Jane Long looked in the mirror one last time before going downstairs.
She pushed a segment of hair aside and sighed, "Looks like it's time for a touch-up application of No. 23, Honey Blonde."
Jane was proud of the way she kept herself. She had even begun to like the way her store bought breasts looked and felt.
"Not bad for a Mom in her mid thirties," she spoke to the mirror.
She turned to see her profile, while running a hand over her hip.
Even though Jane, was a work at home Mom, she had her rules and stuck to them.
Every week day morning, after fifteen minutes on the stair-master and a stimulating shower, she would get herself fully dressed and put make-up on before going down to the kitchen.
Once there, her first order of the business workday was to make a pot of coffee, put bread in the toaster and fire up her laptop.
She enjoyed the morning ritual of going over her e-mail in the kitchen, while sipping coffee and nibbling toast and jam. -----
When all was ready she sat down to view her e-mail.
Over the brim of her cup she saw, Subject: Your Son Robert Loves You Unconditionally!
"Now there's an attention grabber," she thought aloud. "It's amazing the things that some of these scammers come up with. - It's probably loaded with spam or viruses."
She looked at the sender's name, "Goddesses of Love" and noticed there was an attachment. She hit the delete key, saying "Probably some sex ad, wanting me to get collagen shots in my labia."
Without a second thought, she moved to the next e-mail, her e-bill from SunCoast.
The phone rang, interrupting Jane's scrutiny of the bill.
"Yes, Hello, Republic Graphics."
It was Robert, her nineteen-year-old son, "You won't believe this. I just picked up a project from Millis Steel Fabrications."
Jane loved to hear her son talk. He had one of those smooth husky male voices that seemed to travel from a woman's ear, to her brain, via her pussy. In simpler terms, you might just call it sexy.
"That's wonderful Honey; is it a rush job?"
"No and I'm sorry to say, it's not what you'd call a big money maker, but it is a foot in the door for us."
"No matter, we'll turn in an impressive layout for them. After they see it, this Mother and Son team will be the only people they'll use for their technical layouts."
"I'll bring the specs home after my last class. I can spend some time with you, going over everything, before I have to leave for the cabin."
"Fine Honey, We'll talk when you get home. Bye."
With a sigh, Jane sat back down, coffee cup in hand. She forgot about her laptop and began to reminisce. Not about the good old days but about the last few months.
She knew the feelings that she was now having for her son were not the same kind of feelings she had when he was younger.
In fact, when he was in High School, she had seen him naked.
As she viewed him, her thoughts were not sexual. She felt pride as she momentarily assessed her son's body. He had her hair and eyes, a strong jaw and hansom face. He stood erect and tall, giving him the appearance of strength and authority. She admired his muscle tone, the flat stomach, tight ass and yes, even his manhood.
Now things had changed, she was seeing him as a full sexual male.
A young man, but no less virile. This new view of her son was causing disturbing desires in her and she felt a deep conflict over her motherly love of her son and her womanly lust for him.
She had watched him masturbate in the shower, not but a month ago. His cock was more than impressive. She knew she had never had one that long or large in her and she felt a yearning to be filled with his prick. She wanted to feel it penetrating her, opening her wider than she had ever been spread before.
As she watched, her mind filled with longing. She heard him grunt his release and watched, spell bound, as he shot three then four arching spurts that hit the glass door.
She felt an over whelming need to know what it would feel like. She envisioned her sons cock in her. His pulsing prick shooting all that cum into her, filling her. She wondered lustfully, if she would be able to feel the impact of each spurt as it traveled deep in her and splash against the end of her tunnel. -----
In High School, Jane had sexual intercourse with four different men or should we say one man and three boys.
It was one of the boys that knocked her up.
It was just a pity fuck. Maybe she should call it a birthday fuck. Miles Long just turned seventeen and for some screwy reason, Jane gave him his first taste of sex, as her gift.
Jane's parents demanded that they get married. Miles parents wanted her to get an abortion. Miles, wanted nothing more than to fuck, and if that meant getting married, he was all for it.
No one seemed to care what Jane wanted. -----
Jane's thoughts flitted back to Robert. He was the love of her life and now she was having troubling thoughts about wanting him to be the lover in her life.
She was masturbating with visions of him in her mind. Fantasies of him fucking her, burying his ten inch cock in her and filling her, stretching the walls of her pussy, making her come and cry out his name.
She put her cup down. The wetness between her legs and the throbbing deep in her was demanding attention.
Pushing her hand under her waistband, she thrust two fingers into her cunt and began to pump.
She held on to the side of the table as her climax approached. She was pumping hard and she could smell the sweet odor of her juice as it flowed over her fingers, lubricating everything so heavily that she could hear the slapping and squishing sounds as wet hand pounded against the wet lips of her cunt.
She was now concentrating, focusing on her need to come. She stopped breathing as she felt the edge of it arrive.
