Part One of my Maternal Love Affair fantasy - spying my son, Michael in the shower, igniting my incestuous lust for him.
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There was nothing particularly special about that Saturday morning. I'd woken before my husband and had spent the alone time drinking coffee, reading the news, and taking note of what I needed to buy at the store later that day. Our son, Michael, was home from College for a few weeks and had managed to eat and drink everything I'd bought the week before. My husband, Tim, got up around 10 and after a quick coffee, had gone out to meet friends for a day of golf. I didn't doubt my love for Tim, but the spark had gone a long time ago, and whilst we still had sex, it was generally a process rather than anything I particularly looked forward to. I enjoyed his golf trips because it gave me a chance to indulge myself in some alone time to take care of my own needs, which all too often, Tim didn't.
Michael got up around 11:30 and came downstairs where I was sat in the kitchen. "Hey Mom", he exclaimed as he bounded into the kitchen, "where's Dad gone?". "He's gone to play golf with his friends Mikey, you know he has his routines on a Saturday which we can't interfere with" I replied - Michael seemed to like me still calling him Mikey even though he was nearly 19, and he smiled knowingly at his father's antics.
"What are you doing today, Mom?"
"I've got to go to the store and get some groceries and run a few errands, then I was going to come home and catch up on my book for a while before your father gets home."
"I'll come help get groceries if you want, Mom, it'd be nice to spend some time together before I go back to College."
"Sure thing, Mikey, I'm going in 10 minutes if you're ready?"
"Sure thing, let me grab a shower real quick then I'll be ready."
With that, Michael turned and left the kitchen to go shower, I finished my coffee and followed behind him to grab a sweater from my bedroom.
As I walked to my room and past the bathroom, I couldn't help but notice that Michael had left the bathroom door partly open whilst he showered. I reached to close it to give him privacy but as I did, I paused. There was Michael in the shower, steam rising around him as he washed himself. Michael was 6"3 tall and built like a man these days. The young boy I'd once cradled and nursed morning, day and night, was now a man, but still held a childlike quality which friends referred to as cute. As I watched him shower, he turned slightly and I caught sight of his penis as he cleaned it - an involuntary gasp left me as I saw it. Sure it wasn't the biggest cock in the world, but it was maybe 5 inches long flaccid, smooth, and hung there against his frame like a perfect trophy. I couldn't take my eyes off of Michael as he rubbed soap all over, cleaning under the steaming stream of water, unaware that his mother was watching from the door.
Suddenly I caught myself and turned away - what was I doing? Why was I so transfixed at the sight of my sons cock? Was I aroused? What was this feeling? I quickly left the doorway and headed to my room as I'd planned, shutting the door behind me and sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"What the hell are you thinking, Jennifer?" I thought to myself, "Calm down, he's your son, get your sweater".
I grabbed my sweater and steadied myself before heading back out into the hallway - Michael was out of the shower and in his room getting changed so I headed to the kitchen to wait for him, hurrying past the bathroom, almost unwilling to even look at it as I knew what images would fill my thoughts again.
"Hey mom!" - Michael walked into the kitchen dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, his blonde hair still wet from the shower.
