My husband and I divorced several years ago. However I had helped to raise his children and they often called on me when they were having hard times. So it was no surprise when the phone rang and it was my step-son Dewey. He and his girlfriend were splitting up and he needed someplace to go. His real mother had nothing to do with him and his father was out of the country. I had no problem with him coming and staying with me. It was the house he had grown up in and he would be comfortable here.
I wasn't used to having people in the house however. I had lived alone for three years and could do what I wanted when I wanted. At 40 I was in excellent shape. My 5'9" frame was just as thin as ever, my boobs weren't as perky as they had once been but they still looked good. I loved my body, my boobs were round and firm a little larger than a grapefruit, my flat stomach made them look bigger.
Dewey had been back home for about three weeks now and quite honestly he was home so rarely that I forgot he lived there most of the time. I had gone to bed early, and was watching one of my favorite videos. I had been horny all day and need a little relief before I went to sleep.
As I watched the girl in the video get double teamed, I started playing with my own pussy. Wishing it was me. That was something I had always wanted to happen, but my husband had been a bit of prude in the bedroom. I had always loved the thought of getting double drilled.
I had turned my vibe on low and was slowly working my pussy and I guess I was moaning. I hadn't realized it though and I was surprised to hear a small gasp.
"Mom what are you doing?"
"What does it look like?"
"Well...it looks like you're enjoying yourself."
"Oh, I am. It feels good."
"I should go, I shouldn't be watching this."
"You want to watch though don't you? That's why you're still there." I don't know why I said that to him. I should have told him to leave.
"It's so hot to see you doing that. I've thought about it a lot over the years. I mean it's not like we're related and I didn't know if it was really wrong to have these fantasies about you."
Some might have thought it was but I didn't. I thought it was sexy that my 25 year old step-son thought I was hot and thought about having sex with me. How much more flattering of a compliment can you get.
"You want to fuck me?"
"Yeah and so do all my friends. We've always talked about how hot you were. It's not like you didn't want us to look, the way you dressed."
"Let me see how much. Take off your clothes."
Without reservation he removed his clothes and stood before me. His cock was bigger than his fathers; I knew now why all the girls were after him. His cock was 13" long and had a nice 4 or 5" girth to it. A woman who could take all of it would have to be proud.
Seeing it, I couldn't help but lick my lips. It was hard as a rock and begging for attention.
