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I'm a divorced woman who has raised my son with no help from his father. Even though things were a little difficult for us at times, when I look back, I wouldn't trade anything for it. When my ex-husband and I got divorced I put my private life on hold and concentrated on raising my son. I didn't date and I didn't have any social life but that was ok. I focused on work. The only thing that I really missed was sex. I had my toys to help me when I was very horny but they certainly were no substitute for the real thing.
My son grew to be a very handsome young man and he was popular with girls. He was home from college and had made plans to meet-up with some of his friends to celebrate his twenty-first birthday and, like any caring mother, I told him not to drink too much and he just smiled and winked at me. He's not a heavy drinker like his father was and I was very glad of that.
I was in bed asleep and was awakened when I heard my son come in the house. It was a little after two a.m. in the morning. I guessed that he was still a little drunk from his night on the town with his buddies. I heard him turn on the shower and the shower door close with a heavy thud. I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't.
I listened to the shower running for a long time and I became concerned since I didn't hear any other sounds. I got out of bed to go and make sure that everything was alright. I tapped on the bathroom door several times but there was no response and when I tried the door it was unlocked so I went in. I could see that he was seated on the tile bench at the rear of the shower stall -- leaning against the wall and he was either asleep or passed out -- the shower spraying down on him.
I couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked, his body was muscular and I sucked in my breath as I looked at his penis. I was immediately embarrassed -- as his mother I shouldn't be looking, but I couldn't help it. It was in a flaccid state lying over on his thigh and looked to be at least eight inches long -- and as I remember, much longer than his father's cock.
I turned off the shower and tried to wrap a towel around his waist as I dried him off. He started to come out of it a little, at least enough to barely understand and move for me. I wanted to get him to his bed so I urged him to stand and put his arm over my shoulder. As he stood up the towel fell away exposing his beautiful cock to me once more but I tried, without luck, not to look.
It was a struggle but I we managed to make it to his bedroom and as we got to the side of the bed he slipped from my grasp and fell half-on and half-off the bed. When he fell his hand grabbed the sheer material of my sexiest nightgown and he ripped the front of it completely open and pulled me down on top of him in the process.
It happened so fast it surprised me and I could feel his warm body and damp cock on my belly as I tried to get my feet under me and stand up. I pulled my nightgown together the best that I could as I looked down on him. I was embarrassed until I realized that I was the only one that knew what had just happened. I lifted his legs to get him on the bed more and, as I did, I couldn't help but stare at his manhood. It had been a long time...years in fact since the last time that I'd seen a penis and I'd never seen one this beautiful -- I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I stood next to the bed and I wanted to touch it but had to remind myself that this was my son and it was a crazy idea.
I turned toward the bedroom door but before leaving the room I stopped to take one more look. I don't know what came over me but I thought to myself, no one will ever know what happens!
My lust, my desires, and my years of frustration seemed to boil over in me and I walked back to the edge of the bed and slipped off my torn nightgown and let it drop to the floor. I was in a sort-of momentary sexual fantasy. I cupped my right breast with my left hand and gently massaged it as I reached out with my other hand and gently let my fingers wrap around the flaccid shaft of my son's cock. It was warm and smooth and yet it felt full of life. I glanced up at my son's face and could see that he hadn't moved. My legs were trembling and feeling a little weak so I sat on the edge of the bed next to him fondling his cock. I don't know why I did it; other than all the years without sex overwhelming me.
I very gently, and slowly, let my fingers stroke his cock and I tried to remember the last time I'd felt a cock in my vagina and I couldn't.