Sally Winters sighed as she reached deeper into the oven to clean out the accumulated grease. One thing she hated was cleaning the oven. All that caked on grease and burnt dried particles of meat and cake made it so difficult to scrub. She wished she had invested in a self cleaning oven. But times were hard back then and she knew that it was just a matter of discipline in giving the oven a good wipe down each time she used it.
Her skirt hitched itself higher on her ample ass as she bent forward, trying to reach a particularly difficult spot. The dress she wore was an old one, kept especially for her housecleaning once a month. It was frayed and faded and a bit too small for her, and even had little rips in it. Sally liked to wear it when she tackled the house as she didn't have to worry about ruining it. Heck, it was already ruined.
There was another reason Sally loved this dress so much. Her late husband loved her in this dress and there were many times when she would be on her hands and knees, deep in cleaning when Ted would sneak up on her. He would lift the dress and pull her panties to one side and then spear his cock deep into her pussy.
She trembled at the memory of how her husband used to thrill her to the tips of her toes. Her mind wandering, she thrust her ass upward and moved a hand between her thighs. Her panties were damp with lust and she moaned softly, thinking of her husband.
"I wish you were here baby. I wish you could shove it in me and take me like you used to."
Her cunt tingled and twitched at the erotic memory but it would be better to have a hard, throbbing cock fucking into her pussy. How badly she wanted it. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and focused on getting to the particularly stubborn spot, right at the back of the oven.
An eerie feeling made her made her turn to look over her shoulder. She found her son, Tommy, standing in the doorway, his eyes wide and bug eyed as he stared down at her. Sally began to smile and to mouth a greeting to her son until she realised what her son was staring at.
Oh, my God! She thought. He's looking at my ass
Not only was her ass protruding high up for Tommy's eyes to take in but he could see her thighs where the slits in her dress fell away. He could see the fleshy, creamy skin as they melded into the lower portion of her panties. Sally's face flushed as her son continued to stare at her. She tried to pull herself out and up but this only served to raise the skirt higher, exposing her more fully.
She saw the fire in her son's eyes; saw the lust in his face as he stared at her tawdry display. Her heart skipped a beat as she wondered if Tommy could see the wet spot on her panties, caused by her erotic thoughts of his father. Her own gaze shifted downward, seeing the large bulge in the front of his pants.
She felt a lump catch in her throat as she understood it was her, her ass and thighs that was giving him his hard-on. His cock was large, just like his father's. A breath escaped her as she wondered how it was possible that Tommy could get a hard-on from his own mother. Was the swollen lump really caused by her or was he maybe thinking of one of his young college girlfriends.
Sally felt a mixture of guilt and humiliation. But yet at the same time she couldn't deny the feeling of lust and elation that pulsated in her pussy.
I'm being silly. I'm his mother for heavens sake and I'm 42. Just because my ass is in the air, waving in his face doesn't mean he wants me. And just what do I think I'm doing staring at his cock. You're a silly assed woman Sally! Yeah! That's it. Silly Sally.
Tommy didn't avert his eyes from his mother's ass. He could see the puffiness of her panty crotch and his eyes didn't miss the dark spot either. He smiled to himself as he wondered what his mother had been thinking off. He shifted his eyes and stared directly into his mothers eyes.
Sally felt a flood of emotions from Tommy's searing eyes. She regained her senses and sat back on her heels quickly, not realising that her skirt was now widely splayed out against her hips, her panties clearly visible.
Tommy reached down to cup his crotch as he moved slowly toward his mother.
"Tommy!" she said loudly. "Just what do you think you are doing?"
His eyes were glassy as they stared at his mother's damp panties. His hands were still cupping his groin. "I can't help it, Mom." He murmured softly.
Sally knew she should be angry but she found it strangely exciting that her son was turned on by her. The fact excited her and although her brain screamed out that it was wrong, she just couldn't help but enjoy the strange excitement the rippled through her. She felt her nipples tightening and she wished she wasn't wearing such a thin dress. She could feel Tommy's eyes burning a hole in her dress, seeking out her hard nipples. He licked his lips as he stared at her. Sally picked herself up, smoothening the dress around her. Her legs were shaking as her son continued staring at her.
"You're beautiful, Mother," Tommy said softly. "I've always thought you were beautiful but...but seeing you now......"
She couldn't look at him much less answer him. She felt a hot heat in her seething cunt and her legs felt like unsteady. She leaned back against the kitchen counter, a position that caused her hips to arch forward and her tits to become more taut, her nipples almost poking through her thin bra and dress.
"Y-You -- You've got nice tits mother. I've always liked them." Tommy said. "Especially in that black dress you have."
Sally made a strange guttural noise as she realised her son had been admiring her for some time.
"You shouldn't' be looking at me Tommy." she said unconvincingly. "You know it's not right." Her breath was coming in quick heaves.
"I've spied on you Mother." Tommy blurted out. "I've spied on you and I have dreams about you."
