Heather was a morning person. Every day she rose at dawn to head straight up the spiral staircase from her bedroom to her office in the converted attic. There, as the sun rose, her mind was clearest and she at her most productive. She wrote quickly and steadily. A creature of habit she would not emerge until noon, at which point her workday was done and she could tackle her other job: stay-at-home wife, mother, and volunteer for innumerable causes.
It was spring break. Heather's youngest, Kyle, was eighteen and a senior in high school and her only child still living at home. For Kyle no school meant waking up without an alarm, so he didn't roll out of bed until nearly ten. He had slept in the nude now for several years. Kyle loved to be naked. Normally he dared roam the house in his altogether only when he knew no one else was home. But today he felt daring. He got an erotic charge from the thought of walking in the house naked with his mother just upstairs. Kyle was certain she would be sealed away in her office for another two hours. Confident there was little chance of getting caught Kyle casually walked to the bathroom in the buff.
The sound from the water pipes below let Heather know that her son was finally awake. Her concentration broken, she stood and stretched. The sun shone bright. It was going to be warm today. Heather thought about the fact that in a few short months her baby would be off to college. Work could wait. Heather thought perhaps Kyle would be up to join her for a morning bike ride. A few minutes after she heard the shower stop she headed downstairs. From the bottom of the stairs she could see across the darkened bedroom and down the hallway, drenched in bright sunlight. The bathroom door opened and Kyle entered the hallway. Heather looked, gasped, and froze in place. Kyle was nude.
It had been years since Heather had seen Kyle naked. Of course she had seen him in just his swimsuit the summer before, but those baggy trunks left everything to the imagination. The sight was such a shock that, to Heather, Kyle seemed to move in slow motion. Her eyes went directly to his genitals. His penis hung long, full, and loose. Draped over his scrotum, his two large testicles visible at each side and pushing it out, his penis swayed gently as he walked to his room and out of sight. The sight of her son's penis was etched into Heather's brain. She did not feel lust or desire, but she did feel pride. Pride that she had made that. Pride that her son had grown so large and virile.
Her mind a jumble, Heather backtracked and returned to the attic. She tried to work, but she could not complete more than a sentence before her focus was lost and she saw only her naked son. She went back downstairs, expecting Kyle would be dressed and in the kitchen eating breakfast by now. As she passed his bedroom she looked in and had another shock. Kyle was there, and still naked. He sat at his computer, facing the wall. There was an image of a nude woman on the screen. Kyle's right hand worked the mouse while his left stroked his erection with what Heather recognized as her missing black silk panties.
As quietly as she could Heather crept away downstairs to the kitchen. Heather was not entirely naïve. She had assumed Kyle had been masturbating for several years. Of course it was perfectly natural and he should have no shame about it. But with his door open? And with her panties? Heather sat at the kitchen table feeling quite awkward and debating whether she would have the courage to speak with Kyle about boundaries. With those thoughts came inescapable images. She knew as she sat there, sipping her coffee and staring out the window, upstairs a young man was having an orgasm, ejaculating his seed into her favorite panties.
Heather was disappointed that Kyle had not yet found a girlfriend to do "that" for him. Heather had been concerned about Kyle's shyness for some time. While he was involved in sports and other extracurricular activities, he had few friends and most Friday and Saturday nights he spent at home with a book. He was quite handsome, and that wasn't just a mother's opinion. She had heard it from her friends as well. With a little confidence he could have any woman he desired.
Heather heard footsteps and turned to see for a third time her son completely naked, his spent penis, red and deflated, dangling between his legs. Seeing his mother Kyle gave a yelp and bolted back to his room. Heather knew confrontation was now inevitable. Not being one to procrastinate she headed upstairs. Heather tapped on Kyle's door and he managed to squeak a meek, "Come in."
"Hey, can I talk with you for a minute?" Kyle could manage no reply. "I guess you are feeling a bit embarrassed."
"Mom, I'm really sorry, I thought you were still in your office."
"Kyle, you have nothing to be sorry about, you haven't done anything wrong. I was in my office this morning, but the day was just so beautiful I thought we could take a bike ride. I came down thinking you would be in the kitchen, but saw that you were still in your room." The look of terror that flashed across Kyle's face told Heather that he had just realized that she had seen him earlier as well.
"Yes Kyle, I did glance into your bedroom on the way by, and I did see you masturbating. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Your father and I told you during our 'talk' years ago that you should never feel guilty about your sexuality. I've known that you masturbated; I just never had such unequivocal proof. It is not something that you should feel the need to hide. I'm not embarrassed that I saw. But, if it is something you want to do in private, you might want to think about closing your bedroom door."
This sarcastic remark brought a smile from Kyle and the tension was finally broken.
"Do you walk around the house naked often?"
"Yes. I really like it. But I promise I'll stop."
"Well, if you want to stop, that is up to you. You have a beautiful body. You shouldn't be ashamed of it, and I won't be ashamed to see you. If you feel more comfortable naked, that's o.k., but I'm not going to worry about avoiding you when I'm home. So, if you don't want me to see you that way, you need to be more careful."
"O.k." Kyle paused, and Heather could tell he wanted to say something else. Finally he managed to say, "You're not going to tell dad about this are you?"
"Well, I don't think you're giving your dad enough credit. He's pretty open-minded too. But, if you want to keep it between us for now, then o.k. I'm going to go back to the kitchen and fix you breakfast. Be down soon. Wear whatever you want. Or not." Kyle did finally arrive back at the kitchen, fully clothed. They smiled at each other, and Heather was surprised to realize that she was more than a little disappointed.
Heather's sleep was restless that night. In her dream she found herself in the kitchen making Kyle's breakfast. When he arrived he was naked, and something else had changed too. In her dream he was impossibly huge. As she stared his manhood began to fill and harden. With each heartbeat it rose and expanded until finally reaching its fully engorged state. She fell on her knees in front of him and reached a tentative hand out to slowly, softly stroke the shaft. As Kyle caressed her hair she became bolder, tickling the head with her tongue. She then took it into her mouth, stroking the shaft with her right hand and kneading his scrotum with her left. She awoke with a start, panting, and a very wet hand between her legs.
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Several weeks earlier, Heather had begun a long distance, cyber friendship with a woman she had met online. At 41 Heather was feeling in the midst of a sexual renaissance. To indulge her recharged sexuality Heather had been exploring erotic stories. Jill was her favorite author and Heather, rather timidly at first, began a correspondence. For Heather, Jill was a revelation. While Heather had an open mind, in practice she was quite conservative. Faithful to her husband for over twenty years it had never occurred to her to seek physical pleasure outside of her marriage. But Jill, an open bisexual, had stirred thoughts and feelings in Heather that aroused and frightened her.
The next night Heather again dreamed of her son. Heather was in her bedroom sitting in the corner of the darkened room. Kyle lay on her bed naked and flaccid, as though waiting for someone. In her dream Heather was about to stand and walk to him when a woman entered the room. It was Jill. A tall and slender brunette, at 45 easily passable for a woman much younger, Jill slowly made her way to the bed. Without a word between them Jill gently petted Kyle, who rose and filled quickly to his full length. Heather instinctively knew that she was witnessing her son's loss of innocence to an older woman, her friend and confidant to whom she had divulged her most intimate secrets and yearnings.
