This is a slower-paced, "tamer" story about a mother and son developing a sexual relationship. If you want something faster paced, or if incestuous content disturbs you, please find a story to read that will be more to your liking.
Thanks to Literotica member, Smoothed for his editing help and creative input.
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"Sign here, and here...and here. Done! That wasn't so bad, now was it?"
Diana's divorce attorney smiled and arranged the paperwork to be submitted to the court. After a very long year in negotiation, her divorce from her husband, Robert, was finalized.
"If you consider a year of bickering and airing-out all my dirty laundry as being 'not-so-bad,' then no, it wasn't terrible. The most important point is that I can now move on with my life."
"This is true, Diana." He affirmed.
"Here, this should take care of the balance that I owe you for your work." Diana handed him a check, shook the lawyer's hand firmly then walked down the corridor, away from the court's lobby area.
Her lawyer watched her as she walked away in her tight-fitting business skirt with jacket. He wondered about her curvy body. 'Professional, yet hot as hell.' He shook his head. He'd probably never see that ass again.
Diana felt his eyes as she walked away. She was accustomed to the attention she received from men and knew she was gifted with a beauty that few could surpass. Her features were noteworthy: five-foot eight inches, long, brown hair, light brown eyes, DD-cup breasts, hour glass figure, and an I.Q. as impressive as her measurements. She had the kind of looks that men would fight for, and that young men would remember at night when they were full of hormones and couldn't sleep. She'd been masturbation fodder for men young and old, for practically her whole life.
But all of this faded in her mind as she walked back to her car. When she reached it and got inside, the dam burst and she couldn't help but cry. What an ugly situation she had been in. Thank God it was all finally over. She let herself cry it out.
A few of Diana's friends and two of her family members had been through a divorce. In most cases that she was familiar with, infidelity was the reason for the permanent split. In Diana's case, it was just the opposite. For her entire life, Diana had no sexual appetite to speak of. This was just always how she was; asexual in a way, despite her physical attractiveness. She often did not enjoy the clunky, biological, violent act of sex and had difficulty achieving orgasm from intercourse. Heck, she even had difficulty bringing herself to an orgasm. Diana simply didn't enjoy sex. Plain and simple.
All of this obviously created intimacy issues within her marriages. She'd been married twice now, and her second husband of three years, Robert, divorced her because of her refusal to engage in "marital intimacy" as his attorney so snidely put it. She was done with that fool. But even with her first husband, Brian, the father of her only child, lack of sex was an issue. The only reason that marriage didn't end in divorce was that Brian had passed away in an automobile accident.
Despite this, Diana saw benefits to her lack of sex drive. She channeled her energy into other things. Her career, for example. She operated a successful software company that she started twenty years ago at the age of twenty-five. Her other top priority was her son, George. She held on to some guilt about his father's death, so she poured herself into being the best parent she could be for him. He was her world. And he was now maturing into a wonderful man. He'd just recently been accepted to every college he applied to.
George, her sweet, loving son. Diana loved George like no other. He was her pride and joy, and her spitting image in a male. He was her six-foot two-inch angel. Diana smiled at the thought of the strapping young eighteen-year-old; captain of the lacrosse team, member of his school's high-honor roll, overall nice guy, George was everything Diana could ever want in a son.
Little did she know that her perfect son was the exact opposite of his mother where sex was concerned. As was typical for boys his age, George filled his mind with sexual fantasy nearly every moment of every day. Oddly enough, his fantasies always involved his non-sexual mother. They just always had. She was so sexy, so... perfect to him. George had to navigate his sexual energy carefully, however. He could never be too open, for he was aware of his mother's aversion to all things sexual. He simply fantasized and masturbated whenever he could. Internet and other varieties of porn were rare indulgences. His mother had a keen knack for computers and anything related to digital technology. It was risky for him to explore the web for masturbation material, so whenever he did, it was at his own peril.
Today, he attempted to do just that. As his mom left the courthouse and drove back home to take a nap after a stressful morning, George sat in the office chair, masturbating fervently. He focused on bringing his huge dick to an orgasm as soon as he could. He was taking a big chance and he knew it. He preferred tall, dark-haired, busty women, and he had just found one on an online website that fit his criteria.
Her website name was "Denise", but to him, she was Diana, and she was just his type. Huge, hanging breasts, pale skin, mature... she was just right. He scrolled through her gallery, just on the edge of orgasm, and found a very exciting picture.
"Denise" was in the kitchen, wearing only a chef's apron. Her large, bare breasts were pulled out and exposed. She was smiling wickedly, a smile similar to his mom's, and she was licking a thick dollop of whipped cream from her finger.
'I'll give you some cream,' George thought, gripping his massive erection. As looked over her curvy body, he noticed she was wearing bracelets. His mom always wore several bracelets and something about a mature woman with huge breasts wearing bracelets set him off. He felt his precum surge out, onto his hand.
"Oh yeah," he grunted quietly. "Get ready Diana..." He felt the approach of a massive orgasm. "Oh fuck!" George cried as his cock burst with a stream of semen that shot through the air and covered his chin and chest. He pumped his big, hard cock until the cum stopped and he was finally sated.
"George? Are you home?" Diana burst through the front door and walked right into the office before George could pull his pants up. Porn on the computer monitor, dick in hand, cum on his shirt, Diana saw it all.
"What the hell is this, George?! Good Lord!" His outraged mother walked over to the stunned boy.
In that moment, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Diana noted the tall, buxom brunette on the screen. She looked back at her son, then at his fully aroused penis in his hand. It throbbed visibly and his head was hot and red. There seemed to be a clear liquid dripping out of his tip, semen coating his shirt in two, thick lines.
Oddly enough, she stared at it for a moment, realizing that it was the biggest penis she'd ever seen. She could also smell the cum in the room and was more than a little surprised at how much of it there was.
She was speechless and very disappointed in her son, but also a little aroused at the same time. Rather than continue to make a scene, she turned on her heel and left the office with an exasperated gasp. She needed to lie down.
George couldn't believe his mother's timing. 'Now what?' he thought. He couldn't follow his mom into her room to explain, so he instead retreated to his own room where he lay down and began thinking about what to say to his mom when the inevitable lecture took place. 'Shit! I should have waited.' He crossed his arms and sulked.
Diana collapsed on her bed and wept. Her sobs echoed throughout her luxurious master bedroom as she cried for the second time that day. Normally, she was a rock, but the divorce, and now catching her son jacking off just sent her off the emotional deep end.
"I am so alone!" she cried. Her tears tired her quickly and she was soon curled in a fetal position in the middle of her bed fast asleep.
Early the next morning, Diana awoke. She was still wearing her, now wrinkled, business suit from the day before. Her head in a fog, she needed to shower and dress herself for her Saturday around the house.
