It all started innocently enough. I work from home for a travel reservation firm and I had gone far above my daily quota and decided to relax and enjoy the rest of the afternoon off with a glass of wine and some "me-time" before my 18 year old son, Davey, our only child, got home from school and I had to get some laundry folded and dinner started.
I poured myself a hefty glass of red wine, turned on a random movie on Netflix, kicked off my shoes and stretched out on the couch for a self-satisfying time alone.
After I had finished the wine, I drifted off to sleep. When I opened my eyes, I found myself looking at my son's jean covered crotch. They seem to have a rounded bulged. I looked up at him. He was looking down at me, but not at my face.
"Hi honey." My voice breaking the silence.
Startled by my voice, Davey turned his head and looked at my face. He turned beet red.
He stammered and in a surprised tone answered, "MOM!...I was...just got home."
He quickly turned and with his backpack over his shoulder and walked away.
I said after him, "Davey, I must have fallen asleep, I had a good day selling and..." I just stopped, he wasn't paying any attention to what I was saying.
"I got homework to do." He shouted back and went down to his room. I heard his bedroom door close.
I thought; 'Well that was odd.'
I wiped some drool of the side of my mouth, propped myself up on my elbows and, "OH GOD!"
I looked down. I had one foot on the floor and my other foot was on the couch. My legs were spread and my summer dress, which had a slit up the front, was hiked up, not only exposing my thighs but also the bottom of the sheer white panties. Now I knew what my son was gawking at. Not only had my son gotten a good look at my legs, but he could see through the panties, he also now knew, that his mother shaved her pussy.
"OH CHRIST!" I was now the one turning beet red. I quickly sat up, pushing my dress down. My Davey had seen everything. And how long had he'd been standing there. I thought, 'Well, long enough to get a hard on.' Then it struck me. 'My son got horny looking at me?' I tried to understand what I just thought. Then I said softly out loud, "My son got horny looking at me." I froze for a second. "No, that can't be right." The again, "He was standing over me, looking at my... I couldn't even say it. He definitely had a bulge in his pants.' I sat there on the couch for a few minutes just looking straight ahead, not focusing on anything.
'Get the laundry out of the dryer and folded. Come on Beth, do something.' I stood; my legs were a little wobbly. I went into the laundry room, pulled the clothes out of the dryer and put them on the folding table and by habit, separated and folded the clothes. I picked up a pair of my panties and stared at it.
'My Davey was ogling me.' I smiled. 'My son was getting turned on by looking at his mother. Well maybe you still have it old girl.'
'What would Stewart, my husband, say if I told him. Shit, Stewart would probably laugh and say, "Our son, hot for you? A little old for him aren't you dear."
I'm only 37. I keep myself in good shape. I work out. I'm a size 7. I have nice B cup tits. My slender frame makes them look bigger. My legs are toned and that what Davey was looking at, and my pussy. There I said it. Then another thought raced through my mind. I wonder what Davey is thinking right now. He's in his room with the door closed. He had a hard on, could he be lying in bed imagining his mother's legs spread wide, her soft, white sheer panties exposing her shaved pussy?' The image of my son, on his back, his pants down, his penis in his fist, envisioning my legs and pussy, flashed through my mind! I felt my pussy moisten. I blushed again and smiled, 'My little boy got turned on looking at his mommy.' The warmth and wetness grew in my crotch. 'Oh, you evil little girl.' My thought continued. 'You're getting wet thinking about your son getting a stiffy looking at your legs and bald pussy.'
I finished folding the laundry. Now a little swagger took over me. I can turn a young boy on by him just looking at me. If my son thinks I'm HOT, then maybe his young friends do too.
My mind skipped through the rest of the afternoon. Thinking of Davey tucked in his room and what he might be doing and then back to me, laid bare to him on the couch.
I was fixing dinner when Stewart got home.
"Hi honey, smells good, I'm starved, I'm going to change." He stopped and added, "You know you look really good in that dress."