It was my sons first weekend back from college. He just turned 19 years old. I have not seen him for months. Last I heard, he had been very upset, he refused to tell me why, only saying it was very embarrassing and it was something a mother shouldn't know.
My son has always been shy. He is very quiet, and apart from me, he could not talk to women if his life depended on it. I was the only woman he would really talk to. I knew he was interested in women, because I would frequently catch him eyeballing a girl if we went to the beach, or staring at women's breasts when she would bend down, showing him cleavage. I also went through his internet history once he left for college. He was VERY into women. Most of what I saw was normal, except for a couple videos titled "Mom fucks Son" or "Slutty Mother Rides Sons Cock" or things of that nature. I thought nothing of it at the time. That was until Christmas break.
Christmas break had come finally. It was my sons first time home since he left for college. Being the only family that he had his father leaving at an early age, I knew that he missed me. I expected him to just miss me, not long for me the way that he did. I left to get groceries, as we had just run out. I accidentally left my phone at home. My son was napping by the time that I got home. I was surprised to see my phone lying next to him. What I saw next shocked me. Text messages, sent from my phone to his, of nude pictures of myself that I sent to an ex-boyfriend of mine that I broke up with while he was gone. Half of me wanted to wake my son up at the moment, the other half realized that would traumatize him. I took a couple seconds to think, and I thought it be best not to say anything. I left the phone the exact way I found it, and left the house as if nothing happened.
As I was driving to the gym I started thinking. I don't know why I should be upset? My son found me sexy. That is a great thing. I was flattered. I mean, I have been called sexy before. Many of my sons guy friends would flirt with me, and I would sometimes overhear them calling me a "Milf." I keep in good shape. I stand 5'3. I have long blonde hair. I have a 23 1/2 inch waist. My hips where 37 1/2 inches. I had a very nice round ass that complements well with my curvy figure. I also have 34 D breasts. My legs were muscular, and I do not have a thigh gap, my thighs are thick and I am proud of that. So yes, I am a Milf, I am a Milf that my own son would fuck. I don't know if it is slutty of me to think this, but I am proud of that.
The whole time at the gym, it was hard for me to work out. Thoughts traveled through my head. Why was my son so shy? He was a very good looking young man. He was muscular, and tall, standing at 6'4. Me being so short, most times we would go out, people would think I was his girlfriend, not his mother, which may have been why he desired me. He also was very sweet to me. He would always hold me, and comfort me if I was upset. So why was he so shy? I could not think of a reason. I drove home after my workout, thinking I gave him more than enough time.
Sure enough when I got home my son was awake in the kitchen making himself a snack. My phone was not where I had left it before, so he must've put it back where he found it.
"Hey mom." He said smiling at me and giving me a hug "let me get the groceries for you." He said before I could get a word out. I walked into my bedroom and found my phone laying on my bed. I checked my messages and sure enough the pictures he sent himself were gone. Probably saved in his phone gallery for his own personal time. I walked out of my bedroom and my son had already put all of the groceries away and gone back to making his snack.
"So what did you do today sweetie?" I asked innocently.
"Not much, watched TV, took a nap." He said before taking a bite of his peanut butter sandwich. I sat down on the couch and he sat right next to me.
"Anything good on?" I asked and he just shook his head, his mouth full. I looked at him and thought how cute he looked. I grabbed his head, and pulled him close, letting his head rest on my breast.
"Mommy missed her baby." I said softly and let him go. He was blushing a deep shade of red. I glanced at his shorts, and saw a little bump in them. I couldn't help but smirk.
"Mom stop." He whined. I laughed a little
"I'm sorry baby." I said and looked at him sternly "so what was it that had you so upset?" I asked him. He turned to me and blushed even more "tell me son. It could be anything." I said smiling reassuring him
"Mom, I am a virgin." He admitted. I let out a soft sigh.
"Awe baby... its okay, it could be worse." I told him with a smile. He smiled back at me and nodded in understanding.
The rest of the day went fairly slowly. We had dinner, we ate, and we watched a movie, and then we said our goodnights. That is when everything that accumulated over the day had finally come to surface. I went to go check on my son in the middle of the night. His door was closed, but I opened it just a crack. When I did, I saw just what I expected. My sons phone in his left hand, and his right hand wrapped around his cock. I knew exactly what pictures he was looking at because of what he was moaning out.
