Soccer Mom Lusts For Stud Son

Let me introduce myself, my name is Shelly and I'm a single mother living with my 18 year old son, Ryan. I filed for divorce with Ryan's father when he was still very young, I caught his father sleeping around and that was the end of our relationship. Luckily, he was a very wealthy man so I was able to focus on raising Ryan without having to work. I'm only 39 years old, so I'm a lot younger compared to most of Ryan's friends, and I'm well aware that they call me a "MILF." I have a lot of free time and spend a lot of time in the gym working on my body, and sometimes I like to show it off. Recently, I've been having a lot of 'taboo' thoughts about my son that I can't seem to shake out of my mind. I know it's wrong, but I haven't been with a man since his father, and a woman has her needs.

Let me tell you little about my son. Ryan has played soccer since he was 5 and is the star of his school's team. He's currently in his senior year of high school and is trying to decide which scholarship he should accept, schools have been all over him for his soccer skills. Ryan is 6'2 and has a very athletic build, he is constantly going to the gym and practicing on his soccer skills. He often walks around the house in just his shorts with no shirt on, and I don't think he realizes how crazy that makes me. He's such a great kid too, very loving and respectful, he means the world to me.

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I sat in the rain watching my son's soccer game, it's been pouring all day but unless there is lightning they never cancel the games. Unfortunately they are getting killed 4-0 which makes it even worse. I suddenly heard the girls in front of me mention my son's name and start giggling. I could only imagine what they were saying, my son is very handsome and popular so I imagine he's been with at least a few girls.

The game finally ended and my son walked over to me, covered in mud and frowning.

"It's alright Ry, you guys will beat 'em next time."

"Yea, I don't know mom, they kicked our asses pretty good." he replied

"Oh well, lets go home and I'll cook us a nice dinner!"

We walked over to my car and I realized he was too muddy and would create a mess if he came in my car like that.

"Ryan, you'll have to take off your shoes and socks, they are covered in mud."

He agreed and started to untie his cleats and remove his socks.

I then realized that his shorts were too wet and muddy as well.

"You better take off your shorts too, those things are filthy."

"That's okay mom, I'll clean up the seats for you when we get home." he replied

"Nonsense, this car is a lease and I'm not taking any risks, now take off your shorts and you better take off that shirt as well, both are covered in mud."

"Okay, okay, fine." he reluctantly agreed.

He moved towards the back of the van and I turned away to give him privacy. However, I could see him in the rear view mirror and couldn't help but peek at him removing his shirt and shorts. He was wearing white boxer-briefs and I could tell they were also wet because I could see his athletic butt was visible.

He walked back to the front of the fan and was about to open the passenger door when I stopped him.

"Ry, it looks like your briefs got soaked too, and I won't embarrass you by making you take those off too, but there is a towel in the car and we better get you dried off before coming in."

"But mom, I'm out here almost naked I don't want anyone seeing me!"

"Oh honey, look around, everyone else left. We are the only ones left in this lot!"

He looked around and shrugged his shoulders in agreement.

I grabbed the towel out of the trunk and began to try his back.

"Uh mom, I can dry myself off, you can sit inside the warm car."

It was still raining out, and we were taking shelter under the trunk door, but it was still freezing.

"That's okay mister, it's a lot easier to have someone else dry you then trying to dry your back area by yourself, now stand still and stop arguing."

He sighed and reluctantly stopped resiting.

I ran the towel through his dark hair, massaging his scalp with my long nails through the towel. I slowly moved the towel down to his neck and back, admiring his toned muscles. I reached his lower back and then finally began drying off his briefs which stuck to his butt.

"Wow, how did your briefs get so soaked? You must have been sliding around out there."

"Yeah, it was really slippery out there." he said

I was basically just grabbing his ass through the towel and slowly moving my hands up and down. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't starting to get aroused. I suddenly realized I was spending a little too much time focusing on his tight butt, so I moved the towel down his muscular thighs and legs.

"Okay, turn around and I'll get your front too."

"Uhh, I think it's okay mom, my front feels pretty dry."

"Now Ryan, I know you are eager to get going but I don't want you getting sick, now turn around so we can get going."

He slowly turned around to face me, and my eyes immediately dropped down to his briefs. The entire front of his briefs were transparent from the wetness, and I could clearly make out the entirety of his cock and balls.

I looked at his face and he was just staring down into the ground, too embarrassed to look me in the eyes.

My heart started pounding and I had to take a moment to get myself together. I slowly moved the towel towards his chest, my hands were beginning to shake. I moved the towel along his hard pecs, gently squeezing them as I dried them. Moving my hands further down to his stomach, I slowly bent down and looked up to his face. His eyes were glued to my chest. I looked down and noticed my white blouse had gotten wet and my black bra was completely visible. I know it was wrong, but knowing he was staring at my chest was really turning me on.

I finished drying his chest and stomach and bent down on my knees to dry off his lower body. I was now eye level with his manhood and realized it was going to be a difficult situation to dry his briefs off without making contact with his penis.

I also couldn't help but notice that his cock was growing larger. It looked like he was now almost fully erect, the shaft of his cock was now strained against his tight briefs, and the head looked like it was trying to escape from the top of his waistband. I was shocked at the size of it, he definitely didn't take after his father.

The silence between us was starting to make things awkward, so I felt like I had to break it. I was close to saying something about how big he was, but decided it would be inappropriate.

"Okay hun, we're almost done, just hang in there."

I began to towel off his briefs, starting with the side where his cock wasn't bulging out. I grabbed his balls through the towel and gently massaged them with the towel to dry them good. As I grabbed his balls, I noticed he squirmed a little. I finally moved the towel over to the other side of his briefs where his massive cock was strained against his leg. I placed the towel over his shaft and began sliding it up and down his raging member. It's been so long since I last touched a penis, even though I wasn't directly touching it, it still felt shivers sent down my spine. I was so focused on his beautiful cock, I realized I had been inadvertently jerking my own son off. I quickly snapped out of my trance and moved down to his thighs. I felt bad leaving my son standing there with a raging hard-on, but I was his mother for goodness sake.

"Hmm, okay Ryan, I think you are all set to hop in the car now."

He was completely speechless and quickly hopped into the passenger seat.

He sat there covering his raging member, but his hands could only cover so much. I smiled to myself knowing that I could still give such a young stud a hard-on.

We pulled into the garage and I noticed he was walking with a limp to the door.

"What's wrong Ry, did you hurt yourself during the game?"

"Yeah, I think I pulled a hammy or something, my thigh is killing me."

This was a perfect opportunity for me. I took some lessons to become a masseuse a few years back, but never ended up going through with it. However, I still had a massage table set up in the basement.

"Well Honey, you know I'm pretty good with my hands, why don't you let me give you a massage to workout the kinks?"

"Oh jeez mom, I mean that would be great but you really don't have to."

"It would be my pleasure, besides I have that table downstairs that is just going to waste. Why don't you throw your briefs into the wash and put a towel around yourself and meet me in the basement."

"Okay, thanks mom, I'll be right down."

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Story will be continued later this week, stay tuned!