Batteries not Included
Diana still couldn't believe that she had given herself an orgasm while her son watched sitting next to her. Forget a seven-year itch, she must have an eight-year-withering-to-death dry spell. It was all she could do to act normal through dinner.
She was glad Matthew was going over to a friend's to study. Not surprisingly, since she stopped wearing clothes in the house it seemed her eighteen-year-old son was always with her. Well the quickie orgasm just an hour and a half ago awoke the need for a longer more satisfying release, and she needed private time for that.
As she was doing the dishes, she listened carefully for the sound of the door. She had no idea how long Matt would need to study, so she wanted all the time she could get.
Just as she was wiping the counters down she heard the front door shut. Dropping the towel on the drain she rushed off to her bedroom.
First, she raced into her bathroom to attend to some needs and then to freshen up certain long unused parts of her body.
Shutting her door, she pushed through the underwear in her dresser drawer looking for the vibrator her deceased husband had given her as a gag gift two years before he had died. Other than a couple of times with David, she had never used it since. His unexpected death had easily killed her sex drive. She and David had a great life where she developed a love for all things sexual, and, now, that she was living nude as a deal with her son, she had rekindled that drive.
Finally her fingers closed around the soft rubber shaft. Grinning, she pulled out the seven-inch vibrator and flopped on her bed spreading her legs. Her thumb flicked the switch on the bottom and...nothing.
Crap she thought, of course the thing was so old the batteries would be dead. Fortunately, with all of Matthew's game paraphernalia, there was always a stock of batteries on hand in his room.
Diana ran down the hall unscrewing the base of the vibrator as she went. She stopped unscrewing to free her hand to turn the knob of Matthew's door.
And walked right in to find Matt lying on his bed, pants around his ankles and a fully aroused cock in his hands.
Diana yelped "Sorry" and quickly backed up and shut his door. She scurried back to her room shutting the door and sat on her bed feeling her heart pounding in her chest. She could not get the image of his well developed penis out of her head. He definitely was blessed with David's genes.
About a half hour later once her heart was under control she went back down the hall and knocked on her son's still closed door. A quiet "come in" greeted her. She entered to find Matthew sitting at his computer. She sat on the edge of his bed. Matthew stared at his computer screen.
"Matthew, I am so, so sorry. I thought you left to go to Craig's"
"He had to cancel" came Matthew's mumbled reply.
"Oh. But I didn't hear your phone, and I heard you go out the front door."
"Facebook, mom, and I just went out to put away my bike. Why were you listening out for me and what were you after anyways?"
"Um, batteries."
"What was that you were holding in your hand?"
Diana started to feel even more embarrassed. "An ,ah, adult toy that was out of batteries."
Finally, Matthew turned around. His face was still pink in the cheeks, but a grin was forming on his face.
"You're kidding."
"No really; I was rushing because I, ah, wanted to be, ah, finished before you got home." Diana could feel her cheeks heat up as she explained. "I would normally never barge in your room like that."
"So you were going to do what you, um, caught me doing, right?"
Diana could feel the red glow spreading down her neck to the tops of her breasts. "Pretty much."
They both looked at each other and then burst out laughing.
"Do you forgive me?" Diana asked wiping her eyes.
"It's pretty embarrassing, but it was an honest mistake."
"Can I ask you a question, Matthew?"
"I guess."
"Do you do that often?"
Diana felt the glow heat up on her skin as she watched the color redden on Matthew's face as well.
"Honestly; a lot more now since you've been going around the house naked."
"Come on, I know I'm not bad looking, but I am old and your mother besides."
