The house was quiet. I was excited, finally some time alone for just me. Being a mother it seems that time comes few and far between. I knew just what I wanted. After undressing i went into the bathroom and run myself a nice hot bath to soak in.
I submerged beneath the hot lapping water, relaxing as I let my mind trail off to where the kids were. My daughter was out of town for the weekend, my son was at work and the boy living with us was working too. The peace and quiet soothing I began to let my hands wander over my supple curves.. Cupping my breasts... feeling how heavy they were... noting how the rosy nipples peaked and began to throb. Savoring those sensations a soft moan escaped my lips.
Before I had gotten into the bath I had turned on some soft music and left the bathroom door ajar thinking it would just be quiet. I guess I had become lost in my peace and tranquility, my roving fingers had found the soft smooth lips of my pussy. I was stroking and teasing my clit when I felt a presence. My hands stopped I could hardly breathe, turning my head I froze, there in the doorway stood my 18 year, old son. He said nothing, just stood there watching me, and I had no idea how long he had been there but I could tell from the bulge in his pants he had liked what he was seeing.
My first urge was to cover myself. The water lapped around me as I sat up in the tub. Pulling my legs into my chest I tried to hide my body from my child's view. Something in his harsh tone halted me. "No" don't cover up, said my son. Again I found myself frozen as if suspended in time. My mind screamed at me to cover up, this was not right, but somewhere there was a small voice telling me to obey this boy who stood before me as a man.
He walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. It was my son before me yet the voice, the tone was unlike anything I had ever heard from him before. Worse yet was the way I was responding to it. My body felt flushed and I wanted to crawl away and hide yet I didn't, I couldn't. He told me to lie back as I was before and I obeyed. My eyes locked on His face.
What was I doing?
He smiled at me and then dipped his hands in the water, lifting out my legs, placing one each side of the tub. Droplets of water trickled off shapely calves, and I could tell from where His eyes fell he was watching my opened cunt just beneath the surface of the steaming water.
"Very nice mommy slut, I like you like this just for me." said my son.
My heart pounded. I had to stop this, it was so wrong but there I remained, exposed to my child unable to do anything but obey. I found my voice finally and heard piteous pleas to him to let me cover up, "This is not right, I am your mother, you are my son, please go out so I can get dressed."
The boy/man before me laughed and shook his head.
