For the next two Saturdays, Miranda set her alarm and waited. Nothing, not a sound, not anything. At first, her logical mind reasoned this was meant to be. This was her son for God's sake.
Then, her hormones began to take control of her rational mind. She watched as Kyle stole glances at her body. Her vision filled with the thick tube poking at the front of his shorts.
Not since college, had the mother felt this alive. Four years of freedom. Where, if it had a cock, she would be on her back, legs in the air. Then Dan had come into her life. She bottled that part of herself up and became the dutiful wife.
Now, the cork was out, and a part of herself she thought gone, had come raging back. A part that bore one word...slut. Not a day went by her panties weren't soaked as she watched Kyle.
She wasn't even sure how far this would go. But, she was dammed if she would stop the ride now. Not having physical contact since her husband's surgery, had left the vivacious 42 year old wanting and needing.
Then, after three weeks, it came again. The slight creaking of the bedroom door, the soft footsteps, and then her son's form standing over her.
This time, Miranda watched in rapt attention as her son first started to stroke his hardening cock. Then, slide the sheet slowly down to expose her breasts. 'He's a tit man' she thought with delight.
As she watched a clear drop of Kyles' pre cum drip form the end of is cock, she rolled gently onto her side facing him. Moving her legs just enough to bring the sheet further down her body. Letting it stop just at the swell of her hips.
Kyle froze in panic. Waiting to see if his mother was waking up, his rigid cock standing straight out from his body. As more of his mother's body came into view, the young man shuddered.
"Fuck mom" he whispered. Taking one step to bring his body closer to her.