could tell, he was sleeping nude. The patio doors were open to let the cool night air in. I turned off the light. We said good night to each other and went to sleep.
The bright early morning sun woke me up. I got up and went to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. Heading back to bed, I stopped dead in my tracks. Lying on his back with the morning sunshine on his body, was my beautiful 23 year old naked son. The sheet he used to cover himself with was completely off. Seeing him naked I realized he was no longer a boy but a man. His muscular chest had a light covering of blondish hair, with a treasure trail going down his stomach to his thick dark pubic hair. His uncut penis was fully erect and pointing straight up toward the ceiling. Two large egg shaped testicles weighted down his scrotum which hung down between his open hairy legs.
Feeling the warmth of the sun on his body, he awoke stretching and arching his back causing his fat erect uncut 8" penis to be even more pronounced than before.
My pussy got wet and tingling. I sat on the sofa and watched him sit up and look at me.
All smiles he said, "Good morning Mom."
I almost climaxed out load when he stood up and stretched, his huge erection bouncing up and down. Seeing the look on my face, he realized he was not only naked, but had a huge morning erection. Cupping his balls in his hands and trying to cover his erect cock with his arms, he ran past me to the bathroom.
"Opps, sorry mom, I wasn't thinking. I'm really sorry." he said as he scurried past me.
He left the bathroom door open. I heard him peeing and then taking a shower. My pussy still wet, I got up and went to the kitchen to see if the coffee was ready. I poured myself a cup and walked out to the patio . Sipping my coffee, I couldn't take my thoughts off my naked son. His body so muscular and hairy. Even his butt was hairy. His father wasn't that hairy. I guess he got the genes from my side of the family. His uncles had hairy legs and chests. His penis was huge, defiantly a lot bigger than his fathers. I'd never seen one so long and fat. As a little girl, I remember seeing my father and brothers naked, but their penises weren't erect so I had no one to compare him to except his father. And his wasn't anywhere near as long and fat as Bobby's.
My pussy was getting wetter just thinking about Bobby's huge fat erection. Sipping my coffee I fondled my wet pussy. My puffy wet pussy lips parting open as my finger sank in. Then I heard Bobby calling out.
"Mom! Mom! Where are you?
Taking my hand away from my wet snatch, I stood up and turning toward my son I called out to him, "I'm outside in the patio Honey."
Within seconds he was standing in the doorway still wet from his shower. His towel wrapped around his waist.
He looked at me and said, "Mom, I'm really sorry about this morning. I didn't mean for you too...."
Interupping him I said, "...Honey, don't worry. I know you didn't do it on purpose. And anyway, I quit enjoyed seeing how, err grown up you've become."