Shy Mom
Lori's shyness was almost crippling. She'd been that way all her life, but since the passing of her husband two years earlier it had been even worse. Her son, Ben, nineteen and now off at college, had been her only real interaction with the rest of the world. She only left the house when absolutely necessary. Following Covid, and grocery delivery becoming available, she had even less need to step outside.
Agoraphobia was what her husband had called it, but it was much more. Even with her husband and son, she rarely spoke unless spoken to. It was almost as if she was trying to make herself invisible.
Lori read a lot and was very intelligent. She kept her home spotless, ate well, and exercised daily. There was no one other than Ben that she communicated with. She had no other family or friends. Working outside the home would have been out of the question. Fortunately, her husband had left her financially independent.
Ben arrived home for summer break late on Friday afternoon. She greeted him warmly with her usual hug, kiss, and a beautiful smile, then sat quietly on his bed as he unpacked and told her all about how the school year had been.
"So, mom, have you been going out?"
"You know the answer to that," she replied.
"You need to. It's not good to be alone all the time."
"I go out when I need to," she assured him.
"When did you leave the house last?" her son asked.
"Last week. I had my checkup."
"I mean socially."
"Honey, let's don't go into this again. I'm happy with the way I am. Please?"
"Okay. Are you taking care of yourself?" Ben asked.
"I am. Put your laundry in a pile so I can wash it for you."
"I'll do my own laundry. I got pretty good at it."
"I don't mind."
"I know. Thanks. How about I take you out to dinner tonight?" Ben asked.
"I made Lasagna already. I just need to put it in the oven. I'm so glad you're home."
"So am I," he said kissing her cheek.
Ben tossed his wash in his laundry basket and left the room. Lori left right behind him. She watched as he put everything in a single load and started the wash. He grinned at her, knowing she preferred separating colors from whites, but neither said anything.
"It takes an hour to bake the lasagna. Let me know when I should start," she said.
"Anytime. I'm always hungry."
They walked to the kitchen and Ben watched her work. As always, she wore a dress that struck her right at the knees. It was rare that he'd seen her wear anything else. Lori was petite. Ben guessed about five-two and not more than a hundred and ten pounds. She had small breasts, a tiny waist, womanly hips and ass, and great legs. Her hair was brown and framed her beautiful brown eyed face. She looked much younger than her thirty-seven years.
Ben had gotten his father's genes. He was six feet and a hundred ninety pounds of lean, muscular, and handsome. He had been quite the ladies' man on campus and knew that he would need to find a sexual outlet fairly soon. At nineteen, he had a healthy sex drive. Watching his hot little mom always kept him aroused and had been his go to fantasy when masturbating.
They spent the rest of the day quietly with dinner, finishing his laundry, then watching a movie together.
*****
Ben slept in on Saturday and when he entered the living room he was surprised at seeing his mother in yoga pants and a tank top exercising. He stood there looking her over for a couple of minutes enjoying the view before she noticed him.
"Good morning," she said, stopping her activity.
"Good morning. How often do you work out?"
"Every morning. You're welcome to join me," she said, then noticed the bulge in his sleep shorts.
Lori immediately blushed as she felt herself moisten. Her eyes seemed drawn to her son's bulge.
"Uh, I'm going to shower. Then I'll fix you some breakfast," she said hurrying toward her room.
Ben, feeling the tightness in his shorts, looked down. The outline of his erection was obvious. He knew she'd seen it and that must have been why she left so suddenly. Knowing his mother had seen it aroused him even more. He'd seen her blush and wondered if it had turned her on. Sex was never a topic they had spoken of. Ben had assumed his parents had sex but had never seen or heard them doing anything remotely sexual.
As he thought about the events, Ben remembered the doors. For as long as he could remember there was always a no closed-door policy in their home. Interior doors were always left slightly ajar. It had something to do with a scare his mother had gotten as a child. Ben decided he would use that to expose himself to her. It had excited him. Ben wanted his mother to see his cock.
After a shower, he put on only a pair of gym shorts and went to the kitchen. His cock was still hard thinking about his plan.
At first, she didn't seem to notice, but once she did he saw her looking several times. His mother said nothing about it, but he could tell it distracted her.
Ben intentionally made himself obvious the entire day. By bedtime, he needed a release and went to bed before his mother. He left his bedroom door open about halfway, then laying on his bed, began slowly jacking off.
When he heard her walking down the hall he closed his eyes just enough to still see but appear to have them closed. He saw her briefly pass his door and glance in, then stop. She was quietly watching him. His mother stood there for a couple of minutes before moving away. He came just after she walked away.
*****
Sunday morning, Ben joined her exercising. His hard cock became almost a constant distraction, but she continued her workout and didn't speak of it.
Ben kept up his taunting all day. That evening as they sat on the couch watching a movie, he frequently and nonchalantly gave himself a stroke over his shorts.
He repeated his bedtime stroking, but this time his mother watched longer. When he erupted, she saw the entire thing before leaving.
She did the same thing on both Monday and Tuesday. Neither spoke of it at all.
On Wednesday, Ben raised the ante. When a sexy scene began in their evening movie, he slid his pants down while sitting next to her and began gently stroking himself. He pretended to watch the movie but was actually watching his mother. Lori's eyes were fixed on her son as he jacked off. He heard her gasp once as his cum shot onto his bare abdomen and chest.
Thursday was a repeat of Wednesday except that Ben sat right next to her rather than at the far end of the couch. Rather than pretending to watch the movie, Ben was looking directly at her. Her eyes were fixed on his cock, and she squirmed in her seat several times. He saw her smile when he exploded from his cock. Still, neither spoke of it.
